Beautiful Poem Here

I'm placing the first of a set of two really nice poems here, because juxtaposing it here is like what I'm having to do with this matter of thinking about 'well what if -?'

You know, what if something really bad and large-scale happens.

...Anyway so the US National Library of Medicine does in fact have archived reports and data on the methodology of Lyn Buchanan's small (still existing) team of 'CRV' people.

Fundamentally what happened was that Stanford University put some magnetic resonance machines on Ingo Swann's head (and a few other devices too) and they observed key changes in brainwave patterns - among several interesting and consistent neurological features of this process of 'imaginative viewing' I would call it.

A tree-house for someone.
 

This is not what any of us does here.

The only reason I have ever mentioned that you can test brainwaves when someone is say for example, drinking a 'Drinkable Ink' or listening to very particularly shaped/designed kinds of music, is that, well  - you can! You can test for brain waves and you can see them as they form up when someone is under the influence of something like a beat pattern or complex sound 'wave edge drop-off recognition' stimulus.

What goes inside a deep well to instigate reactions in the phreatic zones of active volcanic structures - is not any kind of 'imagined' thing. That's a real physical vehicle going down in there.

However it is certainly true that clear brainwaves allow for clear transmission of information into your consciousness. I mean we all assume that talking is a clear means of communication; and it isn't.

Does anybody really know what Kamala Harris is saying? ...Gee, someone must have messed around with her head real bad. Or what Joe Biden is trying to say? He is of course not actually trying to say anything - he's an 'NPC' under the control of others and he's made to deliver actions in line with an agenda.

He is trying to fulfill a role that looks like he is being the President.

Jeweled Persian Barberry Rice.
Man.
Orange rind bits, rose petals, saffron,
pistachios, almonds - lot of other things.

You cannot yourself possibly believe, at this stage, that a handful of Arabs took over some planes and crashed them into some very tall buildings in NYC totally melting those buildings into material non-existence in any equivalent form of previous mass. Or that a small private jet was flown into the Pentagon.

Listen, if a small jet can be flown into the side of the Pentagon, what makes you think fifty small drones cannot be flown into there right now?

Yes, so - a lot of risky things are in the offing; that's just obvious.

Do you suppose that Antony Blinken, despite that he knows how the Maidan Uprising occurred, and that he knows that for eight years Kiev was shelling civilians in its own 'country' - do you think he really believes what he just said in the UN?

Do you think it's possible to stick electrodes onto his head and see what brainwave patterns are forming up inside there?

Well yes it is entirely possible. It's possible technically, it's possible scientifically; it's just totally possible.

...Is it possible for you to find out where the next Mansa Musa is, and when he will be coming down your street to hand out piles of gold?

Yeah that's possible to.

And here's how you do it:

What we know of Mansa Musa largely comes from the writings of Ibn Khaldun, whom we have spoken of about here, before. In fact many times.

I like the color, Bill.
What do you think?
Shall we get one?

Mansa Musa is from the Keita Dynasty (think Salif Keita - we played some of his music just the other day here). The Keita Dynasty is descended from Bilal.

The historical Mansa Musa is being regarded all over the internet right now, because of Don Lemon's recent self-inspired crash into a brick wall at high journalistic speed, as the world's richest man ever of all time.

And those stories might even be true.

I know absolutely none of you at all took the least bit of notice when I mentioned Ibn Khaldun those last times.

So it isn't surprising that you're not as rich as possibly you should be.

But don't worry. All is not lost - I Counsel you to purchase from Me gold, proved by fire, and white garments to put on, lest the shame of your nakedness by revealed, and salve to anoint your eyes, so that you may see.

Who wants to be rich like Bilal? Maybe not like Mansa Musa though - he was abundant in giving gifts including much gold on his way to the Hajj, whereupon he lost everything and came back totally broke. Nevertheless, if you are Muslim no problem - for there, in that system even just one 'Subhanallah' is worth more than all the gold of Sulaymaaaaaan!

I'm going up to the White Room tonight.

By Monday I should have something interesting by way of this little discussion about the morphic resonance... ...of lots of money.

Who cares about this asteroid that is going to hit the Earth somewhere. Don't worry about it. It isn't going to hit you.

Maybe you'll see 'the big star in the sky' though... ; )

Any clues yet? Anyone? Anyone?

It's our time now.

It's not 'their' time. It's our time. Now. 

Here is a great poem (the first of a set of two; next one coming later), by 'Oaken Adams.' This is one of these things - you have to read it slowly, give it time. And treat it like a poem.

I

Just be

I'm a Know thing

No personality

No need

Just be

Floating

Like a tree

Oaken Adams.