Accidents And Misdirection

I was saying the exact following thing to our friend Bill (one of our contributors here) this morning: 'Short of getting you to look out your window and tell me that you see a shiny metal disk there...'

LOL

Well short of that we are left with our ordinary and quite simplistic language often, and the need to grab with our thinking minds onto a few strands of metaphorical rope, and hope they all can be pulled together logically so that we can come to a sound conclusion about whatever 'open question' that is being looked at.

Arecibo radio telescope gantry. There's a huge dish beneath.

This last week, the Arecibo Radio Telescope in Puerto Rico had an 'accident' and some large struts have broken through falling down into the dish system and damaging the functionality of the whole thing. 

Arecibo has for some time been owned and run by the Chinese government. Put it this way, a shady Chinese company is the largest investor in the place.

Doesn't work now, though; the thing has broken down catastrophically.

...So, short of saying that a shiny metal object flew into the struts causing some damage, well, it was just an accident.

Now, this fellow Tom DeLonge is around and about the place, giving out that he 'may' be a designated point man for some kind of Washington/Pentagon 'Disclosure' about to take place. In fact, his valuable work on 'Disclosure' has already taken place since he was primarily the sole individual most responsible for getting the Navy to begin talking officially about the 'Tic-Tacs.' Tom is (also) the front man for the pop music group Blink 182.

My friend Bill and I were discussing something about why it takes so long to 'extract' information from those who really genuinely know it.

I used to ask the same question myself and now have reached the peculiar point of being one of those who don't want to give it out - even though I was among the most loud urging, privately, that at least certain limited things should be made public.

Bzzz, bzzz.

Okay, the thing is this, see - not the US government, in fact not any government, is the 'lead manager' here on this matter. Yes there is an 'arrangement' going on. No we don't have key decision power.

This is such a huge thing that I have taken to using the 'religious framework,' particularly in the sociological sense of it, to look at things through. Take the situation with Steven Spielberg's 'Close Encounters' visuals - these are not too dissimilar to the OT narrative of something 'coming down onto a mountain top.' 

You talk to any Rabbi and they will tell you this is the reason the Jews follow Moses, and obey the 'Law' as handed down on top of the mountain (wherever it really was); basically, because everyone saw it, and it was clear and obvious to everyone there at the time.

But see, no it wasn't and no they actually didn't follow Moses!! Despite, despite, this huge momentous thing, being 'seen' whatever it was, the people there still didn't do what they were advised - that is why Moses smashed the tablets, pulverized the so-called 'Golden Calf' and then made them all drink water laced with the smashed up gold. Aaron scolded them all sarcastically, saying: This is your god!! 

And then God dragged them all around the desert for 'forty years' whatever, and Moses disappeared; 'his burial place not known to this day...'

Devadasi-style, dancer...

Moving, indeed leaping across the globe, I shall discuss what appears like an entirely different situation, namely the Devadasi (temple dancers) in India.

The Devadasi system has the reputation of something like 'temple prostitution' and was banned by the British rulers in the 1930's, restored to some extent by male stage dancers, and then banned completely again by the Indian government in 1988.

There are still 'Devadasi' style dances performed but these are stage acts and theatrical performances. In no way is there the suggestion that female classical dancers of India are involved in some kind of 'temple sex cult.'

They were never that in the first place. What happened through centuries, is that Brahmin caste priests, who exerted enormous power, turned the real thing into a simulacrum, that they indeed used for prostitution procuring.

Devadasi is something from so far back in time you cannot place an origination date on it: it is part of the Shiv Puranas ('God' Texts), and only young women of noble estate are permitted to enter the arrangement, and then, they only 'danced' for kings and lords. Ostensibly, they literally were inside these temples consorting with 'gods.'

Now, my friends, I put it to you, where did the Jewish massage girls at the Last Supper get the Jatamansi oil from if not India... And if Mary was a young 'parthenoia' what was she, again?

If I said this to two billion Christians on the planet, a full virtual 100% of them would say to me - as one commentator recently responded, regarding my statement that Kamala Harris is a Cochin Jew from India, not an 'Indian' Indian from India - like this: he responded 'BS.'

So, you tell me - why would anyone with any actual hands-on material experience and knowledge of any of this sort of highly highly secretive thing (we're talking about aliens and UFO's, not K. Harris!), tell anyone else? EVEN IF THEY TAKE PEOPLE TO WHERE THEY ARE PARKED!!!! ...You'll get the same old standard Hebrews-In-The-Desert 'argh, BS.' 

Roxanne Emery - sings the song down below; she changes her
hair style and color a lot...

There's a public interest? A public 'right to know?' What one is that?

Would that be the one already exercised by God on Mount Sinai a long time ago?

And you think human beings are different, now? ...Why?

Brahmins, who don't do any work, living in the middle of the highest employed, most literate, female population on Earth (and generally despised by them and booted out of Southern India) suddenly have enough money to send themselves to Madras to suddenly, become a political elite functionary, and then, go to New York to live and to stay and to study and become doctors and lawyers.

You know, this is a lot like the story of the Haka caste (lowest poorest Chinese) orphan, suddenly going to the Inns of Court, London, studying for a mere two years, living in London (and, perforce 'eating his dinners...'), buying the legal attire necessary, and coming back to become Dictator-For-Life of a brand new country he invented, by name of 'Singapore.' That was because he was a hard-working kid, right? And he was stupendously intelligent; must have been - an intellectual!! Left this amazing legacy of art and poetry and music and literature and writings of his own, perhaps some engineering...

??? Right?

People always claim to want 'proof.' I've said this continuously for about twenty years now: anywhere, anytime. Bring the cash. Or else provide a damn good reason that makes sense, and not just to me. I'll do what I can to slip as much as I can out, in as timely a way as possible. As humanly, possible. Under the watchful eyes of T'Pol!

Guys - Help!

Everyone. Honestly. I need help and this is absolutely serious. 

Okay relax, no one's dead or anything like that!

No, it's not that kind of thing.

I cannot see any vision in the current climate, of what it is that the human race really wants.

I don't see the 'images,' the motifs, as it were.

...??

Frankly, the cars leave a lot to be desired - they're all just iterations of things done before and done better, before.

You wanna pay how much for a Bugatti? Seriously?

It's ridiculous.

If the Germans keep on insisting on drifting Bentleys even further into the 'Euro-Continental' zone, they will just be another Merc.

Where's the meat and potatoes in the current 'vision?'

Give yourself a stack of imaginary cash, right - and then tell me what you will do with it to entertain yourself...

I can see people getting edgy and testy - Tomi Lahren's recent outburst is a big sign of it.

How would Tomi handle say, Charlie Chaplin in RL, if she met him? What makes her smarter or more talented or 'better' than a real legendary genius in the public space?

When I observe what is going on, it doesn't seem to me as though people are not growing up, it's that they have no vision of what it is (IE 'being all grown up) at the deep end... 

And d'you know why? I'll tell you why (one of the potentially many 'why's' of it; you may have others) - they think they are being serious; I'm sure T. Lahren thought she was being very serious, telling us all about how hard she works and how independent she is and everything... But when push comes to shove, trust me, these kids all don't want to confront reality at the deep end, where you are going to lose yourself in the depths of someone who can dive deeply as a mature adult.

Hot, strong, and Southern...

On the one hand, it would be easy for me to say 'oh we are losing that last seriously adult generation, the Karl Lagerfelds, and probably soon enough, the Serge Lutens's as well.' 

If I said it it wouldn't be true, because people always say this - generation after generation!

It isn't true.

No. We just need to see that vision ahead.

There's a great comment around somewhere from one of the bartenders at Duke's in St James - who is talking about their version of Ian Fleming's 'Vesper Martini.' In fact I'm not sure who actually said it first but two guys repeat the thing - Salvatore Calabrese at Dukes does, and so does Giuseppe Gonzalez, one-time New York cocktail king:

'It won't kill you; but it will hurt you!'

See a lot of these modern-day wannabe 'adults' will just end up killing you and themselves. They actually don't understand the meaning of life. LOL

Who does - you say?

You do, so I want some answers here.

Give.

And? Sharon? Your point of view is what, now...?

I can't finish what I'm doing without knowing. Are human beings just some fancy exercise of the mysterious Universe - who can never be happy no matter what?

Okay, here's the thing - people, as I read them all, do not want it all - they want to have some hints of what's out there beyond the edge. And right now, they don't see it, they aren't getting it, so there's nothing in their minds for them to reach out towards. And that's the problem.

Hmn. Actually, that all just has helped me a bit but I still want to hear what you think.

'Fan Fiction' Editors

Nowadays anyone with a small box thingy and a commercial drone can destroy a whole warehouse beside a port somewhere... ...quite easily.

Well, really - they can destroy the whole of Beijing come to think about it.

The problem is how to shuffle the digital traffic and where to 'tunnel' it from through all the main server networks - so you can conceal where the kids were who controlled the thing.

You can't shoot it down - you won't even see it, it'll be that fast.

Now if you go back to what I have been saying for a long while now, if someone had such vastly superior 'toys' that they could wreak absolute mayhem over the whole entire world - basically bring all the governments of the world to their knees in a few days, would they do it, why would they do it, what would they achieve and what would be the 'end game' of this?

The real thing. No 'rogue' schemes allowed here!

People with that far ahead stuff, are not going to be interested in just 'enslaving' you - they are going to want to literally be able to get you to think the way they want, and that is only if they cared about you enough to preserve your life rather than end it.

I think the whole Universe of intelligent species is interested in 'making connection.'

Look at Tomi Lahren last week - she went beserk at the men around the place that she had been coming into contact with. And there's been a huge reaction against what she said, and the way she said it too, no doubt. 

But then again, let's face some facts here too - people are in a hurry; in a hurry to prove themselves to themselves, in a hurry to get rich, in a hurry to be or to remain successful, in a hurry to meet some romantic partner on their own terms, in a hurry to avoid a peak of anxiety, in a hurry you know, to 'get there.' Wherever that is meant to be.

No hurry here.

You can't simply say to Tomi Lahren 'hey, calm down.' And that's because she's in a hurry, and in any case, she's also partly quite right - because the males around her are in a hurry of their own too.

A studio editor with some spare time and a small computer thingy can put together a 'fan fiction' film short that makes more sense than ninety per cent of the big budget Hollywood studio features coming out these days... Why is that? Because he's not in a hurry and he cares about the angles, the facial expressions, the light, the cut, the transitions, even the basic story-line - whereas the studios are in a hurry.

Such Small Details...

Recently, I have more than just 'couched' a lot of discussion in Biblical or even a variety of other ancient deep philosophical terms.

And there is a reason for that.

We are rapidly reaching the moment where real AI 'beings' will be attempted by technicians and modern scientists, using current levels of knowledge. These things were not by any means unknown in the past, at least, not unknown particularly in the sense of 'thought experiments.' Ancient Greek literature has numerous instances of exorbitantly brilliant fabricators of machines and instruments, creating automatons. Athene possesses some kind of mechanical bird of this sort of 'creation.' Daedalus fashioned walking creatures with a basic kind of intelligence that comes across in the speculative writings as the same sort of thing as our modern proposed AI robots.

Futuristic city? I dunno, people
want to think of it as 'dystopian...'
To me it's just a city.

Vishvakarma, the Vedic (Hindi) identity who is the Supreme Engineer in the Universe, also has  numerous of these things credited to his devising. 

I mean there are lots of these narratives around the place everywhere.

We, though, are about to step into a particular reality that involves us, actually!

Virtually everyone who occupies the stage in the public eye - from the current favorite of the L.A. upper middle class set, namely Sadhguru, to Stephen Fry, and through all the religious shouters down at London's Hyde Park 'Speaker's Corner' - all of them stumble at the hurdle of, as Fry disturbingly put it: 'what does a Good God have to say about why a young child contracts Leukemia...?'

Presently, we shall be gaining one or two ladies from the EDM (Music) Festival scene around the world, as readers here. And there is not but every single one of the mature-age gentleman here who would ahem, well, challenge Tomi Lahren's recent outburst against American men, that they were either not able to behave themselves, or, in fact, as I read it myself, not very good at robust seduction(?) would that be the right expression for what she was saying?

LOL

Sadhguru, of whom I made mention earlier here, rather disappointed me recently, when he gave a short speech about the time he 'saw Devaloka...' Devaloka is this fantastic futuristic city where the gods (mostly) all dwell. In his story (Sadhguru's), he traveled as a young 'seeker' up from South India to the Himalaya's where he found some swamis and who asked him what he wanted, and he told them he was wet and cold (having worn only a cotton T-shirt and canvas jacket the latter of which drew in moisture from the snow and was thoroughly wet and freezing) and in need of a place to stay but that he was also seeking Yogic knowledge. So they waved their arms grandly to some attendants saying 'take him to Devaloka!'  

Marc Chagall - Paris Opera Garnier;
also 'Devaloka.'

And, he thought 'half my luck!' ...And went off, being led away into a cold cavern where he spent some hours feeding the bugs there until at 3 a.m. he got up to try and find some hot tea...

Cold, still sodden, miserable, stiff and in some discomfort, he walked out onto the side of the mountain, in the middle of the night, pitch black though with millions of bright stars overhead, and - in his words - 'seeing the gleaming literally gold peak of the Himalayan Mountains, being lit by the sun from somewhere else completely.' And he thought 'this is Devaloka.'

He said he was completely overcome with emotion.

Okay, fine. But this disappoints me. This is 'Sadhguru' we are talking about here; and if he says he's going to take us to Devaloka or describe when he was really there, then that is what I want, and nothing less than. 

So it is very beautiful, too - no question.

This Muslim guy down at Speaker's Corner, asks this Christian woman, 'well if your religion can do miracles, then come down to the hospital where I work and you can heal the little children (have you noticed these 'little children' keep appearing regularly?) who are dying there.'

Yep. He's right.

She answered that the Bible says not to test the Lord God. Well, actually it doesn't say that exactly; it says 'put to the test.' 

And so. No luck on that front either.

But this is a different place right where you are...

Xerjoff 'More Than Words.'
Also, golden peaked.

You see, let me just point out to you two things: one, that at big music festivals there can be a lot of noise, literally the manufactured sound of many thunders, and when you see someone either claiming to say something significant and valuable, or when you think you have observed something 'out there' and/or important, you must 'evaluate by paying careful attention to.' And that word, in the secret 'upper rooms discourse' is, in Greek diakrinon.

You may have gone to some large event, to something, somewhere that has been hinted at maybe, hereabouts - and there you are confronted by noise, large crowds, lots and lots of sensory stimulus.

I have said this before: there is no hurry, watch your step, take care, be cautious, and listen out for the 'still small voice...' You cannot 'listen' when everything around you is extremely loud, unless you evaluate by paying careful attention.

Pay careful attention to this following video music clip. You won't hear anything important particularly, because there is nothing except ordinary music in there. But it will serve you well, soon.

Is anyone either from real Devaloka or some place a million years away in some other Galaxy in any hurry? No, they are not. And neither should you be. Is there power, though, available? That is only the logical conclusion in all events.

   

Philip Anschutz

So, Philip Anschutz, right...?

Eighty year old billionaire businessman. That's what Wiki says. He owns a bunch of things, properties, media, sports, energy, railroads, actual entertainment venues and arenas. In short, pretty much everything.

Now here's the thing... He also puts on major live music festivals, the big thing in California, being 'Coachella' which is known for attracting poor little rich girls, and the upper middle class, really. You have a lot of the 'big' name pop acts of America showing up there - Frank Ocean, Madonna, Taylor Swift, all that kind of stuff.

Actual real girls at real events.

Never never would you have anything like what I have been posting about, be part of the music acts at Coachella - even though there are outward signs of a sort of mimicry going on.

Er, see, the rich girls don't do what the poor peasants do. 

But as my daddy used to say, all great aristocratic bloodlines are regularly infused with good peasant stock. And this is not something the wannabes or the gangster upstarts and new rich have really any clue about. They aspire, sure, but they never attain. They kill, destroy, 'get,' hold much power, and then, after a while they get hurt, and they get hurt bad.

This year, I promise you, I will be in the front rows somewhere on the planet, watching the Nutcracker again, and I will rightly p* off the pretenders... I shall be wearing at minimum, a brutally gay-colored cashmere shawl, tied a la Hermes, and if I can muster the personal strength of character, I shall even bear with me a Lagerfeld black silk folding fan. Oh but yes, and I am not gay at all.

Philip Anschutz was not that long ago accused of being anti-LGBTQwhatever-whatever-and-anything-else-you-can-throw-into-the-mix. So he hastily 'donated' to an Elton John charity. 

I am not really dissing Anschutz badly badly - his sister does some nice things around the place. And he appears to be some of 'Trumpkin.' And that's good. But really he is just another middle class jerk with lots of yesterday money in the final analysis.

Hermes shows how to fold their shawl.

Anschutz are Germans who got dragged into some agricultural projects - as managers - by Catherine the Great, which means that today, you cannot really see where they derived their wealth. If you know what I mean. Things got messy in Russia, right?

Is there 'blood' between some of the Ukrainians and the Anschutz's? Could be.

I don't really know and I don't even care that much.

You see, for us left-overs from the destruction of recent feudal Euro-trash systems, is there any issue about sex, deviance, or any of that wild thing? I mean, seriously! Boho. Bohemians. La bohème!!

You have to be kidding, right? Good grief. Even Jesus Christ is going to have to bend some rules to get us, exactly, straight, into heaven's gates...

LOL

Nah. I think we stay around here for a while longer at least. Watch the place go up in flames.

Alexandra Badoi - Romanian singer/songwriter/producer
who sings the song below.

I don't think anyone is putting two-and-two together right now.

Sometimes, there is a glove dropped accidentally - other times it was hurled to the floor and the other guy has to pick it up and at least then he goes down like a brave bull. But he does go down.

One of the greatest writers of all time was Apuleius - he was a Platonist philosopher who disappeared.

He was accused of being a sorcerer or magician or something - because he was said to have used magic to 'gain the attentions of a wealthy widow...'

I mean, seriously - again - 'wealthy widow?' What is that? Some poor woman who put up with drones like Anschutz for years... ...and then, he died? Don't take much magic there, people!

Yeah nah, I'll stay around a little bit longer. Things are only just starting to get interesting.

Here are the lyrics to this music video:

Across the ocean, when he whispers...

Be the wind, when she breathes.

Even the moon can witness,

Even the stars can shiver,

There is no time, only false beliefs.

If we could send our memories

Could we buy more time.

(And yes, there are a couple of tricks with the lyrics there).