One day, you get a slip of paper left under your front door, and it says 'this evening, you will receive another slip of paper on your work desk.'
So you laugh and then go check your cashmere sweater drawer to see if the girl has stolen some of them... But nope.
The mainstream news distracts you with fairy tales about nothing at all, really, and in the evening, you've at first forgotten, but then you go get your Amal Clooney personally hand picked and hand roasted coffee beans, grind them and make some coffee and head for your desk!
There's nothing there as far as you can tell at first, but then, underneath your desktop computer at the side, there is a folded slip of rice-paper. You extract it and unfold it, and there are words in there, in Satsuma Cherry-colored ink, and they read: 'Eat this right away.'
So you pop the thing into your mouth and it tastes pretty okay, actually, and you fully consume it, as it melts away like rice paper does do...
And next thing, right in front of your eyes a bar of pure gold appears on your desk!
You know what a small bar that size is worth and it is about oh, um, three grand.
So you drink lots of cognac all that night and next morning you shave for real with the best Taylor of Old Bond Street shaving cream, and then splash on the Roja Dove Enigma aftershave, and you pick out the most austere cashmere sweater... ...right? And you plan to take the bar and head straight off to the place to exchange it for cash - and then you stop.
Hang on, hang on! You tell yourself. What the heck happened here?? This might be the very first and last time ever, this whacky thing happens - and if I keep the bar, one day someone might be able to scan it and check it and find some answers, about where it really came from, what process was used to make it, even other weird, amazing things, possibly... Like how it just 'appeared' there.
If I traded it out now for cash, I wouldn't have the thing.
Maybe I just wait another day and see if another piece of paper gets slipped under the door. Then, maybe I could have another bar, and then get to keep one and sell one.
Wow, wouldn't that be great.
So now I tell you a terrible horrible thing: no problem. Happens just like that, next night, another bar. N-o-o-o-o... ...problem.
Real problem is - the same thing happens to a bunch of other folk. They get 'magical gold bars' too. Next thing you know, gold is worthless after a while when the Borg Elite finds out just what has been going on! And then, they come after us with guns and knives and other bad stuff.
So what am I waiting for now, to be slipped under the door - tonight, we send you a battalion of well-trained, heavily armed 'Imperial Stormtroopers' from Star Wars central casting, but real actual soldier casting?
This is a kind of metaphysical, 'etiology.' The narratives of logical cause and effect. Which in this case are also 'metaphysical pathology.' The exact same style of dynamic occurs in basic materialism, in enterprise, entrepreneurship, capitalism; there are always hierarchies of comparative priority and relative values at play.
About a month or so ago, I got this information from some Chinese, that possibly - no certainty about it - but 'possibly,' Elon Musk was buying up these 'Mars planet Australian two dollar coins.'
Oris 'Big Crown' mostly all just 'gold-plated' - still nice though... |
I kept a watch on the market, and they were around $35 when I first looked and then some went up to $65 in a couple of weeks. The very next week there were none at all for sale on eBay and the quoted price being asked for a few on offer on specialist sites was $3,000.
Accurate and correct knowledge of the future is much more valuable than immediate 'gold in your hand' because of the metaphysical problem of etiology, which is exactly the same problem you are going to confront anyway, in 'hard core materialism.'
Those people who figure - obstinately, and arrogantly - that they can 'outsmart,' or 'trick' other people, or even 'fate,' you can call it, are the people who, unlike Jeffrey Epstein, end up in a jail cell and kill themselves or get killed for real.
I could not possibly have been any more explicit than I already have been, when it comes to talking about applying the same 'sick think' to the question of actual - and actually advanced - ET Aliens. Unless you do know what their aims and objectives really are -, if you go around, and carry on like you will have all the answers, or 'carry on regardless,' same as you always ever did - then you are in for a very rude awakening at some point.
And why is it a problem now today, when clearly, these guys have been around since forever?
Because, we know better, we do know more; as in, more things. We have better precision scientific instruments, better materials manufacture ourselves than we ever did previously.
The reason governments do not, have not, as a general rule, held out a formal 'welcome mat,' given that they have indeed 'known for a long time now' the reality - is that 'responsible people' have been taking themselves and everyone else up this garden path of 'realism' for an equally long time too and they can't walk it back easily now.
'Realism' that does not confront the etiology of critical information - is just desperate lying! It isn't any kind of realism at all.
It is not just about exploiting people, it is about no longer being able to get away with it without the use of force to get their way. Because you can use force and then you can 'get away with it' at least for a while until the whole thing descends into open warfare.
And that is the number one reason I don't just 'hand out contact numbers' here! This is a fight, this is a battle and the thing isn't over yet. And there are people who do not wish 'open warfare,' because for one thing, it isn't necessary, regardless that it wouldn't last very long. The real battle would go on in stealth behind the scenes.
Right now, only a few people have me outlined as 'the enemy.' Or at least 'with the enemy.' But whose enemy? I'm not your enemy.