Reflections in a Petri Dish | Let Love Shape You and you Will Become Perfection Itself.

A beautiful offering from our friend, Les Visible…

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

May your noses always be cold and wet.

When we used to be listed at well trafficked sites, sometimes I would look at the counter on the page and watch all the countries scroll by. Over time I saw visitors from every country in the world and on occasion, countries I had never heard of before. It always made me think about the new virtual world that we lived in, surrounded by vast distances but right there too, in a way.

I seem to live in that virtual world now. The last two days I had this period of being filled with life and feeling like a lot of different things happened and then… it occurred to me that I hadn’t spoken to another person in all that time. Of course, I’d had conversations but it would have been difficult for another to have seen who they were with. In some ways I miss the sweet intimacies that I am able to experience with another person, such as I had for many years recently. It was often of such a level that the usual messy physicality didn’t intrude upon the serenity of the exchange. I’m not in opposition to human contact, as it has expressed itself in the usual ways of which we are all familiar. I can’t say that life has shortchanged me in any way in that category. It’s often the case with poets. They may miss out on a lot of the more terrestrial features of existence but they don’t usually miss out on love.

I’m talking more about the silent exchanges that pass between people, watching a movie; body working their feet to take away the stress of the days footsteps, walking with the dogs through the green and yellow kingdoms of Lady Nature. It’s often so much more than anything that gets said. It’s more about the beautiful ambiance of a hidden resonance but… it doesn’t matter how clean and serene life might be between people, life has its own agenda and exercises it as it wishes, without our wishes being taken into consideration. Sometimes we just have to go our way and no one knows why that is. It just happens. I was told, several years before it became apparent, that my life was going to change because other things were expected of me and I was expected to be somewhere else and evolve into someone else for some purpose of demonstration that would be hidden from me until such time as it was to become known.

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LiveLeak.com – Mother of Boston Bomber Breaks Silence: ‘It was all fabricated by the CIA’

April 16, 2015 – Members of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev’s family tell TIME they tried in vain to dismiss his defense lawyers. Throughout the trial of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, the 21-year-old who was convicted last week of bombing the Boston Marathon in 2013, his family resisted the urge to speak out publicly in his defense.

Tsarnaev’s defense team had advised them not to grant interviews, they say, as it could risk his chances at trial. But when the jury issued its guilty verdict on April 8, convicting him on 17 counts that could each carry the death penalty, some of his relatives decided to go public with their outrage. On the evening of April 14, three members of the Tsarnaev family met at a café in the city of Grozny, close to their ancestral home in southern Russia, and told a TIME reporter how the trial had torn their family apart, how helpless they felt against what they see as an American conspiracy against them and, above all, how they still hope to convince Tsarnaev to fire his legal team and seek to overturn the verdict on appeal.

“It would be so much easier if he had actually committed these crimes,” says his aunt Maret Tsarnaeva. “Then we could swallow this pain and accept it.”

But two years after the bombing that killed three people and wounded hundreds near the race’s finish line on April 15, 2013, they still refuse to admit Tsarnaev’s guilt. From their homes in Chechnya and Dagestan, two predominantly Muslim regions of Russia, some of his family members have tried to convince Tsarnaev to fire his court-appointed lawyer, Judy Clarke, who has taken a surprising approach to his defense.

In one of her first arguments before the jury after entering a not-guilty plea, Clarke said that her client is indeed responsible for the “senseless, horrific, misguided acts.” But in committing these crimes, she argued that he was acting under the direction of his older brother Tamerlan, who was killed in a shootout with authorities soon after the bombing.

This line of defense has outraged many of Tsarnaev’s relatives, who have tried to convince him to dismiss Clarke and ask for a lawyer who will argue his innocence. “Why do we even need defense attorneys if they just tell the jury he is guilty?” his aunt asks. “What’s the point?”

via LiveLeak.com – Mother of Boston Bomber Breaks Silence: ‘It was all fabricated by the CIA’.

Visible Origami | In Pursuit of the Presence of the Ineffable.

By Visible

How I have been able to get away with certain monkey business for so long is that I have always eaten right. I know how important it is and I BLESS MY FOOD. That is even more important that eating right. Whenever I go out or anywhere that I eat, I always bless my food. In several years now, I have yet to see someone else doing that and this town is full of missionary Christians, who think I am the devil, although they have never met me. It comes from my walking down the streets singing all the time and basically just being way strange. I don’t look all that different than anyone else but Susanne or anyone else can tell you, people are aware of me. It’s probably cause I bless my food (grin). I’m going to tell you something, people, not blessing your food is an egregious offense that affects how your food integrates with your body. I also talk to God, as much as I can remember to, all day long. I work out. I stay active. Why? I’m filled with energy and enthusiasm. Why? Because I love God. To love God is to fill your life with Love and it touches everything you do. I cannot say that I have reached a significant status as of yet but… I am in the neighborhood.

Let me tell you something. If you don’t make God real while you are alive; how real will he/she be when you pass? Heaven begins where your feet touch the Earth. I’ve made plenty of mistakes and been reckless in spades but I have always loved God and always sought God. It pays off. You might have thousands of friends but if God is not your friend; of what value are all of these relationships? You can be one of the most powerful people on Earth, for that lifetime, or portion of it. You can have all of the riches beyond anything you can spend.

via Visible Origami | In Pursuit of the Presence of the Ineffable..

Quote of the Day – To live content with small means…

To live content with small means;

to seek elegance rather than luxury,

and refinement rather than fashion;

to be worthy, not respectable,

and wealthy, not, rich;

to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart;

to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never;

in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common

— this is my symphony.

— William Henry Channing

The Paint House Illusion of Corrupted Light

By Les Visible

Personally, I’m not in the business of operating a community, only participating in it. I am in the business of virtual communities that precipitate into being in accord with a collective will. This isn’t my home office here, so my interest is geared in another direction, where the amenities are well beyond anything possible here, even in the best of times. That’s not my primary motive; amenities. They just come with the package. When the heart and mind of the people, turn away from their madness, conjoined with those oppressing them, those oppressing them are unhinged and detached from the power to continue their operations and activities. That’s just how it is and it’s coming, one way or another. That’s the key item for you to be aware of, whether you are reading here or not, it’s coming anyway.

Consider the feature of pain and suffering in respect of ease of passage. Here’s a good example. Many things pass through the kidneys at a certain size. After a certain size comes pain. Bowel movements can be effortless or much less so. Heat can warm until it starts to burn. Take these few considerations and extrapolate them out into all manner of permutations. A crowd of people can be excited and having a good time, with a lot of energy in the air. Given certain conditions, the crowd can panic or turn angry right out of their good time. All these things are relative and we had better get that, because it’s the difference between a touch on the shoulder that is responded to, or not responded to and a baseball bat across the back of the head that guarantees a response. It’s the difference by degree, of a twinge of sharp pain and being disemboweled. We get reminded. We get warned. We don’t pay attention. Degrees of force are generated by the cosmos to ensure that attention is paid and depending on the severity of the conditions needing to be changed, on that depends the severity of the force and the lasting impact of the lesson.

via The Paint House Illusion of Corrupted Light. Smoking Mirrors.

Priming the Pump for The Apocalypse Factor

By Les Visible

Sometimes, it is to weep, when you consider the state of conditions affecting Nature and what we have turned it to in our pursuit of comfort and imagined safety. So long as you walk on mortal pathways, dreaming the temporary dreams of flesh seeking the forgetfulness of dust, you are not safe and comfort is a mirage, considering the internal disquiet of the beckoning grave.

We have assaulted our own nature in our war on Lady Nature and we have done this by stepping aside, while the psychopaths made war on our higher nature and the residence of Nature’s secret wellsprings of life. The horror of the Gulf of Mexico is coming back around, out of the media suppression and the lies of government and industry. It’s sailing in the arc of a returning boomerang and washing up on shore, while it surfaces in the bloodstream of those resident in the poisoned lands. Now a mysterious ailment has appeared in Louisiana You wondered if it could be true that Rothschild actually does own a big piece of BP. Then you can wonder at this also. Rothschild is a monster. It’s not a family. It’s not a corporation. It’s a flesh eating, blood sucking monster, whose true home is in some dark underworld beneath the Earth’s surface, because that is why its every act seems directed at a transport of the world’s population (what’s left of it) into.

via Priming the Pump for The Apocalypse Factor. Reflections in a Petri Dish.

The Law of Return, Again and Again and Again

By Les Visible

Money is a funny thing; not funny hah hah but certainly ironically funny, painfully funny, tragically funny, unintentionally funny, that’s not funny, funny …and unfortunately funny. It’s as funny as the money is, as in ‘funny money’.

I didn’t grow up with money but I never got the sense that we were poor, although we certainly were, with six kids on a military salary. There was always plenty of food and there were sports and books, which didn’t cost anything, if you lived on a military base and near a library. For a kid who was into sports, living on a military base is a dream come true. Sports and books were my escape from a life of relentless pain and fear; both contained some amount of them too but it was differently abled or vicariously experienced.

via The Law of Return, Again and Again and Again. Visible Origami.