The Aliens' Gift Of Salt

This is a post that will be revisited in a variety of ways over many coming months. Unless the FBI closes us down, of course. But that would okay too, because they would have to come crawling with a whole bunch of bags of cash money.

But for now, for right now this minute, I shall simply draw attention to the 'anonymous' comment in the immediate prior article, regarding 'the vax.' ...Which is something I don't believe I have even hardly ever mentioned before.

Salt steam room.

Not sure why anyone would bother. It's not a big deal to me, frankly!

In fact, I think I am on record here as saying that we are well aware of a massive number of genuine cases of Covid deaths in South Africa. So I'm not personally a strong supporter of totally messing around with this pandemic as though it were not a real thing; it is a real thing 100%.

It's almost like there are people who are paranoid about all kinds of stoopid things.

No one is even going to read any of this stuff here.

But for the tiny rest of the world who does come here, and to other places like this one - here is something that will take your head, and shake it clean off your shoulders, and then re-fit it back on, just for the heck of it.

The Aliens' Gifts Of Salt

Believe me, it is well worth reading that and absorbing it - you don't have to understand it necessarily, just 'absorb' it so that when what happens on the world stage, does happen - as it will - you won't be left going 'WTH??!' 

If we didn't post this right away, then afterwards people would say, hey you knew, why didn't you say?

And beforehand - before anything 'happens' - like, right this second, people who read it will say: 'Aw this can't be right!'

Nic for Chopard. Quite angelic, really.
Not that I'm saying real angels are blonde or red-y-blonde
with white skin and who wear tiaras and stuff.
Tom? What do you think here?
Humans, they get old though, right. They don't stay 
young like this forever. Reminds me of the 'Malcolm
in the Middle' episode and Lois saying: 'If I were ninety years
old, suffering dementia, and sleeping 22 hours a day...'
Some of you will know what that means.

So -, our batting average right now, as all of you know is 1. 'Russian Propaganda Spy Story' (detailed the release in HK of the virus before anyone had ever even heard of it). 2. Q Disclosure - Rainbow Bombs (detailed the 'Havana Syndrome' technology before anyone had ever even heard of it).

Anyone want to bet against the third thing now?

You'll be putting up a million bucks, and I will give you a soggy wet bus ticket if you win within the next sixty days.

How about that, what's remaining of anyone in the FBI with a single working brain cell left?

...Although, you probably need two brain cells to fire together, right, before even one 'connection' can be made in there.

Hey and don't come knocking afterwards. Not this time, because, well, you know why not. ...Those of you who know why will really know why not. I mean not unless you're such a thrill-seeker you fancy the odds of infinity-times-death to nothing.

You might still score a 'money-back' result though - that would be where you are left in so much pain you'll want to die but you won't be dead.

Chopard 'happy snowflake' watch for ladies.

So, hey, go for it. Why not? What have you got to lose?

Is that a challenge from me? Sounds like.

I remember one of the favorite sayings of Paul J. Keating was: 'got the cross-hairs on you.' And then the other one: 'I'm gonna do you slowly..'

LOLz

Well it won't exactly be me; I'm just a nobody with some access and some analytical capabilities - same as plenty of others have. Taxi drivers, Uber drivers -, FBI senior people too.

You (FBI guys) all know what's going on, what's afoot. And a foot is twelve inches and twelve inches is a ruler, and Queen Elizabeth is a ruler, and she rules Britannia and Britannia rules the seven seas, and the seas are full of fish which are running about and dogs run about after fire-engines and fire-engines are red, and Russia is red, and that, is why fire engines are red.

Yes I know, I should not be so jocular about things. Can't help it.

What do think, Karin? Nice interior design?
I like it. Totally my style...
Not really Chicago though, I know.

...If you are forced into the position of just being a consumer of propaganda from the MSM, or, similarly, the whole social ethos is one of being spoon-fed, at a certain point you are going to feel frustrated inside with no tools to fix the situation. Some of you older people will have the tools. But in all events, you cannot just sit around whining about the Fed pumping limitless free lives into Wall Street, or the Beijing CCP doing the same thing. You'll drive yourself crazy.

The key is - as Jesus said - what are you even going to do if Santa Claus brought you a million bucks? Spend it unwisely on your lusts.

Christmas time, the snow is falling - you'd buy a 'happy snowflake' watch but then, they are for girls, right?

No! They have 'em for men as well. LOL

See? This is power - this is the power of knowledge. You won't get this on 'Robb Report' these days.

You have to spend your million bucks wisely.

And... you have to be wise to be able to do anything, wisely.

You have to have a set of tools that you can use every day. 'Mind tools.'

Hey none of us are totally immune to foolishness. That's why we have to be vaxxed against foolishness.

Try reading what the link posted takes you to. Think about what you read there with your rational mind. And when you come up with a decent argument against what it says in there - come and tell us. 

But if you can't come up with one, well...

I'm Not Complaining

I know what's ahead.

It's fine by me.

There is absolutely no possibility at all, that what I already know is going to happen - will fail to happen.

See, most of you still don't get this...
But you will. Next article, I promise to explain.

The underlying issue is to do with what human psychology permitted the 'up wave.' What that was, was a social phenomenon - and I'm not going to canvas it here, except to say that it came about due to the exhaustion by success, of a generation of mostly males, post-WW II.

Earlier today, this morning in fact, I was watching the face of a young girl, sitting in the driver's seat of a new car, with her father in the passenger seat. They were in the driveway out, of a new car dealership.

The faces told amazing sociological stories. 

I was far too young, not anywhere near driving age - even though I could drive a car - when my father bought my eldest sister a sports car; it was effectively a street-legal racing car. I won't say which one, but it was the big thing at the time, the big 'pony car' fashion statement, but it was nonetheless very very fast.

We were all part of the 'buying experience' and it was just very cool for me to be driven to school by my sister in her incredibly amazing sports car every day!

I had so much 'stuff' from my parents there was never any question about envy or anything like that - that was a ridiculous idea. Besides my eldest sister is significantly older than me.

For me, there was a book to read while she was having to 'deal with the traffic!' LOL

...That's literally the way I saw it at the time.

The martial artists have a saying:
There are three mountains... One mountain is bigger
than the other. But they all still mountains.

And by no means are we talking about some weak kid here, with his nose in books only - at the time I was playing in the highest grade of Australian Rules Football alongside guys who later became the winners of the state's highest, and then the national highest, football awards. Literally at that level with a good deal of success. ...When I observed other teams go out with an express view of sending one particular slightly senior player to hospital so that the Eastern States' professional league scouts would miss seeing that player the two weeks ahead they would be there (supposedly incognito) - and he got concussed twice in a row - I realized it was time to step back from the racket.

Here is a good saying, and it does come from the Bible: 'what you ask for you don't receive because you want to spend it on your lusts.'

Well, we all have 'lusts' of one kind or another - the Bible equally says that 'Elias was a man subject to the same lusts as all of us, yet...'

It's the 'yet' you have to work on uncovering what that is all about in that famous text.

Tomorrow things will not be the same as today or as yesterday.

Next article... blow your mind.

You may think following the stock-market as it Crashes over the next seven months, is 'what it is all about.' But you cannot know that anyone will actually pay you, even if you did hold a spread of short positions that made 'liquidity.'

See what I'm really trying to say is the same people who gunned for this talented kid who was at the age where he could be picked up into a valuable contract - are the same people...

...that are not the politicians running your life; running those people's lives.

Politicians never have the *'s to actually personally go out and knock anyone out. They are snakes that attack from the rear - always.

The mistake they are making is believing something has changed since we all played football together.

Nothing has changed, it is going to a bloody mess and I will certainly not be 'picking up any pieces' for anyone afterwards. Nobody gave me that job and I have no moral compulsion thinking about doing it either.

If you're out there on the playing field, lying, dying, bleeding - well you are just going to bleed out and expire.

I love Dystopia. Learn to love Dystopia.
It is literally where all the fun is.
It is Paradise on Earth.

Oh I'll be at the riots all right. But not right in them.

I don't have a 'bug out bag' because I am not planning on, nor expecting to, run away anywhere.

I'm not 'fleeing' anything. This is what I came here for.

This is what my life is about.

I do carry around a First Aid kit though.

And I have done for a year at least. They are not expensive. Go get yourself one.

Be a good person. LOL

You know, some of you kids out there who I know read this place sometimes - and otherwise spend your days and nights glued to 'Cyberpunk 2077' - why don't you live the reality of dystopia; since you think you know what it's all about.

Look if you really knew your way around 'Dystopia' like you all think you do, boy you could make a bundle of money right now.

Dystopia is not 'tomorrow,' mate. It's right here now, today.

(My friend Cristina wrote this and sang this. I forgot to include her in the people to thank. Because she was not there. But still I should have included her name in that list. Apologies):

 

The Private Parties

So... I'd like to thank Paul and JES and Haliene and Kerli and Benny Wong and Ben Ho and Noah Liasam and Vivay and Vinek and especially Nadia S., and Claudia H., and Dragon Cloud and even that reprobate Cary Sontag.

I don't personally subscribe to this idea of 'sacrificing' anything - but the way these things go it is more a 'mystery of life,' as it were, and a feeling.

Anyone? Anyone?
Still no one, right? Next article - 
stay tuned. I have to post it soon/now...

Just came back from a private party on a boat with a bunch of rich people I don't know but due to one thing and another there was cause for a celebration about a certain contract.

Anyway, don't know these folk - not any of them - but I managed to get an exclusive livestream of the London concert by Paul and friends (onto the yacht) and there we all were, in the midst of the Fires of Hell, and Paul has to tell everyone he's an atheist because that's what they expect to hear from an ex-East German kid - especially in the 'modern' industrial centers of Frankfurt and Berlin and everywhere else where the big dollars flow.

This place where I am is a hotbed of weapons sales and moolti-funktion 'hard-points' and you would think, even harder-nosed people but it isn't. That is, they are not hard people.

It's a full two-and-a-half-hour show and those of us around the globe who are relatively old hands at these tricks know the difference between 125 bpms and 150 bpms real easy, and you can tell when the 'dark wave' is being 'set in' and every other trick under the sun.

These people, they don't just drink water - 
they drink... ...'rich people' water. LOL

And hey, who knows 'cause I don't - he fell from a stage down twenty meters some years ago and nearly died and lost almost all of his movement and it was the same surgeons and doctors who treated Michael Schumacher who saved him over months, maybe even years. In German television interviews they asked him: 'Did you see the light? Did you see God? Or anything?' And he said 'Nuh never saw anything at all. It was really sad. There was nothing there, on the other side.' Oh, he said he heard his wife's voice calling to him later when he was in a coma in hospital and that is what brought him out/back.

And the interviewer was happy.

For a master piano musician this is the worst kind of tragedy of all. Music is their whole life.

He 'made it back' - not sure even how.

...The beats per minute are climbing and you would not have thought there were any 'eckies' on this boat! Not with the sorts of people there.

People are using the hand sets and sending stoopid messages (posted up on the big screens) all over the place to people they don't know. The speakers are really loud, of course, so you have to factor in the sheer throbbing and the sweat from the moving bodies and the pheromones from the hot-shot males (all well over fifty, by the way). Virtually everyone has been into the brandy. Even the dames there. No one has thrown up yet. All 'seasoned embassy operators.' ...These guys. And gals.

There's no cameras/phone cameras
allowed on the boat I was on.

Tiffany Lee was the only person from the entertainment industry who reached out to Demi Lovato when she OD'd a while back. Lovato is fully back with a thriving radio and video show and she had a hugely successful stage performance this week a few days ago.

Paul says 'the show is nearly over and there is one last track.' And sticks on the Christian singer/songwriter Tiffany Lee aka 'Plumb.'

And there are tears streaming down the faces of these old men and women. 

I don't think they expected it. Plumb does Lana better than Lana does Lana...

It was kinda funny.

Hope the 'nuclear absurdity' doesn't get too far out of hand now.

; )

Beautiful Expensive Things

Karl Lagerfeld used a phrase once - 'beautiful, expensive friends.'

LOL

When you are extraordinarily rich, you have this problem, this new problem, see - one that only appears to those who are, truly rich with actual cash money.

I think I have mentioned here a long while ago, that when I was in my late twenties and early thirties, I used to wander around the city, with around eighty thousand dollars in my jacket pocketS! (Yes, it took several of them, but not much more than).

What would it even matter if you
wore this kind of thing around your neck?
Nobody knows and nobody cares.
It keeps you warm, though. It's nice.

It was the very early phases of the 'go go' era when everyone and his dog were 'entrepreneurs' on the way to making their first, second, third, whatever million.

In current affairs, there is this thing over here about the hundred billion dollar nuclear submarine contract. Well, back in the mid-Eighties, I made my first million dollars being involved in the very early digital linear signalling industry as a designer who could get around the 'capstan' wiring issues.

Frankly, I've lost all of that knowledge now, and I can't even speak Tamil anymore although I was literally raised by Tamils and spoke it as a young child! I hardly speak English properly anymore...

I know little to nothing these days!

My track-record of published academic research is not good, consisting of only one formal paper led by Dr. Tom Odgers (Edith Cowan University), on which I was noted as a research and analysis contributor.

Okay, yeah I did find around 13 million dollars of China money too for some land development at the campus then but hell, so what, really, in the wider scheme of things.

I mean, hey - what do I know, right?

Kid who made several million starting from age 23...

A couple of national newspapers in the business sections, one national business journal...

Today, it takes a PhD to fit a Shimano Di2 Groupset to a bicycle.

Above my level of expertise, that's for sure.

Electronic automatic gear-shifter.
Yep. What it is. For bicycles.

Yeah nah, I can't do much now.

When I used to wander around, ice cold in the facial expression, butter-would-not-melt-in-mouth-either - for all the people chasing bucks in the main financial street back then, not one single time did anyone ask me for any money, and nor did any women realize that the guys they were chasing at the nightclubs were the ones coming into my offices in the week asking for loans and investments.

Maybe it was that I was very ugly. Maybe, oh no, wait - it could have been that I was habitually a wearer of French double-breasted suits and that's a no no down here, clearly! No French stuff. Hell no. 

Funny thing, I will tell you this - I think it was something I was doing though, and totally on purpose. 

There's this guy who is the head of the Australian Securities and Investment Commission. I know him well, and he knows me well. 

He used to ask me, when we were debating in the local Oxford Union society (a mini local outpost of -  and formally linked with - the real deal) 'Why do you go to sleep before it is your time to speak?'

LOL

These guys are 'Future Sound Of Egypt'
(aka Aly & Fila) playing in Prague though.
Actual Egyptian kids. Well, they're not kids anymore.

Well because it's known in the business of higher psychology as 'playful arousal...'

Innit?

Brudda?

It isn't me who would have been 'asleep.'

I might have looked asleep, could have even mildly snored too...

We never lost a debate, not a single one, ever ever. And there was one point where we advertised that we would take on 'all-comers.' And we did. Including with the eventual Federal Minister who took a couple of 'king hits' to the head, face, and jaw over the first 'submarine contracts' which he never sent the US's way.

So you're talking when we were pretty much still just kids and the others - most of them at that stage - were already adult members of the very high and mighty. And I can guarantee you there were no holds barred and no prisoners taken and there was a point where even a local television channel put up some 'rewards' to anyone who could take us... Never happened. Completely independent adjudicators - as is always the case for Oxford Union standards.

And it was around about then, towards the end of all that, that I realized, hey, better put a sock in this. You just ended up with enemies.

Anyway, the long and short of this is - and you know, Rose McGowan let it slip too, the same kind of thing: that she was a student of the histories and exploits of Alexander the Great, and Napoleon, and Genghis Khan!! When she was but eleven. Kind of tells you why she's winning the game now.

...An important 'lesson' in any war strategy is to never let your opponent know that you are coming. Hopefully too, it's good if you even get away with having them swanning about thinking that you are not there, when you are right there.

And it's at a certain point, that you are actually in their office, and they just simply won't believe it. So they don't do anything about it. 

'Beautiful expensive things' is one thing. Beautiful people are a whole other thing.

I want them both.

How about you?

[Music below is 'Future Sounds of Egypt' with Dan Stone and Ferry Tayle. Bigger than you know, and more important than you could possibly imagine... If you're just an 'ordinary' human being.]

Having Exquisite Things

This rich young man came to Jesus, and he said: "I have obeyed the law the whole of my life, I have wronged no one and I have worked hard and amassed great material wealth. Teacher, what good thing must I do (additionally) to gain eternal life?"

And Jesus said to him now - , since this time it was 2021 and everyone had already heard the one about selling everything and giving the proceeds away to the poor(!) - the following:

"How many women have you impressed already this week with your 'beautiful expensive things,' sonny?"

'Ah, you're such an interesting fellow.
Show me your beautiful things.'

Now bearing in mind the young man said 'eternal life' there is not much point regaling you (or him) with some story about how female moths 'see' the capacity of male moths to provide them with the proteins and nectar packs and other complex nutrients using far infra-red sensing...

Because the moths are only interested in the next generation of moths - breeding these and providing them with enough material support to begin with, and then having them 'move ahead' under their own steam from then on, so that the same whole thing is repeated over again in the succeeding moths' lifetimes. Because the moths are all programmed that way.

Female moths are hardly likely to want to use far infrared to perceive the nectar-for-breeding-storage capacities of male moths - if there is going to be no need to survive as a species in that way.

...Okay what if I said to you, the way to 'make' a BMW for yourself, is to spin a cocoon and stay inside of it, transforming yourself into the machine itself. Or, say, not a BMW, but a flying bike - which is pretty much just like a butterfly or night moth. And then, when you emerge, the only substance further you will need is sufficient to fuel and run (IE 'fly') the bike. You won't need any further substance to keep 'building the bike over and over every single day' after it has been already built the first time for you.

But you know, let me tell you this -, you might think 'having stuff' is great, it's what people want, but after they have been around a bit, they are looking for a certain kind of people, not a bunch of more other 'stuff.'

'I don't got no beautiful things.'

The stuff they have already seen. The certain kind of people, they have not seen too easily anywhere in the whole darn Universe.

Any fool can have 'stuff' they think is 'good.' And it may indeed be stuff that is very expensive to acquire. Sure.

But truly valuable things are the exquisite things that come out of your brain.

What does it even mean 'having' exquisite 'things?'

You already have them. They're locked up inside your head, inside your mind. Unless they are not there, and you haven't got them. And if that's the case, you are a defunct sentient being.

So okay, let's say, for argument's sake, that you are a defunct sentient being, but you have nuclear weapons.

Well I'll just leave that hanging in the air, so as not to provoke the * morons who think that something other than what I have been saying here for a long time is going on - that is, that what I am talking about is not going on; which is what they would like to believe.

Oh it's going on all right.

But maybe let's try and get some of you 'into that space,' to that place in which your brain is going to start firing in very new ways... (Some of you are certainly already there).

Surely there are people you know, and who know you.

What do they think about you?

Do they like you? Or are they just tolerant of you?

Well, hey, you can no longer afford to look 'underclass' in any way, my friend.

Because you are going to be in the 'survivors.' Others will too, but they will not have had the advantage of having been told, every step of the way, what is going on. Ah well, I admit, not 'what exactly' is going on - but that something is certainly going on.

I could not possibly openly state it here.

You will get broad hints through here, soon enough.

The situation is utterly exquisite.