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Wednesday, 3 March 2021

What 'Forbidden' Things?

There is a teaching by Lao Tzu - 'to exert the breathing is to be stark.'

He meant that 'starkness' is a symptom of death.

Most modern day Taoists are vegetarian but they not all are. Whatever the real Taoists are however, they are definitely not 'stark.' It's actually hard to see who such people are in the real world because they appear so 'normal' on the outside.

Cute, beer-drinking Chinese chick.

The phrase 'Wu Shu' - which is nowadays associated with a particular Chinese Martial Arts style - is part of the 'Taoist Sorcery' practices based on Taoist metaphysics and philosophy applied to the material living human existence as an individual person. 'Wu' is really the same as the Cantonese 'M' meaning simply 'five;' Wu Shu means 'the Five Arts.'

You could be any kind of person with any kind of lifestyle, any kind of life difficulties - or even, you may have very few difficulties of life and none at all with your physical existence... 

Whatever the case is, Taoism is about 'reaching the Purple Mansions.' 

Taoism, real Taoism, is looked down upon with a lot of disdain by many modern Chinese, in fact, in truth, it is looked down upon by the vast majority - fundamentally, Taoists are known to just suddenly disappear off to somewhere high up in the mountains, or take off walking around the country through far away towns and cities. Consequently, superficially, Taoists do not appear to have much material wealth set down in any one particular location. Additionally, they are said to believe in 'magical ideas' and 'sorcery,' and the 'normal people' suppose such people to be worthless in any material sense.

Due to the success of Chinese action movies, 'Wu Shu' practitioners have up to a point, taken on a new era 'sheen,' and they are less disregarded now, yet, they are still held at some distance and have a certain dubiousness about them.

The great, Shigeru Egami, successor
to Gichin Funakoshi.
Ideas cut across many cultures.

'The Purple Mansions' of course, are also referred to in the Chinese ordinary talk, as the place of Immortal beings! This is nothing more than 'fantasy fiction' as far as the average modern middle class Chinese person is concerned, and partly, the reason for this is also because neither Confucianism nor the Chinese Communist Party are supporters of any kind of 'rewards after you die' ideas. Despite this, the Taoist culture probably started practical Chinese chemistry sciences deep in the ancient past of Chinese history and Taoists still produce a large range of doctors and chemists today. So on the one hand Taoism is vaguely tolerated by the materialist Marxist/Maoist Communist system of today because of the Chinese medicine legacy, but on the other hand Taoists are regarded as impractical and largely superstitious fantasists. 

The most major deity of Wu Shu is Lord Xuanwu, and His Celestial Abode is called the 'Purple Cloud Temple' or 'palace.' The actual place known as the Purple Cloud Temple in the Wudang Mountains, was burned down under suspicious circumstances, for what reason I couldn't say. The place has been rebuilt now, and attracts quite a lot of tourists, even though the mountainous area in question is quite remote.

Same chick - Jade Xu - World Wu Shu Grand Champion

'Xuanwu' literally means something dark and mysterious - and He works dark, mysterious, magical things from his Celestial Palace.

We can for sure 'do magic' here. We can walk in an out of 'purple clouds,' do dark mysterious sorcery - all that kind of thing.

But just remember that drinking beer is also good, sometimes. That way too, no one will see you coming.

If we go back to the hand positioning of Karate Master Shigeru Egami, shown in a pic above, we see his thumbs pointing outward, which is not recommended for you to do all the time, but this practitioner is very knowledgeable about what he is meaning to do, and he is showing something that verges close to the magical, and is definitely rooted in the metaphysical in martial arts. The next thing he is going to do there, in the pic, is twist his body and bring his raised hand downwards with great force. Yes, it could be a strike he is going to deliver, but a lot of his Okinawan-brand Karate also has grabs and center-of-gravity and angular momentum techniques, and you will see that these styles are apt to grab someone's hand or arm, lift it upwards very high, taking that person away from their normal balance center-of-gravity position, and then pull the hand/arm back down again with a strong twisting motion upending the whole other person's body like magic.

If you return again to Jade Xu's hand on the left of the immediate above pic of her, you will, alternatively, observe that she is holding her thumb inwards - same with her other hand but the light is not showing it as well. Of the two people, Xu is the much more aggressive in the pics, because it is clear she is not intending to grab anyone, but to strike them.

At some stage in a great master's training, they will shift from analyzing these things closely in situ as it were, and you will see their eyes drift off into the distance somewhere, and not even look directly at any opponent or opponents. They know things so well, that they literally move into a 'cloud' or a 'bubble' of diffuse 'sensitivity...' At that stage, it becomes literally the case that an opponent will suddenly just fall backwards, or lose balance, or experience vertigo, and the master has done nothing physically.

The Damavand Mountain...
...is about to erupt soon. You get the fire,
and the ice.

In the Gospels, when a large band of men and soldiers came up to find Jesus Christ and to arrest him, (...now from here I am quoting John 18:4-6) He asked: 'Whom do you seek?' And when they answered him 'Jesus of Nazareth,' Jesus said 'I am he.' And soon then as He said that to them 'I am he,' they went backward and fell to the ground. 

Only then after that particular little incident came the other one where someone cut someone else's ear off! LOL

The Chinese Taoists have all of the same stories - walking on water, replacing someone's cut off ear, going here and there in purple clouds, shoving people backwards at a hundred miles an hour though not having touched them.

Listen to me. You have nothing, no position, no wealth, no reputation. But you can replace someone's cut off ear?! Disappear into a purple cloud?? Well, then you have a massive problem, actually. Not even any scientist today can really replace someone's cut off ear - because, even though more or less, they can grow an ear from 'ear DNA' and some, what is it, autologous mitochondrial cells or something, it's still pretty hard to stick it onto where the missing section is, because outer ear bits have very different blood flow to the other areas of the human body where healing can more effectively take place with toxicity removal and blood and oxygen flow helping.

Your real problem is that you have too much, not too little. It's the 'normal' people who really have all the deficiencies and are you really intending to hang about fixing them all up, all day long, not even having much time for a beer?

This fellow on YouTube just the other day was complaining that if the ET Aliens really showed up as the buzz is suggesting, and took us over, took control...

Everyone thinks that way, see. But why, why would 'they' - do it? Why would they 'take over...' now?


The Chinese Taoists have thousands of years of interactions in the Wudang mountains with people that come down in purple clouds, and do magical stuff. Nobody out in the ordinary community believes it. And nobody from space or from 'purple clouds' has ever attempted to 'take over' anything! 

What makes us think we have so special a generation in history that now, all of a sudden, simply because our TV movies like Star Trek and so on, combined with the pathetic little tin cans sent out to Mars or Tethys (Saturn III) get us to think of other civilizations possibly out there, and perhaps a bit like us, have the potential to come here using their advanced technology... ...to take us over?

The human race in its pop iteration of 'thinking' seems to have this grandiose opinion of itself - despite the obvious fact that any advanced external species will already have been able to get here since a long time before Kathleen Kennedy, the idiot President of Lucasfilm, devised a 'wokeymon' vision of space travel and 'futurism' and 'technology' and 'sciiiiiiiience.'

And they've never 'taken over' anything here.

The Norway 'Doomsday Seed Vault' - 
what me and a bunch of Taoists like about it,
is that in this pic at least, there are no
stoopid people around to mess up the prettiness of the scene.

Only crazy people have even thought they existed -, up until Hollywood and industrial age industrial scale book publishers have started all these comic strip pictorials and silly space opera junk entertainment ideas that the mass of the general public has in their heads now as 'images' of 'how it is.' And then NASA and other lunatics with a huge budget have inflamed the whole thing with their tin can junk rockets and video-streams of nothing - on Mars or the moon, or of some asteroid or whatever.



Tuesday, 2 March 2021

The Butterfly's Painted Wings

A little slip here, a little fall there...

Anyway, ancient Chinese tradition depicts the living human being as having three Yang spirits, and seven Yin spirits - the 'three' mainly working in the day-time, and the 'seven' working at night.

There are great sages, particularly of the Wu Shu schools, and of Taoism of course, who can perform what is called 'Jing Po' - 'bright mirror.' This is some sort of mystical, magical thing that allows them to multi-locate, and to multiply exact copies of themselves in different places at the same time.

'I walk through the ten thousand
flowers, but do not touch even so much
as a leaf, nor even a drop of dew...'

If you practice the bright mirror a lot, every day -, then at some point, a jade vessel will appear before you, and which will transport you into the mists that disguise the true heavens, where the Purple-liveried Jade Mansions are... ...and at which place all the other immortals attend at various key times. Here is where the Ultimate Soul permits only that which can yield into it, to remain or to reside there.

Unlike the normal human being, the Immortals are not a composition of a myriad different configurations of 'three and seven' - and so, unlike you or I, who are actually not 'individuals' at all although we think we are, but are composites of many ancestral people and habits and 'consciousness arrangements,' the Immortals are actual separate unique individual people with identifiable permanent characteristics and personalities.

Yet, unlike us normal humans, who are unable to detach from false priorities, these Immortal Beings can 'yield' their internal personal conscious being-ness, into each other and into the Universal Grand Ultimate. The logical principle of this, is, namely, the same thing that occurred with the multiple demons called 'Legion' in the Gospels, which yielded their spirit being-nesses into a herd of swine which careened over a cliff into the sea and rocks below: like two pebbles cast into a still pool, the waves they make must interfere when they meet; like dew that evaporates, its moisture joins the great mist of the mountains to become one; like coherent light of a certain frequency, these beings are augmenting the power in the resonators of the laser...


Although possibly it would not really be light, as in photons, but some other thing. We use 'light' a lot as a metaphor in these kinds of discussions, anyway.

All those Muslims here would be familiar with the eschatology about 'Yajuj wa Majuj' breaking through the iron walls to the outside world at The End Of The World, at which time they will conspire with the Dajjal to take everything away from ordinary humans, and consume everything even killing many humans in order to have more for themselves, and take over power and control over the whole world, and shut up the skies and stop the rain from falling and make the sun rise in the West.

If I convince you that the rains have stopped, is this the same thing as metaphorically having stopped the rain...?

We've done this song before. So what though. Here it is again:





Sunday, 28 February 2021

Suit Of Lights

I told this journalist a few days ago, regarding the up-coming Report to Congress by the CIA on what the US Government 'knows' about ET Aliens, that I would need to say just one name in connection with what happened with the original engagement with ET's back in the late Fifties and you would all be stuck for an answer.

Now I'm not going to explicitly blurt it out here but okay, just to relieve some of the pressure, it has nothing to do with the killing of Kennedy!

...Actually I will go in a totally bizarre direction. If you keep up with these articles, sooner or later something will 'click.'

Spanish silk shawl...

I was just speaking earlier today with a Spanish lady, whose surname is something like 'Talladega' which does not mean the same thing as the word in the Creek Indian language, which means 'border.' In Spanish the name means something like a 'shawl.'

Anyway I asked her for her view on Spanish Bull Fighting, and she said it was a form of torture. And I'm more than a little inclined to agree.

The Iberian Peninsula (Spain and Portugal, and other smaller places in there), is an incredibly ancient place - this is where we have the Altamira Caves, of course. Some clever people think the Spanish people themselves are related, somehow not just to the ancient Phoenicians who went there, but to the original inhabitants of the legendary 'Atlantis.'

Atlantis, as you know, was an Empire which venerated the god Poseidon, and held rituals concerning bulls sacred to the god. These kinds of rituals were all over the place in the Mediterranean - Minoan Crete, Saqqara in Egypt, obviously - the burial place of the Apis Bulls.

The costume worn by bullfighters is called the 'suit of lights' - traje de luces.


Some occult thinkers will tell you, that there are plenty of written records by a number of ancient writers, to the effect that not only were special bulls used in the rituals sacred to Poseidon, but in fact, there were all kinds of things going on -, there was the (somehow) intermingling of DNA from these bulls and a certain Queen (Europa), and also the infusion of some kind of 'spirit' beings into the bulls as well. This idea is still intact in the Spanish bull fighting culture, which has myths and legends about the 'spirit' of particular bulls. There remain, certain occult practices too, right up to this day involving secret places of worship, altars and shrines, to the god Poseidon (the Spanish language equivalent), that persist within the culture of matadors.

Going back to my first direction in the opening paragraphs, though, I would suggest, that the bulls and the bull fighters... ...are the same thing.

Bull fighting is highly organised, extremely rigid in its conduct, and the death of the bull is 'arranged' according to a strict plan, and a strict ancient tradition of movements and provocations. Superficially, the bull is a very daunting opponent, deadly and dangerous. On the whole though, it is the trained matador that gets the better of the fiercely charging, enormously powerful and enraged beast. The matador's job is not to lose their cool, even though they may have limited emotional feelings of admiration and respect for the animal. The matador's role is that of a cold-blooded killer.

When the matador goes through their ritualistic donning of the 'suit of lights,' they become literally 'dressed to kill.'

In the Islamic narrative, the Dajjal, is a deceiver (and so too, does the matador, deceive the bull...), but he is also extremely glamorous on the outside.

Statua del Nettuno... 

In the Christian narrative, the devil has horns and is angry because 'he knows his hour is coming...' ...when he is to be terminally defeated.

The devil has an anger like a goaded bull, but the matador has a costume covered in 'lights.'

...Don't think of the matador as a hero, my friends - he is the Saqqara bull spirit... He provokes death, he provokes anger, and he kills maliciously and deliberately, and in the end, wantonly. He knows the limitations of the huge, muscular, charging, enraged, bull. He is not, facing death scornfully in the face - he is death, he deals death. But inside, he is the beast, he is the animal spirit wanting primeval suffering, vain struggle - he lusts for blood.

As you know, and I'm sure you do know, Nero claimed to be a descendant of the Egyptian god of the Deep Sea, Naunet.

The standard narrative, of course, is that Nero caused the flames, that his fire brigades went to put out, for a fee. Nowadays, academics dispute this folklore.

But my advice to you, is - don't step into the ring, and don't get taken in by the shiny costumes. Because the people in the shiny jackets, will walk you into an ever tightening circle, goading you to do better and to do more, along the way, knowing that your lactic acid is building up all the while, and yet they will keep you more or less alive by letting you walk around in smaller circles. Until they laugh at you in the face while you cannot move, and insert the estoque deep into your heart. And exsanguinate you.

So. I have given you a clear picture of what to actually look at. Don't look at the villain - how big and strong and fearsome they are. That is a lie. It is not the lie, because it is only a small part of the whole lie.

If you think you are never going to see the bright shiny hero, look again.




Friday, 26 February 2021

Letters And Posts

I've just come from engaging in some frivolity with someone about 'evidence' and 'logic,' during which bout I was so bored I pulled out that old thing about the stick bending in the water according to the 'evidence' of your eyes - which of course, is contradicted by the rationality of your brain.

No reason - just looks good.

And this is a good link to what we have already spent some time looking at here, which is, namely, what your mind will hand to you, when you have cut it off from the stimulation of the continuous stream of data from your ordinary senses. 'Polyvagal theory' in part proposes that the emotions felt, arising from your stomach, and your throat (feelings of constriction, production of saliva, other things), are able to be mediated by regular breathing.

I mean we have gone already a long way from just that simplistic, if possibly still valid idea about what our minds perceive and what pre-dispositions we may have to ideas - in the narrative here!

We have strayed far away from any such rigor of 'proof' and 'evidence.'

Strayed, I tell you! And in much darkness, too.

Thus I do need to at minimum remind people that a post-box is not a coffee shop or a meeting place of actual people. 

When you were in junior school, back in the very old days -, you would have been familiarized with note pads, writing paper, pencils or pens and ink, and shown how to write letters, and then how to place these inside of envelopes, and then stick postage stamps onto those, and then how to go post them at the post office or how to drop them into the letter box.

And maybe, if you were lucky or if you had written a real good letter, properly addressed to a correspondent, you might get a letter back. This all involves a communication system, with an infrastructure.


So. This is not the same thing as going out into the market-place and screaming that 'God is dead' as Zarathustra did, or that 'everyone is mad' (did he also do that, I can't remember...) and having some actual real physical material person, grab you by the shoulders and shake you about.

However... ...and here is the thing: you might have someone show up at an assignation via the process of letter correspondence...

Enough. Enough. We don't need to say any more.

I will just casually mention in passing, though, that in Monaco, which has a current population of around 45,000 people, there have been 3 deaths of people with Covid ; ), and 70+ cases of people who tested positive to Covid over the last twelve months, and no 'lock down' and no masks. I got that from a source personally, who is in Monaco. Wiki covers it all in quite fascinating ways but what I have said is both true and news, which means the Australian government says you have to pay for it if you repeat what I wrote verbatim via Google. LOLOLOL.

You know though, funny thing about letters... ...they are a lot more powerful than people often realize. Obviously, there are many things I would like to say, but have to couch in the most vague of terms. That is the day and age in which we live.

Do you think people write letters still in Monaco? I doubt it.

Yacht in Monaco - can charter this... Wow.
Cool.
They are too busy having a good time, spending their limitless wealth - aka money - and worrying about whether to bring cash on board of the yachts they get invited onto, in order to tip the service staff and crew. ...How much to pack into their soft bags. Whether they will need 2-ply cashmere or as much as 4-ply, sweaters.

And oh oh, brushing up on their conversation points, you know, so that they can be real interesting social company, because they all are, right?

Bridge, Bridge, help me out here - was Mark Z., any different in RL than the zoob he is at Senate Hearings?

He lives out in South Lake Tahoe, doesn't he? Did you bang on his door, Bridget? Or did you not get the courage up to bang on any doors? Yet...?

Oh, he's married you say. 'Married?' Said Sandor Szavost.

This is known as 'the Veronica move.'


'Yes. Ma-a-a-a-a-ried.' Said Alice Harford, waving her ring-finger around, laconically.

Slippery roads, heavy winds everywhere. A little slip, a little slide, here, there...

Even the Evil Reptilian Satanic Annunaki whatever, think they are so so so in control, yeah? All the time. But a little tiny slip.

...Is all it takes.

Lick the stamp, lick the envelope, don't cut your tongue.



Thursday, 25 February 2021

The Midnight People

There are quite a few phrases in French that for some reason probably pertaining to the French culture itself, deal with things that go on in the middle of the night. For the rest of us who are not French - although well, there is something in me there from way back - but at least for those of us living in the modern Western world other than in France, we'd all expect to be asleep at midnight, at least traditionally before the contemporary Cyberpunk world of the internet and 'late-nite' Ramen Noodle bars and neon signs and flying cars and all of that...

'Midi et minuit' - well that means 'a quarter past midnight.'


'Midi a minuit' - is something that could be a bunch of different things but the one I like is 'darkness at midday;' it doesn't quite mean that literally: it means midday and midnight/night and day, that sort of thing.

'L'heure bleue.' God only knows what that means. The French don't know - you won't get two to agree if you even get two of them together on it at any one time...

Anyway I'm going to introduce you to something different now...

You are going to see things.

Stick your headphones on, whack the volume up high, and concentrate on what I'm telling you... And go to the bottom of the article here and press 'play.' And then come back up here.

This is the kind of thing the great producer and director of female superstars - Vadim - was able to do to them. He got them into 'a zone.' Every movie he ever made you could easily say was a dog except for two or three scenes in each one of them which places him in the top two or three of all film directors of all time.

Vadim.

When I write a letter, that is, an 'alphabet' for super advanced intelligent beings it doesn't consist of a sound, it consists of the sound, and the color attached in this occasion, and several other things as well.

If you breathe in air that is colored, or you are standing under a shower playing sprays of LED-colored light over you, and the mists bouncing off your body are a particular color, if it is green, then it is easier to slip you out of alignment with all the other colors by rocking sounds or light frequencies back and forth around the balance point, the midpoint.

You can also artificially attempt to do it yourself and some of you will be able to - by just letting your eyes follow a figure-of-eight pattern in front of them, endlessly, really fast if you like or if you can, and even better yet... ...oh no, I can't say here; what I've said will get you there anyway.

Just be careful that you are not trying this in some high class French restaurant deep into the evening, when they brandish about that other phrase they have: 'en salle.' Because that usually means 'flambe en salle' which if you're not careful can easily turn into 'the room is on fire' and not just 'fire in the room.'

...So anyway, there you are, in your living room, lights down low (because it's demi et minuit, right?), and you think you're all alone...

lol.

You are alone, right?


There's also a specialized device around the place these days too - the Russians have it, so do the Americans, and they, the US Embassy people in Cuba or Ecuador or some place just last week formally announced they had been subjected to such things - and if I poked that thing anywhere near you and turned it on while you were doing that 'figure-of-eight' thing, you would go right off your rocker and not be able to pull yourself back from all kinds of weirdo sensations and hallucinations.

Okay so it may not work on some of you in this particular 'manual' structure that we are playing around with just right here and now.

But don't think I can't get it to work, just by explaining it all a bit better. I'm just not intending to go too far here right now because it is dangerous of a thing, really. Some of you will work it out anyway as it is.

We - you - us/we're only half way there at this stage. Believe me there are people who can 'kick this right over the edge' from this point,