My Only (Slight) Concern

So right now we have ever more serious political problems in France. That was always on the cards as far as I was concerned, but whether it will all just blow over is another matter.

It will not simply 'blow over.' This is a huge disaster in the emergent phases.

There is a long road ahead to overcome the difficulties that are about to consume much of Europe.

Le French Cognac, oui?
Je me fait le Franglaise bien sur,
n es-ce pas?

But this is all 'on the surface' stuff. This is what consumes the minds of the television watchers.

Underneath all of that is what engages the attention of those 'at the top.' Those would be people like Stefan Quandt, Ondine Rothschild, the Glucks, the Klattens, Guelphs, the von Hannovers and so on.

People you rarely hear about on the standard news media.

They are directing capital formations and flows of money the sizes of which Elon only dreams about.

Seriously!

You think Forbes has some handle on it all?

Hah.

But again, they are all human beings with stock-standard materialistic mindsets and a human materialistic understanding of the world.

...I know another type of person, though. One who knows when to tread on the wine grapes, whether the proximity of the planet Mercury with the new Moon will affect the fermentation of the grape.

That kind of person spends a lot of time inside a castle or a chateau or a barn. And no one disturbs them.

Y'all forget...
This was the Alien in Cocoon.
Was Raquel's daughter.
Has a pizza chain now.
She's part Bolivian.
That's in South America. 
LOL

They are like medieval alchemists.

My concern when I talk to you about getting up into dark grey spun metallic vehicles lacking identification in the night, is that you have to go to some form of work in the morning.

I worry because I know that this kind of thing really does take time.

The benefit is that you will never lack for anything again so long as you live here, and 'other things' will also unfold for you.

Dr Ammon Hillman - and he is not the only one but he is the current noteworthy one - is typical of what goes on down here in this planet: everything and yet at the same time, absolutely nothing.

You can get a certain amount of the 'everything' from him, but there the story ends quite abruptly. He does not know the rest of it.

And since I am about to reveal enough to you that will get you into a lot of trouble - if, that is, anyone else knew what you were doing and how you were doing it - I do worry that you worry about not having enough time.

Well don't worry. Things have a way of working out.

This is the world's
current living best 
winemaker.
Is Nicolas Audebert.
He was partly
trained in S. America.
As it happens.
Blended...

The point for today is, presently I will show or link to, something that gives clear details about this all-fired 'Burning Purple' stuff, including why exactly it works. Hillman has this nasty habit of switching from being a very faithfully honest translator, to one that deliberately assigns meanings that are not there in the specific text source at hand; albeit he is so clever, that that meaning is there somewhere else, in a different subject text.

For instance - because this will come up - kollourion, does not mean what he says it means in the texts that he wishes to point to. 

It means ointment. As distinct from say, an oil.

Keep this in mind for later. Because it will become important later. Or quite soon, really.

It's all very well for speculative public commentators to keep it up about Aliens abducting people, human subjects, as it were - but why not, if they were truly advanced and sophisticated, would they not 'abduct' a few thousand liters of the best French cognac, say...

As well as the wine-maker/s responsible.

'When will this all happen, Grandpa?'

'Soon, m'lad, soon.' Wilford Brimley, in Ron Howard's Cocoon.