Won't Stay Up For Long

Now you have to pay very close attention to this and pick out some key elements and just shove them to the back of your mind.

Maybe there are some of you who will be in a good deal of doubt about what has been going through these pages for a while now.

Your life is a Le Mans race.
Not everyone finishes, plenty of people have
more funding and better cars.
And, they ban the 'grid girls' and wreck the
whole event too, with globalist politicking.
That's when the real winning mindsets emerge.
Out of the darkness, into the morning light.

Nevertheless - and I could get into a lot of trouble over this - I am going to give you a lead on a couple of things now.

And some of those matters will just disappear from here within days.

...I am going to cover the subject by casually sticking it inside of another, and pretty interesting too, other subject.

I guess I have mentioned here before that for a while I knew a lighting and equipment man and 'shot-puller' for the famous, or infamous, Helmut Newton. This other gentleman was a high-paid film negative developer and architectural photographer in his own right.

What not many people know though, is that the brand 'Helmut' Newton was really two people - two creative minds: Helmut himself, and the other being his Australian wife June Browne (or Brunell, or 'Alice Springs').

Now I don't need to go into the 'gory' details but June was much more of a private person than her husband Helmut - and the very last time I personally saw her was at that 'private party' I mentioned here before, the one with a major celebrity red-headed actress and Dame Daphne (could have been her twin sister, except a foot and a half shorter!).

June Browne-Newton passed away earlier this year at 97 in Monaco. She lived next door to another expatriate Australian, Ric Stowe, who happens to be a relative of an in-law of mine but with whom I have lost touch these days. Ric Stowe is incredibly wealthy, having done some 'interesting' deals back in the Eighties and survived to tell absolutely no one the actual inside tales.

Anyway I tell you all that to tell you this...

It's quite easy for bisexuals like June to photograph the intrinsic individually attractive 'soul' of women. And it's easy enough (although, not in terms of the quality of the 'craft' of it), for women themselves to depict themselves or present those most quickly 'attractive' aspects of themselves - to strangers.

It is not anywhere near as easy for a photographer - even the best of them - to depict the 'heart of the intellect,' the core essence of a man's intellect; or even that a certain man actually has it.  

And so it is never that easy to 'see' a truly extravagantly brilliant mind just from the external parts of anyone, men particularly.

What you are looking at, almost universally, when you look at an image -  a photograph or even cinematic movie scenes - of a man, is pure ego. And nothing more.

There are many beautiful women on the planet -, there are almost no truly great, wise or superbly intellectual men who are at all balanced. And that is despite that the common person will howl 'but what about Einstein?'

Young smart alec (on left), seasoned true intellect
(in the middle), and 'someone...' lol
Pay attention now.

What about Einstein? He stole everything he laid claim to as his own personal private brand of 'intellectual property' from Olinto De Pretto and Max Planck, and he ended up killing half a million innocent civilians as well at least.

So but can you tell, just from external 'looks,' what authentic and deep intellect 'looks like?' When you see it, are you able to consciously notice it?

I walked past a huge tall building for forty years and never noticed something pretty prominent sticking out from its side! 

When women walk down a public street, they are dressing for themselves, and for an imaginary picture of a powerful successful man who will be able to notice them - and sometimes they dress 'for other women,' in the sense of to placate them, or to annoy them, or simply to make some faked competition towards them for sport.

They have literally no clue, no clue at all, as to what a really authentically powerful and genuinely life-balanced successful man is or should look like. For one thing their fathers were not that man. Mostly not. And yes, you might be the lucky woman whose father was that man. But let's face facts here, most women idolize their fathers, and probably men idolize their mothers. And it's unrealistic stuff to some extent, and so it is not very practical for understanding real life and other human beings.

If I had to say who I thought was the 
number one guy in strategic planning today,
I'd say it was this guy.
Bring out your Loubis, girls. If you 
recognize the signs, you can disport
with the high heels and get to play
in the big league.  

...I think I idealize both of my parents and all of my uncles and aunts! 

There's fake you know, and there's real too... If my ET Alien 'friends' take you up into the spacecraft that are around the place not too far away from here, take my suggestion and just agree to go along with sitting in on every single lecture about 'how to understand yourself and other people.' Do it with the view of being able to manipulate people - that is, other human beings; you'll never be able to manipulate those who are far too far in advance of all of our games.

Don't worry about 'getting agency' and especially not: 'agency over some of their gee-wizz technology.' That stuff is a waste of time.

Because if you 'just' mind-control some hot dame, it's rape.

And you don't want Wokey-Woke Cary Fukunaga to call you a rapist now, do you? 

This is notwithstanding that apparently, the Queen has some underground (secret; used to be secret) passageway from her sitting room to the Dukes Bar in Kensington. The one that does Ian Fleming martinis.

No no no no no... What you want is to be able to engage equitably.

Are there exceptionally and authentically and deeply intellectual women out there who are also extraordinarily good-looking and practiced and skilled at 'putting on the glamour' as well (as being naturally physically 'gifted' across a range of meanings)?

I don't know. I don't even know enough about what I see on a daily basis to convince myself that I could notice something as big as the side of a whole darn tall building!