One Person's Heaven is another Person's Hell

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(couldn't figure out why Patrick put this up today and then I find out it's Shakespeare's birthday).

Where to start and what to say? As Aldous Huxley once said, “Maybe this planet is another planet's Hell”. ♫Yeah, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, but all true love's in vain♫ That doesn't make any sense does it? Lots of things don't these days. I can't go to a news site any more, or read any news that isn't either a total lie, totally absurd, or makes me embarrassed for the human race. This is why I haven't written anything for a few days. I don't know what to say. It's not that the well has run dry. That isn't possible. Things have to mean something and plenty of things mean something to me but, good grief! I'm surrounded by confused dunderheads, present company excepted, and what to do? What to say?

One thing I can talk about, is the crazy payback shit that has been going on recently and those of you who follow these sites will remember what I had to say some time ago,when I mentioned a conversation with my invisible friends, where I was told that someone was going to show up right in the middle of these freaks and catch them in the act with their pants down and how ingeniously clever he was going to be about the humorous aspects of the whole thing.

In recent time we have seen the massacre in Afghanistan, the prostitutes with the Secret Service in Columbia, who are protecting the prostitute in chief in the White House and a host of other things I don't need to mention but which you have all seen of late. Time zones differ, depending on which plane you are operating and speaking from. That's the essence of prophecy and prediction that a lot of people don't get and which makes them doubt so many things because it's not interpreting from their plane effectively.

Look for more and more absurdity and outrageousness. Look for high comedy and low activity, doing the foxtrot but they ain't foxes. They can't hit the high notes any more. They can hardly hit the low notes but they can definitely hit themselves upside the head and in another location, where no one wants to be hit, man, woman or hermaphrodite. I couldn't be more positive at the moment. Well, of course, I could but it's a whole new level these days. One of my 'stand by me' friends put in an appearance recently. It's one of those friends that some readers object to my hanging out with. Of course, those readers have never hung out with this friend so; what do they know? It's like the people commenting at this collaboration between me and my good friend Patrick Willis. One of them is named Solaraine and the other numb-skulls, who ask where the proof is and then don't read the link where all the proof is. It's funny how so many people don't connect me with the readings and I don't care at at all. What matters is that people hear them. The huge majority gets it and that is the important point. Those not getting it, are welcome to where that leaves them. They've become some of that humor coming up too.

Some things about people in general amaze me, as much as things about self important and well known people in specific. People amuse me about their paranoia and apprehensions; about their endless preparations for things and events that they have no real knowledge or evidence of. I'm not saying that preparations are not important. After all, life itself is preparation for death but... the lack of faith on the part of most people in, what for me is beyond doubt, in life, themselves ...and what lies beyond is mystifying.

For a long time I've been doing all of what you see here, and in general, for free. I live on next to nothing but don't lack for anything. Occasionally people get on my case for not having a 'real job', when I not only have a real job but don't do much else through every day that shows up on me. I don't worry about having no income by most definitions. I don't worry about all the work I put into recording my songs, which I also give away for free. Some might say they aren't worth more but that's besides the point. I don't worry about how everything that did happen for and to my music, turned out to be either sinking without a stone or enemy action. I don't worry about the same being the case with my books, or the inexplicable fuck ups and bad energy that has attended these efforts, or the idea on some people's parts, about how much work they put into one of them and their disappointment that it didn't turn into a best seller, proving the basic materialistic, non altruistic interest on their part in the first place, while I still have to be reminded of how much work they put into it and I certainly put more work into it and wind up doing it for free anyway (so far) and they wind up getting paid back anyway (though not as quickly as they might have liked) and make a serious profit, which they will (though not as quickly as they might have hoped for) and who get annoyed at me, by my occasional attempts to publicize the efforts, as if somehow they would be cheated out of their profits, when the intent was to increase them, for them, by this action, well... it's pretty weird. I don't mind though. It comes with the territory.

I don't worry about where my next journey is going to take me, when I walk out of here, headed for one thing and the real reason presents itself and I'm not leaving because there is any trouble on the home-front because it couldn't be better than it is at the moment. I don't worry about why it's all the way it is. I don't worry about people who promised to, not sending me K or how it sometimes appears from no recognizable location, though all too rarely (grin). I don't worry about people purchasing my car and then being upset about it, when others would have jumped at the chance and are probably pissed at me a little for not going with them in the first place. I just don't worry about about much of any of it and I don't know why that is either.

We need to know the difference between what we can change or effect and what we can't and just do our best no matter what. We need to know and unknow but we often don't take the trouble with the primary concern in the first place. Often we don't know what the primary concern is. That's too bad. That's a crying shame. Because, if we did know then we wouldn't worry about it either and that is a cardinal point. Then we wouldn't have be having to worry about all the wrong things and preparing for all of the wrong things and we wouldn't, one day, wind up in the same pool of bubbling hog lagoon consommé of shit, that the people presently having yogurt spilled on them and enslaved by bankers and shitmeisters, of the lowest order, on their way to the actualization of something they lied about and are guilt tripping the whole world in relation to.

The irony is that the people who should be reading this, are not reading it but they will have it inscribed upon them as a result; engraved for all time upon them, so that they don’t forget again... never forget, never again (grin). Oh yeah and 'Selah' a few paragraphs early. Uh huh, um hummm, uh huh.

We all know about, or rather we have all heard about, Karma, payback, pay off and pay it forward. If we did know about it and had been listening, when we heard about it, we would all not be worrying about this and that, or the inconvenience of working for free because we have nothing to worry about and we are not working for free. What goes around comes around, as you will certainly see, shortly. Then you may be a little disappointed about yourself for buying into that, “oh ye of little faith” thing, or missing the point about the talents and what got buried and what got used. Then you won't be seeing through a glass darkly and you won't be mystified about a particular entity being changed into an angel of light at the given moment. Anyone catching my drift here, or where all of this is coming from in the first place, or why you shouldn't be worried about working for free, or doing things out of the goodness of your heart in the first place?

It looks like I might have had something to say in the first place, or I might be talking to the wind but... the wind will carry it. If we listened a little more closely to the wind; given that the wind has a job most people are unaware of- and which does that job for free for the sheer joy of doing it- we might actually hear something and gain a lot of profit from it.

I could go on and on all day about these things and I do go on and on all day about them. And I do it for what? That's right. And you will see when a new living situation comes about for me, or when I get to be les visible, without a trace...or a few footprints end, somewhere in the sand, the mud or whatever they get left in. Now, I'm not uncertain about any of this and, in any case, we will see, won't we? That is, unless we don't see because we can't hear, or won't listen, or don't care or care about the wrong things. That's how it works or doesn't work. That's how it is.


Selah!


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ Gone Baby Gone ♫
'Gone Baby Gone' is track no. 6 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)



Sunday's radio show is now available for download (first time I've posted since then so,there you go).