Deep in a Mangrove Swamp with a Broken Leg and a Busted Crutch

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

I'm getting a little annoyed at that 'cold and wet' maxim. It's fine if I am writing this in a kennel or a dog pound; then again, one might not be altogether remiss in assuming I am doing exactly that after a fashion. Since the dog symbolizes desire and we live in a world ruled by it... well. Right.

One of the things that happens to the human consciousness when it is immersed in material culture is that it forgets what it actually is and begins to accept the identity programmed into it by the force of materialism, thus rendering this potentially cosmos embracing force into that of a mindless consumer, being herded in one direction after another by the hidden persuaders. Most of humanity is then rendered into hundreds of millions of pinballs bouncing into bumpers that generate lights and noises. It doesn't matter how proficient the player is, eventually the pinball goes down the bottom chute. After that, all sense of play and engagement in the magnetic fields of delusional life ends; at least for the moment... a new game... a new life... maybe the playing field looks different. It is still on an incline though and the same way that casinos make incredible profits, regardless of the occasional big winners is because the odds favor the house.

Millions of people fly in and out of Las Vegas every year. Why they go there can be for several reasons. They are hopeful they will win something. Usually they will not. They are hoping that something exciting will happen to them. Since excitement can manifest in positive and negative ways, they can count on something exciting happening (grin). They go there hoping something fantastic, at least in the eye of the imagination will occur; they will meet someone and romance will result. They will hire someone and some rough facsimile of romance will occur. They've heard what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Good luck with that. I have never been to Vegas. I might as well put an ad on Craig's List for a vampire to come to my house and suck all the blood from my body. I don't see the difference between that and going to Vegas.

People lose fortunes there all the time. They seldom win any. I am sure you can find all kinds of things there. If you have the money. Depending on what your tastes are, you'll need more than money to get it done and get on your way without hassle further on. The way the world works these days is much like the carrot on the stick with a horse, except there is no carrot there. It is perhaps a holographic carrot, or a sexual device cosmeticized to resemble a carrot but which you would be advised not to eat. In the case of most people, they don't eat carrots anyway. A truly unfortunate number of people these days eat no vegetables at all. Life long card carrying Satanist, George, Stroll Walker, Bush must have meditated for years upon his opportunity to tell the nation that he hated Broccoli and one of the perks of being an adult was that he never had to eat it again. A bit of research into the many health wonders of Broccoli will clear up any mystery about why he said what he did. I can't remember if this was before or after he threw up into the lap of the Japanese Prime Minister. I'm thinking what caused it is some wag added holy water in the Miso Soup.

Bread and Circuses... lottery tickets... thousands and thousands of contests and raffles... introductory offers of all sorts that snag you in with a free first month or some pointless gratuity (over the long haul,)... free hotel rooms if you are going to throw away a certain amount of money... Free airline flights... Internecine wars between cellphone companies and cable companies and every company anywhere competing for money that doesn't need to be spent there. It is now one gigantic carnival of toxic lights and sounds... suicidal dietary choices... hot and cold running alcohol... pharmaceuticals with so many side effects mentioned in their commercials that if you don't break out laughing when you hear them being listed, something is wrong with your mind and if you actually use these things, something is absolutely wrong with your mind.

Let us address some of the techniques and principals illustrated here at different intervals. They didn't just waft out of some geothermal vent. They have been presented because there are some unpleasant agendas at work and these techniques give one a fighting chance to get through or around the pervasive enemy action being directed at you. Tactics of enslavement in a material culture are pretty straightforward, once you acknowledge that the practitioners are completely bent out of shape according to any moral or human schematic. They seek to separate you from your fellows. They set you in conflict with each other based on skin color and creed, as well as political preferences. They bewilder you with a blizzard of disposable items. They create tension between the sexes and they amplify the power and importance of tiny demographics of alternative sexual persuasion. Oh... they are busy night and day with endless lies, generated fears and every kind of havoc that they can manifest. They are engaged in telepathic invasions and they are engaged in all manner of mind control; some of it is the result of technology and some of it is a little more arcane.

When one performs empty mind disciplines they naturally evict the mind parasites and neutralize lower register parasites and invaders. When one practices any of the simple and effective techniques that come and go around here, one has a much better chance of negotiating the relentless assaults being generated by some seriously evil entities. You are in a much better position to maintain a positive mindset and in a much better position to get useful advice because the interference has been cut back.

These are difficult times. For some, these are very difficult times. If you don't have certain timeless survival skills, the road you will be herded onto is going to take you all the way up Shit Creek and leave you in a Mangrove swamp with a broken leg and a busted crutch. These fiends don't just come around now and again like a couple of Mormons or Jehovah's Witless. They are full time committed to your destruction on every level they can cause it to occur on. Unless your head is filled with Milk Duds or Styrofoam popcorn, you should have some idea of how it has all been trending and who it is that has been taking it on the chin and other areas of the human anatomy.

If you CAN'T SEE what is going on, you are in big trouble. If you can't see what is going on, that means someone else is controlling what you see and how you see it. You are not seeing what is going on, you are seeing a fake video where the camera has been shut down and the interface diverted to manufactured data with nothing but false impressions. Experience false impressions for even a fairly short while and you take them for granted as the real thing. Broad Daylight Awareness shuts down the phony data stream and turns on the camera again.

Sometimes the challenges that we face are intimidating. I just passed out of such a sequence not long ago; not long ago at all. Persistence furthers and I've been persistent and I was persistent. It didn't look good for awhile. It might not look so good again further on but “that's life. That's what they say.” I cannot understand why the movie wants to stay in the same thematic so often. The most frustrating thing seems to be that regardless of one's dedication to personal change, one is not permitted to change anything, nor does one know what it is one is supposed to change. Well... it appears that 'keep on keeping on' will suffice when one has no effective solutions. It is one thing to be feeling your way in the dark and quite another to have the walls and the floor moving at inopportune moments.

Personally, I have long passed the demarcation light between ridiculous and absurd. I see the same thing happening in the world around me. I have come to see that patterning and conditioning are very powerful weapons of influence. Throw in the natural inclination of most people to cooperate with authority and add in the natural inclination of people to obey and respect authority, for any number of bizarre reasons, even when the evidence on the surface shows those authorities to be criminal and corrupt to an appalling degree. There's more going on than the Maytag repairman in the laundry room.

Today I finally got internet in my little yurt office and the TV system went into effect within the same small window of time, in a completely unrelated way. It was like someone came in and waved a magic wand. Now... I don't watch TV but maybe there is something I'm supposed to see soon or maybe I'm supposed to get a little more familiar with what they are up to there. I was moving around the channels and I came across an advert for something called “My Big Fat Fabulous Life?” I can't remember exactly what the title was. I saw some scenes. It appears to be about a woman who weighs somewhere around 500 pounds and the word 'grotesque' comes to mind. I'm sure you can find vids of what I am talking about. It looks like some kind of reality TV thing. It was designed to look as shallow and depraved as possible. I'm guessing there are dozens of these programs running around at the moment. It ain't accidental. The news is not accidental. The daily policy of church and state is not accidental or coincidental. There is some kind of perverse purpose to it all. I think I've mentioned a time or too what my take on it all is. You probably have your thoughts too.

At the moment everything is just out of the tunnel. Maybe that's the end of it for a bit, unless I happen to be taking a train through Switzerland.


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ I Have to Walk in the Sunlight ♫
'I Have to Walk in the Sunlight' will feature on a forthcoming Visible album, in 2015
Lyrics (pops up)

American Snipers, Vipers and a Retarded Elvis or Two.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Well... there's First World and there's Third World and then... there's Hawaii. We 're talking degrees of speed and general functionality. I'm guessing, the way numbers usually run (unless they are dragging one foot behind them and pawing at the air with a reaching hand- like Igor- (grin)) that there is supposed to be a Second World there somewhere but I don't remember running across it, except maybe the couple of unfortunate times that I went through Columbus, Ohio... or once in Nogales, Arizona. Maybe the Second World is some kind of combination of the First and Third World. Maybe it just doesn't exist except in some kind of sinuous sidewinder, in and out fugue state; now you see and and now you don't and no... you didn't actually see it, you just thought you did.

We're presently watching some kinda Chorizo Sausage of a film called “Inherent Vice”. It features Joaquin Phoenix doing a Jeff Bridges imitation of John Lennon as a private detective. You'll see what I mean... maybe. It's one of those pastiche films where they stitch a lot of independent scenes together in the hope that here and there, three or four of them might actually display some kind of continuance or synchronicity with each other but it never lasts for long. In the hands of a competent director and writer, it might qualify as some kind of art film, if you think The Three Stooges meet Twin Peaks indicates the presence of art. These days, defining art requires far more education than that received by anyone attempting to participate in the creation of it. Let me rephrase that, it actually requires no education at all to define whatever it is that keeps showing up as a mockery of it but... 'it'? You ain't going to see much of it.

I can't figure out if this film is supposed to be satire; spoof, or.. what? It's pretty bad is what it is and this brings me to part of my point in the writing of this post today. There's a film out there running around starring the Beta Dog of the moment, Bradley Cooper. It's called American Sniper and after foisting The Hurt Locker off on us, the intelligence agencies that dictate what films get made these days figured they would do a ten year anniversary rerun and give us one more glorified piece of shit serving the military industrial complex. I'm guessing the Best Picture award is in the can, which is where they extracted the raw materials used in making the film, unless they are importing it in bratwurst links made from the main characters from a Goa Pig Toilet.

You don't usually see a film that is really, really bad get worse and worst at a higher rate of speed, like this one. The saving grace is that I was already mercilessly tortured by it last evening and there isn't that much left but... what there is is far worse than the first half and that surely deserves some kind of award.

I'm thinking this is all good metaphor for the world we live in. Whether it is movies or music... or whatever... I deleted the rest of the examples here, thinking they might be in bad taste. Well... given that they are all about bad taste that would probably serve to be so. American Sniper. I could imagine it entitled as American Viper. One more gung ho, Banker bought cowboy, killing whatever moves, in the service of certain elite circles he will never be allowed to swim in but... they will trot him out, decades down the road in his mothballed uniforms on the proper holidays, set aside to celebrate those too stupid to kill and comprehend what they are doing at the same time.

I won't be going to see American Sniper any time soon. It took years for me to see Argos and that was done just to keep my hand in and stay (relatively) current with their ever the same juvenile mechanics of elementary brainwashing tech.

Why is it that really, really bad films always take forever to end? I'm guessing if you are very afraid of death and you feel like it is closing in on you, it might be a good idea to rent or buy a whole bunch of these films (and there are a whole bunch of them) and just watch them over and over. I'm guessing you will feel practically immortal.

I often ask myself, when I am watching a movie, reading a book or reading about the daily doings of the ever replicating coyotes of darkness; What! What is it they are trying to do; to convey... to communicate? These are not the only questions I ask. I also wonder about where they got the money; who decided to fund, promote, produce or publish any of it.

When the world gets to Crazy Town, it doesn't just cannonball into the pool, one twisted and lubricious evening. It gets there in stages. It gets there in slight twists and turns of which not much extraordinary happens from one to the next. It move from the irritation of a hangnail or a temporary rash by one degree to the next until, without anyone knowing just when it happens, morphs into a full blown and terminal pathology; some kind of Stage Four, an irreversible condition for which no real fix can be found and then it staggers along, bouncing from one parked car into the next, until it finally slides down a passenger window like a forgotten derelict, picked up and tossed into the sanitation truck before the sun rises and before the good citizens are awake and on their way to whatever it is that they do every day; holding up their end of the facade just like all their mutually conditioned fellows.

Sometimes you get here and you spend a lot of time looking around; trying doorknobs, knocking on plate glass windows, talking to security guards and secretaries, if you get that far and... it dawns on you that you came in the wrong century and nothing you imagined you might get up to doing is going to be possible for you. You're in the wrong time zone. You got the wrong clothes on and your face looks funny to everyone else who see nothing unusual at all with any of the rest of the people they do business with every day.

It might occur to you now and then that it could be much much worse than it is and you thank your intermittently flickering stars that you aren't somewhere else, like one of Genghis Khans prisons or some hunter gatherer in the Hindu Kush. “Always look on the bright side of life!” (grin).

Here's a little anecdote that may or may not be revealing. I had left some limited funds behind. I knew I would need them further on and it doesn't make sense to carry everything with you because there is always the chance that you could lose everything at once. That sort of makes sense. So... I asked someone to Western Union me some part of that because it would get here quickest and for some reason we can't figure out how to do a bank transfer. I very much dislike Western Union. They are thieves and any time you have to deal with them there is a high annoyance factor. So... the money came in and I went to get it and first they said, “All our lines are down. You will have to come by some other time.” I thought maybe I would drive to another location. Luckily, my friend said, “We should call first.” Their lines were down too.

So... my friend left and I got a few things from the store and as I was leaving the woman from Western Union called me over and said, “Our lines are working now.” I filled out the form and then she told me that she was sorry but they didn't have enough money. She said they could only pay out from what they took in. She was wearing the uniform of the big supermarket that I was in but... so it goes. I went in the next day and it was the same thing. Then I said, the heck with it and just stayed home. Now I will go into town in a few minutes to what I hope is a bigger location. It isn't all that much money. The whole point of using this company is that it is very quick. Well... it's not.

I shipped all of my belongings a few days before Christmas. They still aren't here. I'm not complaining and I'm not agitated. I'm amused mostly. I have had so many unusual events since I got here that it can only mean a few things. One... it is being intentionally done to me. Two... I am seriously out of sync with something or... Three... I really don't know.

For 3 weeks now I have been trying to get the internet working in my place; can't figure it out so... I traipse a ways to the greenhouse, or mosquito feeding zone as I also know it by and that accounts for the occasional infrequency of postings. I am not complaining and I don't want anyone getting that idea. I wouldn't even write about these things if that was the case. I write about them because they are what is happening and part of my job is to talk about these things, especially when I can't find anything in the world worth talking about.

What I have done is just stepped back, expecting nothing and anxious about nothing. There's a message here but it is taking a really long time to mist write itself on the window I am looking out on the world through. I'm not going to worry about any of it. What will be will be (Que Sera). The truly amusing thing is that Mercury is not in retrograde but... it soon will be... heh heh... what a world.

That movie finally ended and it was really, really bad. Toward the end, Joaquin wasn't doing Jeff Bridges doing John Lennon anymore. It was more like a junkie Neil Young or a seriously retarded Elvis.


End Transmission.......

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♫ Third World Bummer ♫
'Third World Bummer' is track no. 7 of 9 on Visible and The Critical List's 1993 album
'Jews from Outer Space'

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The Fundi-Gumbi's and the Hoodoo Cowboys.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Slow it goes in the cutting edge West. Delay follows delay and they are attended by difficulties that spring up out of virtual ground like some invasive species, although, we well know, they are most certainly generic to these locales. More on all that later. Let us now turn our gaze to the doings of the day; brought to you and carefully orchestrated by the same people who have been the Hoodoo Cowboys for a good long spell.

I haven't seen much news. Mostly I have seen passing foliage and artificial landscapes, where everything is for sale, including the people buying them. The former is available at outrageously inflated costs and the latter is as undervalued in the marketplace as it is in the minds of those poor souls on the auction block. I tend to think that when it occurs to anyone to sell their soul to the devil, for the general few reasons that anyone might be inclined to do so, it is already immediately forfeit and of no negotiable value. This fact eludes those so motivated and Old Scratch just plays along cause that be what he do.

Anyway... I note where some alleged Muslim extremists broke into an intelligence operation disguised as a magazine and killed a dozen or so provocateurs. Why provocateurs? Let us paint a small example, even if it is irrelevant to what actually happened. Let's say you go and get yourself a sharp stick and then you head over to the dumpsters in Yellowstone and... you wait until the bears show up and then you go over to them and start jabbing them in the ass with the pointed end of the stick. What do you think might be the result of that? So... if you are a committed dumbass with no common sense, you publicly insult elements of a militant religion by slandering and defaming their founding prophet. Were what the press, that is owned by the people who actually did this, actually true, I would not want anyone thinking I defend such activity. I've no use for Fundie-Gumbi's or their bizarre beliefs. On the other hand, I am not one to throw out the baby with the bathwater; interpret that however you will.

I think we can agree that the Paris magazine hit was put together by the same cabal of Zionists and Satanists that do pretty much everything else we run into. It must be said over and over and over again; nothing transformative, in a positive way, will take place ...until the international bankers and moneychangers are rendered harmless by any means necessary.

There is a hypocritical howl thundering across the European Union about 'freedom of speech. This was initiated by those owning the press and who take all the freedom and license they wish by lying without exception through all of the days and nights of present infamy. If freedom of the press held any importance for these people, would Dieudonne be getting put through what he is getting put through? There is no freedom of the press. There are only the liberties taken by those perverting the medium for their own agendas and profit.

The victims at Charlie Hedbo, at least some portion of them, got exactly what they deserved. It doesn't matter whether what is true about the tale of what happened is what they say it was, or whether the lie being circulated is the lie that it is. Either they were sticking a pointed stick in a hungry bears ass or... they were consciously employed by monsters who eat their young, your young or anyone in reach. The remaining possibility that some were simply too stupid to have any idea concerning the meaning of any of this, is also justification enough for whatever happened to them.

It's a simple matter, as it always is, or can be, for those not objectively challenged. You look to see who benefits and that tells you who did it. Some might say that is an awfully wide net, visible; what about chance and coincidence. Well, personally I don't believe in either one of those impostors.

It has been weird being here where I am for these last 3= weeks. I'd taken some number of trips in Europe while there and though there were shades of difference, nothing was that dramatic but... here? Here is another ball of wax; maybe not wax at all but something viscous and in suspension, with glittering confetti that shines for the purpose of distraction and the ground has no traction. You slide forwards. You slide backwards. You slide to the side in a slip sliding away construct and you see them by the sides of the road, those who have not been capable of negotiating the pressures and demands of maintaining your place. Holes dot the shoulder and you occasionally see a head bobbing here and there. Sand... or perhaps it is volcanic matter, comes tossed in streamers to the surface. One woman in the dune after another in that endless act of bailing and for every handful tossed, another slides down in replacement.

Everything is affected by everything and everything affects everything so... we are where we are by the virtue or vice of our particular relationship to it; whatever 'it' is. Somewhere outside the range of normal sight, is a widely scattered army of automated men and women bearing wide stir paddles. They stir in a related sequence to one another. They send out waves into the entirely of the total in synchronicity with one another and from this comes all the events and conditions that we must negotiate our way through and around AND... in every case money determines motive. Money determines force and capacity. Therefore, in seeking who and what, we have only to study who prints the money. But... I am incomplete in my prospectus here. The shine and substance of money are only all powerful in the landscape of money. There are other environments and given that this is all something interpenetrated by differing dimensions and states of being that can be as dissimilar to one another as fire and ice, there are many, many possibilities of station and action. Because of this, even in the landscape of money, money is not always in charge. It is only how it looks and this brings us as ever it does to the truth that appearances are a lie. Appearances deceive, here in the dreaming streets of powerful magnetisms. These magnetisms each bring some variation of sleep. Some sleep deeply and some are caught in vivid dream but the final reality is that sleep is ever sleep and dreams are only dreams. Both have a defining end and that is awakening and the quality of awakening determines the value of every sleep and every dream. Our personal destiny is locked into whatever the scales of judgment tell us is the value and the cost of our sleep and our dreams.

There are no terrorists other than manufactured terrorists and they all take their marching and maiming orders from whoever prints the money. The near inescapable press of the press, attended by the calculated forming of what passes for art and music, along with every other entertainment, or what lacks in entertainment and serves as punishment and furthering deception for those going in the wrong direction... is to no good end. What do you do when you are born into it like a spider wrapped pod in The Matrix? You dream you are one place when you are in another and you can't ever wake up in the same place you are dreaming in. This makes every aspect of whatever dream you dance in meaningless. It means nothing, any of it. How does that make you feel? Yet... on we go, treading water and going nowhere because of generated currents and manufactured crisis points, designed to shake up all complacency and order. Someone said something about 'order out of chaos'. Is that what it is? I don't think so.

My friends, this vague and reaching work of the moment is what I have for you today. Things move very slowly here and short of a working integration, one must make do as one can, with what the moment dictates or provides. There is much that is good here and much that is, as yet, unregistered and unknown. We move as we can and are still when needs be. Hopefully we can soon be able to produce with a greater consistency. In the meantime we are doing the best we can.

Digression; for some time, people have been telling me I have been removed from the Rense website. I guess it must be true. I haven't gone by there because that is how I am made but the drop in visitors and the lack of response to any of my inquiries should be convincing enough. I've never been summarily erased without given cause and no explanation. Maybe it's just a continuation of this steady stream of good fortune that has been afflicting me for years now. Sometimes, the planetary rub is so good to me I can hardly stand it (grin).


End Transmission.......

We hope to have a radio show this weekend.

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	The Darkening Splendor of an Unknown World A spellbinding tale of mystery and the occult; haunted by a malevolent presence, Alan Douglas, a New York Detective, moves to Hawaii - where he encounters kidnappings, grisly murders, weird events and dark forces leading to a thunderous showdown of good and evil in a tale both horrifying and sublime... Click here for more information or click the Kindle icon to buy from Amazon.	EBook: $9.99
	Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World Visible stamps his unique, inspired and seemingly effortless style within the pages of 'Spiritual Survival'; this outstanding guide will enable every seeker of truth and spirit to not merely navigate the spiritual path, but to thrive upon it during our extra-ordinary transit. Click here for more information or choose an icon to buy your preferred format from Amazon.	EBook: $9.99 . . Paperback: $25.00
	The Curious Tale of Ash and The Whine Infused with a wealth of occult wisdom and comparable to the works of Hermann Hesse, 'Ash and The Whine' is a not only a brilliant supernatural thriller in its own right - but one which also relays the truth about those responsible for 911 and other terror attacks in recent times... Click here for more information or choose an icon to buy your preferred format from Amazon.	EBook: $9.99 . . Paperback: $27.00