Cave Dei Videt and Hearts of Wonder

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

(scanning... scanning... “a little early in the post to be scanning Visible, isn't it”? “Hey, I'm not even in 7th Grade yet and... and... uh... I'm slow, I think- therefore I... I was? ...scanning ...scanning)

Once again, we find ourselves at Visible Origami. Maybe a word about Visible Origami is in order and that would lead to some explanation, for all of the other sites, presently active, or presently dormant. There's reasons for all of this. Some of them might get discussed and some might not. Principally the thing I want to say ...and don't care much, one way or the other, if anything else gets said... is (scanning... scanning... heh heh). No, that is not what I wanted to say. I wanted to say that Visible Origami was the first blog and it operated all on its lonesome for a couple of years, I think. Maybe it was somewhere between one and two years, maybe more.

In the beginning, I told myself, “if I can only get 30 readers who came around regular, that would be great”. Then I told myself, “If I could only get 300 readers, that would be great”. Then I told myself, “If I could only get 3,000 readers, that would be great”. Then I told myself, “If I could only get 30,000 readers, that would be great”. Well, I'm somewhere between the last two. With some posts I've gone well over 30,000 but there is no consistency to that.

I got those 300 readers at Origami, more or less and then I realized, intuitively, that I wasn't going to get any greater increase because only ten percent of the people have enough curiosity about metaphysics to want to dive into it to the point that it might change the course of their existence. The majority of people fear change. Civilization is humanities reaction to pain and discomfort. We have a plethora of excuses, rationalizations and justifications for what we do. We need to convince ourselves that all the unnecessary and confining traps of material existence, are necessary and that somehow they lead to some form of liberation from them but... they don't. When I talk about 'metaphysics', I am talking about 'applied metaphysics'. Any other metaphysics are just a vanity projects, where people sit in their comfort zone and talk about these things from the safety of not having to do them. Eventually they become intellectual ponces, who are capable of any kind of immoral excess, because they are at a distance of remove from themselves. The shadow twin is in charge.

I realized that there was another 90% who were more interested in socio-political and cultural affairs and that if I was ever to get them to invest some thoughtful time in Metaphysics, I would have to suck them in, via another avenue first. Thus, Smoking Mirrors and Reflections in a Petri Dish were born. Profiles in Evil was around for a bit but I wasn't comfortable with that. I have my own sins and shortcomings and I don't ever want to forget that, though I strive daily to be rid of them. They are in place, until the time I have earned release from them, or that particular 'purpose of demonstration' has concluded; may it come soon. I was correct in my intuitive sensing and it was not long before a site in the UK picked up on me, Signs of the Times picked up on me, for awhile. The People's Voice picked up on me, for awhile. What Really Happened picked up on me and finally, the biggest site of it's kind picked up on me. I'm trying to stay out of the feud zone but it isn't always easy. I got in the middle of a few feuds and didn't come out of them well.

One of the unfortunate aspects of the internet is that it has bred an army of anonymous trolls. They know, as all of us come to know, that they are cowards, with a mean streak. Many cowards take upon themselves the persona of a bully because of poor fear management within. The internet has become a playground for all their former insecurities and poor sense of self worth, along with their feelings of insignificance; given their lack of accomplishments and indifference to personal development, they take their pleasure in seeking to diminish others, through ambushing, sniper attacks, fabricated slanders and an arsenal of insults, probing, looking for weaknesses, in those who don't have those weaknesses. They are the ones who, in fact, have the weaknesses and they are, by projecting, actually assaulting their own unexercised potential. However, you can only (as Lao Tzu said) feel punctured, if you are a bubble. Don't be a bubble. Don't get puffed up with the usual vanities of self importance and excessive worth. There are 7 billion people on the planet and it stands to reason that there are a host of people who are better at every single thing you can do. Even if you are truly exceptional, it never serves to consider yourself so, because the moment you do, you are automatically routed toward a demonstration of your insignificance. That's how it works. Diminish yourself and avoid having to be diminished. Believe me,there's a big difference in impact. God is not mocked.

Anyway, perhaps a decade has passed since I started Visible Origami and Smoking Mirrors, has about 5 million visits. Petri Dish, has 2 million and Visible Origami has 1.5 million, even though Mirrors came along much later and Petri Dish much later after that. You would think that Origami would have the most entries but actually Smoking Mirrors does; supply and demand. I know people have come to Visible Origami as a result of the other blogs and some number have signed up as followers, so that they can be informed of each new posting at whatever blogs they follow.

Not long ago Facebook became an item. Years ago, I had signed up in a rudimentary way and then promptly ignored it. I kept getting messages that people wanted to be my friends. This went on and on and began to annoy me, so... I thought why not just take care of all that in one fell swoop. I suppose destiny wanted to step in at that point. I hit the wrong button and sent out a friend request to everyone in my Inbox. This turned out to be many hundreds of people, some of whom I no longer was on good terms with; people who had contacted me to vent and so forth. Next thing I knew, Facebook was operational and something very curious happened, a whole new group of readers showed up who only comment at Facebook. I never see them at the blogs. Finally one of the Facebook readers did come over, just to show that he could. That was amusing. Now I've got going on 2,000 friends and sometimes they come in by the dozens on any given day. I don't care much for Facebook and don't go there much but, on the whole it has been a very satisfying endeavor, which has led to all sorts of interesting things and probably will lead to more.

Recently, someone got on my case for having advertisements on my site, not knowing that I take a special pride in giving free advertising to those I consider deserving. I turn a great many people down, no doubt creating new adversity, as a result of breaking eggs to make an omelet. A fine fellow gave me a callous maker liquid for my guitar playing. I want to feature him too but I have misplaced the item and now don't know how to find him. I know that people have found true relief from the ayurvedic kidney stone treatment. If you've never had one, consider yourself very lucky. My doctor recently told me that it was possibly the most painful ailment there is. Interestingly, only one of those advertised has ever cared to get in touch with me ...and some haven't acknowledged it at all but that's not why it gets done. I believe in Cave Dei Videt, “beware, God is watching”. I know I'm being watched all the time. Even if it is no one corporeal, it is certainly someone more important than that. God watches life through our eyes.

I'm neither so good as some people make me out to be, nor so bad as others project. I'm just a work in progress, in hope of redemption and self realization. The things I really want, are not physical manifestations. How many of those will accompany me on my continuing journey? I've had some hard knocks with people I was deeply engaged with and was mystified as to why some things occurred. Given the cold continuance so much later, I now realize that God arranged all of that to show me this very thing. I've had a novel published by someone who closed me out entirely and all this time later, never receive any accounting or have any idea what is happening. The divine has done his part to show me where my reliance should be. He's made some number of relationships untenable. It's my reluctance to play the guru that is at the heart of much of the trouble. If I would just dress myself up in the expected outfit and stare at people with a faraway look of wisdom in my eyes well, well then, a certain portion of those I interact with would be satisfied. If I played the role there would be that expectation of consistency and I could work the magic of mystery and inscrutable presence. I'd have a fine place to live and a lot of money. The divine tells me that I can expect all kinds of things once he has made the changes he intends to make in me.

I feel like the one thing I most want to avoid is to operate under false pretenses. After all, Cave Dei Videt. I avoid being exposed, by exposing myself. I avoid having undeserved labels placed on me, by routinely acting out in a certain way, that leaves us all on a level playing field. I strive for ordinary in my contacts, even though extraordinary things happen now and again.

Anyone who has come here for any length of time knows about the unique resonance that goes on here. The divine tells me there are few, if any places like it and I know it's got only a little to do with me. Life has shaped me a certain way, with a hard hand, that has grown softer in more recent times. So I am an instrument, as we are all instruments and something plays through me, due to the forceful shaping of my being. It is, by no wise, an easy road. There aren't more of us because the demands and rigors are extreme, as is the leap of faith that needs to be taken at intervals of greater frequency than one might like. The quality of souls, who are attracted to the communion that takes place here, are nothing short of amazing. It often blows my mind, how informed and articulate, so many of you are. Then we get the regular appearance of new, interesting and entertaining souls, like the fellow who does all the song parodies, “Sheep Dreams are made of this”, indeed.

There's no telling how many extraordinary people are lurking in the woodwork. The usual demographics say that only about 2% of the people become actively engaged. I'm genuinely proud of one thing. Though I have had my fallings out with people, I bear zero ill will and am always ready to pick up with a new leaf, in search of what should have been and still might be. Sadly, none of them are the same way inclined and that answers for whatever happened, as has already been stated.

Thank you all for taking this journey with me. We haven't touched the best of times yet, nor experienced anything close to what awaits us 'up' the road. You have my word on that. Reincarnation is all about falling by the wayside. Let us not fall by the wayside and we shall have tea and cakes in Shambala one fine day.


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ All The Things That I Wanted ♫
'All The Things That I Wanted' is track no. 7 of 10 on Visible's eponymous
'Les Visible' Music Album
Lyrics (pops up)



I'm going to try to record a radio show now over the course of the afternoon. It will be available for download tonight or tomorrow.