Although I am personally not a fan of incense, and of opium generally, still I am quite familiar with it in the Chinese culture, having grown up among people and having been in places where opium was imbibed by some of those people.
Tengri Mongolian shamanic culture has this, too...
We ought not to presume some of the French Bohemians were not fully aware of the deeper aspects of the Oriental opium culture, and there are a lot of hints of the culture present in the French absinthe traditions of that time.
Chinese classical scholar Taoists, know how to 'read the smoke...'
This is what they do, in darkened, quiet and rather airless, still rooms, where they burn various kinds of ancient woods, like Chinese oud and amber (the real thing has a tremendous scent when burned, although none at all as a 'stone/resin') resin. There are many great secrets to this practice, including the use of 'purple' dye - same as what the Hebrew 'tent-of-the-presence' priests use.
They 'read the smoke.'
The Romantic Poets (1800 - 1850) were also known to have an interest in opium.
I just told a fanatical Campbell's Soup X-tian: 'Did you come back with the feather that you plucked from the angelic being that you were with when you were last up there?'
That kind of talk doesn't necessarily shut anyone up, of course.
But here, here is some music they play up there though...
Helps if you are being louche while you listen. ('Louche' is the French expression for the dripping process of water through a sugar cube into the absinthe that turns it to the pearlescent white liquid which has all the components required to make the green fairy appear. I mean sure, I could tell you the real secret to it - that is, what you can do in modern times when they have supposedly toned-done the active ingredients in the commercially-available absinthe. Simple too. Do you want to know?
Also, maybe you have to adopt the same postures that the romance poets all seem to have done, when they were being portrait painted... Notice how they all stick their hands under their chins like that? LOL
Our friend around here and someone who I am also a great fan of, the illustrious Sedona Guru, Bridget N., is currently - like, right now today - in Lake Tahoe, where it is under a goodly covering of 'rich-people' snow.
Sorry, BN, but you are the inspiration for here, for today!
And she said, just as an aside to some people to whom she was speaking: 'if the mirror effect in your life has not gotten you the mansion that you are thinking about...'
So I just had to open my mouth, of course.
"Bridge. Just put on your Loubies and walk up to the best-looking mansion place there is there where you are, and knock on the door and say: 'I'm lost. I'm Little Red Riding Hood and I need to get to my gramma's house before the sun sets. Can you help me?'
"And then, if you happen to be also holding a bottle of 'Daring Escape' Red with you, well whoever is in there will prolly let you inside. If they have any brains at all."
Can't help myself, you see.
...But most of you here want to know what you do if you're a guy, right? And still waiting for that mansion. The H++ modified people are going to have to look elsewhere for bad advice, especially from me (if they're even looking for bad advice that is!).
Hell you don't want no mansion! Girls will just be wandering up to your door all the darn time, telling you fairy tales.
You want to know the secrets, though - yes?
Well... It's all about 'shared agency.' With girls.
LOL
I think I should maybe start a wine brand and call it 'shared agency.'
Send a crate to our local DG of Education, maybe. She used to be the head of the UK government's anti-terror initiative in the UK, you know. Happens to be the best DG we've had down here so far. Her policy is that 'anti-terror' strategies start at primary school.
We're in good hands over here.
And, it isn't snowing.
No snow.
No mansions for you.
All is quiet, Joe Biden is asleep at the wheel, Kathleen Kennedy has dumped Gina Carano and gave herself the Super Wokemon Award for it. No one is commenting.
What could possibly go wrong?
Oh and 'science, science.'
Can't forget that. Science was invented yesterday, by the way, in case you were unaware - back when my great uncle bequeathed his private Greek classics texts to the Bodleian, they didn't have science back then, because people were stuck in religious superstition and all that, and then later, when the two world wars wiped out the young people, well, there actually were no Universities 'handing down from above' the heavenly golden tablets of 'science.'
So actually science was invented last Tuesday. By the Woke-y people.
They know the truth, because, as Icke says all the time - 'you've been lied to.' When Satan offered that bottle of Daring Escape wine, sorry, the apple, to Eve, he was actually exposing to her the experimental methodology of science.
All bow to the great god, 'Science.' There is only one 'Science' and 'Science' is his name.
All those who are DISBELIEVERS in 'Science' will go to Hell and have their faces burned off each day, only to be re-supplied with new skin and faces so that they may be burned off again, next day, and on and on for Eternity.
This is what happens to the Kufar,(disbelievers)of 'Science.'
Are you... ...a DISBELIEVER??! In SCIENCE???? May science (peace be unto it) protect you from the Shaytan.
Praise be to Science that I am so fortunate - not like the rest of you scum - and know 'SCIENCE.'
My life is perfect and I wallow in my self-importance all day long and I certainly do not need mansions, red wine, Louboutins, or girls.
Oh-oh, engine falls off plane. Not to worry, accident.
The TikTok platform just last week had a 'viral' blow-up of the very old (1983) story about Lt. Wayne C. McDonnell's apparent revelations that the US Government did really believe that it was possible to ascertain information from the future.
As far as I know though, it was not ever an actual CIA 'belief' but rather an official report and analysis made in 1983, of the Monroe Institute's 'Gateway Experience.' That is, there is no indication that anyone in the government officially uses such a process any more.
The current viral story resulted from a 'TikTokker,' Abby Carey - making some comments on her TikTok site which basically highlighted some of the more fascinating elements of the Monroe Institute's program; which indeed did also appear in McDonnell's analysis report. I suppose people have forgotten to an extent that McDonnell was someone who sought external confidential scientific contributions, and managed that input, but is not a major academic scientist himself, although he does have some qualifications in that area.
Whether it is possible to verify this or not I cannot be certain right now, but I think there is at least some public information out there that all of those involved in the seminal work which was undertaken with government and military funding - in particular those who were trained to conduct 'targeted remote' whatever it was they were doing - had to sign heavy-weight agreements never to use those tools against the government itself or anyone within the government of the military.
And subsequent to that, is the fact that no one from that early set of programs now works in government any longer!
In other words, if... ...if, there was a process by which people were able to acquire knowledge from the future, they never passed it on to anyone in the government after that first set of programs and research projects.
My friend Jes Brieden in New York snow
So, if you are someone of a paranoid outlook, you could easily conclude that what really went on, was that the key people wanted to use exactly those tools against people in government and the military - and back-peddled on the programs in order to 'soft soap' the CIA that the thing wasn't so worth going on with after all, and that the military and the CIA should just drop it and forget about it...
And if you're a moron, you could also think that well, maybe the thing didn't work, and that's why the government didn't heavily pick it up and run with it.
And good luck to you, too. Because that makes the lives of all the rest of us so much the easier.
Now...
Watch out for the hands, if you've been paying any attention at all!
Now, see, if I am wrong, then you would be running all over the place trying to explain away to yourself how come we've been pushing this story in people's faces for the last several months before half a dozen 'mainstream media' jerks just suddenly ran it this week.
What else...? Let's see - snow in Texas, Saudi Arabia, NYC, minus 50 degrees Moscow...
Slippery roads, big trucks, oil carriers, I dunno, what else - hogs?
One tiny slip, eh. That's all it would take. World's a funny place, see. Nothing to do with 'seeing' the future; it's a funny place as it is, just as the obtaining fact of it.
Things can change on a dime and what you thought was sure to happen is all of a sudden the very last thing that can happen.
I had this listed public company many years back - eventually we sold out all the R&D and some patents to a major Japanese corporation and the deal prevents me from saying which one.
Anyway, at the time, one of our major shareholders was a certain 'Geoffery Hugh Christian,' (Geoff Christian), who was the doyen journalist of the leading Western Australian daily newspaper, The West Australian.
Looked like Gene Hackman, was like Gene Hackman.
Although Geoff Christian was known towards the end of his life, as the most senior Sports Editor, the fact was, the place being intensely involved in sports, he was a well-known personality in politics and at every level of local and national society. I don't know anyone who didn't have a high opinion of Geoffrey.
One thing few shared with him closely though - although my main co-director did - was his real knowledge of, and love for, the epicurean and the culturally let's say, elevated.
Sure you could have a huge mansion in Lake Tahoe (Geoff had celebrity friends around the whole world), and you might have four Mercedes and a McLaren down the bush somewhere and be running for Parliament on the strength of your pie shop... ...but you'd be a loser when compared with those in Geoff's closest inner circle of friends.
Geoff's old alma mater - the main editorial offices and print-setting hall in St George's Terrace, right next door to the original Perth Institute of Technology - is now a top-of-the-tree restaurant, and right beside that literally in the old print hall, there is a vast pub (beer and wine and cocktails bar and restaurant).
Yesterday evening, I was by there, back from a different, much quieter place, though quite nearby. The Print Hall Pub was, like a London City pub towards the end of any working week, almost jam-packed with young men in suites and a few hot chicks as well. I recognized one young-to-middle-aged gentleman with Persian black curly hair and a shaped beard as an offspring of one of the Emirati Emirs... Surrounded by his local business buddies.
You know when they do that 'namaste' thing, especially on the West Coast of the US these days - that bowing thing...?
Well, I had just come from having to do that to the chef at this place I shall not name here.
He served me 'sesame short ribs with quick pickled fresh cabbage' an hour or so earlier. I couldn't really swear that it was actually 'an hour' because for only the second time in my life, I was floating around the streets, smiling like a mad person and probably talking to myself under my breath as well.
I know it was Geoff's idea to turn the old print hall into a five-star restaurant and wine bar. And he never lived to enjoy it.
I think he would have enjoyed it because the restaurant in there, the atmosphere of the whole place generally, is fantastic. No question.
But it's not where I was coming from...
There were not a whole lot of people where I had just come from - it was by no means empty but it was not 'jam-packed to the rafters.' It's a privately-owned small hotel, that's all I will say for now.
And there was a moment there, when, after the first few mouthfuls, I was beginning to quickly realize that the thing was actually getting better as I ate it, not reaching any plateau - but literally climbing higher and higher in sensory gift.
Now you think there is no such thing in life, but there is. I had to raise my head more than once to look around me to see when I might be about to be interrupted by 'those friends' who would turn up to say 'hey hey, what are you doing?! This is just too much, even for you, ya bastard.'
But they were decent enough not to 'bother me right now.'
What was going on? Had the chef stuck some e's into the food?
So now, some time afterwards, not very long afterwards, here I was, walking by, above, in fact, as there is an upper plaza and walkway over the pub, and looking down on the young men and women all having a good time in the Print Hall Pub.
And good for them.
Ten minutes from now I'm due to watch this recent-release flick made in Spain - 'The People Upstairs' - which is a two-act play about a couple 'upstairs' inviting this feuding hard-working couple downstairs, to join them in participating in the orgies that they have regularly, and which make so much noise that the couple downstairs, are 'disturbed' by the sounds.
Cheval Blanc - arguably the world's best Bordeaux.
...It was a funny movie too. Didn't really resolve into anything and we never get to see any actual 'orgies,' more's the pity. But it was a funny movie nonetheless.
The movie attempted to break the unbreakable wall, and didn't - most probably couldn't.
In life you can easily go to where most people hang out...
Not so easy to get to the white room; get into, inside - the white room.
The question really is - do you want to go hang out with the urban kids down at the Print Hall, or do you want to be alone in the white room...
Well, not really. But I have been tempted in recent times to post a few things that would curl your hair.
I'll tell you what I know:
Let's say you were the head of the CIA, and you accidentally ran into me - or one of my brothers, who since these many years have grown old et cetera (sorry, that's a line from 'A Christmas Carol!') - and I said to you, check this... Such and such. And you did and you went, * me, that's true.
Eric in his funny mosaic glass bits, coat, at 'Further Future.'
And then I said, let's just propose: Well how exactly much in control do you really think you are, when you were not even previously aware of 'such-and-such' but then someone came along and all official-like, say, someone in Congress, asked you to check and see...? And then you found out it was there in your files all along.
Would you even know how come they knew even to ask, and what their motivation might be?
Back in 1963, a little kid was sent into a clearing, with a senior operational commander in the US Army standing nearby, the US Consulate General at the time was personally there (Richard Gordon) with his ADC, a couple of technicians from East-Kodak, the Head of Station CIA whom I could name but I won't, and the purpose was to meet with and converse/communicate, or take something from a little bluish-green man. And this happened in many remote places around the world at the virtually exact same moment.
Guy Savelli was in that group of people operating as what must have been some kind of 'special purpose unit,' after that date for sure, and in that place, but I don't know whether... ...if he was at all in that unit at this specific time in question. And I should add the location was more a 'compound' than a 'clearing' as such because attempts had been made to fence it off completely, and every single animal and living thing cataloged with focused ground level radar on all the time.
But they don't go 'there,' Eric - they go here, and you're never going to 'see' them, unless you have the 'vision' capability.
Much later on, when not a lot eventuated thereafter, the priority nature of the secret units involved, and the executive administration of the project, was wound into different leadership, and 'soft tabs' were kept on all the little kids that had been involved. But nothing else was seriously advanced any further, other than that there had been moments during the Vietnam War and at other key moments, where some limited communication exchanges took place with nothing of any importance ensuing as far as I am aware.
Today, there are numerous heads of really gargantuan corporations - Eric Schmidt (Alphabet/Google) to name one who has been rather indiscreet about it - who go to things like 'Burning Man' although he appears to be more 'visible' at 'Further Future,' which is an event held in Southern Nevada.
The list of these types of mass gatherings is long, but the notable ones are: 'Burning Man,' 'Joshua Tree,' 'Further Future,' and the 'Sedona Vortex' which is where Bridget Nielsen hangs out most of the time.
An ex-US military guy by name of Larry Harvey (sounds kinda similar to 'Larry Hooper'), began the Burning Man one.
Or, they might go here. You think you know, but you don't know anything. You think 'science' is going to help you, do you? When do I stop laughing.
Now going back to the incident in 1963, it should be remembered, that, although the US established a formal Embassy for the Federation of the States of Malaysia after 1963, in fact, it had very long term engagement with a set of Sultanates there, and in particular Penang, which is governed by no Sultanate at all, and was 'British India' territory - and the US had an embassy and Consulate General resident there since 1918.
For a very long time now, top line people in the largest corporations, have known all about the very low-activity but also the very real 'engagement' that the US Military Industrial Complex has had, with ET Aliens. And, although you might suppose Schmidt and Sergey Brin and Larry Page and all of these go to 'Burning Man' because they like wearing whacky costumes and the drugs and the girls and whatever, the real reason they go is because they believe, there are 'interchanges' going on there between special purpose covert operatives, and actual real life ET Aliens, or hybrids that are around the place just 'blending in.'
All the way from Nevada, right through Las Vegas, and down to Arizona, there are these 'festivals' held that bring together a 'freaky failed collective community...' Right...?
Maybe here, Eric... Could be here.
Freaky. And failed. That is why Sergy Brin and Eric Schmidt and all, go there. Every single year. Elon Musk married a dame whom he met there.
You have no idea. You have simply no idea at all.
Take it from me, there has never been a crash of an ET Alien spaceship at Roswell, or anywhere.
If you wanted to test a new alloy, well, okay sure, you might deliberately 'crash' it and see. That's a different thing.
Then the kids... ...All the way from Nevada, all the way down, parallel to the San Andreas Fault, south to the Garlock Fault, and right up next to the Sierra Nevada Fault.
Uh-huh. Yep.
Hiawatha, Hiawatha, Hiawatha. LOL Hey Na Hey Na Hey Na Hey...
Except you don't have the right insignia, Eric. And no amount of money will save you if we shove you off into the Pacific Ocean.
No 'side' knows anything at all about what is going on. Neither side does.
Only 'the Man in the Middle' knows.
And that ain't you, Eric Schmidt, and it ain't you Bill Gates, and it ain't you sure as hell Joe Biden!
David Cohen? You're not even anywhere near the ball being thrown.
Let's see now, who can we trade with?
Well let's see...
What is it exactly, that we want?
That we couldn't, you know, just take?
My friends, let me put it this way - the fruit comes out and ripens in season. Some fruit, some people are allergic to, and they die even if they just merely touch it.
You know, live and let live. Of course if you go mess with stuff where you shouldn't be messing, that's your own problem in the end.
I mean, it really doesn't matter because in the end you die anyway. But 'science' will help you, right... ...with that little problem.
There are over 300,000 serving police in the United States right now who are members of a Masonic Lodge. Because, you know, science. Science is about 'shared agency' when everyone gets to benefit from an open process, and fairness, and the visibility of facts and evidence, and no secret 'behind the back' back-stabbing. Just maybe, 'in the front' stabbing! LOL
You are a toy with a use-by date of life and functioning.
Nobody who comes here from 9.5 trillion kilometres away has that problem that you have.
And what is it you want? Shared agency? People to share stuff with you?
