I’ll try to remember that. With all of the response I got to the wave of my handkerchief to the people on shore, I realized I might have said different things and said them differently. So, I’m going to say goodbye one more time while inviting you to visit me somewhere else.
I’m still going to be writing my esoteric blog- starting up again this Monday. It’s at
Visible Origami
I don’t live in this world much so I don’t like writing about it. It’s not my world. I live in the Devic Realm (when they let me) and wherever the ship of mind might take me.
I just don’t want to write about politics and the swirling darkness of the world. It makes me feel like a crime reporter- which maybe I am in part; witness the re-release of my novel- The Dark Splendor, located here
The Dark Splendor
It’s an occult thriller with some fair amount of crime; sort of Siddhartha and Hannibal Lecter taking a walk to grandmother’s house. But we don’t always have to act on the things we might have a potential for
And I do music
Songwriter
911 was an Inside Job
Social Critic
So, if you want to know what I’m doing you can check in at those locations; I think anyone who likes a good thriller and is interested in the magical end of things, as they REALLY DO apply to the world we live in, will like the book.
I’m putting this out here because I was knocked back by all the heartfelt letters and comments here at this site. We might even get together, you and I, one of these days, somewhere in Europe, or... anywhere but the US- so, if that sort of thing intrigues you let’s take this formerly unknown relationship and see if it doesn’t find us- via satellite hookup- having a drink on my terrace one of these days.
Dark days are coming and I plan on watching it through field glasses from a less visible location, nestled in among the grasses of a high, yellowed hill- surf pounding below and the sound of guns thundering on the turf above Watership Down. But I’m not negative; I’ve just seen this before. I’ve seen it in history books and other lifetimes and I know it has to run its course. You get enough stupid people together and the results are predictable. It’s a fait accompli when the leaders are stupid too.
It was a spine trembler for me to find how similar our thoughts are. To quote Mowgli from The Jungle Book; “we be of one blood, you and I.” I’m a Utopian in a world of Dystopia. Some of you are too.
Whether I’m here and you’re there- or whether there really is only one mind, or whether it’s just a bunch of meat puppets with 'real' separate identities is not something I want to argue about. I don’t like arguing anyway. It usually means you have missed the point. And what the point is... is not a possibility for discussion. To discuss it you have to step outside of it; then you’ve missed the point.
I want to thank all of you for having supported my efforts to write here- for giving me the sense that honesty and intelligence haven’t altogether disappeared. I want to thank you for making me feel like I missed something for never having met you. I don’t ever feel alone because I never am alone; something I won’t get into here- but, in the commonly understood sense, I am probably more alone more often than anyone I know and it makes my day to know that you are out there and that we collectively and independently work on the same ideal of liberty and universal justice... in the way we think and act and in whatever private moments of faith and endurance we may experience... and not be found wanting.
This last week has been great and I believe that what I have heard, since I said I was leaving off on this site, has played no small part in that.
I make some people’s skin crawl. It’s nice to know it’s not the only effect I have.
It may be darker than an empty closet in Cheney’s head right now but I’m watching the sky get light in the East. So are you. While we are metaphorically huddled (wherever that may be) around some fifty gallon drum full of burning rubbish- rubbing our hands together and maybe catching each others eyes now and again, shrugging and smiling too, with the knowledge that, at least, we’re not going to wind up in a much larger barrel full of flames... well... it’s got to feel good.
I remember a scene in the Lord of the Rings (the book, not the movie), where Bilbo is saying to Frodo something about how you got to watch yourself, because the road that runs in front of his door runs everywhere, even to the gates of Mordor; how the road can just sweep you up... and so on and so on.
Probably shouldn’t have written this. I’ll never be able to say what I want to say. The good part is that you know what I mean, so... I’ll leave this as my parting shot here.
It’s a long road timewise; distance wise it may be no distance at all, but time and experience-wise, it’s a long road. Everything is under control and everything works out. I don’t want to sling shit; be filled with righteous anger, exercise my inner Savonarola, or be any kind of a social reformer/failed painter who wound up well down that road somewhere. I want to gladden the space I’m in and learn better how to do that.
You’ve reaffirmed my faith in humanity AND my faith in myself. I want you to remember that we may well meet further on down or up this road and that that is something we can each look forward to.
It feels better to have written this. I’ll leave you with a song that I think is a fitting expression of what I was really trying to say and with the hope that we’ll stay in touch or one day meet on the banks of the mighty Serendipity where there won’t be a dry eye in the house. God bless you all.
♫ Down The Roads ♫About this song (pops up)
Les Visible
8 comments:
Brilliant.
We shall again inherit the earth along with peace, love, unrestricted nature, compassion, freedom and most of all, selflessness.
We are God, all of us, as he/she made us and therefore we are he/she.
When we shine God's perfection through us (this has nothing to do with religion to those of you rising an eyebrow), evil will disappear because we make our reality; in other words, WE propagate and give evil its power.
To stop evil in it's tracks, stop all negativity; to increase love, encourage and give it unconditionally to everyone you meet.
Let God make you lighter than air by walking his walk and stomping out evil and the baser human traits.
Walk right and God will inbue you with grace.
Bless you Les.
"THE NOW"
The following post is one of my all time favorites; it was first posted awhile back in time, but I find it's message as relevant today as it was back then.
Hopi Message (English) by traditional Hopi elders 1:25pm Sun. Dec.30,2001 (Modified at 10:09pm Sun. Dec.30,2001.)
"The Time Is Now"
A HOPI ELDER SPEAKS: "You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are things to be considered... Where are you living? What are your relationships? Are you in the right relation? Where is your water? Know your garden. It is time to speak your TRUTH. Create your community. Be good to each other. And do not look outside yourself for the leader." Then he clasped his hands together, smiled and said, "This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel that that are being torn apart and will suffer greatly. Know that the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open and our heads above water. And I say, see who is there with you and celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Lest of all, ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spritual growth comes to a halt. The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from your attitude and you vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. We are the ones that we've been waiting for." Oraibi, Arizona Hopi Nation-October 2001.
Thanks for letting me sing the harmonies on that tune. Those are some of the most meaningful lyrics I've ever heard.
Bruce
Come on Visible, the fat lady never gets to sing - you know that!
Don't leave Michael with the full load - I'm sure your help is invaluable.
Tony
NB Any reference to 'fat lady' is meant to express the etymology of that idiom and has no direct bearing to any 'fat lady' living or dead.
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Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful. -- Buddha Shakyamuni
Here we are Viz, standing in the portal of the war we've always known was coming, the one we've been bracing for and it's as lunatic as it can be. The monsters are too lazy for pretense anymore, it'a all drugs and backrubs as throats are sliced right in front of them.
The apprehension of it has exhausted me before the journey has even started but then again, you and I know that the shit will fly like a witch's monkey when you're down, it's the law of Murphy, isn't it?
Meanwhile, it's time to set up your last minute standby's, drag out all of your fidonet charts (you DID remember to put together your alternet routes beforehand, right?) as we'll need a samzidat to check in once in a while.
I read this morn that the species extinction rate is as high now as it was during the dinosaur dieout and it made me wonder if our great lords, the bacteria in our guts, will be homeless for a while, as they work away at refashioning a new dwelling, a better model than the zombie-humans with the terrible flaw in their software (war).
At any rate, I'm in a scented garden, watching the blue sky and wondering when it will go all diamond bright on me, as the software bomb initiates overhead. I'm in a lotus pose with a Glock in my hand, listening to the air distort in the heat, midst an organic shambles of flowers and bee buzz. I'm forced to remind myself that hell is no more real than this world is, that pain is just the movement of electrons on nerve paths, not unlike television.
It could be weeks before the war is formally declared but you and I know that it's already begun, that our minds simple lag behind the movements of our soul, that all that we see and feel and think is just an echo of the commands whispered by our great lords, the bacteria. It's a shame beyond all profundity that can't understand a word that they say...
Oh, and re samizdat:
http://scatterchat.com/download.html
Spread it around.
Thanks for the inspired, clear, brilliantly written posts. I read each and every one of them . Many of us in the San Francisco Bay area (retired Army officer) are equally worried about what the demons controlling the puppet in the white house will do just before November. Thanks for all the effort and pain involved in posting your gifted thoughts. There must be hundreds of millions with similiar thoughts in America and Europe.
Jay
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