What are You going to do with the Rest of Your Life?

4/9/2008

by Les Visible

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Letters from the Devic Realm

(The Rest of Your Life - The true traveller is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time...)

There’s no question that we are in dark days where the majority of the people have more difficulty tearing themselves away from their casual entertainments than they are able to muster the energy to contemplate how they got trapped on all that sticky confection in the first place. They’re like rats on a glue board who think it’s just a matter of learning to walk on snowshoes; even if the same shoe is on both feet. But later for the walking dude, something’s coming up that they just can’t miss and something’s coming up after that and one of these days something is going to be coming up that doesn’t miss them because they were too slow to get out of the way and never saw it coming in the first place.

I hate to be an alarmist and one of the reasons I hate it is because few people pay any attention anyway. I’m sure a lot of people, back in the days when you read about historical events in school… I bet a lot of those people always asked themselves, “Well, how come those people didn’t leave?” or “how come those people didn’t do something about it?’ or whatever ‘how come’ might have entered their mind. My question to you is the very same thing. You got an answer for that?

“It’s not the same visible, I don’t care what Frank Zappa told you. It isn’t going to happen here. It can’t happen here.”

The thing is, culture’s rise and fall. That’s a fact, look it up. Is there any culture that is what it once was, when it was? You could make the argument that the English banking system has replaced their navy in terms of ruling the world and you could even parse Churchill’s comment on the British Navy, “founded on buggery and the lash” and say that the same practices are in place. You could say that certain rural locations are going on like they have gone on for thousands of years but… that’s not culture is it? Culture is the thing that blooms in the morning in the hearts of a young and thriving nation and winds up at the back of the icebox in a covered dish by late afternoon.

There’s present time culture which spills into your lap from your TV set and we hope it doesn’t interfere with your masturbating hand and… there’s the culture you see when people dress up in the costumes their parents wore and dance in street fairs for a day or two. There’s the culture that winks at you through the microscope lens from a glass slide and there’s the culture that took your ass for a ride down into Hernado’s Hideaway.

There are all kinds of culture and they all fade and then show up on Halloween or the aforementioned street festivals. You don’t want me to tell you this but your culture is in decline. It’s dancing with dead leaves in a running gutter in a November rain. You got soft. You got fat and you got stupid and those whose industry is based on deceiving and milking you are going to prove hard taskmasters. The good news is that it will get you off your ass. The bad news is that it’s going to mean being a slave for the same parties because you ceased to be your own master when you gave up your vigilance and common sense.

So you think the world you walk through every day is normal? That makes you crazy. Sane minds would question every aspect of it. Do you remember being sane? That’s a hard one because some of you never were but… some of you were. You can’t remember. That’s how it works. Once you get from one point to another over a series of points, the original departure point is lost in swallowing mist. It’s especially hard to remember being sane when you no longer are sane because you began to agree with the madness; just to go along to get along sort of… so that now it is impossible to find your way back.

Look, I’m sane, relatively… even though I was locked up in some very hard institutions; even though I took enormous amounts of drugs, especially psychedelics… even though I drank a river until the river backed off… I’m sane. I’m sane because I never tried to fit in. Well, they wouldn’t let me fit in, would they? But that’s not the point. I didn’t go out of my way to do a Steven Hawkings on myself to see the universe their way. Yoga I like, bad asanas practiced with the idea of being a part of something that is totally wack is not.

What are you going to do now? Some of you are aging and your savings are dwindling and the culture is designed to make you sick because it’s based on bad food and alcohol and a voyeur’s idea of working out and staying fit and the medical people are going to get you and they don’t know what they are doing and they don’t care either. And I- and others like me could gift you with simple remedies but… but… that’s right… no fucking degrees… no suit and tie…. No office and no ad on the side of that bus going by… and most of it is simple and free and boy… do the people looking to enslave your ass hate the idea of anyone giving away something for free; especially when it works and theirs does not.

Well, if you ask me… I’d look for a community somewhere with people who care and aren’t into strange sex and control mechanisms, who want to pool their resources in a libertarian way with all the perks that come with that abiding grace where some special force appears in the midst of them without a lot of bad depressing hymns. That’s what I would do if I were you.

Myself… I’m fine… I left the United States and went to Europe with my guitar and a few talents I have and there I am. I don’t need that community but I wouldn’t mind one… but you… you need it.

I’m going to try to do something nice here. The good people at justgetthere have asked me to come here and write about whatever it was I was writing that got their interest but I’m thinking; why not do it one better and make it useful and personal at the same time? It came to me while I was writing this and… as usual… I had no idea where it was going to wind up. But what I’m going to do is write a book for you. We’ll call it… uh… let’s see… The Practical Survival Guide When your Culture is Going Down the Toilet and you are Hanging on the Rim? Too long… but it’s going to be like what you’ve been reading and it’s going to have current events dissected and little disciplines and commentaries on diet and physical movement as well as circumstantial defense against circumstance that may range from the martial arts to a mindset one can cultivate and including things like Shiatzu and diet and how to adapt to a batshit world and what we’ll do is… I’ll go on my merry way and you will ask me things and I’ll incorporate them into the mix and…

Some twenty or thirty chapters down the road we will have a book and it will be a pretty useful book that moves from Buckminster Fuller to Morihei Ueshiba, from Aldous Huxley to Terrence McKenna, from George Ohsawa to Arnold Ehret and on to Robert Gray. In the meantime we are going to be mindful of events in the windshield and the rear view mirror and by the side of the road we are passing and we are hoping that if you are hitching by the side of the road that… at some point… you are going to catch the ride that is going to take you to the community of which I speak. It may not exist yet but it is there… forming in the ethers… visualized in the focused mind… precipitating down… it’s there pilgrim. And you can get there.

The only question that remains is do you want to go? If so, then we will have a little journey here and we shall see what we come up with. Hey… I’d like to see it happen too. I may not hang around but I will help you build it. You have my word on that. So… as will prove to be the usual thing, I will close with a song.

Iridescent Dreams

Les Visible is a writer and recording artist. He has had a lifelong love affair with the Hermetic Sciences and the Martial Arts. He is a seasoned traveler in psychedelic realms and prefers the Devic Kingdom over the suffocating confinements of the Sub-Matrix. Along the way he has matriculated from the military to prisons and the maximum security wards for the criminally insane.

He has owned a metaphysical bookstore and some restaurants and worked in construction, as a cook, a club bouncer, a newspaper editor, a resort manager, a radio announcer, a standup comedian, as a lead singer in a rock and roll band and whatever he had to do to get by.

He lives somewhere in Europe with his wife Susanne and his memories. The truth has not been injured in the writing of this blurb. A collection of his works in various media can be found at www.lesvisible.com

Les Visible is a writer and recording artist. He has had a lifelong love affair with the Hermetic Sciences and the Martial Arts. He is a seasoned traveler in psychedelic realms and prefers the Devic Kingdom over the suffocating confinements of the Sub-Matrix. Along the way he has matriculated from the military to prisons and the maximum security wards for the criminally insane.

He has owned a metaphysical bookstore and some restaurants and worked in construction, as a cook, a club bouncer, a newspaper editor, a resort manager, a radio announcer, a standup comedian, as a lead singer in a rock and roll band and whatever he had to do to get by.

He lives somewhere in Europe with his wife Susanne and his memories. The truth has not been injured in the writing of this blurb. A collection of his works in various media can be found at www.lesvisible.com

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