Not Exactly a Walk in the Park

Visible Origami — May 25, 2013

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Greetings my friends. Sorry for the absence of late. My computer stopped working a few days ago and when I took it to the computer guy, it turns out that the cooling system sprang a leak and in the process destroyed the mainboard and the graphics card. The cooling system also has to be replaced so… I’m looking at lengthy and costly repair and most likely will not have my computer back until possibly near the end of next week; how it goes. Today, Poncho had six seizures and that kept me occupied in ways I would have much rather not been occupied. He’s been having a seizure every full moon like clockwork for the last six. That’s about when we tumbled to it, mostly through hindsight. It actually, suddenly leapt into my mind. We’re looking into a couple of things that supposedly stop them period but we’ll see. Thankfully they are of fairly short duration and he recovers quickly but… it cuts my heart out as you can imagine. I’ve had a seriously extended run of bad luck now, for a significant length of time and no indication it’s going to change in that respect. I remain hopeful because… possibly because I am an idiot. That’s one way to look at it. Irrespective of these blanketing clouds, I remain strangely and almost serenely detached. Some part of me knows something but it isn’t telling the conscious side of me anything.
I suppose, like many another, I wonder at whatever point the cosmos is trying to make. Today, after Poncho had a seizure in the car when we arrived home; he also had one on the way out, I was musing to myself that it was altogether possible that this solar system is the ass end of the universe and that the particular deity put in charge of this location, is one that seriously screwed up in more important jobs and finally got sent here where no one (except for those condemned to be here) much cares what happens. I was thinking that this particular deity was very much like George W. Bush, by relative comparison. That would explain a great deal.
I can see certain minds going, “C’mon Visible, you know it all works out”. Do I? I seem to act as if that were the case but it is also the uniformed and considered opinion of some unknown number of readers that I am clinically insane. Of course, I knew a long time ago that there was no possibility of seeing the truth, unless I went mad and beyond and I certainly did and that turned out to be correct and on the money.
I have to watch what I say at these blogs. When I am being sarcastic and satirical, some number of readers don’t get it and they take me literally at all times. I’ve not been able to figure out why that is. It never was like that when I said things on stage, or (when I used to be in other people’s company) in the company of others. For some reason, this virtual communication we have, veils the humor end of things, without which I really would be screwed. I’ve tried to get the point across that I am not always serious and it seems to me it should be obvious but it is not.
There won’t be a radio broadcast this week. I am operating off of a net-book, with one gig of Ram and I don’t have the necessary software to do what I need to do, although I might look for a way around that, I just wanted to say that there is a strong possibility that there will be no radio broadcast. I am able to write this post, so far (grin).
I think it useful to talk about being hammered …because it seems to be happening to some number of people besides myself. What perplexes me is that it seems like I already learned whatever it is that this brutish, ham-handed massage is supposed to transmit to me but… what do I know? It’s as if the conductor of the train fell asleep at the switch and the train just keeps moving over the same terrain, looping, to no comprehensible end, just looping.
I’ve read a lot of books and put a significant amount of years into certain studies. I’ve followed a lot of disciplines and some very unusual things have happened to me, to the extent that the unusual was commonplace. In recent times I have been told a lot of things that explain why I do what I do and why it impacts as it does in certain locations. I get a great deal of reassurance, although the reassurance is not satisfactory, by comparison with the wheel of events …and they continue. I just keep going like some sort of obsessed, or possessed Energizer Bunny. I say things that are not reflected in what happens to me and I apparently see no contradiction in any of that. Most of what I say is in accord with ageless wisdom because that is where I got it from. I’m not trying to imply that I possess ageless wisdom. I’m merely saying, as a result of courting it to the exclusion of all else, I occasionally, or even frequently get transmissions, which is what they are, that show up here and I suppose the reader has to be the judge of whether what gets said is useful and whether it pings off of what they intuitively sense to be so with themselves.
I guess it stands to reason that I should be on the receiving end of certain things because a large portion of the population, is also on the receiving end of a lot of bad activity and bad vibrations, from a corrupt and psychopathic minority. Never before, in recorded history, has so many nasty customers been active and able to mess up so many lives. That’s the nature of Kali Yuga. That’s the place where all the dirty laundry gets done so that a golden age can follow. I’ve had people tell me that Kali Yuga is over but my suspicion is that if it were, we wouldn’t be experiencing so many things that are obviously expressions of that Yuga. Now, of course, it might be ‘coming to a close’ but… I do not get the impression it has closed yet. A large pandemic of bad thinking has to be neutralized or wiped out first. Many things that are present in the world of this moment, have to be done away with. A considerable amount of evil doers need to be shuffled off to their particular Buffalo. The wide construct of dysfunction and oppression, under which we presently live, must be dismantled completely. I could give a very large amount of examples of some really terrible activities but… I suspect you’ve heard about some of them, enough to know that the larger part of the iceberg is below the water.
It’s never been my job to depress you, or to get on any kind of a consistent whine about things I have no control over. It is imperative that I engage in as full a disclosure as possible and that I tell the truth insofar as I am able to. At the same time, it seems necessary to me to keep a keen weather eye out for silver linings. I see a lot of good things happening too. They may not be happening to me but the movie isn’t over yet either. I like my chances for the other side a great deal more than I like the chances that await the abusers and psychopaths, running rampant, without restraint …and seemingly without much opposition either, until very lately.
I’m guessing we are in some kind of collective fugue state and that we are being tested to see how much we can bear and if we are worthy to ‘get there’; wherever it is that ‘there’ is. Sometimes I think, well, there’s no way I can manage to stay the course because I’m not supposed to stay the course. I’m supposed to simply be buffeted until it is unendurable and then… and then… once broken, I can be informed how close I came (Humor alert).
I know there are some number of people who are truly getting put through it. I know I’m one of them. Somehow I was rendered unable to accessorize my existence like some people. I’ve lived on a very tight margin for a very long time. I’ve been paid off in a certain coin but it’s not negotiable here in anyway I know about (or have been able to figure out), except for making me aware of things in such a way as to be able to avoid the majority of them which, is a good thing.
I know there is this force breathing down my neck and relentlessly trying to pressure me into saying certain things and maybe even wailing about how unfair it all is. I know there’s a reason for that. I’ve felt considerable pressure to make truly unfortunate moves over recent days. I haven’t made them yet but they beckon. I’ve been under intense pressure to scream at the sky and say all kinds of things I won’t repeat here and it may be that I have done that very thing. Following that, I am told that it doesn’t matter what I say or do, it changes nothing. I have no choice anymore about anything and that is one of the reasons I don’t worry about anything. I know but I don’t know and I am told that so many good things are coming and that nothing I go through here in the Valley of the Shadow is going to affect any of it. I’ve been told a lot of things. I don’t repeat most of them for various reasons. That may change as circumstances do.
Ironically, since my computer went down I have been able to go back to work on my book and instead of transferring what I have handwritten from earlier times, into the Open Office software, for passage on to the editor, I’m just writing it out off of the top of my head and I’m not unhappy with that. You never know how things are going to get done and it is definitely true that you don’t know ‘when’ they are going to get done (grin). I hope I haven’t brought any of you down. That was not my intention. It is simply my nature to be straightforward and direct about whatever landscape or countryside I am passing through because, for some unknown reason, very much understood by many who come here, we are many of us going through similar scenarios and talking about it helps a certain process of unification in which there is much strength. I sure do hope the weather changes, sooner rather than later. I hope things are going well for the most of you. We live in interesting times.
End Transmission…….

Visible sings: ♫ All The Things That I Wanted (unplugged)
A studio version of ‘All The Things That I Wanted’ is track no. 7 of 10 on
Visible’s eponymous ‘Les Visible’ Music Album

Lyrics (pops up)

Source

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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