So, Netlix is shoving this new, latest, 'drama series' at its market, with Nicole Kidman playing some Russian 'meditation expert' or Guru, called 'Masha.'
Well 'Masha' is quite obviously Maria Viktorovna (I mean, they have stolen her identity totally!), and I can assure you 'Masha' (aka Maria, our Maria) is no 'one time Russian businesswoman.' She is a real-time Baltimore (lol, no comment for those who have already read any of our material about 'Baltimore academics...') highly successful businesswoman and quite an actress in her own right. In fact, she is recognized as the one at the top of her game. So I'm not sure what Netfix is trying to play at here.
Real 'Masha' - Maria Viktorovna, really super-talented lady.
She is not actually a 'working actress/celebrity' in the standard industry sense, but she is an expert 'coach.' ...Of people acting in roles. If you know what I mean.
I hope Netflix is intending to pay some royalties or something to our 'Masha.'
Ah, of course they won't.
The art though, of cointel, is being able to lead someone a long long way up a garden path, when they think they are following you and that you don't know that they are. And then, right at the end, when you turn around and say, 'yeah you know, I knew you were following from back at that McDonald's that morning you were having breakfast before you actually went to work that day, you know, following...' ...they are incredulous and simply cannot believe it. And they won't believe it, and they don't believe it, all the way up until the traps all spring shut too. And even then they go: 'what happened?!'
Or even better, there is no trap but you turned out to have been somewhere completely else all along, and yet they had followed, someone.
And ended up were you were exactly not.
I wouldn't bother watching this Netlix thing. It's rubbish, and will give you wrong impressions about a lot of things.
Yes there are 'meditation centers' out there in Byron Bay. And yeah, the big one is owned by the long-time, though now separated wife of quiet Australian multi multi multi millionaire Michael Edgley, who yeah, well, is pretty much associated with the Kremlin at every possible albeit benign level...
Netlix 'Masha.' ...Did we post some pics of this facility a few months ago? Eeeer, did we? Can't remember. lol...
LOL
(I cannot stop chuckling these days, it's like shooting fish in a barrel).
Still, shouldn't be over-confident, right?
But Jeni Edgley is not some weirdo, 'ex-Russian businesswoman,' either. She's an astute successful businesswoman with a track-record of innovation and management successes.
And yeah too -, so she has a daughter called 'Sasha.'
Masha, Sasha, Dasha. Russian nicknames, right?
If you were just some casual viewer, the impression that you are going to get from this latest 'drama series' from Netflix, is that all of these 'meditation centers' are just plain weird and stoopid and going there will drive you crazy, not de-stress you(!). And the owners will be arrested by the cops, or the Feds.
Uh-huh.
So, there you go. Sorry, Olivia, down there in Costa Rica. And Masha up there in Baltimore. And oh, Sveta somewhere else, and Syuzi in NYC leading that 'fitness group' with their 'aerial silks and hammocks' and whatnot.
LOLOLOL
You're all gonna get arrested for something. I DK what but for something, anyway. They'll think of something. Eating a ham sandwich without a Sharia licence, maybe.
Everyone should have a Browning and take it with them wherever they go...
All of you guys like guns. And toys. Bang Bang. ...Guns. Yeah!
LOL
I have one - look:
'Into the street, the Piper stept,
Smiling first a little smile,
As if he knew what magic slept,
In his quiet pipe the while;
Then, like a musical adept,
To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,
And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled,
Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled;'
Et cetera et cetera - it goes on a bit, and then -
'From street to street he played advancing,
And step for step they followed dancing,
Until they came to the river Weser
Wherein all plunged and perished!
Save one who, stout as Julius Caesar,
Swam across and lived to carry,
(As the manuscript he cherished),
To Rat-land home his commentary:'
al-Tusi
Huh?
What is this? Methinketh sore but that it do hath the strain of one Nasir al-Tusi al-Din about it.
...Without whose having carried many books under his own cloak and arm, across a river when the Mighty Khan burned down the Grand Library... ...we should none of us have Euclid or the Pythagorean Theroem up to this day.
And the salt? What is this?
The salt that is sprinkled upon the candle flame? Really?
Why?
But why?
I do not know anyone who 'sprinkles salt upon a candle flame.'
Although of course, we have discussed how certain kinds of salt burns blue and purple, in the fires...
Lucky old Robert Browning did not openly discuss anything about 'adult marshmallows,' yeah?
For that would be taking mere 'co-incidence' a few leagues too far.
LOL
And but did he though?
Did they even have marshmallows back then? Oh dear. They were invented a long time ago - we do not know by whom (I do, of course, but I cannot say...) - although the Ancient Egyptians had them as early as 2000 BC.
Although back then, 'the treat was reserved for gods and royalty.' ...Wonder who knows the actual recipe for that, though - now.
What?
What?
Calvin - what the hell are you going on about this time?!
Let's go into the 'inner sanctum' of that 'fusion center' in Singapore, where the CIA conducts most of its current active strategic assessments. Pretty much is right towards the rear area of the main Martin Marietta 'advanced materials research' facility off Pasir Panjang Road in Queenstown...
In there we shall find a complete listing - in some kind of 'assessed order' - of the world's most dangerous individuals.
Expensive Champagne time soon...
If you leave out the private names on there, whom you have never heard of but who 'do things,' mostly in various science research facilities of Universities here and there, and just look at the political and military leaders - we shall find one name pretty high up although not where I placed it here.
This individual is Ismail Haniyeh, chief of Hamas.
He gets his money through Qatar... ...through Qatari banks.
Where he gets it all I'm sure I cannot say, because after all, here prolly ain't the place to go that deeply into these particular things.
Would the CIA itself at the very top-most official levels know, though, where he does get it all from?
Well, no. Exactly not!
Hah! What, do you think they hold all the cards as far as actual deep intel goes these days?
They don't hold even any useful cards for just right now. That can all change of course.
A little bit less 'wokey-mon' BS and a little more application, and even this present iteration of 'Rhodes scholar-types...' ...might work it all out plenty fast enough, as soon as the pressure goes on.
Not quite the way I would make it or eat it, but it's good enough for a pic for here just to look at.
But I guess the real problem is not 'when' the pressure goes on, but after how many lives now, are about to be lost all over the place, will the pressure be sufficient to move things around sufficiently so that they all wake up in there and start banging the desks. Harder, if let's presume, some already will be doing that and then being 'escorted out' if not actually physically, then certainly by eyebrow raises.
Ah well, 'and so it goes.'
LOL
So. Y'all think I was joking when I ran this flag up the flag-pole a few weeks ago about not hanging around Singapore...
How many lives...
I could tell you things about 'Singapore..' Big fellows and some tough women from the local Feds would smash my door down though if I did, and I ain't even an ABC journalist!
...I did know Bob Ellis, though - so that counts.
Hey, I don't care. I really don't. It needs to be that I am wrong, and the FBI and the Aus Feds and whoever damn hell else thinks they are God's own assholes, well they need to be right, and they are not right. And they are going to get burned, ly 'as siddiq!
And so then what? LOL
I told you fellas who read this from your stoopid offices in you-know-where places. You come see me, I don't go to you, and when you come, you do it over broken glass on your knees - and with bags filled with cash, at least as much cash as y'all took out in the backs of those 'transport planes' where the dogs were supposed to go... Otherwise fuck you and I mean it too. You try something 'smart' now and I'll kick your brains in so hard they will reach the backs of your baggy pants. And you know what - I might do that anyway because don't imagine in your own worst nightmares that I don't know where the bombs are and where they will be going 'cuz I do.
Nice. Is nice for us old men.
Ismail Haniyeh is the third most dangerous individual in the world, because if he acted any time soon, then a lot of houses of cards would all fall, around the globe.
It is unlikely, in my own personal view, that Xi would make moves on Taiwan just to exploit the Biden context right now.
Though he will later. If he's around, later.
I could care less at this point.
I am only saying any of these things to point out to the tiny tiny handful of readers remaining here, after the 'UFO' flap was swiped off the table when the Pentagon 'analysis' did its job of keeping the funding for the Martin Marietta (certainly, part MM Inc.,) radar equipment (all of the bits and pieces inside those big over-built cabinets) - firmly in place - to point out to you, just who exactly holds some big cards here.
C'est moi.
N'est-ce pas? But even now some of you are still not sure. You literally want to see the dead people before you too wake up.
Wakey wakey.
It is what it is.
This here, right here, is the only show in town, folks. All of these fools wielding cash money and Fed money and high tech (so they think, it's 'high tech') rubbish around and making noise on CNN for the last ten viewers there (plus Laura Ingraham who watches just for material to take and make fun of on her own show at Fox)... SMH
But I don't care about geopolitics. I've already said so. And I've explained why I'm even touching on all of this nonsense at all, and only just for the moment...
It's a distraction tactic.
If 'they' do not know where you are, where you are 'operating,' well how are they going to interfere or stop you? Cannot; cannot be done.
Nice bit of shawl.
...And then when we 'skip away at the turn,' as racing parlance says, the race will be already over for the rest.
Oh yeah. Shame though -, me and thee will be sitting in some darkened alleyway, counting the dollars in our hands, while the rest of the world will be burning down in hot flames all around.
Much, not necessarily most, of the rest of the world.
'Prepping? You don't need to do that. Just keep your brain in reasonable working order. Never stick your hands up for the ball before the ball is even there to grab.
So let's see, eh. As my Nicole once said, from off a script - 'it won't happen overnight, but it will happen.' Or was it Rachel Hunter though, first? Yeah, it was Rachel Hunter.
Will. Happen. Got it? But you won't learn any lessons. Because you are dumb as houses. And speaking of houses - anyone want to bet me the whole of London Town to a house brick over this?
Time frames though, right? You want time frames.
Hey but, I have to just say, this is not about calling people chumps after they had a little 'failing' happen on them aka Afghanistan. Because I have been on about the 'brothers' for a long time.
But how can you, you folk in the active sections of intel these days, not at least close the financial transit routes of all of the terrorist dollars going to all of those networks?? I mean seriously?
Can you be that damn dumb and reckless and irresponsible?
Ismail Haniyeh - Hamas leader.
Of course we know why, those of us anywhere even vaguely near the inside of stuff. You gutless shrimps.You pathetic weak-minded, loser, gutless shrimps.
And then tomorrow. And then the next tomorrow after that 'an all. Pathetic sad losers.
You know, what makes it all the worse for me, is this was never the place for that kind of animus that I expressed everywhere above.
Has to be said now though, because of the blood. And it's all on your hands.
All. Don't blame those idiots in the black turbans. They are actual idiots - you all went to Universities and crawled up your career ladders. Well, I guess though you're used to being on your knees. ...Is anything dawning in your tiny little brains though? Probably not.
Because I am not just someone who criticizes, oh ye of tiny brains - especially since, as you will observe I have been banging on about this for a while, and then, this thing happened, as shall all the rest - which means you ought to realize that most probably I have the solutions too. You won't even have to stop making money 'building' and 'training' ghost warriors... Not my problem however, and I am not actually offering. Because 1. I don't like you, and 2. I can make more money without you now anyway. ...So that only leaves the 'innocents' and those who are reading here have their eyes wide opened now! And that there is the beginning and the end of my responsibility. Get the hell out of where I told you to get out of. If there is anyone still left there from 'the old team.' The game plan is ladies handbags, and Germany, and Switzerland, and make them there. Not even China. India is India, never has changed as you know.
At the present time there are more and more and ever more things about which we cannot speak just now.
Yet, my desire and wish has always been, to impart to you some small lamp with which you may feed the darkness of the night from its light, and through which your feet will find safe steps in which to walk.
With this clearly in view, I shall now explain to you some secrets of the Persian poet, Ferdowzi.
The Sacred Scribe, the Praise-worthy One. Ferdowzi.
I heap praise upon his name! For he is praise-worthy indeed. He is ever-living and cannot see the corruption of this world - for at first he descended from the world above, and to thence has he returned, possibly... ...forever more.
Hear now, the words of Qasem Ferdowzi Tusi ('Ferdowzi' is a name that means 'he that has come from Paradise'):
'From suffering man becomes free. The drop of rain, because of going through the confinement of a shell, becomes a pearl.
'If your wealth has not remained, your head remains in its place. Once the cup becomes empty, it will become fully again.'
See you now, a great door before you. Behind which all the treasures of the world are laid, upon the cold ground, ready to be picked up, by whomsoever is fortunate enough to know and to understand the way of the opening, of those great and austere doors, which are guarded by a mighty Captain of Ifreet.
It is related, by Mustafa the son of the third cousin of Mirza Shah Akbar, the student of Ali Abbas Khan the Magnificent - a true and strong narration, upheld by many learned scholars - the following:
...that one day, Ferdowzi was in his bath, when a great king conveyed to him a thousand coins as his promised reward for the making of a grand poem filled with magical spells; yet the king deceived upon his own word, and substituted silver coins for those gold ones that he had promised, where upon learning this, from his servant of the bath, he bestowed the whole entire lot of those thousand silver coins to the servant, and merely laughed, himself, remaining in his bath to enjoy its warm waters.
For such are the great joys and treasures of the place from which Ferdowzi has come, and that is his home, that he regards the treasures of this world but a trifling thing, even greatly to be despised.
But to you, oh listener, dim the lights that are in your inner rooms, and harken now to these mysterious spell-words of Ferdowzi, and learn them well, as you peer into the flame of your solitary oil lamp to make out whether it is an imp in there only, or mayhaps, it is the claw of the Saena imr'ul qais! The eagle of the Mighty King of Heaven!
For where the body is, there the eagles gather...
Say these words then, and await the creaking open of the mighty iron gates of the treasuries of the unseen world.
Ifa-ta-ya! Sim Sim!
Sameena watana!
Say, say these words. Read! Read! Read!
Fifty whole bucks, apparently!
For no sooner than that the light of thine own Earthly lamp fails thee in thine inner room, but that the light of the Barzakh opens unto thee...
Seek you minstrels of heavenly abodes?
Desire thee maidens covered in Turkish silk and adorned with jewels, whose arms are like scented amber, and whose limbs are warm and luxuriant?
Crave ye the delights of such otherworldly company, whose merest whispers into your ear provoke the racing of thine heart?
For who can composed even one verse like unto these?!
My friends, see you Truth but only the one time, and you cannot come back from there.
'Theo - band.' ...Or, if you go to the Persian, to the 'Shahnameh' of Ferdowsi, it is about some 'hero' who bound ('band' in Farsi) the 'dewa' (IE demon) and used it (the demon) for his own purposes... Which is maybe not what the Deobandis want to say that they are doing, except it's what I would say they are, and then, if I said that to 'the team' I would get thrown out of there. Which I don't want to be... You know, because after all - science. And there's no 'Djinn.'
Armchair quarter-backing right here, about the Taliban.
Oh no brothers! Alhumdulillah! Everything is Arabic! God is Arabic!
Actually, alhumdulillah, I'm glad you asked. We have received council approval and we are building a masjid here in Manhattan and we just need you to donate another 3 million dollars. That is all we need...
'Masjid' - place of prostration.
So did Jesus 'pray?'
Show me the word 'prayer' in the Bible. As applied to what Jesus ever did.
He never 'prayed.' He threw a tantrum once though, which has been mistranslated, misquoted and taken out of context (I am using the standard phraseology that you will always hear from Muslim apologists)
He... threw... a... pros-euchomai. Tantrum.
He 'really desired,' something, and -, threw a tantrum about it.
Anyway, back to the Deobandis.
That's how you can tell a real cognac, dude.
Mualana Muhammad Qasim Nanautavi, formed what is today called 'the Taliban.' Taliban does not mean 'students;' it means guys with tulip-colored bands on their heads.
Nanautavi (1832 - 1880) comes from the standard (I want to use a swear-word here but I shall not), er, sophist school of people, basically same as those who brought ancient Athens to total ruination and what you have in Washington today. They'll sell your mother as long as it lines their own pockets. They cannot sell their own mothers - not really, anyway - because they sold those all off a long time ago already.
Using the skills that are the stock-in-trade of all sophists, he, Nanautavi, went on public debate/fights with British and Indian and all kinds of 'thinkers.' Hindus, atheists, other Muslims, everyone...
If you go to Wikipedia - which is basically a propaganda platform and tool of whoever has the money and the energy to go and manipulate the thing - you will find the following (let us read, and laugh together):
On 8 May 1876, Muhammad Nanautavi came to a 'Fair of God Consciousness' held on the estates of a prominent Indian 'Zamindar' (wealthy land-owner), where he stated the position of Islam, and where a priest explained the Trinity in a strange manner (I'm just using the exact wording in Wiki here), saying that in a line is found three attributes (even this word is heavily Islamically-biased because it is a word straight out of hadith language and not any Western philosophical text)...
Anyway, back to the 'three attributes:' length, breadth, and depth. (And Wiki goes on then...) ...the said Maulawi Sahib confuted it promptly.
Whereupon thousands of Muslims raised a huge cry and the whole thing descended into a scene of violence and bloodshed.
You know, with the swish 'bug out' kit, I want the hot girl who cleans the car, you know, the one that goes with the kit, right?
And that pretty much, began what then became the 'Rebellion of 1857' characterized as the 'Indian' Rebellion, which was not 'Indian' at all - which was in fact the Muslim Rebellion, and then the Battle of Shamli and general war and all of this, 'civil' and every other kind you can think of -, and which has basically not ever stopped since.
The Taliban never stopped 'fighting' and they fought with everyone, included themselves as you will recall when the Lion of Kandahar (there's actually dozens of these in history) Ahmad Shah Massoud fought Gulbuddin Hekmatyar and a whole bunch of others (so-called 'war-lords' whereas in fact they are better termed 'war-idiots') too, while apparently fighting the Russians as they departed anyway...
So, that's what that's all about.
And if you can understand what it is all about, well you're a lot smarter than me.
Now I'm really really struggling to get to you who come here very foolishly, I suppose, and read all of this -, well it must be absolute worthless nonsense... ...but hey, maybe not though, because I have to tell you, that going on the 'analytics' we are actually getting way more views and reads than all of the CNN vids on Youtube over several months together!
Wow.
I'm so stupid though, I cannot manage to 'monetize' for you yet.
Shame. If only I knew really, how that all worked. Maybe I need some geniuses like the Taliban and someone like Maulana Muhammad Qasim Nanutavi to teach me - you know, 'success.'
Or maybe Joe Biden, maybe. He's amazing. He's a success even though he's the biggest lunatic failure you've ever seen in your life.
Guys like me are just livin' in the past, see.
Oh. I'm so grateful and looking forward to this new world coming, where such lunacy will be rewarded when the super advanced ET Aliens, right, will give Joe and Kamala and whoever else nails their colors to that flag, that Black Flag of Khorasan twisted up with the red flag of Beijing - 'shared agency.'
Okay seriously, I just almost choked laughing.
Here we are, trying to gather a few things together to help a few disabled kids and their parents and carers, and mess about with very stoopid but fun 'ideas and propositions' about little blue/gray skinned (The Shauaniya, as the Navaho call them) not-Earth people coming here in their fancy little glowing thing-ys, for what reason (they are doing that) I'm sure I cannot say.
I mean seriously, do you think, for instance, if, instead of the Taliban leader, we had the same or even anywhere near the same 'platform' do you seriously think I could not 'evidence' an Alien or several including their 'flying-around' things?
If I couldn't do that, I would have to shut up. People would say - and they would be entitled to say it: 'you're a jerk. Shut up and go away.'
What we would like to do, is have some to sell, and one for everyone who has sent money. That's the plan.
And I'd have to do that.
Okay okay, but let's take a step back a little.
What if, what if, we managed still, yet in all, to actually pull a few things together and help a few really sorry families and kids and stuff.
Well then, do you think, under those circumstances, I could not 'evidence' any of those things just for you?
See, at this point I don't have to throw a tantrum, and anyway; not you and not me - we are not 'Jesus.' And no one is planning to 'crucify us' just yet - as far as I know.
So hey, maybe just sneakily, I could organize something, just for thee.
'For in those days, as in the days of Elijah, know you not that there were many widows who besought the help of God, but at that time as now, only one of them did Elijah go to, and give the lamp to her alone, which never ran out.'
Got to keep things a bit quiet, though.
Which is why I thoroughly recommend a really good set of over-the-ear headphones for this. So that other unsuspecting people around you are not going to hear it. You're just never going to 'get it' anyway unless you have that. And even then, it will take two, three, maybe even more hearings to follow the flow...
