Hackers, Indifferent Slackers and Metaphysical Trackers

Visible Origami — April 7, 2013

Dog poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
It’s April 7th. Israel says not much is happening but other news sources say differently. We have to assume as usual that Israel is lying and the truth is otherwise. It is a much hoped for result that Anonymous is really playing havoc with these monsters. There’s a great gangnam dancer at this site, a gangnam terror dancer! As usual, I have no idea what is going on but… I’m hopeful. The usual cynics are reporting that this is all being set up by TPTB because they consider them still to be and I consider them TPTW. I guess it’s all how you look at it. Maybe the way you look at it, these days, is how it turns out to be also; at least for you. I’d like to think so.
Whatever the case may be, we are close to the edge of something. Now, how are we supposed to view and process this? Should we run around like chickens with their heads cut off, or should we be measured and circumspect and trust the cosmos to deliver what’s needed and… maybe you “take what you need and leave the rest”? It feels like we are in an any day now status. It’s as if you could put your ear to the ground and hear the conversations at a cocktail party in Monaco, except that there are hundreds of other conversations all taking place at the same time. One thing we do know is that the terminally insane are getting crazier by the minute. What can possibly account for or justify something like this? This seems so far out that the location has no dimensions.
I can no longer even attempt to analyze any of it. It’s like trying to predict which way a football will bounce. I just get up each morning and go about whatever it is that I do and then, later on, I go to bed and I lay there and think about what I’ve seen and done in my day. I ask for guidance and help. I’m always asking, reaching, striving to surrender, as if that could possibly make any sense. I got five and a half to six months of watching paint dry ahead of me; given that I’m terrifically busy nearly every minute of the day. I can still find time to watch the paint dry and though the paint here in this room has already been dry for years, that doesn’t mean there isn’t still some kind of evaporation still taking place, or is that ♫just my imagination♫?
If I sound a little weird today it’s because I’m picking up all kinds of things I can’t translate into Visible-speak. I hear massive gears turning and clicking against other gears deep inside the Earth. I can hear chains rattling and what sounds like a portcullis being raised. Unlike as so often is the case (grin), I find myself with nothing more to say. I can’t imagine this turning into a posting of the usual length. I am being told to just end it right here and tell you that a radio show will be going up this evening and that will probably be as scattered and unfocused as what you just got here. I’m going to sit back and reflect on this sensation I have that something momentous is about to occur, though I have no idea what that might be.
Chances are I’ll take the next several days off. I’ve been putting up a post a day for a month now at least and it’s time I turned my attention to finishing that novel if I ever expect to get it done. There’s very little left to do so I’d best be about getting it done. Many blessings upon all of you; supporters and naysayers alike. Let’s hope we make it through the whitewater that I can hear roaring in the distance..
End Transmission…….
Radio show this evening- 7:30 or before at Central Eastern Time.

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Les Visible

Otherwise known as Smoking Mirrors, Les Visible provides a voiceover in a disintegrating culture as Reflections in a Petri Dish. While in his guise as Visible Origami, Les offers perspectives on the invisible forces shaping our world

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