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Saturday, January 07, 2012

Where have we been; fast asleep in the belly of the beast, drunk on the digestive juices of Wall Street monsters, Israeli, vampire siphon machines; suck you up like a McDonald's milkshake baby. If you can't handle the stink, stay out of the cistern. The banker bully boys came here from Clockwork Orange, multitasking with motorcycle boots and attendant orgasms. These are the real cartels; the insatiable military and the corporate hounds, the government Sandusky kids and the bloodstained clowns from the Rothschild breakfast table, who keep making the rounds while confirming the kill. You may not feel it but your children will. You may not feel it but your children will.

All over the planet the migration has begun, as the elementals go into action and climb out of their sleeping beds. Nature is throwing off her chains and seething with rage at a handful of punks in three piece suits and the vast army of stupid and indifferent that made their job easy; that sat on the sidelines or carried the freight and abused friends and family with smoldering hate; yeah, that's just Love suppressed. Thank god for allopathic, symptomatic compounds that make it possible to conceal what we are really feeling, to hide it under fronts of resentment and futile anger at those closest to us, while our cowardice and appetites put paid to the license granted to our oppressors.

Indifference to sunlight does not mute or alter its disinfectant quality. It's going to slip in to your dark, migraine evasive, bedrooms and find you anyway. Ask yourself why your head hurts in the first place. If you don't turn your attention to the source of what is assaulting you, it has nowhere to go except to turn back upon yourself or those closest to you. If you can't control your own mind, you can't control your behavior. That makes you an uninformed servant of your own distress, at the hands of those who get high being employed at it.

If you don't care who leads you then you probably don't care where you wind up, or simply have lost the capacity to add two and two, which, according to natural law, results in the arrival of a two by four, just to let you know that the cosmos can still count. The hand of the cosmos is Nature in action and if you don't pay attention she'll put you in traction. It's not personal, it's the business of the system that orders the degree of presence and performance that determines the itinerary. “Good evening, I'll be your elevator operator; going down, or would you prefer to see a menu”? You can think of your life as a Chinese restaurant; no substitutions. I know you were all about the concept of infinite choice. That's how you got all that technology, gadgets and things that keep your mind off the approaching transition. It's a old story. It's happened before. Things just got out of hand and then were no more.

The news isn't good. Good news doesn't sell. What did you expect besides resident Hell? On Wal-mart, on Blackheart, Monsanto and Blitzen, on Vatican, Dupont and Kentucky Fried Chicken, the season is here, the spirit is missing. Meanwhile... meanwhile, it's all about where it's okay to put your dick. It's all about celebrating the things that make you sick. It's all about control and regimentation. It's all reaction and the right to maim and kill. You may not feel it but your children will.

How did it get like this? How did life become such a drag? Who shot up the hamster with amphetamine? Who poisoned the well? Who did it in Palestine? Who's doing it now? Who got together with the worst of us to come down on our heads? Who put creed against creed and color against color? Who's making the money from the carnage and ruin? Who's selling you fear about people you don't even know? Who did what got blamed on the people we bombed? Who put a boogeyman under your bed? Who made crime so attractive and armed the cartels? Who made ordinary folk into dysfunctional trolls? Who made the cops mean? Who corrupted the priests? Who made one big cluster-fuck nightmare from Round-Up and Ready Whip? Who taught you false history? Who created the river of darkness that runs under the ship of state? Who created god from a toilet and taught you to worship it? Flush once for a wake-up and twice for a hair from the bad dog that bit you and you're almost there. You're almost there. You probably don't feel it but your children don't care.

Nothing is what it seems. The reality of the misidentified is actually an expression of two interfacing spirals that have created a temporary 'no man's land' between them. Think of an enduring period of false dawn or transformative dusk, a place where you can see shapes in movement but cannot accurately or even generically identify them. This is a time of strange magnetisms, accompanied by the usual labels, no longer being meaningful. In former times, people and things behaved according to the definitions they operated under. A conservative was usually a conservative and a liberal a liberal. This is no longer the case. As for the magnetisms, new attractive forces are presenting themselves and people are behaving under compulsions contrary to their basic nature; being overwhelmed by forces and conditions whose power comes about due to one's sense of self having deteriorated to the point that they no longer know who they are.

Voluntary and cooperative change assure a ready identification in transition. Forced and uncooperative change results in a partial or total destruction of the cognitive self in terms of their capacity to recognize the states into which they are being transported. Imagine Rick Santorum on acid in an Indian temple; not a bad thing actually, provided he never goes back to being who he was and I don't even care if he can remember but... I digress.

People are all focused on external events and are missing the activation of the resonance of an entirely new atmosphere of being. People are paranoid about what's coming and unaware of who it is that it might happen to. People are finding that the need of their appetites increase, in advance of the arrival of a time in which they can no longer satisfy them. This accounts for one of the spirals. “Your job, should you choose to accept it”, is to figure out what's going on in the other spiral. “Remember, if you or any of your team are captured, we will disavow any knowledge of” your not having cared enough to become invisible to the suck holes, seeking to swallow you up in an entropic slumber; not everyone gets to be, or wants to be-come a fly trapped in amber but we do have a larger list of candidates than in previous years.

The whole thing is about fear and uncertainty. It paralyzes you. It turns you into a deer in the headlights. You've made the men in the shadows powerful because your fear is the Viagra that inspires their abuse. You won't collect and congregate with your fellows, so they will pick you off one by one and put you in jumpsuits with single digit numbers on them. You seem incapable of stepping away from the levers and buttons of your own destruction. The last thing you will see is your fingerprint holographically shimmering over the words, “Fuck me, I'm a fool” on the press panel you thought was going to open the door to some brothel in your head. Everyone gets challenged about whether they care about what happens to the people around them. It's set up that way.

Everyone is worried what the devil's going to think. . You don't want to piss him off and make him angry. The result of that is even worse than you think. Meanwhile you want to stay away from that crazy guy who's talking to himself. Just because you've been deaf for the last twenty years you think he's all alone. Just like it is in the Six Kinds of Shit Amusement Park of usual life, it's not what you know, it's who you know and true light casts no shadows nor entertains them at his house. . You want to be afraid of someone who hates you? You think your fear is some kind of a way out? Is that how it worked out on the playground? Did it get you into Yale? Sure some are born to serve the darkness and they got certain schools for that but... if you're not 'chosen' for it they will sniff you out. One needs to understand how the darkness operates in order to command what lives in the deep. Were you put here to be a dung beetle just so you could climb to the top of the heap? You have to know what you actually are. Good or evil is not the point. Self identification is the point.

All these people going the wrong way have created a tailwind and a slipstream. Are you a Volkswagen behind a double lorry? Are you a high born creation going in reverse? First you must overcome fear. Then you have to walk in the empty lands. Then you have to make a connection or you will die by your own hand. It's all suicide after all. It's okay to be the bad guy if that IS what you ARE but if you're not Old Scratch can smell you and he'll tell his people what's going on. That's what you get for trying to fit in when you could be long gone. Better tend to that itch and use it like a generator on a bicycle at night. If you're not in movement you can use it to turn on the lights in your head.

Yes, there's been point and motive all through this poor address. . You can't say these things directly, it's peripheral at best. You can accommodate your injury till you can't even feel a thing. This is how it gets for people who hurt others once their sensitivity is dead. The sins of the initiator send their children into time and they all show up together further down the line.

Hi Les, seeing the title I thought you might be talking about the radioactive fallout from 4 to 6 melting down nuke reactors. The moronic PTB seem to be suffering also from the disability to add or multiply (unless its money it don't count ?) as those that made a preemptive holo cause out of the ww1+2 but failed to relalise it will be the ww3 when it does come to the deserving israel hell. The at least 4 MOX meltdowns are by some mysterious hocus less than the 1 in Chenobal ? go figure !!We wont have to wait for the next generation of kids to see the coming horror story as the mutations start to show in simpler life forms on up, I know I wont be keen eating a prawn that looks like a distorted leprocied worm.

as you know, Obama ushered in the New Year by signing the National Defense Authorization Act, and thus trashed the Constitution and Bill of Rights once and for all.

The Act grants to the U.S. military the power to arrest – WITHOUT CHARGES…WITHOUT TRIAL…and WITHOUT END – any American citizen simply suspected of engaging in “terrorist” acts.

The sponsor of the Bill is from abraham, issac and jacob land, the one and only Senator Carl Levin, head of the Senate Armed Services Committee. (As an aside...Not that he's fat and dumpy or anything, but if Carl went on a special diet, there could potentially be an un-breaded Levin at the table...)

“The administration asked us to remove the language which says that U.S. citizens and lawful residents would not be subject to this section. And that we removed it at the request of the administration.”

Senator Levin’s co-religionist, ew, Senator Joseph Lieberman, head of Homeland Security, is apparently is more than happy to see “suspects” not only apprehended by the military but TORTURED as well. ___________________________________

Visible,Very powerful and intense; not for the first time reader. Has coming back to the "western hemisphere" inspired you? Times are waxing weird, and its time to get down to the nutcutting. I'm glad you're here to "lay it on the line". Thanks. Rob

Just like the first Anon here, I also immediately see your style while scoping WRH, and I too enjoy your writing. Kinda reminds me of getting slapped in the face with a silk glove full of quarters:D helps me to stay awake, thank you and keep up the Good works.

Hello Visible.....wow!...no mincing words! Friend, visiting from Scotland, said there's been fifty mile an hour winds every day for the last month......mother nature wobbling for balance...... Thanks for telling it like it is!

"Are you a high born creation going in reverse? First you must overcome fear. Then you have to walk in the empty lands. Then you have to make a connection or you will die by your own hand."

Yes! And once you have made a connection, you realize that there is nothing to fear. The People who have Chosen to Play God cannot harm your soul. They are insignificant pretenders in a glorious cosmos.

This rant was about the meltdown but not just in Japan. this one is pretty much universal--or should I say whole worldly because not all of the universe is melting down. With the right resonance we could protect ourselves from atomic fallout but the other meltdown needs total 100% resonance with the One in each of us. Good luck with that because that's the one that counts.

Mr. Visible I thank you for giving us almost daily the keys to the resonance room so we can get our work done more smoothly. Hope your trip is smooth too and you find what you were needing to do.From Lebanon a wish for a smooth transition this year and that's for everyone who sees it

Unlike some wines, you apparently travel well, as does your muse. Good to see you got there alright and that you haven't lost any steam. As one who is fighting my way through the trembling tensor fields 'twixt the vortices, waiting to be wrecked by a veritable vector of rectitude, I appreciate your forthright fusilade; I might not feel it, but then again...

A couple of millinia ago a wise and kind soul in what is now Palistine said "Let those who have eyes to see, see; let those who have ears to hear, hear." and so it goes. It seems it's all about perception of the direction and deflection of the deception and erstwhile denial of the denial, which of course means acceptance of the truth, no matter how liberating it may be, or fraught with responsibility.

It's nothing short of amazing how the bizzare antics of the dark ones reach new levels of intensity almost daily, only to be rendered a non-event by the blathering prattle and gooey newspeak of the hyper-groomed meat puppets of the MSM and their soul-dead propaganda commando 'think tank' accomplices. This to be consumed in mass quantities by somnombulent Zoloft Zombies and regurgitated en masse as proof that 'all is well' whenever anyone tries to bring to their attention the raging shitstorm rapidly approaching.

As usual, you're right LV; our first priority is to get our own temple in order, to pay attention to the demonstration and draw the intended conclusion. Like a mountain breeze, your insights cut through the clutter of the monkey mind and help return me to clarity of purpose. Un Mil Gracias.

I also noticed your return to the electronic ether has stimulated the Pack to their usual enervating and entertaining discourse; thanks to all of you, and keep howlin'!

Not only will we not feel it; we will not feel our children feeling it either. The poignancy of suffering stems from the fact that we keep reproducing ourselves so that the suffering can continue. Without suffering, reality is incredibly boring.

This puppy is just fed up with the whole game, and wishing they would just bring it on, get it to it's conclusion so I can move on. I feel like I'm in a waiting room, anticipating the train that is too long in coming. The enchantment is over, and I'm just a jaded has-been, as far as I'm concerned. I now see life as a cess pool that I'm stuck in until my deities see fit to free me. I don't see why people even want to hang on so bad to the prison of this locality when one is so much freer in the next.

As for the children, aren't we here because we ASKED to be here? I KNOW I asked to be here. I'm under the impression I've done everything I wanted to do before I was born, so now I just bide my time until what I dictated would be my 'check-out' period, also before I was born. Maybe I'm gonna be vaporised in a nuke attack. That would be awesome.

I also didn't breed, and made sure I couldn't the minute I was insured. This chick isn't too enthralled (Absolutely disgusted, is more like it.) by the idea of pregnancy and all it entails, giving birth, and then being stuck with hell knows what to destroy my standard of living for the next 18 years. I never changed a diaper in my 50 year life, and that's how it's gonna stay. It doesn't look like I'm gonna live long enough to change my own, from the state of affairs.

not only christians but muslims as well are sleeping while they have been warned about it long ago, as you can read below

Hadith - Bukhari 9.241, Narrated Abdullah ibn Umar:

Allah's Apostle (Mohammad) stood up amongst the people and then praised and glorified Allah (God in Arabic) as He deserved and then he mentioned Ad-Dajjal(Anti-Christ), saying, "I warn you of him, and there was no prophet but warned his followers of him; but I will tell you something about him which no prophet has told his followers: Ad-Dajjal is one-eyed whereas Allah is not."

The Prophet said: Let him who hears of the Dajjal (Antichrist) go far from him for I swear by Allah that a man will come to him thinking he is a believer; and follow him because of confused ideas roused in him by him (anti-christ).

Allah's Apostle (Mohammad) said: The Last Hour will not come until the Romans land at al-A'maq or in Dabiq. An army consisting of the best (soldiers) of the people on Earth at that time will come from Medina (to oppose them). When they arrange themselves in ranks, the Romans will say: Do not stand between us and those (Muslims) who took prisoners from among us. Let us fight them. The Muslims will say: Nay, by Allah, we shall never turn aside from you and from our brethren so that you may fight them. They will then fight and a third (part) of the army, whom Allah will never forgive, will run away. A third (part of the army), which will be constituted of excellent martyrs in Allah's eyes, would be killed. The third who will never be put on trial will win and they will be the conquerors of Constantinople. As they are busy in distributing the spoils of war (amongst themselves) after hanging their swords by the olive trees, Satan will cry: The Dajjal has taken your place among your families. They will then come out, but it will be of no avail. When they reach Syria, he will come out while they are still preparing themselves for battle, drawing up the ranks. Certainly, the time of prayer will come and then Jesus (peace be upon him), son of Mary, descend and will lead them in prayer. When the enemy of Allah see him, it will (disappear) just as salt dissolves in water and if he (Jesus) were not to confront them at all, even then it would dissolve completely. Allah would kill them by his hand and he would show them their blood on his lance (the lance of Jesus Christ).

The news isn't good. Good news doesn't sell. What did you expect besides resident Hell? On Wal-mart, on Blackheart, Monsanto and Blitzen, on Vatican, Dupont and Kentucky Fried Chicken, the season is here, the spirit is missing.

Hi Viz, it's funny you should mention Old Scratch - I had a personal meeting with him last night.

I've been tormented - shaken to my very foundations, the deepest recesses of my soul - by demons these past 3 or 4 years - I know who they are since I foolishly challenged their presense (alcohol addiction and all that goes with it) in someone I loved - and ordered them leave that person and to have a go a me instead.... I'd show then who was boss!

Anyway the very next day, I felt their presense: I had panic attacks for the first time ever, I couldnt eat, I couldnt sleep, I all of a sudden walked with a stoop, I imagined horns growing outta my skull, I had visions of hell (the coldest, shivering cold you can imagine... times 100). I was told that I was the lowest slime-ball that ever walked the face of the earth - and believed it. I didnt think I was going to make it - I didnt think I deserved to - and in fact sought out places where I might jump to end it all.

I lost everything: self-respect, possesions, all my assets, the love of God (or so I believed). Every friend I thought I ever had turned their back on me - including the person I tried to help in the first place. I thought I might be going insnae - so relentless were the waves of attack (some of which I won't mention).

Just barely surviving, and thinking it couln't get worse, I was hit by a speed-cyclist and smashed head-first to the road -. I thought I was dead and expected to see my brains splattered on the ground. I had, in fact, fractured my skull & upper-jaw in multiple places (with severe internal beeding) and had to be rescued by my sister who lived in another country - my humiliation was complete.

I started the long road back to recovery over 12 months ago - and have been rebuilding my strength since, pariculary inner spiritual strength. I am now a new, stronger person - with no illusions about what we face.

Last night I had a particularly vivid dream, full of detail, color and atmosphere: Old Scratch made a personal appearance in what resembled a dimly-lit passage-way in some Gothic mansion - and seemed to be equally impatient, frustrated & exasperated with me.His minion demons,the ones that had been trying to kill me these past 3 or 4 years stood by, lining the walls, silently. It seemed that they had been severely castigated for not finishing the job and that he was very annoyed that he'd been disturbed and now had to take matters into his own hands.

He acknowledged what I had been thru, but had an offer: Just follow his agenda, and money, pleasure, sex, luxury, power - you name it - would be mine. I said I couldnt do that. He retorted that I would therefore forever be a destitute low-life scum-bag with nothing in the world. As he imperiously strode off, I shouted after him, that it was no longer within his power to determine my personal fate - that that power was now with me and I would determine what happened. He didnt turn around to argue the point ... neither did his demons dare contradict me - they just faded away into the shadows.

In all humility & gratitude - but fully aware of the enomity of task that now lies ahead, and of what is expected of me - I think I have mercifully reached the other shore...

I have eight children and till now twelve grandchildren. I raised my eight through a series of wars that probably haven't finished yet. But I taught them to be responsible for themselves, to be able to produce food and prepare it including bread even if there were no gas or electricity, to sew and invent anything missing in there lives. They lived through years of no electricity, no gas or mazout, no glass in their school windows in the winter, bombings, shooting, assorted gangs who stole or worse---and to be afraid of nothing and no one. Of course they will feel something I haven't felt but they have a headstart because our transition started forty years ago and is still ongoing. They know enough to stay out of mainstream thinking and are raising their children to rely on their wits too.This is not to say they will have no problems, but they will not be afraid of the problems which makes it easier to work through them.

Meanwhile, I am still enduring and if nothing else I am an example of stubborn non-resistance.

Don't worry about the kids. They will come through anything we could. And more since they learned early. All of this of course with the close accompaniment of the One in each of them. As they say in French, "Courage!" from a distant outpost in Lebanon, weare.one

And if i might be allowed to throw a rose at art when i come across it, let me just say that what follows is so precise and profound in the same few lines that it's truly astounding and worth reading more than once:

>>"Indifference to sunlight does not mute or alter its disinfectant quality. It's going to slip in to your dark, migraine evasive, bedrooms and find you anyway. Ask yourself why your head hurts in the first place. If you don't turn your attention to the source of what is assaulting you, it has nowhere to go except to turn back upon yourself or those closest to you. If you can't control your own mind, you can't control your behavior. That makes you an uninformed servant of your own distress, at the hands of those who get high being employed at it"<<

Patrick Willis's creation of this has been forwarded to a couple of young people I know. The narrative is attention-grabbing, especially for those who have trouble really feeling the words by reading because they need to be 'entertained'.

Simon says always lovely words bro much love let's let the dogs do the talking while the wolfs of truth ripp into there eyes the sheep lay down the cats lay on and my goat will rulez the grass Ty for your shared wisdom much love :-)

You are apparently annointed with the genie of transliteracy, it is taking one to know one. I applaud you and affirm your gracious service. Confirm for me the fact that you never really got out of shape all those years you spent trippin the lights, and that you can still do most any thing Vis the kid could do. Its a talent. i'm just admiring. Chippie.

and that was all followed by the biggest gun sales day in history, even to beat the election of Obama. Those turds have totally alienated themselves from any americans who matter. This is war and they declared it. The quiet ones are the most dangerous. Hear the deafening silence.

yeeeehaaaa the fiddler on the roof plays his tune and the world is expected to dance -and a mad dance it is. Some of us hear the discordant music while others are tone deaf and just as well-the lyrics don't write themselves and copyrights will identify the authors.

Vis, I salute you for your wit,your gifts,( man you write some funny stuff ) your extended hand to those who have fallen and won't get up.much love

And what of Speilberg's offering released on Christmas day? "War Horse". War whores..? is it a case of the killer subtly informing his victim of something pending, something painful... Something that could be, oh, I don't, "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close"? Nothing like some emotive waffles with shit-cream to waste $10 on.

nice radio program,I'd of been happy to listen to that all day lord visibles and amarynth......just what I needed.....soothing,,

trying to put this old heart back together is a tricky business,but theirs a reason for everything I suppose,and if I wasnt supposed to have a smashed heart I wouldnt of......all I know is love is love,always was and always will be....an unstoppable pull that contains everything within it,I love that,just to know that and feel it,embody that,that is all that is needed,.....

anyway,,its 2012 people,,,,lets make this world beautiful again,,,,the only people who are stopping us are a few old men who are completely disconnected from their true selves,,,,who thought that they knew better than the rest of us, who have stolen the dreams of all of those before us,herded us into all sorts of arenas, made us kill each other,starve each other and debase us,poisoning the great beauty that lives through us all...

obsessive compulsiondiscordant unkindcommunal life sufferingsystematic confineproblematic disfunctioncloud of deceitcourse of confusioncrimes of eliteof downwards and fallingspiralling throughcaught in the netof love of all truthwhere beauty livesrises and callsthe hearts of the peoplethat crash the lies walls

Just to follow up on what Neil is saying, we have the latest radio program loaded, but in its raw form ... background noises, clicks and so on ... before clean up. It will be loaded in a more professional manner today or tomorrow.

But if you like life in the raw .. on the community .. right hand side bottom .. http://www.les-visible.com/the-community.html

Personal resonance with higher consciousness will not stop machinations of war or environmental degradation. Nihilism will not help our message. Truth alone, or a witnessing of trends, will not move us by the affirmation of it. Polarization is dividing society, and there are the means in place to arrest extremes of opposition. Shall we not be Issued Forth? Can we complain of the defeating nature of what they have Issued Forth if we do not? Are there any forums in which to discuss an approach toward action? Do we contribute to division amongst ourselves or accelerate a separation from the collective? #IssuedForth, discuss it before the net is disabled. @IssuedForth

The collaboration of Patrick Willis and Les Visible very eloquently illustrates just how powerful the melding of the seemingly-insignificant quantity of a mere *two* human minds can be.

What an incredibly, incredibly powerful weapon.

I am grateful that this is a weapon in *our* arsenal, and not the enemy's; that it is benevolent, versus malevolent.

So, fellow human, should you ever feel powerless and isolated, do realize that perhaps you are already a large part of the device you seek, and that you merely need to fumble around, for a time - perhaps in the dark - until you stumble upon the remaining part(s).