Accidents And Misdirection

I was saying the exact following thing to our friend Bill (one of our contributors here) this morning: 'Short of getting you to look out your window and tell me that you see a shiny metal disk there...'

LOL

Well short of that we are left with our ordinary and quite simplistic language often, and the need to grab with our thinking minds onto a few strands of metaphorical rope, and hope they all can be pulled together logically so that we can come to a sound conclusion about whatever 'open question' that is being looked at.

Arecibo radio telescope gantry. There's a huge dish beneath.

This last week, the Arecibo Radio Telescope in Puerto Rico had an 'accident' and some large struts have broken through falling down into the dish system and damaging the functionality of the whole thing. 

Arecibo has for some time been owned and run by the Chinese government. Put it this way, a shady Chinese company is the largest investor in the place.

Doesn't work now, though; the thing has broken down catastrophically.

...So, short of saying that a shiny metal object flew into the struts causing some damage, well, it was just an accident.

Now, this fellow Tom DeLonge is around and about the place, giving out that he 'may' be a designated point man for some kind of Washington/Pentagon 'Disclosure' about to take place. In fact, his valuable work on 'Disclosure' has already taken place since he was primarily the sole individual most responsible for getting the Navy to begin talking officially about the 'Tic-Tacs.' Tom is (also) the front man for the pop music group Blink 182.

My friend Bill and I were discussing something about why it takes so long to 'extract' information from those who really genuinely know it.

I used to ask the same question myself and now have reached the peculiar point of being one of those who don't want to give it out - even though I was among the most loud urging, privately, that at least certain limited things should be made public.

Bzzz, bzzz.

Okay, the thing is this, see - not the US government, in fact not any government, is the 'lead manager' here on this matter. Yes there is an 'arrangement' going on. No we don't have key decision power.

This is such a huge thing that I have taken to using the 'religious framework,' particularly in the sociological sense of it, to look at things through. Take the situation with Steven Spielberg's 'Close Encounters' visuals - these are not too dissimilar to the OT narrative of something 'coming down onto a mountain top.' 

You talk to any Rabbi and they will tell you this is the reason the Jews follow Moses, and obey the 'Law' as handed down on top of the mountain (wherever it really was); basically, because everyone saw it, and it was clear and obvious to everyone there at the time.

But see, no it wasn't and no they actually didn't follow Moses!! Despite, despite, this huge momentous thing, being 'seen' whatever it was, the people there still didn't do what they were advised - that is why Moses smashed the tablets, pulverized the so-called 'Golden Calf' and then made them all drink water laced with the smashed up gold. Aaron scolded them all sarcastically, saying: This is your god!! 

And then God dragged them all around the desert for 'forty years' whatever, and Moses disappeared; 'his burial place not known to this day...'

Devadasi-style, dancer...

Moving, indeed leaping across the globe, I shall discuss what appears like an entirely different situation, namely the Devadasi (temple dancers) in India.

The Devadasi system has the reputation of something like 'temple prostitution' and was banned by the British rulers in the 1930's, restored to some extent by male stage dancers, and then banned completely again by the Indian government in 1988.

There are still 'Devadasi' style dances performed but these are stage acts and theatrical performances. In no way is there the suggestion that female classical dancers of India are involved in some kind of 'temple sex cult.'

They were never that in the first place. What happened through centuries, is that Brahmin caste priests, who exerted enormous power, turned the real thing into a simulacrum, that they indeed used for prostitution procuring.

Devadasi is something from so far back in time you cannot place an origination date on it: it is part of the Shiv Puranas ('God' Texts), and only young women of noble estate are permitted to enter the arrangement, and then, they only 'danced' for kings and lords. Ostensibly, they literally were inside these temples consorting with 'gods.'

Now, my friends, I put it to you, where did the Jewish massage girls at the Last Supper get the Jatamansi oil from if not India... And if Mary was a young 'parthenoia' what was she, again?

If I said this to two billion Christians on the planet, a full virtual 100% of them would say to me - as one commentator recently responded, regarding my statement that Kamala Harris is a Cochin Jew from India, not an 'Indian' Indian from India - like this: he responded 'BS.'

So, you tell me - why would anyone with any actual hands-on material experience and knowledge of any of this sort of highly highly secretive thing (we're talking about aliens and UFO's, not K. Harris!), tell anyone else? EVEN IF THEY TAKE PEOPLE TO WHERE THEY ARE PARKED!!!! ...You'll get the same old standard Hebrews-In-The-Desert 'argh, BS.' 

Roxanne Emery - sings the song down below; she changes her
hair style and color a lot...

There's a public interest? A public 'right to know?' What one is that?

Would that be the one already exercised by God on Mount Sinai a long time ago?

And you think human beings are different, now? ...Why?

Brahmins, who don't do any work, living in the middle of the highest employed, most literate, female population on Earth (and generally despised by them and booted out of Southern India) suddenly have enough money to send themselves to Madras to suddenly, become a political elite functionary, and then, go to New York to live and to stay and to study and become doctors and lawyers.

You know, this is a lot like the story of the Haka caste (lowest poorest Chinese) orphan, suddenly going to the Inns of Court, London, studying for a mere two years, living in London (and, perforce 'eating his dinners...'), buying the legal attire necessary, and coming back to become Dictator-For-Life of a brand new country he invented, by name of 'Singapore.' That was because he was a hard-working kid, right? And he was stupendously intelligent; must have been - an intellectual!! Left this amazing legacy of art and poetry and music and literature and writings of his own, perhaps some engineering...

??? Right?

People always claim to want 'proof.' I've said this continuously for about twenty years now: anywhere, anytime. Bring the cash. Or else provide a damn good reason that makes sense, and not just to me. I'll do what I can to slip as much as I can out, in as timely a way as possible. As humanly, possible. Under the watchful eyes of T'Pol!