Watch, Remain Unperturbed

Shortly, right here in these pages, there will be sudden influxes of much larger numbers of people stopping by.

And you will see ridiculously absurd articles, but that could have the effect of making you rush off to raid your own piggy bank.

Well don't do it, right.

What is happening, yes, is bound to alarm some, disturb others, and make some throw themselves into a frenzy.

But just relax, no one is going to miss out. And you are not going to miss out either. On anything which could even vaguely be made public.

Some things are highly dangerous though, aren't they?

It isn't until one is actually confronted with some reality that previously one had considered dubious in the extreme...

I know what's in the thing and it is, absolutely mind-blowing.

For me I find it ever so slightly amusing that literally no one, anywhere across the whole internet makes any kind of statement declaring that they are able to 'produce actual physical meetings with ET Aliens, virtually at will, or at least upon reasonable request.'

Given that everyone (else) you know is simply an 'expert,' right...

LOL

I am making that statement here though.

Hmn, water. Nice. No bubbles...
Wa? Where's my bubbles Charlie?

You're not going to miss out on anything but let me tell you something very brutal - these 'beings' are extremely dangerous.

This is not some silly escapade that the US government woke up one morning and decided it was going to pull you, the tax-paying citizen, along for a tax-dollar funded ride over.

This is not something the whole entire panoply of the FBI can take on 'with their drum machine guns in hand and say - ' come out with your hands up, you are completely surrounded.'

I am sure a lot of you are still saying to yourselves: 'he's crazy or he's joking (badly),' or both.

Nah but I'm not joking, see.

I could be crazy but then so what?

Anyway, all I'm really saying is be prepared to read a few head twisting things in these pages quite soon; I don't exactly know how 'quite soon' but rather soon, I would guess.

And soon, too, there will be this year's NYC 'Met Arts Museum' gala. It is going to take place in a couple of weeks from now.

Eva Longoria will be there and her costume - or dress, or fashion, whatever you want to call it - will be the leading one in this year's theme of 'America and New Identity.'

How do I know she will be there? And how do I know all the rest of it?

Because I know that's how I know.

Collaboration between Rolls Royce and an
Argentine fragrance company -
smells like the inside of a Roller.
Except it would not be that one the
local 'Incogniti' cricket team captain drove
around in - because that was oh, dear me,
cricket balls and creams and sweat and...

The 'VIP guest list' is not published anywhere of course. Way too risky what with one thing or the other.

Me, if I were invited - which I can never see myself as being, thank goodness - I would go wearing a ghutra or shemagh and a thawb.

But then, I prolly would have it hand cut by Davide Taub... ...of Savile Row.

Hey, by the way - all of you should be able to quickly identify where the 'cutting' of a hand-made suit or sports jacket happened.

You should be easily able to pick out Shanghai (laser pattern cutting) typical Shanghainese styles, virtually always, which will include that old school black black Japanese modern royal court style as well as the over broad French styles - from that modern far too tight London stupidity... and of course, there is always the tension between the Neapolitan styles and the Milanese and Florentine modes.

This one here is quite obviously my eternally favorite French style.

There is this place in Europe, right, where if you went certain times of the year, you would think there was some huge engineer's convention on or something - but it's a just a bunch of guys all pretending! LOLOLOL.

The place is Milan of course.

Can't half tell it's French. Jeez.

I know some German marketing people who actually convinced their bosses to actually, literally, have a 'stand' out there at those 'special times' just in case there were some real engineers show up. True! I swear!

Today our Russian friends had Cherries Jubilee that I made for them. They all got a bit worried when I set the 'fire-fall' of nutmeg off under their noses.

The fun never ends around here.

...And stop thinking about spending money, goddammit.

I know what you're thinking. Does he have two million readers somewhere, or only five (million of them)?

Well? Do I?

Do I?

Waddya suppose? Are ya feelin' lucky? Huh? 

Huh?

Take a shot at it.

After the fire burns out...

...I like this piece of music coming up next. It's like the Cherries Jubilee - doesn't ever seem like anything too special once you get around the 'setting things on fire again' part; but then, one day, or more likely one evening, you'll be walking down the road on your way to the Paris-origin mistress that your wife insisted that you had (and I do mean that she insisted for you to have and keep...), and all of a sudden this thought pops into your head: 'I think I need some - some, Cherries Jubilee right now. But Valyeryeee takes so long to get dressed up to go out... ...Maybe I just, I just stop by the King's Street little place and see if any of the private chefs are there for any reason... Just to see, you know, if, they might, might want to, set something on fire and that.'

WTF? Valyeryee is there with you-know-who. Damn. WTH?! They are, having damn Cherries Jubilee! And no one told me!

Talk about cherry chapstick. I DK. D'you think Katy will be turning up at the Met this year?

Huh? Huh? Do yer? 

She is Mrs Legolas the Elf these days. I like Orlando a lot. He has really risen in my estimation, given that he was yes, very great in the small roles he had, but they never gave him the outright best 'full length feature' parts, did they. Silly people. He taught them, though. He he. Good for him. In the gym heaps these days. 'Buff,' is that what they say?

So we at least have Hiddleston and Legolas. ...And Mrs Legolas. And there's one or two other women who can cut it on screen.

You sprinkle different spices in there
and it burns different colors...

God if they only had some material to work with. And Hitchcock. Not Vadim, he'd mess with the ladies' heads. Although you have to say, that would still be a thing to watch, in its own right.

This track, below: 'Dasvidaniya.' That's Sanskrit, in case you though it was Russky.

Well, hey! We are all 'nuovo-Bohemian' as in literally French post the head-chopping and all of that, people around here, you know. I was watching that recent tv series about Christine Keeler and John Profumo, and every time 'Stephen Ward' - who was my father's um, nephew? No, my dad's aunt's nephew! Whew. ...Well every time he turns up on the screen I go, 'yeah, well, awright, I suppose.' It is us, the bad side, anyway. Man I could tell you things about that story that will never appear in any movies, or in any newspapers, ever. I'll give you a clue though. Mrs John Prufomo... She never features very much in the 'back story.' What a laugh. From Country Antrim, she was. Where King James went and hid out that time. 

Well?

Do you feel lucky yet? Eh? Who wants to have a shot? Bring the whole *'n Navy with you, right. I mean the UK Navy not the good guys. And not the Russian Navy, either, with all of their gravy. Or is that my gravy - in that advert... I forget. And it doesn't matter. 

Quite Funny At This Point

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.

Who Is Such An One Who Knows These Things

It is but such a one as even thee!

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?!

The Third Most Dangerous Man

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. 

Magical Spells From Ferdowzi

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.