Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there and just because you can doesn't mean it is.
Riding out here on the high mesa, at the outer most margins of the culture, you can see a great many strange things. Oh... they're not so strange, if you're up close and personalizing. Distance, so I've heard, has the capacity to grant perspective, unless you are myopic, hypnotized or blind. OF course there are all kinds of distances; distances from others, distances from yourself, distances from understanding and comprehension, distances from what is real and what is not, distances from uniformity and distances from normality and of course, all the distances that are in between all the demarcations in every distance so far mentioned. Avast! Thar she blows!
So it was that I went by one of those mass alternative media sites where I used to get listed before I became so chronically subjective and where I had not gone in some months (because it was always the same news at all of these sites, the same paranoid articles and wild speculations about the possible massive rises in the price of gold and silver and... rainbow poontang), only to find, only to find that this particular webmaster is pushing Donald Trump. Now... I've seen bizarre behavior of this sort from that corner before, just as I have seen others bemoaning 7 foot shape changing lizards, or propounding expertise about one subject or another where no such expertise resides, simply a lot of diverse information about something they're not qualified to pass judgment on ...but Trump? How jejune can one be, while having had such decades long exposure to the sort of duplicity that comes and goes around here and find themselves able to back the haarmeister Trump?
Out here on the mesa, where the only sounds are the sounds of the precipitating drip of agonizingly stretched and tormented time; the cries of a hoot owl and the lonesome wail of the coyote, you see a lot of things. Up close, much of this looks normal due to your own normality having been transformed into perversity by proximity. Far away, out here, looking into the writhing cauldron of flaming bodies, blindly groping one another in pursuit of the peace that only comes through a detachment from the same, understanding manifests as if one were watching Pumpkinhead, moonwalking in a silver jumpsuit, across the dance floor of the disco at the end of the galaxy. Up close it looks like John Travolta.
Donald Trump? The painfully obvious stalking horse, Donald Trump, being defended and promoted at one of our leading alternative news linking sites?
We're all on borrowed time, just as we all come and go under the steam of borrowed power. Everything we know is borrowed in the form of temporary knowledge that has no stasis because it is always shifting under the force of experience and other influences that are all some form of experience in any case. We change whether we like it or not. We change in good ways and bad ways, depending on what we learn and do not learn and how we adapt ourselves to it, according to our generally fluid value system. For some, the only value system they possess is derived from the wheelhouse of self interest. That's to be expected in a time when material interest is the paramount dynamic of the times. Not everyone is like this, however it may seem to be, depending on where you may be located. Still, if all the world were to prove hollow and faithless, this is far less important than if you are. As long as even one light remains in this world, utter darkness is held at bay.
There is a cold keening wind sweeping the mesa, insubstantial ghosts, move like tattered flags across the high wide and lonesome. As insubstantial as the ghosts may seem, they can suddenly materialize fists of power out of nowhere. They can strike you even if you cannot see them. They can do nothing they are not permitted to do, which means they are some part of the ineffable's plan. The moving and stationary agents of the light and shadow and all the numberless chiaroscuro animated broomsticks, are all players and the quality and absence of their light is the quality of their being. Some of them are the forever members of specific kingdoms. It is suggested that if anyone knew the true value of their humanity they would never want to be an angel, yet... one can crossover. It can be done.
One's face remains basically the same from life to life but it can be changed. It's just not easy and why? Simultaneously there will come a moment when every being of every stripe is set apart in bas relief, to be distinguished as just what they are, regardless of the fact that it is always going on somewhere all the time. The world ends for any number of people every day yet we collectively fear the end of the world. We fear what we have no need to fear and are powerless to control, while disregarding things of singular importance that we can affect. Our ability to do that... or anything... comes from borrowed power and no power can be exercised without permission. Every particle of energy has a secret code written into it like DNA and every permutation of power comes out of the essential reservoir of power undefined. Every particle of matter and every form taken is no more than a temporary adaptation of essential matter. Perhaps you know this. what are you going to do about it?
The universal vibrating flame alphabet is written into the integrity of every shape and every shape is defined and expressed by it. In this world there are rules and laws for every science and vocation. These are pedestrian pursuits. There are higher sciences and vocations. In the pedestrian realm there are schools of learning. In the higher callings there are long corridors that must be walked, even if you believe you are in wide open spaces. Even if you are on the high mesa, you are not really there.
The sad gulls cry over the shore break. The pathos is an expression of a timeless theme of longing and loss. From the moment we are born we are dying, as is everyone passing by and they are passing by, over the burning sidewalks in the cities of desire and want, over the trackless sands of the high mesa, in the labyrinthine, underground kingdoms of civilizations unknown to us, they are passing like the cries of the gulls from sound into silence and everything accomplished here that is not concerned with the presence of the ineffable is meaningless and soon to be as forgotten, as everything else that has ever been. Great souls have walked this Earth many a time. Their accomplishments were easily on a par with anything this brief chapter of recorded history has ever seen, yet, not only are their names and all their works forgotten but also the entire age in which they labored is forgotten too, as if it never were. Yes, these and many another curiosity are remembered somewhere by someone but not by anyone here on the boulevards of vanity and hunger.
All those eternal truths, hidden in children's fables. All those analogies and allegories. The countless sands of deserts and seas, the countless stars in the never ending skies. The unimaginable reach of the divine, who contains it all and expresses it all, who spirals out the entirety of creation and then gathers it all together through every segment of the measured interplay of the measureless acting out... the living proof of the eternity of desire.
How does one compare anything personal against this?
The birth of an age is like the pain of childbirth. It is attended by all of the apprehensions of the same. For some long time since near the beginning of the last century, the gestation period has been in effect. The water has now broken and labor has been induced by the cosmic midwife. The vehicle of delivery cries out in anguish. She writhes in all directions but the process is what it is; nothing swift or sudden about it. Because this is a birth taking place in the hearts and minds of everyone here, the effect is everywhere to be seen, except where it isn't, except where it is ignored or resisted, or where calculating agents of darkness also go through labor in the attempt to make the birth stillborn. The truth is that it hurts and the pain is all she can think about but then... the birth is achieved and it is all relief and joy and a forgetting of all that was so overwhelming only a short time before. Any time now. Anytime, there will be a change in the song of the wind as it wails across the high mesa. It will barrel its way through the high desert and down toward the winking lights of the town of Iniquity, named after the pole dancing whore (It's not what it seems). Our lady of Perpetual Undulation.
This is your humble herald, musing in the late night solitude of one more passing day.
End Transmission.......
♫ Peace ♫
'Peace' is track no. 4 of 10 on Visible's eponymous 'Les Visible' Music Album
Lyrics (pops up)
Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World
- 'An Exploration Toward the Ineffable'
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34 comments:
but the again,
you couldn't have come at a better time
Luka Bloom
see also Don Juan Onate...
last two chapters & appendix
sincerely
Davy
Visible's back electric!
Beautiful. Thank you.
I just witnessed my first delivery, in the capacity of midwife to our Chihuahua. Two pups breeched - came out feet first - and didn't make it. Never breathed, though I did what I could. They were quite big; I had to use force to yank their heads and arms out. It was a harrowing experience for a first-timer looking forward to a beautiful litter. After these two, there were still two left inside. Poor Coco was too tired to push them out, so we had to take her to the vet for a C-section. We got a boy and a girl. The boy was the runt; he cried and cried and didn't suckle or take milk. He died of respiratory failure. So now we have one little puppy and a very tired, somewhat shaken, but proud mommy. Both alive and well, thank God. I cried at the sight of them.
Birthing is a risky operation. It's painful and messy and never just what you expected. I hold the faith in a successful delivery of the age to come, but would not presume to predict how it will play out. We shall all of us be affected by it and play our respective parts in it.
May the One who dwells in you oversee the process and may you come out of this precisely where your soul intends for it to convey you. Bon voyage!
Dear Vis,
'Great souls have walked this Earth many a time. Their accomplishments were easily on a par with anything this brief chapter of recorded history has ever seen, yet, not only are their names and all their works forgotten but also the entire age in which they labored is forgotten too, as if it never were.'
As an avid historian I am very close to the characters of our past. They whisper in my ear in the early waking hours of the morn, crying out, cheering me on. Their selfless dedication to the evolution of humanity on behalf of the Divine is my measuring stick to live up to. The billions of brave honourable souls who died for a righteous cause, which we now see was not so righteous, has these brave souls turning in their graves. So many honourable, strong, courageous men and women walked fearlessly into battle, only to be misled by the wealthy, for nothing more than financial gain. All these souls cry out for vengeance, against those who misled them with lies!
It has taken such a long trail of blood and destruction for our species to reach the point at which it is now, and we arrive here on the backs of all those heroes and heroines who have blazed the path before us. The elite believe the human spirit can be overcome with fear, greed, hatred, lust, gluttony, ego etc. but they fail to realise that man/woman is so much more than that. The Divine lives through each of us, in whatever form we choose, but Divine we are. That aspect of humanity will never go out as long as there are those on this earth that heed its call.
'The birth of an age is like the pain of childbirth.' I do childbirth really well Vis. In the end I was spitting them out two at a time, twins no less. Painful is underestimating what a woman goes through in child birth, excruciating is a closer description, especially when delivery is natural, as all mine were, and the secret to this, for me, was focusing on the child/children. It is amazing how much one can overcome when they fix their mind to the outcome rather than the process. It is amazing how much one can withstand when they forget their self and focus on the well being of others. It is awesome how God holds our hands and whispers encouragement when doubt starts to creep in. It is overwhelming to realise God loves us so much, even with all our faults, that he sent Jesus to die for us so he could show us the way home, and to FREEDOM!
'..if all the world were to prove hollow and faithless, this is far less important than if you are. As long as even one light remains in this world, utter darkness is held at bay.' I have enough faith to keep the light going Vis, and I am shining like a lighthouse for any ships that are looking not to crash on the rocks. There are many lights on this plane right now for this reason. When I was going through that 10 day trance state, I emailed you about previously, one of the things I was told was that I cannot leave this realm or all light will go out. I thought that strange, but now I know spirit was talking about all us light bearers. Even if I was the only one I still would not give up Vis, because I love everybody, and I for one, am not willing to see the light of the Divine extinguished. All I have to say is, 'GET BACK SATAN IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST'.
AMEN.
Luv Kazz
understanding manifests as if one were watching Pumpkinhead, moonwalking in a silver jumpsuit, across the dance floor of the disco at the end of the galaxy. Up close it looks like John Travolta
I've not read such colourful phrasing in a long, long, long, long while.
Thanks for the heads up about that site. They have been moved from the 'mark all as read' category to the 'unsubscribed and I'll visit their site if I feel like it' category, kinda like that Jones character was long ago... Curiosity has not entered into that scenario either.
You are not truly alone in that vista of the high mesa, and neither am I. There are others around. Some kindred and some clawing their way there in search of that vibe which comes from knowing there's nothing in that whirlpool hellfire disco that serves as more than a ten second 'oooooh something shiny' ADHD moment.
I started out here with nothing and I still have most of it left.
-dirtykid©
I have to tell you... never in my life have I felt so discouraged, so abandoned. I feel as if I have been made a fool of by my belief in God and that he loves us and that everything happens for the right reasons. No. He must hate us to put us through so many years of this. He must truly love and have chosen those that I believed my whole life were frauds and pretenders and satanists. You're wrong. It's not solely about materialism as I have nothing (and I mean literally nothing!) and have found my peace within that. And yet the noose tightens around my neck a little more each and every day. I don't want to hear anymore about what is coming. I don't care about the doom and gloom predictions at all anymore. I feel like it's put up or shut up time.
sage691 All too often, unfortunately, I agree with you. I know all about the noose squeezing and sometimes my situation, not to mention that of many another, just breaks my heart. There are times I wish I was dead but... what do I know? As for what I write, that is another matter. It just comes and is not always in sync with me personally. I've given up on trying to analyze the why and wherefore of it. At the same time, I refuse to go down as a victim of my own despair or lack of faith. My discouragements are not allowed to last very long.
sage691,
Having found peace in nothing is one of the most difficult things to come to terms with in this end-phase of materialism. The noose tightens on par with the 'have-not and still-want' people who think your peace (may be) purchased at some secret store, whom surround us... This simple understanding that outside of the actual needs of food, shelter, and love creates a vibratory state that turns those seeking peace in a new pair of shoes, or handbag, or whatever the kidz are into these days against us.
It comes with the territory, unfortunately.
-d©
Very well said humble herald, indeed, VERY well said. Each new challenge lifts up. First 'sky people', then soon 'sky cities', then soon the mesa is replaced by a plateau. May we all be challenged so as to accomplish the universal uplifting. You, I believe, are truly blessed, and I thank you.
Vis,
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2015-07-30/earthquake-rocks-south-east-queensland/6659264
Everyone is reporting that our houses shook, and everyone around me, including my family members, are telling me they felt it. My son said it shook so hard it woke him up. It didn't happen in my world. I was wide awake and sitting in the same house! WTF!!!!
Buttons,
I didn't even have the opportunity to grab a surf board and flippers.
We have entered the twilight zone.
Luv Kazz
Yes Thank You.
The edge ness of living
When I see a smudge of red on the road and know that those few molecules signify a bit of life
Now moved on
So fragile it is
So eternal...
BCii----
So dear.
A microcosm of love and suffering, of pain and sacrifice.
Blessings to you and yours.
The tiniest invisible moment in your corner of the universe is made very large by love.
For this difficult event you were there
and chosen to be the comforter.
#10
Waiting for our 6.9, or what ever. See ya on the Otherside. ;O?
Materialism. Not there anymore. Used to be. . .sorta in my dreams but never much in reality. Now I see it fully for what it is. A liability. Not that I would turn down an opportunity to live on the highest hill in town.
Ya know, sometimes I think I'm what you got after having thrown Oscar Wilde and Diogenes into a blender.
A tiny thank you noble man. It all flows through the liberated souls of such as You. Even the pain is beautiful. Thank God for what you do. Always young Chip.
I feel for those here who aren't able to lean on another individual during these troubled times, especially when (like Visible's recent issues) they are literally being attacked by evil. I wish I could ride or die for all of you and your hardships, and at the very least, be a shoulder to lean on and know everything isn't all bad. Many times my children are this vessel for myself, to remind me this fight is worth it, and everything isn't so ugly. But it is hard. And I know from experience, loneliness can make it all so much harder (while may simplify things in many instances).
Remember there still are folks out there, though we likely will never cross paths, that would ride or die for you. Reach out in consciousness to them.
Lean on me.
Really beautiful, Visible. Thank you.
Be well.
Hi Sage, I'm with you! I've had it with the doom and gloom predictions!! They've almost all been wrong and we just hang around waiting for the bottom to fall out and it never does. It just keeps on going in the seemingly wrong direction (is that a drip I hear? :)
Funny, for a long time I wanted the doom because somehow I believed that when it finally comes to this world it will be a sign that the suffering will finally end. Anyway, I quit the all the doom sites for a while and my outlook really changed for the better. I looked at the sky, the grass, the tree's, etc., and let myself get taken in by the beauty of it all. Maybe you could give it try, but that's hard when you're bleeding. Try it anyway. I've even gotten to where I don't want that doom anymore, but that's out of my hands.
I went back to the doom sites yesterday and the old fear, anger, and rage for current events returned as if they'd never left. I got to see it, though, and it's effects on me! Lesson learned. I can go there again, but with a new perspective. I have lost belief in those internet personalities that I used to trust. The Steve Quayle's, Hawk's, Dave Hodges, and of course, our old friend Godlikeproductions. :) Yeah, I'll go back again, but I've got that new perspective in my back pocket to guard from the negativity and I won't be worrying about any of their predictions anymore.
And great piece, Vis! I actually felt like I was on that Mesa! :)
Jim
A new Visible Origami is up now-
She is Everywhere, in Unseen Miniature Multiplied.
Karen Norman should have her own blog, as she has a lot to say everytime I check the comment sections.
;)
I digress-
The sad thing isn't Donald Trump, it is the state of politics when Donald Trump is the only one saying what is on the minds of a majority of Middle-Class Americans. I am not a fan of him or his ego-driven TV shows, but he is far less disgusting than Jeb, Hill, Rand, McCain, Bernie and the rest. That just shows how polluted our system is, that a TV personality/Casino Billionaire is the lesser evil.
Just my two cents. Passing through.
-Craig
A poster made a whimsical/sarcastic rant over at Giza Death Star (spelling & punctuation cleaned up):
Robert Barricklow says:
July 29, 2015 at 8:53 am
"If both systems are at odds with each serving the profit gods, what prey tell is the difference?
The Prophets [profits] have become Gods [demigods]. The FIRE Prophets [Finance, Insurance, Real Estate] rule over Earth [minerals, oil, gold, bio-piracy, timber, the living], Air [pollution, carbon tax, geo-engineering, privatizing the sun rays (Spain), the very breath of life], and Water [polluting & radiating the seas/air/earth, privatizing the waters to where the very rain is declared unfair competition (Bolivia), rivers running dry].
The Profits are now the new Gods that supply [people] & demand [the ruling tyranny] will now both obey/worship. The Bible [the law of the land will be amended daily] according to the bottom line: The Profit Gods."
"Prey tell" indeed...
For those who are sinking into depression, this is what I do. I go and look at what is happening in the world to all the people who are worse off then me, and that is a lot of people. I cry and pray for those people until the tears stop coming. Then I think about how blessed I am to be where I am. Gratitude is a wonderful healer and it helps to remind you of what you do have. For those who are those people that I cry and pray for, well my friends you have no place to go but up. When I was younger and I would suffer heartache my mother taught me to get mad not sad. If you make anger your friend it is a wonderful motivator. By doing this you make anger your bitch instead of it making you its bitch. The key is always to remain in control of your thoughts and emotions. It does no good taking your own life because I have it from up high that you will only have to come back and experience this challenge all over again. I know what deep depression is. I know you think if you punish yourself and neglect yourself enough someone will fix the problem causing your depression and things will get better. Wrong! The only person that is going to sort out your problem is you. I have found in most cases where you really have no control over what is happening to you what is needed is a change of perspective. There are always solutions, you just have to pray and the Divine will light your path. When you feel you have no one to depend upon it is because God is trying to get you to see how much he/she wants to help you. Often the answer to our problem is not what we perceived it to be. Often what we considered to be a problem turns out was actually a blessing, but we have to go further down the path to realise that. I can say emphatically that my biggest periods of growth have all followed heartbreaking challenges. I have had men tell me that I am too strong for a woman, but that simply tells me they are weak. I am strong because I have had to face many challenges in this life, often alone apart from the Divine. Don't be afraid. Throw caution to the wind. Go out and do something really silly and have a bloody good laugh. Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone.
God bless.
Luv Kazz
The sad gulls cry over the shore break....
...
So begins a paragraph in the post above
Filled with wisdom that might move one to melancholy---
But which should fill us with inspiration to keep becoming, to
Join with the omnipresent Fire of Love.
It is coming quickly
To the humbly loving it is Heaven...
to the prideful tramplers ...
Thanks Craig but I feel I ping nicely off Vis. I have asked Vis quite a few times to let me know if he does not like me posting here. I would happily cease and desist or limit my posts if Vis requested me to do so. After all this is Vis' blog, you do realise that don't you?
I kind of feel like Vis has my back, like an editor. If Vis does not post something I wrote I know it was for my best interest :o). If I wanted my own blog I would write one. I think if you look a bit harder you will see that there are quite a few residents who post regularly here. Perhaps it is my content that makes me stand out. I sure hope so :op.
I can only suggest that you glide past my posts if they are not to your liking, and if they are then enjoy what you have while you have it. Personally, I don't care either way.
Luv Kazz
All I know is I love that man from the restaurant...he seems real.
Luv Kazz
Thanks to all of the wonderful and supportive comments regarding my prior thoughts. Just to clarify, I am a positive and upbeat person and you would never know by talking to me in person that I feel any despair whatsoever. I am not suicidal in the least and I know that it is the worst possible answer and I'm not depressed. I don't have much in the material sense and, while I agree with Buttons in that I would love that house on the hill, material concerns aren't my motivation. No. My despair comes from the feelings of being abandoned and rudderless. I think I'm not alone in this. These are difficult times for most of us. In the meantime, I have left all of the doom prophesies behind me. I don't go on any forums at all and avoid Steve Quayle, Clif High, Alex Jones, Dave Hodges, et al as if they carried the plague. I'm just not willing to put a happy face on and sing 'Kumbaya' whilst having every rug ripped out from under me any more. There. I feel better now. ;)
What restaurant and what man?
Someone is playing silly buggers. I am posting under my name and not anonymous. Very funny in a kind of sick way. HA ha. Good one.
Luv Kazz
"Under state capitalism, the rise of a demagogic jerk-rocket such as Donald Trump, the rest of the lunacy-frothing Republican field, the hypocrisy of corporacrat and war monger Hillary Clinton, and the faux insurgency (albeit Judas Goat positioning) of the Sander's campaign is the natural order of the day.
(Both Trump and Sanders are peddling a brand of snake oil known as Hope -- Trump as bitter (bigoted) medicine and Sanders as treacle.)
This is the hokey medicine show staged for a public buffeted by powerlessness, beholden to debt, gripped by desperation, thus primed to seize on illusion. Regardless of all the twists and turns in the dismal storyline of the campaign season, come January, 2017, a politician will occupy the Oval Office who will, as always, serve corporate/bankster despotism and the agendas of U.S. imperium.
In short, there is too much wealth at stake to risk following the will (and pursuing the general well-being) of the insignificant entity known as the citizenry. Lastly, those dupes known as voters become complicit in the crimes committed against them by their bestowing the fraud with a patina of legitimacy by the act of voting in a sham democratic republic." Phil Rochstroh
Yes, I'm real fun at parties.
Karen Norman / Kazz, July 30, 2015 11:59:00 PM
A small synchronicity: I just used, "Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone," for the first time in many decades, last night. And, here you say it, for the first time that I have seen it in Vis' arena. Don't you just love it!
Also, that post was very 'real' and insightful. Thanks.
From my psychology days, I have found that unexamined-people react inwards or outwards. Inward-reactors beat up on themselves. ("I am wrong/bad.") Outward-reactors beat up on others. ("You are wrong/bad.") As you stated, "The only person that is going to sort out your problem is you." With interior work, both sides melt away, and the person gets a form of measured response. Much easier on oneself and others...
On anger: I was raised in the opposite way from you. Anger was verboten, both from being in a military family and then in USAF & aerospace engineering. As you can surmise, this led to a classic malaise and diffused sadness. (All of this covered a seething anger, of course.) After much interior work, I resurrected my anger, became a minor-scale bastard for a few years, and then reached a point where reactive-anger became empowerment-anger.
At this point, anger is my friend. It tells me that someone/something just took a whack at one or more of my chakras. The anger is a natural response to a negative 'hit'. I then attempt to use it as more of a conscious chakra-push-back - (3rd) "I am here, too," or (2nd) "I am important," or (1st) "I am" (aka "I exist") - than as an emotional reaction. (Curiously, if I am responding to someone used-to a reaction-response, my level-reaction may inflame them further. Their undone work...) A work in progress, but encouraging.
Best Wishes,
Ray B.
Katy,
Thank you.
"Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone."
Funny, this came into my mind as well a couple of days ago. Laughter is universal, heavenly, a release from the belly that unburdens the heart and mind. In an instant, all is well, no matter how things may appear. When we suffer and cry in deep inner misery of the soul, we are reflecting the "pain of not being seen," the sense of separation that is duality's dark half. Laughter renews, connects, and makes whole, while tooth-gnashing is an expression of awareness split off and divided against itself. This is, I suppose, why laughter is so infectious and why the deepest pain is experienced so profoundly alone.
via Homer..
Planned Parenthood
Even after having these demonic practices shown to the world, the demons still don't realize they're demons. Hard to not notice that, innit?
P.S. They'd abort you and me too, if they could.
Or first chance they get, whichever comes first, (they pray).
I'm much more sanguine about retroactive abortion on a case by case basis. When you going to come and see me Homer?
Ray B. and BCii,
Thanks for sharing guys. It is very encouraging to know I am sharing synchronistic moments with such awesome minds.
Thanks for the positive feedback Ray, it is nice to know some value could be taken from my contribution :o).
By the way BCii I really enjoyed the flick about the politician, poet, and physicist. Thank you so much for posting it. They were each awesome but I really resonated with what the female physicist said, especially when she described photons, light, as abstract patterns of probabilities travelling at the speed of light in the form of waves that never stay still, creating a cosmic dance of creation and destruction that sustains the universe with a ceaseless flow of energy, through a multiplicity of patterns that all dissolve into one another. She then went on to say that creativity is a basic element of evolution, and evolution is an ongoing dance that has humanity evolving with the planet. I thought her ability to express her views so succinctly made her as much a poet as a physicist, and her above description of photons/light is the closest approximate concept of the Divine I have come across.
It was a real treat.
Luv Kazz
via Homer..
Visible prabhu, I do not know when or if, but I do root for you and appreciate your considerations and your good humor.
In the meantime, honestly, this is all I know, and this via good fortune alone..
Best wishes for your good health!
"Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu is known as maha-vadabtavatara, the most magnanimous incarnation, for He does not consider the offenses of the fallen souls."
Pancha Tattva Maha-Mantra
A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-
Standing on the Shoreline of Fathomless Time
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