Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Stranger and stranger... mysteries
swirl and twist in the invisible wind like dust dervishes. Images
comes and go but nothing is clear. It is too quick to register or
identify the images because of the spinning and like dust dervishes,
their path is unpredictable. We live in the middle of their coming
and going. For some it is just a prolonged uncertainty with
undercurrents of incipient fear. They don't know much about the wind
and nothing about what moves it and the images are swirling in the
back of their minds, beyond the reach of the conscious self. In
between these images and the conscious self are the programmed images
that have been placed there and which they cannot defend themselves
against because they are not informed about the value of an empty
mind. They are unaware that the world is a lie and unwilling to
consider it because it could well render everything they do and
everything they want as something unreal... or a lie. It could render
what they believed in to be as unreal as the world they live in.
There aren't many people who can handle the truth and that is why the
world is a lie. The lies make the passage between birth and death
seem more comfortable, as if... even though they know they were born,
they don't believe that they will die. They see people dying all
around them and do not believe that they will die. So they face their
lives with closed eyes and their value systems are adjusted
accordingly.
I find it increasingly difficult to
have something to say. I see what has been, based on my perspective,
which is really only a point of view. Perhaps it only happened that
way from that perspective. I see what's coming in bursts of vision
that happen between the movements of the dervishes. It is like
looking into The Mirror of Galadriel. I see things that are going to
happen, things that won't happen and things that might happen and I
don't know which is which.
It is uncanny how my own life seems to
mirror the conditions in the world. I think, more than anything, I
would welcome a stable environment where I could sink into my work
and have no concern for being able to afford it and no concern for
disruptive individuals drone hovering in the area. For some reason
this hasn't been in the cards most of the time and I know there's a
lesson there but I don't know what it is because it could be any
number of things.
I keep running into the oddest
situations. My mother passed about 6 weeks ago at the age of almost
96. There were a number of insurance policies; life insurance
policies. One of them, I know was for 250,000 dollars. I suddenly
became hopeful that my share of this would put me in a position to
have that stable environment where I could sink into my work, etc. My
brother is the executor of one of these polices and another brother
is the executor of 3 others. My one brother had been in Ghana for the
last month and just came back and he had told me that the insurance
company, Stonebridge Life in Plano, Texas, only wants to pay 10,000
dollars total. How can that be? One of the polices is for accidental
death so that isn't negotiable but the others are life insurance
polices. There shouldn't be any question about them. I am mystified
at the way life so consistently throws me curve balls. I hadn't spent
my life previously thinking about these life insurance policies. I
was barely aware of them, probably because the curve ball syndrome
has been so much a factor of my existence and also because those
aren't the sort of things I dwell on anyway, making money off of the
death of another.
It is perplexing. For someone who
preaches so much about faith, certitude and determination, I have
certainly become an example of something in relation to them and I'm
not sure what that is either (grin). Meanwhile, there has never been
a time when I could have used such a windfall more and it looks like
the wind came and took it. I don't know what to think. I know the
ineffable will provide but things like this and all the rest of what
has happened in recent years, tests my faith, certitude and
determination to the limits of their possibility. I'm getting past
the point where I can imagine I am going to meet an heiress or find a
patron. One would expect that such a thing would have happened by now
if it were in the riffling deck of cards that contain the elements of
my life's destiny.
Well... let me stop myself here before
I get all subjective and maybe even come off as morose or worse, I'm
not feeling that way. I'll admit to being confused, because... no
matter who you might be, you like things to be somewhat predictable
but I am getting that 'born under a bad sign' feeling. It doesn't
seem to matter how well I behave. If I could only understand what it
is that I am doing or not doing, or if this is some kind of
payback... or just a series of teaching moments, it would help a
great deal. The thing is that all my life I have been engaged in the
creative process and the majority of all my efforts have been about
the ineffable. There were periods of satire and comedy because that
is all I am left with when covering the world but anything else was
always about my love affair with the ineffable. In earlier times it
was a supernatural love affair with the goddess and that has formed
and reformed otherwise as I have aged and changed in the sequences.
This is the part that perplexes me.
Having loved the ineffable as much as I have and as long as I have it
makes me wonder greatly at where I find myself. I think of those
ashrams and fellowships that I could not integrate into. I think of
all the places in this wide world where I have lived. Once Guru Bawa
said to me. “You are in the jungle and you are out of petrol.” He
said something about tigers but I can't remember that part. I imagine
it had to do with danger and I now find myself in the jungle and out
of petrol (grin). Oh right... he told me I must get some petrol. Many
things tell me that this is not where I am supposed to be. I mostly
know this from the invisible side of things... sensations and
impressions. I am certain not to be in the particular place I am in
because my stay here is up at the end of December. I'm going
somewhere but I don't know where that is yet.
Another strange thing, an old
acquaintance offered me a cottage at his property in California for a
very reasonable fee and it is someone I have known for decades. We've
seen each other at odd moments here and there. We've had moments of
friction due to personality disparities but on the whole we have
gotten along. It was late in the night when he wrote me and he also
left a comment at one of the blogs, probably this one and he said
that he would write me a longer email the next day and wanted to
speak with me on Skype so I sent him my Skype ID for him to make a
request to go on my list of callers. He never did this. He never sent
the followup email and I haven't heard from him again, even though I
wrote him about not hearing from him... there was no reply. Here is
yet another mystery that makes no sense and I have had so many of
these that I can't make head or tails of it.
I have to interject here and state
emphatically that I am not in a negative state about all of this. I
am not depressed or anxious. I feel fundamentally sound and in good
spirits, despite all of these inexplicable setbacks and strange
forces out of the invisible. Even more unusual, or maybe it isn't, is
the appearance of an agent of the ineffable telling me that
everything is fine and that all will be well. I was told more than
that but... perhaps some other time. I have to laugh and all I can
think is that what I am being shown is to rely on nothing outside of
me and that all of this is designed to remove every idea of false
hope and false support until I have nowhere to turn except for the
good graces of my author and the promise of our reunion. No other
possibility makes any sense whatsoever; not that it is supposed to
make sense but given my life's work and the focus of my attention in
the greater sense, it seems likely that this is something the
ineffable would do to bring me into a stronger functioning awareness
of utter reliance on the divine.
I have only given a few examples of
things happening and going back in time there have been yet more. I
have to admit that I am pretty impressed at my resilience and
endurance... heh heh. I feel like a professional of some sort. I
don't know what sort ...but a professional none the less. Unlike so
many people who awaken to one day running on the same track as the
day before and headed into a future on the same track... there is no
telling what might happen in my day and the odds say that a change is
going to come and however difficult it may have been arriving there,
that is just how smooth it is going to be in the next reel. I took
the time to write about this today because I know that there are
others out there in similar circumstances, maybe not as extensive and
intense and maybe worse. Each of us handles these things in our own
way and I have sought to illustrate how I am handling it.
I look back on my life and I can see
numerous examples of 'abandon hope all ye who enter here' and somehow
I came out the other side. There were times far more dark than these
and yet they are only memories now. I am reminded at odd times of the
series of Thomas Cole paintings called “The
Voyage of Life” I am reminded of struggles so much greater than
my own. I am reminded of other lives in other countries that qualify
as miserable. I am reminded of people in hospitals and hospices and
prisons whose state of being is akin to a nightmare. I am reminded of
people in the streets who suffer from all manner of maladies and have
nowhere to go. I could go on in this theme but I think you get the
idea. I don't understand the things happening to me but I don't have
to. All I have to understand is that the ineffable is real and
however weird it may be in expression, loves and cares for me and all
will be well.
End Transmission.......
13 comments:
Vis- Not that you would want to be here- near the sewer by the sea in Texas- but the welcome mat is out for you here-jen
Dear Vis,
Another moving post, about moving on and moving up in awareness.
What I can validate in resonance with your share is:
When we reflect upon the journey as it proceeds, the intensity of our inner experience of it increases accordingly, sometimes to the point of confusing the single mind of the heart.
The greater the stillness of mind, the deeper the reflection can go.
The deeper the reflection, the lower the fundamental frequency can stand and resonate.
Like a laser overloading between two mirrors, with more resonance comes more higher harmonics and more colors to dazzle the mind’s eye.
Every experience grokked at this level of intensity is more likely never to be repeated, because we DID inhale it, to the fullest measure our beings can withstand.
In youth, I consciously decided upon depth and intensity over breadth of experience. Every teaching moment, every painful affair, every regrettable misuse of creative power was so overwhelming to the balance of my tender nature, that I never wanted to have to relearn that lesson again! I accepted the tradeoff of almost unbearably poignant lessons, for the thorough integration which followed, as merciful healing occured on time.
For scores, this philosophical and spiritual tactic produced a gratifying progression in understanding, right up until the time came to learn to fly away from grounded existence. Then the repetitive lessons began to pile on, weathering away my mental block with endless waves of overwhelming rushing waters…
For my human, this intensified inner spectacle, now too familiar, can sometimes tempt doubt back into the picture. The understanding says “this too shall pass, the second I let go of the boat’s gunwale and step out in faith”. The feeling nature, now carrying a history of trauma, some originally from without but since adulthood, sourced from impertinent testing by inner doubt, causing the teaching mechanism to bang the drum with inexorably increasing imperative!
The beauty of your inner experience, shared with all of us so freely and diligently, is that in opening it up from the inside, like unfolding an origami, we get to learn some unfolding moves we have not had to pay for in pain.
Gratitude is the word of the day!
Thank you brother....
First of all, Vis, condolences on the death of your mother. I hope she had welcoming arms on her way to whatever 'heaven' was best for her. Also, be aware that parental deaths (particularly of the mother) can cause deep emotional upwellings. Even though she was 96 and you are (say) 20 years younger, there is a young child in each of us that will have its 'say'. If something does come up, try to allow yourself the time to let whatever-it-is 'express'. You deserve it.
On the insurance company 'offer' of only $10,000, you have to understand that they are trying to minimize their loss. It is a capitalist world, after all.
If it were me, I would engage a lawyer specializing in that sort of claim and have him read-over the 'fine print' in the contract. It may be that your family (via your brother) are being 'low-balled' in an attempt to get a lower figure agreed-to in writing, while the full amount is legally-due.
This is a classic tactic, usually used on those who (by age or infirmity) have a fair probability of 'submitting' to the dictated terms. A formal letter from a lawyer, quoting the contract terms and various implied-threats for noncompliance, usually backs them off...
Anyway, Know that you have my (our) blessings and good energy.
Best Wishes,
Ray B.
Vis, take comfort in such trials and tribulations as mere faces and traces of past voyages whose landings are the present "mysteries swirl and twist in the invisible wind like dust dervishes. Images comes and go but nothing is clear"
Ancient seers/writers also peered into the crystal spheres:
"wherein danced Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet’s eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
Shakespeare
Love cuts away times "far more dark than these" leaving memories like scares that only time and faith can erase.
I thank the ineffable for my introduction to your heart.
live long
live long
pierre said,
happy mother's day, eternally speaking.
they do political identity through negation, so one way of looking at it, at least you were not successful, like them and their many myriad millions of minions (in spiritual munchkin land, apologies to muchkins, thought I'd give the snakes a break)
I suppose there might be some success stories out there that were not compromised .
nothing is perfect, but cue Alan Parsons, I dont care what they do, I wouldnt want to be like them, most of all self deceptions and someone with a baseball coming up from behind to give them all a big surprise at the teddy bears picnic. (cue Bill Hicks, they were Yetis looking small in the rear view mirror).
someone (who knows a lot of details and went to jail 3 years for shouting out loud) applies for a Terrorist course at university (college to the plantationists) and is knocked back because he is not a fit and proper person. Badge of honor there for a starters.
There must be a bean counter up there in the sky. Tax Credits must be due to the likes of you, though payment is likely in kind, as one sows, and those kinds of fruits.
Les, I have followed your travails over the years, still pitching for you to move to Oregon. However, since you have family they might be the best direction. The rest of the world sticks close to family as the only true safety net. Here is a sample of what is available on the Oregon Cost, http://oregoncoast.craigslist.org/apa/5307941625.html Neil Kramer also lives on the coast https://www.facebook.com/beingneilkramer/ The coastal scene would probably welcome your musical style as well. Cheers Tim
The only family I have is my friends and people through these blogs. I am a tad too strange for blood relations. Although most of my family (remaining) are fully hip to the BS and false flags, we don't socialize and haven't in decades. We are fine when we do get together and get along well but something happened when I had that kundalini experience and I have no blood ties since.
A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-
Vampires and Werewolves and Bankers Oh My!
A new Reflections in a Petri Dish is up now-
Weaponized Murder and Mayhem at the Turning of the Age.
I always love your posts Vis, this one especially. There is a reason the Buddhists place a certain emphasis on death, it is the greatest motivator.
like you said, none of us believe we're truly going to die, and that the game won't end that way for us. What you said reminds me of a quote by Rumi:
"This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief."
I am beginning to realize how little time I actually have left here. Mind you I'm in my mid twenties, however I haven't even scratched at the goals I wish to accomplish and I know it can't go on like this. I am sorry for your loss and that this death is just another reminder of the cruel business of this world. My opinion (for what it's worth, if anything lol) on the Paris attacks is that is was most likely faked, with crisis actors, dummies and whatnot but in the end it actually doesn't matter if it was or not. It only matters if we BELIEVE it was real. Belief creates reality, and I do see now how easy it is to jack the heat up higher until fear spreads like wildfire.
I appreciate your writing, so much so it is a huge inspiration to me, and brings me down to earth.
Reminds me that maybe if I focused on sending my art out into the world a little more I may be able to have some kind of impact as well, that it could make a difference. Something like that.
~ Victoria
This weeks radio broadcast. is up.
Dear Vis,
Thanks for all your writings,you are a blessing from the Ineffable.
for someone who is invisible things are just magical.
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