The Tools To Handle The Wealth

Now see here's the problem with having a lot of wealth and living the life that is expected to go along with it:

When you go to Wimbledon – where I wouldn't personally, because I detest modern tennis – but at least when you go, and it happens to be a cold day, they will give you a little hot rock to hold in your hands...

Qantas First Class Beluga

And when you travel First Class on Qantas – which I would do - they will give you this designer pair of silk-lined pyjamas, when you want to sleep off the Bollinger they serve.

And pretty soon you'll get this feeling that most of the rest of the world is badly disadvantaged and must have a terrible time of life. Which they basically do do (have a terrible time mostly, that is).

But why are you so important; so especially deserving?

Now that's an important question. Clearly, it is the wealth which 'makes' it appear that the carrier of wealth is important and better and more deserving. Without being able to carry the wealth (that is, to have any!) one is deprived of all these trinkets and trappings.

The trouble is though, that if at some stage it becomes the case that you do acquire some wealth, then you could easily find yourself lumped with the problem of feeling for all the rest of humanity who haven't got any, and also sometimes, you may be quite disappointed too with your erstwhile wealthy 'brothers and sisters' who do and yet whose attitudes and abilities stand in stark contrast with any kind of ideal human person! You will find yourself stuck between a hot rock... ...and a soft pair of pyjamas.

As the Chinese Classics say the look on the face of the wealthy is never happiness. It's often more like a kind of distress.

If you reject the pampering people will say you are mean-spirited and miserly and if you embrace it they will say you are uncaring and selfish.

Symbols of male selfishness, surely!

And that is the reason why it is absolutely vital that on no account should you disclose to anyone exactly how much you have or how much you can get or how much you can engineer or how much you have power over or how much you can generate. It is an absolute crime and a sin (not really sure what that word means...!) against all the rest of your fellow human beings to not fully absorb yourself in the enjoyment of what wealth can bring, and to not be fully in the moments of utter wealth and grandeur that you afford yourself – on account of allowing the unconsecrated to the art and science of wealth, in at those times.

Only those who ever have been, or are and can objectively realize their position, or who have the capacity to be, wealthy, can understand what this is all about. The concentration of conscious intelligence has the role in the universe of a relationship with everything that is the best. And it is only in this role that one is truly able to see the best in people and things, and to set about its preservation within a world of decay and ignorance and foolishness.

Makrolon Ornament

The illuminated Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament for those owners of a Rolls Royce who can extend their budgets a further, almost $10,000, is not made from glass but from a Bayer Chemicals patented polycarbonate called Makrolon. Those engineer-types who stop by here will be familiar with this product.

My father-in-law has just recently gone a little beserk and done something Jovian for his daughter and grandson.

I must say he has taken a lot of pressure from my own shoulders because it will now be easier for me to go to an additional ten grand for the Makrolon hood ornament.

I jest of course and I feel though, that I must explain my arrogance.

As of right this very minute, I personally, would be thieving from my own rare coin collection to as much as mount a battle to attain a Swiss-cheeseburger (at least, though, we have said 'Swiss-cheeseburger' and ought to add that it will be the Angus beef one, too).

However I have a sense of strong confidence about the future. Well, at least for my future, anyway, and I hope, for yours as well.

At heart I am a believer in the possibilities flowing from the invention of things like Makrolon, much more than I am in the possibilities offered by the political life. For I do not believe in the establishing and the building of cities for modern people – but I do believe in the exploitation of the artefacts of automaton mentality. I believe in architecture. Architecture is a rational system that bypasses or at least sidesteps the pseudo-intelligent agency of modern evolved people; today's people fit in to the architecture of cities and modern structures and dwellings, whereas they mostly all believe it is the other way around.

And money is a rational system too. And it also has architecture and this is not something our friend Ben Bernanke has sufficient an understanding of, or a deep appreciation for.

Take this very distant example of what I mean: let's say here is a great and successful Beijing identity who goes and marries some millionaire in a presumed more-liberated society. Just one step away from Communist Beijing, she marries an oligarch from, let's say, Singapore; the Beijing government is not too worried because the two societies are not that far apart politically. The order remains.

But then one day she decides she cannot any longer tolerate the egregious arrogance and disdain for the ordinary human being shown by this oligarch she has become entangled with, and she contemplates upon how that his mindset exhibits in every particular way, all the odious features of the usual wickedly privileged, and spoilt, tyrant.

So one day she throws on a tight satin Dolce & Gabbana, high heels and a pashmina wrap, and grabs her Baschmakoff purse, and walks out. And as her Rolls Royce leans in acquiescently to approach her, she angrily pulls off the million-dollar ring she is wearing and casts it down to the gutter or to the pavement somewhere, and is too exorcised to even notice the blue illuminated, glowing frosty Makrolon Spirit of Ecstasy light up its warm 'welcome in' to her very brand new and gleaming Rolls Royce Wraith, all plush inside with its doublecream-thick carpets, and soft luxury black-piped leather seats, and its excessive starlit ceiling.

Ah, you see! The elevated in station often have their own problems that serve to deny to them the ability to see and to appreciate the splendours of their lofty surroundings.

One can become highly disillusioned by staying too long there, and perceiving the banal reality behind much of the public face of power and money.

But one can also be uplifted by its intensely private side. That is to say, if you ever discover the true face of private power, and money.

Mysterious Money - where does it come from?

“Be calm... Be still.” as Nicol Williamson's Merlin says in Excalibur. “All is well.

Behold! The Dragon's Breath!”

In the mysterious smoke of the Dragon's Breath, conjured by the even-more-mysterious Merlin, a Spirit of Ecstasy glimmers, for the wise.

Money cannot afford too much banality. If it becomes banal – as Bernanke has made it – then it dies. Powerful money, on the other hand, is interesting, even fascinating, and utterly mysterious.

Learning From The Jungle

I grew up quite literally inside a tropical jungle. For whatever reasons we need not inquire into right now, I have in fact lived inside two major Malaysian jungle tracts - the first place was called Taman Endau-Rompin, and the other, Belum-Temengor.

Taman Endau-Rumpin

In those days a lot of life was much slower-paced there, as well as in many other parts of the world. There were no tv programs to rush back inside to, the sun was fairly lazy... People went on walks. I certainly did from as soon as I could walk. There were two clever house dogs that accompanied me wherever I went and they barked whenever my mother called out and afterawhile she took to trusting the dogs implicitly and that meant I could go on long walks. Which I did do. Without other people around...

Look, it was nothing for me to go wander into the jungle and stay out from mid-morning to early evening. I mean it was literally true that if the dogs barked you could hear them from a mile away echoing through the crevasses and valleys. There were no machines, no cars, no buildings, no construction sounds. On a good day you could hear the water pumps and generators of the two chinese tin miners washing out the ore-bearing sands from out of the side of a mountain-stream incline – although they were deep into the thick jungle.

I learnt many things in the jungle but one was that there are places humans can go where nothing else can. A human can see, and ajudge, and consider the changing face of risk, and make decisions based on reflected expectations and a kind of creative positive imagining of outcomes. Animals always default to their fear factor, whenever the challenge meets their threshold capability and threatens to exceed it.

A human can go into that particular notch in the rockface, look behind that particular fan of ferns, go under and behind the noisy crashing waterfall – the crocodile will not, and tiger does not. And if you climb up the rocky sides, not even the sunbasking iguana is going to be able to chase you there if it wants to. The black panther might, but it sleeps in the day, the cobra or the python or the viper might but these can be avoided or beaten off with a stick – you can see them if you keep a good eye out for them especially where you are stepping. Spiders are not too great a problem if you know to look for them and besides they don't stay in the flinty rocky wet dark anyway. A strong loping vine will take you out across a hundred foot drop and back to the exposed bright sunny side. Monkeys hang out in moving troupes and they hate fire and I have a Zippo.

The jungle is a safe place.

Modern Shanghai

Great monsoons sweep a lot of things away... I have never personally seen wild animals attack each other when they are on the run from a huge disaster. Animals are fear-based priority responders.

The human civilized world is also a very safe place. Same reasons. In the wild there are occasionally crazed animals of course, behaving crazily; same as there are crazed people in the world.

 

Here's a symbol from the modern, advanced and civilized human world. The Spirit of Ecstasy, by Charles Sykes, carries the fairytale of a secret affair behind it. All round such symbols, a crazed world swirls of course. But such symbols, and the ideas behind them, are all-important to the intelligent mind! 

Quirky People, Quirky Money

There's this quirky Australian songwriter and performer called Lisa Mitchell. She's still only young but she's been writing and performing for a long time now. Even today there are evidently still a few smart producers left in Australia and clearly these ones that work with her decided some time ago to be patient and wait for the superstar to arrive.

Lisa Mitchell's new song release 'Bless This Mess.'

Mitchell has always been a highly quirky songwriter, she's poetic rather than purely lyrical, and what she writes is not the kind of stuff you could say that you entirely expected from a pop song – and yet her material is commercial, having been used in quite a number of television video clips and product advertisements at a top professional level.

Jay-Z's 'Empire State of Mind' is a fine example of a commercial, professionally-made song that also works on many levels – except that it is also so over-produced that on one level it'll make you sick from a feeling of being manipulated into 'having to like it.' I kinda feel sorry for the artists involved – they give what seems to me a very forced performance; that they're trying extremely hard to convince even themselves to like what they are doing...

On the one hand the sales we are told Jay-Z's song made would underscore the value of its professionality. On the other hand, although the words in it say 'this town will inspire you,' it's doubtful that they will, as far as I'm concerned.

'Quirky' means employing a flourish or a twist that is not part of the normal action or behaviour that is expected.

Of course, you can be quirky and not deliver the goods though. And that's not a good thing.

Pink champagne cocktail is a
quirky little drink

In today's money world there is no 'professional/commercial/standard/conservative' way. All the 'standard' operators are making no money, and returning nothingspence to their shareholders, stakeholders, and investors. All the sovereign funds are getting a boilerplate, sponsored yield from a pressured taxpayer.

To make meaningful profits today, you will need to have a twist on the normal. You will need to distort the normal. But out of tiny little acorns great oak trees grow. So I guess I'm making a poor pun on 'quercus' the latin term for acorn, and relating the small and the unassuming and the quirky to something that is yet worth investing in patiently.

There is too much effort spent on the facade of what is 'normal' these days. Too much substance has gone missing from the normal 'commercial' product. I'd look for the quirky. 'Normal' does not like quirky, which means that quirky may still contain some substance. And that's just plain logical.

Blessings In Disguise

In modern times there are stereotypes about Crazy Charlie, the reprobate uncle, or Aunt Jane the self-medicating schizophrenic chief executive of a Wall Street financial services contractor.

Alas, I have neither of those types anywhere near or in my recent family history or recalled past. And to underscore the seriousness of the Left-Handed tale I am about to recount, I might just add that my own father's aunt was Gertrude Bell. Without whom no such place as the House of Saud would today likely exist at all.

A Blessing, in Disguise, though
following the Left-Handed Path

I could, I suppose end right here and all would be well. But that is of course not my style.

Witnessing Dick Cheney's recent Fox interview in which he mentions the Hezb e Islamia organisation, I nearly decided to break my largely self-imposed silence on this topic, that begun on the morning of this year's Boston Marathon – but I have thought better of it, and shall steer away from disturbing and fruitless complaining about what little the powerful people who claim to be well-informed, really know.

I was blessed by having uncles who were not only exceedingly well-travelled, but deeply – very deeply learned in many cultures and languages. The two of them were both involved in global oil.

The Arabic or let's say Middle Eastern culture in a megalithic sense contains many popular ideas – all of which are entirely wrong when it comes to an accurate explanation of what the sources and actual meanings of these popular ideas are, even in the mouths of local people who are nevertheless not within the inner circles of the initiated. Thus, many ideas come to the West already in a mixed-up state.

In this post I propose to enlighten you on the reality of the Djinn, and how to employ them properly.

Now take for example Christina Aguilera (picture of her on the right, below) who sang the song "Genie in a bottle." She looks tall in this pic but she is in fact really quite a tiny thing in RL. She might be a kind of an embodied genie. And there are a lot of them around the place. Like all the Qin, they are mostly Asiatic.

"Genie in a bottle"

Created from smokeless flame, they exist as structures of sub-atomic particles, and wax and wane according to the strength of an IDEA. The metaphor of the 'smokeless flame' comes from ideas being either like or actually, a form of smokeless flame – an electricity, an energy – that can burn, like a fire.

They are intelligent and because of their general longevity many possess an accumulation of means. They can move backwards and forwards in time, and if a thing 'has not happened' in the future, they are unaware of it; if they are aware of a thing, it means it MUST 'have happened.' Or, in other words, that it will happen, and more to the point, if you can but encourage a genie to think about something in particular, then they will start to work on it diligently at once not faltering until it 'happens' in present reality. And since they have means and can manouevre in time itself, they can bring about the thing's occurrence quickly.

To organise the support of a real genie, you must have a strong idea – one that is logical and possible in reality, and preferably innovative, and because ideas themselves are the breath of life for such creatures, they are attracted to good and strong ideas particularly and may arrange their many means in support of your prosecution of a very good idea. And the idea need not be morally good to be able to recruit their support.

In Sufi Mysticism, the Universal Oneness of intelligent being, implies that the maxim that 'God' simply says 'Be, and a thing Is' is also an expression of the actions, ways, and means of the sub-atomic electric world of the Djinn.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGUiQ1_IR9s

The Sufi phrase is 'Kun Faaya Kun.' I have pointed your way now to a great mysterious and magical song by an exceptional modern musician AR Rahman which is nothing less than an actual Sufi Mantram disguised in a Bollywood pop song.

Now if you think you know anything about Middle Eastern religious beliefs, I am about to direct you also to some Moroccan Sufi Chanters – who are singing what we here in the West know as the English Christmas song 'God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen.' (Edit. Added: well, the music is known in the West as Handel's Antioch - aka Joy To World - but the words approximate the former mentioned Christmas Carol). Salafists, who are creating all the grist to Kissinger's mill, are slightly confused about their own history...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M__pR8a-Sfk

And therein, I suppose, lies the rub.