Doomed and Clueless Rich in Freefall

As the poor get poorer the rich party down in the face of all the want and desperation they helped create. Whence this ignorance? Why are they so oblivious to the fact that they are setting themselves for a fall? Les Visible explains

And the Darkness has Broken under the Revealing Light

I had considered simply doing this as a comment following the post but… It’s of such a serious nature …and having been engaged in collecting available facts, over recent days, it’s got all the elements of a good story, a kind of mind film, which can prove informative and entertaining

Exit Bags and Unseen, Hidden Entrances

Religion and the metaphysical realm are big business. One might say it rivals the illegal drug trade and it is also tax free. My god, they’re almost corporations

The Devils and Demons Among Us

These are the things I think about, pretty much all the time, otherwise my head is completely empty but… in a good way (grin).

Talking ‘bout the Spawn of Satan that moves Among Us

One of the things every fascist state has to seize control of, early on, is the educational system. You don’t teach in these environs unless you suck the devil’s dick (sorry about the image but it is all too appropriate)

Conscious Precipitation of the Appropriate Desirable

Les Visible on the methods of manifestation and the mysteries of the Tarot

A New Pope at Child Molester Central and Other Things

A New Pope at Child Molester Central and Other Things

The new Pope on a Rope has been installed. Tens of thousands of bleating sheep were on hand, on site, or video linked, to celebrate the selection of another rubber stamping ghoul

Onward and Upward to Higher Ground

It is a truism of life that when you achieve success early in life, the possibility of screwing things up and coming to regret what you have been given, are real possibilities. When success comes later in life, things are a little different

Marooned on the Planet of Demons from Dumbass

A few years ago, none of us could have imagined that legitimized drone killings could be coming to the American mainland, or that massive concentration camps would rise up all over the U.S.

Catapulting to the Bending End

These are times of frenetic impatience. So many people want to be there already but they’re not ready

Looking out for Number One while Drowning in Number Two

There are certain flashing neon certitudes that must come to pass. The central banks must go, along with the end to child sacrifice, sex trafficking and the despicable fly by night organ harvesting

On Betrayals and the Inexplicable

Several astrologers warned me about betrayals and hidden enemies. Typically, I paid no great attention to it. I should have. Usually when I get warned about something there is usually a good reason but I go blithely along

This Horse Needs a Rider

Les Visible waxes lyrical with a new song

Talking about Spiritual Master’s Blues in B-Flat

Spiritual masters come in every color of the rainbow and can appear to be batshit crazy depending on what they are intending to accomplish

Contemplating the Dark Underbelly of the Empire”

Things are going radically wrong in the United States. The country is owned from top to bottom by a small cabal of Zionist psychopaths and Satanists and there is no difference between the two

From India to Frankfart and Home

India dramatically changed something inside me, writes Les Visible. Something definitely happened to me and it’s still happening

The Pink Panther Meets the Pink Elephant

He back with more tales of encounters with the strange and the bizarre in India

Carry on my Wayward Something or Other

After a brief absence having been shaken and stirred in the crucible of existence, Les Visible returns in the guise of Visible Origami

On the Plains of Armageddon, with the Battle already Won

This departing age was never a pleasant place to be, although any number of good karma lives took place in it. Overall it has been a playing field of torture and torment

Dancing in the Darkness, where Angels Fear to Tread

I’m in a state of suspension, like a piece of fruit in a Jell-O mold; as if I were watching a movie, alone in a dark theater. It all goes back to my kundalini experience