Why The Obscurity?

There are millions of interpretations of ancient history around, large tidal waves of conceptions about what a certain thing (IE any thing recorded in historical texts) 'means.'

It's a complete waste of time someone adding even more new interpretations as to what a thing means...

Arabic apologists and modern scholars are pumping out hundreds of videos about what some passage in an Arabic book means.

This is maybe, like, what - twelve years
old, this pic?

Jewish rabbis are pumping out hundreds of videos about what the Targum traditions really mean.

Thousands of Christian 'experts' and preachers are pumping out endless videos about what all kinds of passages mean.

Atheists also make videos, so do scientists - and all of them have something to say about what things mean.

But the real question is why...

And the answer is sine curve.

Look around you. Everything that is, exists along sine curves - small, to larger, to largest/mostest/bestest(!). A thing either falls into a general category, or it does not fit into the necessary definitions for being in that category - and so, it falls into another one. The Universe contains... ...EVERYTHING.

A thing is 'young,' or it is 'older,' or it is oldest... ...even dead, too. And 'gone.'

Thus, will all of Mankind get to meet ET Aliens?

No. It cannot be. For even if 'all' did - actually they would still argue amongst themselves over the whole thing: this is not a ET Alien, this is only partly an ET Alien, I did not even 'see' the ET Alien, I did see it but not for long enough. And on and on and on.

The Jewish 'targum Bible' tradition is a whole set of interpretations, added upon up through successive years and ages, over what the oral tradition wording really means.

One thing Hebrew targum experts all say, is that 'when the Messiah comes, He cannot just expect to be accepted, but He must prove Himself - otherwise we won't believe He is who He says, or that it is said of Him, that He is.'

Art. Could turn it into a 'nifty.' Wanna buy? lol

Now, given that these are the same people who claim to have been in the Garden of 
Eden and who 'walked with God' in there - surely they would already be able to simply recognize Him? And do so very easily without any conditions?

So, at the moment, according to these people, He - that is, 'God, - must, MUST, mind you, PROVE Himself...

There is no real 'obscurity' about ET Aliens.

You either fall somewhere along the sine curve of those with adequate brain-power and other sentient qualities and characteristics, to be able to attract the interest of another, and far superior intelligence generally speaking, in terms of where the planet Earth is at right now...

...Or you don't.

There is nothing I can do about it!

Many years old, this pic.

WARNING! SWEARING COMING.

I could tell you simply everything there is to know about the whole entire thing and you know what - some fucken' idiot is bound to pop right up and give their own 'spin' to what was being said. Isn't that simply the plain fact of it?

And the reality is - and was all along - what the fuck makes me, you or anyone, interesting, to some amazingly advanced sentient beings?

We are not even that interesting to ourselves that we cannot avoid arguing and fighting and having *-size fights and contests. Isn't that right?

It's a great point, or sort of, 'rhetorical question' - are they just uncaring/uninterested observers? I mean, that is not what I am complaining about; because that is a point - for example, how come they have been so prepared to obscure themselves, since they must have been here already for a long time?

Must have. Logical fact adduced from the particular matter of time and distance and motion via distance...

Surely they must, now, prove themselves to us though, right? Say 'hi' to us, all real nice and diplomatic-like.

Or how about I make a suggestion? How about, we are all still right slap-bang inside 'sine curve'-land.

My friend the Russian language interpreter asked me just yesterday, when did I know that Santa Claus was a fake and a guy dressing? And I said, well, since my parents ran these big schools, 'Santa' was basically being run from out of our front large hall, and so I always knew the RAF guy would dress up there for the island private citizens' kids, while the teaching staff guy would go over to RAF base to do Santa there for the military family kids. I was part of the whole thing, I was myself a dress-up 'elf' right from the start.

'Dear Santa. Never mind their technology - 
just how about some of our technology?'

You see, friends, the human race specializes in trying to extend good things that are rare and occult (hidden) and outside of its actual direct power of influence, and do that by faking it...

But that does not mean real Santa Claus does not exist for real. It could mean he 'might' not exist for real, but it does not mean he does not exist for real just because you simply haven't experienced the real thing.

I mean hey, of course we want it to be real - it's desirable to have all this cute stuff given to us; which is the same as the 'ET Alien cargo cult' mentality!!

We are doing the obscuring all by ourselves.

The question to Life the Universe and Everything is not 'what' but 'why' and the answer is because 'everything.' Everything is there right before your eyes right now. It always has been.

Native Americans think this is
'cultural appropriation.'
It sure is. Cute though, right?

The Jews are the people who say - and this despite that they say they were right there 'walking with god' in the Garden of Eden so you'd presume they know what they are looking at - that they haven't seen God yet since Moses, and moreover they will have to test Him anyway if/when He gets here maybe sometime sooner or later.

Because 'God' has to fit into the specifications of some book, see.

Same as these stunningly advanced ET Aliens have to fit into Neil deGrasse-Tyson's science of what an ET Alien simply must must be.

They, apparently, are going to have to fit into your ideas.

Because 'science' already has a fixed and firm speculation as to what they are like. So, if they don't just 'fit in' then they don't exist. Right?

You want to know what an ET Alien looks like?

This thing here is a Tamil 'Naga goddess/being.' Or is it a Hebrew Seraph/Nachash? Dunno. I think it's just a modern brass door handle design copied from an ancient stone monument somewhere.

Anyway at least this much you should know in case you didn't already - behind a shiny shield, whether flying or simply being carried by any hot dame... ...is a serpent.

Lovely, friendly, poisonous, potentially quite deadly, serpents. Shiva wears them around his neck, Krsna's neck turned blue because he was bitten by the leader of them all, Athene's shield has one hidden behind it, Saga's purse has one, so does Cleopatra's headpiece and those Egyptian 'head-baskets' have them in there... ...and so on and on. You could go on for pages and hours.

All co-incidence. And all mythology anyway.

Don't worry. The Pentagon has you covered. Don't they, mister?

Some people 'go crazy' messing with this stuff.

No - Third Temple from space here! No - 'and from here they shall go out no more.'

Any Rave Music Festivals back on where you are?

I Tried But Am Going To FAIL

I tried, honestly, I did try. 

I've been avoiding - well, trying to avoid - talking about this 'meeting' I just had with a friend from you-know-where...

So, I've just come from a live Zoom thing with JES the supremely-talented NY 'trance/dance' DJ, Sunday very 'late nite' style down here. And part of the conversation there bounces off one of the track titles: 'Why We're Broke!' LOL

JES, super-talented house, trance music DJ
from NY. Tends not to drink alcohol - mostly
lime-infused water...

Meanwhile, the day before, one of our long-term 'colleagues' in this space right here (Ssh, don't tell anyone) - one 'Bill Smith' - has just sent me over literally a full case of select Australian Shiraz.

...Here I am then, eyes a bit bleary already without even having had a drop at all yet, and with a Hardy's Shiraz (recent vintage) in one hand, blindly walking around the city streets but near to the Fujitsu HO here (damn, have I given something away again? Never mind), because that was the 'co-ordinates,' and suddenly this black BMW M3 pulls up next to me, and the white-gloved Korean driver slides his window down and tells me 'get in.' 'Please.' 'Sir.'

So I get in the rear because that door popped open and who should be in there, inside the very dark space in there despite it is morning, albeit overcast, and there are bush fires raging on the hills so the air is full of toasted eucalyptus and wattle smoke... ...who should be right in there but you-know-someone-who-I-wasn't-sure-which-one-of-what.

And we go round the block exactly just one time and stop not very far from where I had been to begin with and she gets out and I get out, and we walk down a little side-alley to a private dining room place with black wrought iron gates, basically it is a place off Queen Street.

It's not any of the public places or any known places, but a private room behind all of those.

Anyway, we are seated by this kid - effectively - must have been eighteen.

This is the actual place, but right down
the side-alley there, past more, much larger
and heavier gates...

He's all dressed up like a Paris waiter. Nice gear. Not tight like they do with all of the fake 'bespoke' suits nowadays.

Gel this, jelly that. It's all 'gels and jellies' with these people. Not complaining, very tasty, but not um, 'Bjorn Bull-Hansen out in the woods wild-men' meals...

But then, all of a sudden, we are plated up with deep sea thick white flaked fish Almondine, but I sense something 'out of the box' with just two mouthfuls and I had to go 'hey hey hey nah nah nah, wait a minute - what is this? What have you done with this sauce?'

Was just ridiculously mind-bogglingly outstandingly good and different, although sort of 'the same' too so that you could rapaciously enjoy it without worrying that it was something so different.

What was going on with this sauce?? Wasn't anything herb-y making any difference. It was the alcohol in the buttery creme fraiche with what was it - lemon wine vinegar as well...? And then they stuck some deep fried battered salt-and-pepper squid on the side with clove spicy plum and wine confit thing, whatever. 

So this old old guy comes out, old French guy, and says 'just some limited supply house brand vermouth and three kinds of pepper and three kinds of melted cheese. And I roasted the almonds in truffle-infused farmhouse olive oil.'

This is the honey Almondine sauce.
Just as good, but slightly different again.

And then the Hardy's of course. You wouldn't think 'with fish' but yeah, it does work - quite light, soft, very drinkable right now.

"Do you know why we are here celebrating?" She asks me at length.

"Nope. Why?"

"Do you know what day it is?"

Shook my head. I didn't know what day it was, other than 'Monday.' So I said "Monday? It's Monday?"

"Yes it is, John. It is Monday, 19 April - Perth Regatta Day."

"Oh." That did surprise me because I talked about this incident of local history to people every now and then to remind them all about the folklore of our history here to do with it and that even the pretty decent Wiki entry was not altogether complete of an account. But, hey, a few odd souls in the Australian Labor Party would know which day it all was 'on' way back in history now -, 1876. Not me, shame on me too. Well, I did know now.

She raised her eyebrows and her glass of Bill's Shiraz.

Mr Deeds: 'You are very sneaky."
"Oh jes, I am, berry berry sneaky."

"To Bill Smith," she toasted.

"Bill Smith.' I concurred.

"To Admiral John Boyd O'Reilly." She added.

And we readily drank again.

"You'll be able to find your own way home, yes? I have to leave now."

"Oh okay. Sure. Is there dessert?"

...And coffee. There was coffee. And other things I'm not going to tell you about.

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: