Pieces Of The Puzzle (II)

I don't know whether you realize this or not - but there are many things that even here in this fairly secluded place, I am not permitted to talk about. 

And that's sad for me, because one of my 'fears' is how far removed are people becoming, from genuine authentic factual knowledge of science and history and I suppose, human thinking as formalized by great figures of the past and even the present.

Idiosyncratically, a wide section of the public is easily attracted to 'darker' themes - magic, witchcraft, demonology, Satanism; all those sorts of subjects. Whether it is like rubber-necking, lurid details having their own magnetic properties to the human mind... ...likely it is that.

Let's go there soon, okay?

No one deliberately wishes mere harm and disaster upon themselves. 

And I would not be interested so much if they were proceeding with a good grasp on sound knowledge about these subjects and areas of research - except that too often, what they have (and it is especially so today, when YouTube channels tend to proliferate nonsense but with the tenor of a learned voice) is a very mistaken idea wrapped in some catchphrase or 'special' word.

Thus we cannot separate modern meanings of various words that originally meant quite other things than what are currently widely supposed in error.

Here's an example:

All the ancient writings about 'Alchemy' speak of chemical fire (aqua regia; nitric acid and hydrochloric acid) being able to solve the mystery of making gold from dross - and yet no one in the occult fields want to discuss 'dichroic glass,' and Florentine ruby glass as much as they want to talk about some other 'magical' purpose of 'Alchemical transmutation.'

And so to 'solve, dissolve, and resolve' are words/phrases which have taken on very arcane, metaphysical and mysterious meanings.

We are losing intellectual depth in our literature and in our cultural idioms.

The shawl is obvious, but the rest of the fabric is
gold shot Thai silk. Yeah - real gold.

Take the Bond Movie 'Goldfinger...' 

Goldfinger is the first time we actually hear Bond himself set out the iconic Bond instructions on the Martini. Dr No was the very first time we hear it in the films, but Dr No utters the famous words there, not James Bond.

We hear an immense amount everywhere among aficionados about Auric Goldfinger and about the gold tie-ins within the story - and I have never seen anyone that much pay attention to the glass Bond drinks the martini from in the movie, nor to the exotic style of tuxedo Goldfinger wears in the movie.

Transgenderism is not new by any means at all in our culture and mass entertainment: Fleming talks about it via the character 'Tilly Masterson' and in a number of other places in a variety of his books, including in 'The Spy Who Loved Me' which 'could have' been written by his wife Anne Rothermere, rather than by Fleming himself.

You could easily find yourself in a heated argument these days as to whether the producers actually realized what type of cocktail glass bond was using in Goldfinger, or if it was not simply an accident and a co-incidence...

Florentine glass-wear; it's hardly a typical Martini glass is it

So yes, it is tonight here the middle of the Winter Solstice in the Southern Hemisphere, and it is at the same time the Summer Solstice in the North where people will gather around the tables of the giants for what they think are rituals related to modern-day pagan ideas they have.

Stonehenge is a killing place and an eating place for gluttonous beings.

The more people 'celebrate' there, the more likely it is they will unleash some subtle metaphysical effect...

On the other hand, hidden in the most apparently inhospitable, deep and dark Winter reaches - even as it were an abyss itself - is a tiny advancing lantern...

To which will you go? 

  

Pieces Of The Puzzle (I)

I suppose one of the 'beauties' of these Blog sites, is that they archive various people's writings - and even in the case of this type of Blog (this one that you are reading here) that very few people ever find their way to - nonetheless it can serve to create a record somewhere (not just the so-called 'Wayback Machine' archival system - which can be tampered with by the FBI) of things that propose a different position to any 'official' or 'officially accepted' one on various matters.

Something from 'way'-back! A Malayan rubber estate inspection
by the Army 'Malayan Emergency' officers. This is a pic from my own sources.
That fellow on the left looks a bit like Rory Stewart!

Albeit I was about to go straight to this matter of 'the end of the rainbow' (and I shall go there, but not 'directly' - sigh, as usual with me, you all mutter), something was flung across the desk here which interposed itself rapidly, but in a way that is all the same connected. But I will have to explain why, 'connected.'

You see someone threw me a report on the UK Conservative MP Rory Stewart - specifically, about his father Brian Stewart. His father's biog claims he was some kind of Colonial Service Officer in Malaya, presumably, under Gerald Templer. Now my family was deeply connected with Templer, and the (then) British Colonial Service during that specific era. The official biog appears to suggest he was some kind of important person. And indeed he very well might have been - the problem I see is the timeline and well, frankly, all too much detail, when it comes to someone who was in MI6 at a high level. You need but consult Wikipedia on any very well-known MI6 name, and it will disclose the characteristically scant detail.

Now... ...just in case we have a few readers rush in and gainsay what I am about to say on whatever basis they will have - I must point out that Dick Franks ('Dickie' to his family and close friends) or, his real birth name, Arthur Franks, was a relative (not blood relative) of my father's, specifically he was married to one of my father's aunts. He resided for a long time in Singapore and that was where his family (he had a daughter...) lived and grew up until they went elsewhere.

General Sir Gerald Templer and the Tunku ('Bapa Malaysia')

Dick Franks was head of MI6 when Brian Stewart was serving in it, who had at one point (Stewart had) been under consideration for Chief.

The official biog now claims that Stewart was the managing director of the Rubber Growers Association of Malaya WHEN HE RETIRED FROM MI6. 

Now. Problem. Either he was in two phases in the MI6, and thus COULD have been MD of the RGA of MALAYA (which was called that prior to Independence in 1968), or, the official biog has it wrong and he was somehow MD of the Growers' Assoc. of MALAYSIA - that is it had to have been AFTER, well after, 1968; since he was still in MI6 in the Seventies.

Second problem: how does he become the MD of a Malaysian Growers' Assoc when it is a Muslim country with Bumiputra rules for senior execs particularly...?

Wiki says Brain Stewart, Malacca 1953

Sure it's possible and I have no interest in contacting people who could verify this from directly in the Malaysian scene. Like a lot of ex-Colonial places they also share some 'cultural cringe' attitudes but I find this questionable even if it were true at all, because it would suggest there is something untoward or unsavory about the control some UK interests are exerting inside the Malaysian raw materials industries elites.

It just has my ears prick up when I further read that 'Stewart was regarded in the Secret Services as highly competent but arrogant....'

I dunno - are we living in a parallel Universe here? Everything I read about 'Brian Stewart' could be written of my father... Now I know my dad took pains to 'go dark' when HE retired and even when he passed away, but since I myself lived in Penang (and was VERY WELL patched in, with the young brats, and their parents, virtually a 'rich kid' of Instagram except there was no Instagram then, only Eastman-Kodak and its 'society magazine') at the same time someone 'Brian Stewart' was making it large there among higher society - I think I would have certainly known of some arrogant 'Stewart' fellow swanning around.

I don't think this Rory Stewart is any kind of relative of ours: for one thing he's a right ugly little thing... ...and I'm not. Not physically, superficially, anyway. I am VERY ugly inside.

This is 'the Rainbow,' see... It's an illusion, or - an effect of light and the conditions and a prismatic medium the white light passes through. But you already knew that. Still, knowing it and believing that what you are seeing isn't actually there, are two different things.

The UK government is attempting to 'write history' here. 

Southern 'Winter Solstice'

In three days it will be the Winter Solstice here in the Southern Hemisphere. 

Supposedly, it is High Summer in London town right now, and I see, with the coverage of the half-dozen or so (false) contenders for leadership of the UK Parliamentary Conservative Party - door-stop interviews and footpath chases and so on - that it is mostly raining over there.

Rory Stewart was busted yesterday as a 'one-time' (huh! ...lol) MI6 spy.

A lot of the mainstream media keeps saying about him: 'he's come from nowhere.' 'An unknown up until recently.' 'A man with a likable personality and a clear vision.'

The major masthead newspaper that ran the story was The Telegraph. This was the paper once owned by Conrad Black and now owned by those identical twin UK iconoclasts - the infamous Barclay brothers of Brecqhou and Sark (Channel Islands). For all its best efforts to tell the unvarnished truth - and they regularly do that - even The Telegraph is also probably even more often hamstrung and held back by legal injunctions and various pressures exerted by the government and their backers, to delay or obscure what facts are discovered and known by their senior journalists and editors.

...by the independent Milanese family house,
Canali

The number one - and I mean THE NUMBER ONE - scandal in the US and the UK right now is the suppression by interests of the Obama Administration, of the interdiction of a Hezbollah plot to blow up targets in London in 2015. The scandal is that the bomb plot was huge and involved very large amounts of explosives, and that the Obama Administration 'negotiated' a deal with Tehran within a few months of the plot being uncovered. What did those 'negotiations' actually mean?

Obviously, no one got any large illegal cash payments processed through Panama...

No, because 'they' were looking there to get as far away as possible from where it all went down; notmentioningtheUkrainehereanywhere.

I don't know. Seriously, I do not believe there will be a general public revealing of what was going on then - and to some extent in various hornets' nests still today. I mean just how do you tell the voting public any of these things? Do any of you (still) think that James Comey was on the foreign embargoed accounts desk of HSBC New York, because he was an experienced, 'temporarily ex-government' senior bureaucrat. Because it is entirely possible that the programming has gone too deep and you cannot face the facts of it all.

For one thing, it is literally the key Washington 'invisible hand' that pushes this current propaganda scam in which vitriolic accusations are leveled at anyone and everyone who is not a supplicant to the 'Grand Master' of the 'place at the end of the rainbow.' LOL You know what I mean. 

Don't you want to find where the rainbow ends?

It ends here, dude, in the middle of Winter, in the cold and in the dark.

Watch Out For The Germans

You know when you see this term 'the elite' these days, I'm not sure exactly what people understand it to mean.

On the surface, there is, for instance, a strata of people in Germany, who are in the league of the 'extremely wealthy.' These are individuals who personally have from say, fifty million euros in cash above debt and forward maintenance costs on property (unlike the French 'moneyed class' who have exactly no money at all and a huge forward expenses bill in view all the time but own nice old buildings) - to um, fifty billion euros and above. They have these huge highly secured buildings in Bavaria and Eastern Switzerland, in which note shuffling machines work virtually day-long so that the bills on the bottoms of the stacks don't wear away to dust... You think I'm kidding, don't you?

This one's not a bad bloke, all in all. He owns, he owns,
owns, well... ...everything!
Give or take not very much that's left over in the West.

So the 'elite' Germans hang out at extremely private functions now and then, in which they pat themselves on the backs for all the things they have done. In several cases this consists of being smart enough to have been adopted by the original Reimann Family bosses (they had no actual genetic kids, as far as anyone knows), and as a consequence now own a conglomerate which is just about (IE probably is) the world's richest corporate group.

Now. Now... Nyeee-o-o-o-w...

Apologies to those fellas and fellettes here of rare and uncommon gender. You think you are or have been, or 'did/were and thereabouts' - running an agenda for awhile; something social/political and broadly-based - or maybe just that others like yourself have been and you are helping tag along or render support, whatever.

Well, see, it's not all exactly like you think it is, see...

See certain of these big industrial German families have some strange members in them... ...really really st-r-a-a-a-a-an-g-e. 

Trust me - it's not going to end up where you suspected it could have.

There's a two-layered thing going on: on the one hand, these companies take someone else's crafted product, cheat on the in-puts, multiply the volumes, and then sell it to the stupid public as a 'luxury' item and 'brand.' At which point the thing itself is unrecognizable to those who actually made up the original market (the buyer, and it prolly just was one buyer in some cases!).

And then along came the GFC. But then there was the 'bail-out' scheme across the globe, in which all their capital assets went up on paper and were underwritten by various taxpayer cohorts in several countries.

It's Burberry, but not any Burberry you
and I are allowed to buy

Were there really any sales of the genuine items? Nah, probably not or at best the same amount as always - which is 'not very many.' When the governments and their central banks flushed cash into the coffers of the top-tier racketeers then meaningful numbers of 'sales' appeared on balance sheets signed-off by the remnants of the global auditing racket absent Arthur Andersen (the actual only honest guys all along! ...Funny 'bout that.).

But, behind it all there's a few of these German guys who fear something - and they have long-range plans to keep themselves in charge forever or at least for as long as.

And these guys are a lot lot smarter than you could ordinarily suppose based on what you might typically observe about humanity - and they are quite capable of putting one face on for the chief accountants and clerks of the Singapore government, or for the Eurasia Group, or for the Atlantic Council, and they are quite another thing alone in private among themselves. They are... ...meta-schemically unstable. LOL


AND THEN ON ANOTHER HAND (you thought I'd forgotten about that), they have deep personal philosophies rooted in the days of mid-18th Century Europe and Germany, even later on as well to the late-19th Century and tiny tightly secretive inner circles of German philosophical fraternal groups. These formalized mindsets are crystallized in some of the more bizarre schools of European psychology (and now, certainly, American and English as well of course).

Charlene Flags The Start @ Le Mans

Princess Charlene (pronounced 'Char-laine') waved the starting flag an hour ago to signal the start of this year's (2019) Vingt-Quartre Heures du Mans (25 hours of Le Mans) endurance motor-car race.

The weather is currently fine enough, if a little cloudy and I am looking forward to another long night of silly noisy nonsense during which we'll see the latest V-12 Astons roaring up the straight at the Mulsanne Circuit, and Charlie Martin in the BMW Judd M3...

...Charlie, as you all know, being the first trans-gendered race driver to compete in the race.

That's Charlie, pronounced Char-lee.