What Is Fake, What Is Not

As soon as anyone with a major public profile gets involved in anything, it will turn up all over the media soon enough.

Kesha and Demi Lovato and Sammy Hagar and Irish actress Roma Downey and thankfully, those others who have managed to still remain incognito (so far) - all of them, pull media attention into things, and what that typically means is that others jump onto the bandwagon.

So, you will find quite a few people talk about what goes on at Joshua Tree, and most of it however, is bad information. There even are one or two very large performing acts, musicians and artists and stage and movie producers, who run big commercial shows in L.A. where they promote this idea of 'sound baths.'

What goes on in the room,
beside the 'White Room.' It starts off like this.

It is a fact that the billionaire Howard Hughes was one of the seminal investors in the Joshua Tree 'Dome' - which is a kind of meditation facility, superficially.

Anyone here who is part of the team, will know that we have files about Howard Hughes and why he went into hiding and the 'legend' among those who were interfacing with Noah Dietrich, that Hughes had found some way to escape death. You know it, those of you I am talking directly to, and I know it. Some of you actually asked me, remember, if... ...whether. LOL

Anyway -, if we jump past all of that nonsense.

I am prepared to reveal what really, the 'Dome' facility does and literally provide you, with the actual base technique here, right here.

What the public sees is not what goes on there. You cannot go there, and listen to the lectures and spend the night on those mats and all that - and expect to 'see' glowing orbs of light!

If you go to the Sigur Ros performances in L.A. you will see lots of glowing lights and even orbs and lightning and so on - but it's all electronic and electrical technology; it isn't ET Aliens visiting you.

For the public, you can go listen to people making a lot of sounds with big glass bowls - aka 'sound baths.'

But that is not going to do anything.

This sign out at Joshua Tree has a two-fold
meaning: it means 'please stay quiet' and
to those special guests 'don't talk about it...'

If I say to you 'imagine' then it is meaningless, really. This is just someone 'imagining,' then; using their powers of making stuff up in their heads.

If I say 'think about the color red' this is slightly different, because, depending on how good you are at 'thinking red' then there are specific track-able patterns going on inside your brain.

Now sure, okay, maybe there are one or two more critical things to this, but your own common sense will tell you that you can 'ascend' inside your own actual brain frequency signal patterns, up through the standard list of 'colors' until you reach the ultra-violet...

You must, have extremely good headphones on, or else massive speaker boxes with great audio amplifiers to 'get' the effects of this - but this, down below, is an actual 'sound bath.'

Now I already just gave away one critical thing here.

...But if you refer to Spielberg's documentary(!) 'Close Encounters' - you will note the orbs precede the material spacecraft. And there are really good reasons for that.  

They go through the whole nine yards - and by the time 'things are ready' they're all totally 'out of it.'

Takes hours and hours, aerial silks, temperature control, deuterium oxide in the air, brain wave monitoring until the people's stupid 'inner talking' just shuts down completely - you can literally 'read it' off the monitor screens.

And then, then. Then the magic happens. No one gets scared at this point if someone actually 'turns up.' You think you can handle it, right? You can't. Not when you are actually confronted with the reality of it.

In two thousand years, all other things being equal, will the Pyramids still be there anyway, just by dint of 'natural wear and tear?'

So, they are coming down. Under all circumstances eventually they will. Better now though. Better sooner than later. And there are good reasons.

Get used to the idea. You will be among the very very few on the planet.

'Who Are You, O Great Mountain'

"Who are you, O great mountain? Before Zerubbabel you shall become a plain! And he shall bring forth the capstone with shouts of 'Grace! Grace to it!' " Zech. 4: 6-7.

"The hands of Zerubbabel have laid the foundations of this house; his hands shall also complete it. ...The seven are the eyes of the Lord, which range through the whole Earth." Zech. 4:9-14.

Now how can someone who laid the foundations - whether of Babylon, or the Great Pyramid, depending on what you might wish to suppose (except let's put this to bed once and for all: the Bible EXPLICITLY says 'Behold this is a great mystery, for this Babylon, which is also EGYPT...' Okay? Got it? Doesn't matter that 'Zerubbabel' the name means 'a stranger in Babylon' - what we are to take from this is that the key secular civilization we need to worry about is in Egypt, and it is evident that there has been a destruction of Egypt, with its power having been scattered - and this is turned into a metaphor about 'Moses and the Exile' in the hands of scribes down through the centuries).

- How can someone who laid the foundations of the Ancient Great Pyramid, taking that as the 'Great House,' be expected to 'finish the work with his own hands?'

These and many other questions, shall not be answered here, any time soon. LOL

At least certainly not unless you are MBS, and you can smash a million bucks down on top of the barrel. And that would be just because I'm a funny guy and I like humor.

Man, these kinds of things are worth more than someone's life!

Hah! These things are more precious than mountains of gold!

Who cares that you have the world's biggest cruising yacht, or the biggest oil reserves on the planet...

I laugh at you!

"Consider the lilies of the field (weren't actual lilies, though, probably poppies) how they grow; they toil not neither do they spin: yet I tell you, that even Amenhotep III in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these."

The passages before and after this particular statement deal directly with the meaning of the Great Pyramid and surrounding objects - but these are very highly occult passages that require explaining from those who know exactly what the words are referring to.

This is not the place nor the time to go into any of these matters - but the question was posed in one of the earlier articles here: 'Do any ancient prophecies say the Pyramids will be destroyed?'

As the sun shines from one horizon to the other across the whole sky, you will know...

You will indeed know. ...It's not about some penny ante little tin-pot 'Sanhedrin portable tent!' ...Whose curtains were rent from top to bottom. Big Deal! We are talking THE Temple, dudes!! 

Jerusalem 'lilies.'

The BIG HOUSE - PHARAON. That's 'the Temple;' that's the only temple God is interested in destroying. Sure, sure, the stupid Synagogue pathetic 'temple' too, back then; why not. But we are talking THE TEMPLE - for otherwise 'not a God-level thing!' He (well let's just say 'He' for now...) is not a five minute guy. He's long-term and He will wear your stupidity out over many lifetimes until you least expect it.

Don't get caught up in modern 'brand name' religious edicts and 'teachings.' They are all rubbish.

If someone cures a deaf man, that is a good person that does that, and the power they have is from a good source. For 'from the fruit thereof shall you know and understand the nature of the tree.' It's as simple as that. Stop going around 'looking for' the Anti-Christ; there's thousands of them. Stop going around pointing fingers and saying 'sinner/sin/repent.' People hardly know what they are to repent for and my first suggestion as to what they might 'repent of,' if they had their brains screwed in properly, is sheer utter, bloody-minded idiocy and stupidity.

Repent of that first (if that's what you are doing). And then you can worry about all the other 'evil wicked' stuff preachers want to shove in your face.

 

The Kids At Joshua Tree

Here is the interview - or at least YouTube Vlog discussion - between Kesha and Demi Lovato from four months ago.

Dr Seuss 'cityscape' image

In it, Demi Lovato makes brief mention of an Alien cityscape being reminiscent of a Dr. Seuss cartoon image. If you make it a realistic 'view' and not a painted one, and bear in mind the human mind will 'read into' the unique innovative (to it) angles and architectural shapes that it 'sees,' and process those through it's recent memory of 'cities,' then this is a pretty fair enough description of one particular culture (species' building styles), if you leave in the multi-colors, and the 'exotic' towers stylization, but have it all made using very sleek construction techniques and out of super-advanced materials we do not have here on Earth right now.

This image on the right, is a cartoon drawing and a caricature-style pictorial from 'Dr Seuss,' but it would serve as a basic description - 'think 'surface colors 'metallic-plastic' and shiny and 'spun' or 'brushed'/'anodized.'

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.