Message To Mufti Abu Layth

The Second Coming Of Jesus.

My friend in the House of Wisdom (Bayt al Hikmah - a mysterious place you don't really need to know about if you read here...), the estimable Mufti Abu Layth Al-Maliki, has recently caused a slight, a very slight 'disturbance in the field,' for Sunni Muslims around the world, when he declared that 'Isa (AS)' who is a figure in the Islamic teaching that some say is roughly equivalent to 'Jesus,' is not returning according to any authentic scripture in Islam and especially not in the Quran itself.

Now, interestingly, this discussion, controversy, if you will, does not occur at all among standard Christians because they all believe that Jesus will 'return' aka 'the Second Coming.' 

And yet, Jesus in the Bible Himself does not say things exactly like so, because He uses the term 'the Christ...' As in 'some will say here is the Christ, or there is the Christ but do not believe them.'

And we must know that certainly in the actual text of the Gospels and Acts themselves, Jesus appears several times in different outward facial and physical forms, so that he is not recognized initially, not even by most of those who knew him very well. So we do indeed have an existential problem to do with what His outward appearance shall necessarily be like.

NEVERTHELESS! ...As my other friend the estimable Rabbi Alon Anavar often says (he says 'nevertheless' a lot...) - nevertheless you are wrong, dude; your Muftiness:

For here. Here it is! And trust me, he is not just coming again, but again as well a time after that, and no doubt several times several times(!) again.

Jesus - hanging out with Monica Bellucci.

Now, amabad (means moving on to the next subject, in Arabic; it is not the question 'am I bad?') yani (means 'okay' in Arabic, not half the male Greeks in the world's name) - amabad, forsooth let us move on to hitting some Swamis around the ears while we're at this exercise.

I cannot believe how just by wearing some saffron robe and all, people just get to say whatever the damn hell they want and we all sit there nodding our heads assuming that for sure they must know at least what they are talking about in their 'religion' or 'exotic philosophy.'

But bruvvers (Manchester for the Islamic phrase 'brothers') - 'Om Tat Sat' does NOT mean 'manifestation of the One Supreme Being.'

Everybody wants to go on this patrol of meeting up in the dark jungle of human crassness, ignorance, and stupidity - to say that 'oh well, there is only ONE god and therefore we all worship the same thing but in different ways.'

Nah-uh. No we don't.

There is no 'One God' anyway! ...Let me show you what there is.

There isn't any 'Singularity' throughout the whole of the Universe and even literal 'Infinity' in physics is not actually 'infinite' because we can demonstrate that eventually a light beam (or wave or whatever the heck it is) disappears up its own, no, wait, something happens to it whereby either the standard laws of physics change or something, but it does not go on forever, because otherwise at the 'end/way out there' stage it would  be traveling faster than itself...

In our language and understanding of all that there is, we simply have generic labels at the top of categories, and then items that fall UNDER the category label are multiple and several and 'itemS.' The generic word 'Divinity' does not at all imply Singularity, it implies the generic label of characteristics under which fall all units thereof (the category). The Specific of the Generic in this case would be nonsense because it wouldn't exist!

Anything with an identifiable characteristic, does have 'item' existence beneath the generic label - because it is IDENTIFIABLE as different from any other thing. If it is actually different to ALL things, then it simply does not exist. You cannot have a thing with a category label with completely unique characteristics that do not have examples of them in reality... The correct word for that is simply 'nothing' or non-existence.

Also Jesus, right? From a cave painting
in India that is 2000 years old.

God is not, and CANnot, be absolutely 'different' to ALL things. The contradiction of the 'standard Islamic narrative' in this is that there -, in Islam, those proponents themselves have constructed 99 attributes or 'names' of Allah. Ninety-nine things that Allah is in FACT similar to...

If he is NOT 'similar' to them, then he is not entitled to have those 'names.'

Om Tat Sat means 'The Field of God is Real.'

...Now I could have ten thousand new Muslim readers here, if briefly, if I linked this Blog page to Mufti Abu Layth's Facebook page, but then, he would want to argue with me, and they would all want to do so and I would have more fights on my hand than just from our one lonely dissident voice - the illustrious KP.

But then, if I posted that link, I wouldn't want to tell you all next (well, I want to tell you, not them all) how to make genies appear to you and do some stuff for you.

Because next thing, we might have all 'genie fights' around the whole globe, hey?

Do you know, by the way, the 'elite' are planning to erase the Great Pyramid of Giza with a faked asteroid hit there?

Anyway forget that. It's already too long for today's powers of concentration to read any further so we shall leave the 'summoning of the Djinn' for another...

...heck why not though.

Chinese Opera has the exact same
myth story of 'Tilottama' the most beautiful
being in the Universe - even down to the same name
as the Indian Vedic narratives.

The Universal Field of God is Real. And all things in that field are kind and loving. And, if you are yourself kind and loving, then you harmonize with all of those things and you will be their friend and they shall be your friends - and, as friends, they will do whatever is in their powers to do, should you ask it of them.

Good enough 'shared agency' there, for you, Mr KP?

Not too complicated? Maybe it's so simple that for sure it must be wrong; and therefore I must be wrong. (Mr Moto: 'Perhaps - I could be wrong.' lol)

Drunken Genies

Tonight, well, this evening to start with, at least - we had la fleurette champagne cocktails.

Sometimes, I just have to resort - more for my own benefit and amusement - to a trick of magic. Not really, a trick, because it is real magic; I can do that. I know how to do a certain amount of these things.

And I will impart a few of their components to you, here. Of course, some of you won't be able to work out what it is I am saying. But most will.

This is not, a la fleurette. This gets to
change color when you add lemon juice.

Information we receive through our eyes goes through our 'ideas' connecting system, as well as through a central processing facility which decides hierarchies/importance. So, a split second passes by, and then, we get some sensations - but not only that, those sensations are also 'related' to old memories that might be able to be linked in the brain to what it is right now 'seeing.'

This is not exactly the same as when we sense things through our olfactory pathways - because those signals go straight into our limbic brain first, and only from there, diffuse back into the memory circuits.

Also, there are parallel input paths being activated which are the same thing that Google does to disrupt and distract and interrupt and deviate discussions they don't like people to have. (Because after all, Google is part of 'the evil conspiracy,' right?).

Those parallel paths perform the same kinds of 'packet data insertion' that Google disruption programs do, when they (Google) want to manipulate (IE unsophisticatedly manhandle) people who are doing a lot on-line.

JES's friend, Suzanne.

But then there is 'touch' too of course, like -, actual feeling and physical form sensing.

So that if I were to simply 'produce' a genie let's say, and you saw it wavering around there in front of your eyes like a mirage image, automatically you would naturally think there were holographic projectors or something creating the scene.

...I'm sure most of you have heard the un-amplified 'natural' voice of, for example, Adolf Hitler. He had a very sonorous, quite deep and self-confident voice (nothing at all like mine; just sayin'...).

And so, when the genie speaks, you might get a mild sense of shock, shivers literally running up your spine. Or maybe not, if you are so really, 'strong minded' as a lot of people fancy they are.

And then when it drinks some of our la fleurette cocktails, the effect will be quite profound and pretty instantaneous because they get drunk easy, and we'll have this singing heat haze thing, dancing and singing around in the lounge, you know, like I told you all before, in micro-polyphony sounds which develop into their own subtle kind of melodic phrases.

Colored lights shoving you out a car door
at speed wouldn't be too funny though, now would it?
In Germany, on an Autobahn.

So yeah, I do have this machinery in the front room okay. It's just called 'projection mapping.' Quite commonplace stuff.

...But then when the genie actually touches you well, well, what can I say?

Let's see. Who goes down next... 

Of course this is all nowhere near as sinister as it might sound.

(Song by Lukas Termena is - 'Dangerous Woman'):

'Hello - Can I Get Back To You...'

Latest Tweet from John McAfee - held in a Spanish jail currently, having been arrested at the request of the US Department of Justice on some claim relating to McAfee's not having lodged tax returns.

Now, one salient thing is that a few people are flying in the face of what was said here a short while back...

Poor guy fell down a shaft. Behrouz Kamalvandi.

If you think the game is the same today as it ever was, that will fine by me that you think so.

Plenty of people think so.

McAfee's latest Tweet was about the fact that he currently lives on stale bread and cold sausages.

Yes, there are plenty of people who think the game is just like it always was.

I'm kind of a 'friend' of McAfee, having used his security software literally a million years ago when it first came out, and having conversed with him irregularly since then about the prospect of him doing some jet-skiing down here. It's impossible to talk to him right now - there are hundreds of people, too many people, responding to his Twitter page and his wife, who is arranging Texas lawyers to defend him when he returns to America, probably has her hands full sourcing funds from 'disclosed' locations to pay said lawyers!

Okay sure there are ways to contact him, but let's just leave it at well, 'we cannot talk to him' right now.

So, in case you are reading this, John - sorry about the cold sausages and stale bread.

Meanwhile, back in a park somewhere on 'free Earth,' some astute person has run into an ET. An ET bearing Starbucks no less.

'Sorry, but I don't wish to talk with you. You guys have strange politics.

'And also, ET could be responsible for religions. And for widespread foolish human belief in God but it's really them dressed up as (fake) God -, like when Moses talked (he was a right nutcase, that Moses, obviously) to a fire in a bush but the bush didn't get burned. Fraudsters. * off. I don't want your stupid coffee.

'You probably even want me to have shared agency in paying for the coffee anyway, right?'

Also meanwhile, in Iran, the mind-set of people is shown for what it is when the government there announces it is going to make a thousand tin cans that spin ('centrifuges') - to teach the Israelis a lesson for setting something off inside the Natanz nuke place and shoving Behrouz Kamalvandi down a shaft using some kind of 'invisible hand-shoving thing.' 

God what silly people. There is no such thing as 'invisible hand-shoving technology.'

'Cos if there was, all the public figures with bruised faces would blame 'an invisible Israeli weapon.' Or a Russian one and they tried that already with the US Cuban Embassy, if you recall, not long ago.

I should really not be going down this path of discussion at all right now. Not a hugely great idea. 

We should be talking about all the money we're making in the top half-dozen cryptos. And what we're going to do with it.

I'm certainly making some bucks.

Mocha La Ferrari.

Well I make money anyway across the year, but not so rapidly and 'thickly' if I can put it that way, as with this recent lift across virtually the whole board in crypto.

Maybe we could buy some mocha.  

Maybe we could put together a luxury 'bug-out' bag with marshmallow toasting gel cans for the 'wilderness' resort cabin, where we can get wi-fi internet connection to watch Bjorn Bull-Hansen sleep outside in the snow underneath his water-proof half-tent. And roast his herb-and-garlic stuffed chicken out on the log fire. Nice. All that charring on the outside. Mmmmmn.

Could I even find some vacuum-packed champagne jellies for the ET Aliens?

I'm not going to make them out there! Oh hell, they can bring their own. You know they have these little 'shot tubes' of sweet-acidic red-colored alcohol. I am told what's in it is a concoction of what could equate roughly with fermented carnations, tarragon, stuff like angelica seeds, pomegranate, red tangerine, and a red moss we don't have here. And honey. It's sour and sweet and acrid and strong - hits you right up your nose like sweet alcoholic wasabi!

Then comes the coffee.

Turturro: 'Oh jes, I am, berry berry sneeky.'

Anyway what do even ET Aliens look like? Does anyone really know? 

Someone comes up to you, and says to you, just like that out of the blue 'hey, do you wanna have some coffee with me?' 

'Oh yes, that would be just fantastic!'

'You're very sneaky, aren't you?'

'Oh yes, I am, very very sneaky.'

Music by Centre Elevven:

Staying Away And Entering

I do not wish to spend too much time going over the slip, last Sunday, of Behrouz Kamalvandi down through a manhole 23 feet to the ground at the Natanz facility, where he broke both of his legs.

I do not wish to think too much about the Natanz nuclear refining plant that is currently planned to have another 1000 centrifuges installed there and the enrichment to go up to 60%.

Staying away from the trouble the world gets itself into very often, is possibly difficult too, though not impossible - as long as you can make yourself as miniature as possible.

But then, alas too, all too often there are trouble-makers also, who like to make trouble and be provocative. And they poke and poke around in dark places...

And then of course, they complain loudly afterwards, when something they don't like, happens.

...If they survive with just a couple of broken legs. Still 'Ouch!' though, right?

Stubbornness and determination are two characteristics which are going to get certain humans into a lot of trouble. They're not 'admirable' characteristics at all - they are flaws. They are not in keeping with 'the Tao.' LOL

Staying away is common sense.

Entering, yes but where?

The One Of Noble Lineage

Once upon a time, in the ancient city of Samarkand, lived the brother of the great King of Kings Shahryar -, whose name was Shah Zaman, he being also a Sultan, indeed the very Sultan of Samarkand.

He, that is, Shah Zaman, perchanced, as grievous fate befell him thus to see it, upon his first wife sleeping with the Royal cook, and witnessing such effrontery to himself, he cut them both twain.

Qasr-al-Sarab... al... Sarab
Take note.

Now everything is not exactly as it is today, in our modern times, in this ancient city of Samarkand, for things happen there concerning people who are well-hid from the eyes of modern man today. 

What walked casually and almost openly amongst the ordinary population of this ancient city, today is counted with the breed of that which is jnn - that is, hidden, or 'of the Jann,' the well hidden, and the adapted...

It happened on the occasion of the incident of our story, that the elder brother of Shah Zaman, the great Shahanshah (King of Kings) Shahryar, himself, arrived at the palace of Shah Zaman, to make visit upon the opening of the Great Month of Blessings (we call it 'Ramadan') upon his younger brother the Sultan of Samarkand.

After sitting together for awhile, they came to the opinion that all among the breed of women were most evilly deceitful and duplicitous and wicked, and thus it was, that the Great King of Kings himself, purposed and vowed, to marry to himself a new bride each day, and to execute her by the next morn.

Today - tabletop fire bowls; no magic.

Visiting Samarkand at the same time as Shahryar, was Ahmed, Prince of India - and he befell upon the beauty of Peribanou, Princess of the Fairies. Albeit it that that, is itself another tale.

Yet even so, Peribanou was a good friend of Dunyazad -, sister to the maiden Scheherazade whose name means 'of noble lineage.' Now, no one can be of truly noble lineage, who is not daughter of God Himself, and so, we must insist this is the great Zara (Sarab), Daughter of the King of All The Universe, disguised as a noble woman of the city of Samarkand, who, having heard of the vow of Shahryar, has herself purposed to enact a plan - since Mankind makes plans, but god is the Best of Planners.

We need go on no further in this account of ours here, except to make small mention of the family (the Banu) of the Fairies (the Peris). And alas, we would feign expand upon this surely, in high degree, just like the magical tent of Prince Ahmed, which, like the flying ship of the...

...very Queen of Amorous Affairs herself - which was able to expand in size as to fit an whole army, and contract so that it could go into one's pocket - alas but the accounts of all these affairs at Samarkand of this moment are lost in time, forgotten in the sands of ancient history, and blown away by the winds.

Thus to you all: Salaams! Lorang Jakzang! Baraka! Baraka! ...Amadaad. Till the next day.