Climbing The Everest

Today is the big 'The Everest' race at Sydney's Royal Randwick.

It is the richest horse race in the world.

So I guess we'll have to talk about it. Extremely good horses, great horse trainers. Everything good. It's good. Someone will win.

LOL

Bahnhofstrasse, Zurich. Where the 
rich people go shopping.

Believe me to some extent I am doing readers a disservice because there are some areas I simply am very reluctant to touch - well not exactly to touch because I do talk about it all the time; but I don't like to actually say 'death' and especially not 'killing.'

...Now this is nothing to do with horse racing! I'm slipping it in here, to slide it through, and just mention, that there was one single pic I had resisted posting for about two months. The subject is distasteful to me. 

And probably we don't even need 'to go there' just yet anyway. Okay, all you need to be aware of is that there is 'death' in the background of everything. So, what's new, right?

You and I are well out of it. I don't need to be involved and neither do you.

We need to try, and turn our attention to much more uplifting things, in spite of the fact that this will entail quite a good deal of schizophrenia over coming months and even years.

According to standard Chinese folklore, if you wish to have good dreams at night, sleep with fresh lemons near your head.

And, if you want money to come to you readily, have a bowl of nine fresh lemons around the place. But not in a metal container or a metal bowl.

Listen I could go into so much more about that it would spin your head off your shoulders - again! 

Luxembergli thing-ys

We're not going to go into any detail.

Thank god.

Winter is around the corner in the Northern Hemisphere.

The sun is setting lower in the sky.

It should be getting really cold over there now.

Funny -, lemons grow best in winter.

You think the sun has gone but there are all these lemons and oranges around the place.

Same even with the other Persian thing - tulips.

Bright, colorful things.

While everything else is dark and grey or even black as thick night. There they are - yellow, orange, red, purple...

You should buy yourself a pair of 'reading socks' and get settled in for the long winter months ahead.

I mean you are really not truly rich unless you have 1. a good pair of reading socks, 2. good coffee, and 3. a supply of fresh lemons.

Oh, and the knowledge about how to use the lemons...

The Chinese say that if you place eight lemons in a circle on a bed of salt (lol - it's what they say! Honest!), and one lemon in the middle, you will gain prosperity.

I know about other things to do with lemons - those little globes of sunlight in the winter...

Now if you gain a lot of prosperity, though, you could in theory, take off for Zurich, even in winter, and hang around the most expensive shops in the world, and look at the Cartier watches and the Rolex watches and so on, dress in warm clothing, eat macaroons, drink Swiss coffee, and, well, wouldn't that be fun for you?

Or, you could just wear your reading socks, stick your feet up, grab the best coffee you can get locally, and look out of windows.

Don't you feel sometimes, that instead of all the fussin' and 'needful things' you just have some place to go where there is no pressure at all?

...I've been desperately trying to avoid showcasing expensive stuff here recently, you know.

And I think that's actually a good idea anyway. We need to take a closer look at the easily accessible things we have to hand, and see them in all of their many dimensions.

Secret Things They Don't Know About

There is a simply enormous sub-text in the Bible which is not really perceived at all.

Bill Smith and I and another person, one of the Russian translators/embassy interpreters were talking about it this week.

The Russian people in this group particularly are highly-trained cryptographic specialists and cryptographers themselves. And they are by training simply amazing with their span of knowledge of many cultures - virtually it is a 'global reach' knowledge, and at quite some depth. They know about language, ancient languages, etymology, history... ...all kinds of related matters at academic levels.

When you have so much money that you can
live in a futuristic world with no
poor people...

So I stupidly asked on the strength of a number of currently on-going matters: 'How did Elijah know the voice he heard in the cave was 'God' speaking to him?' And 'would you guys have been able to interpret it...?' (Nyuck nyuck). 

Additionally, is there anything in the text itself which indicates he had any reason to suppose that it was or would have been (God speaking; softly). In other words, was he expecting something?

There is nothing in the text that I can find.

William Shatner goes up past the Karman line and he says to Jeff Bezos on landing back on Earth safely, that the one thing that really struck him, was how they 'broke out' through the 'soft blue blanket' of Earth atmosphere, and were beginning to enter the utter blackness of open 'space.' He characterized the blackness of space by posing a seemingly rhetorical question: 'Is this Death?'

The final part of the early narrative accounts of Elijah in the Old Testament, consists of some 'lead-in' words like this - and it came to pass, when the Lord would take up Elijah into heaven by a whirlwind...

And it goes on to say in there that several people knew this was to happen on a specific occasion.

If you are a cat, you can get to see the king.
Stone sees the Pope (is John Malkovich, btw).

'Would take up' has an unfortunate ambiguity of meaning though: IE 'has been taking up already for a while; takes him up all the time (would do it; He would do it,  He does it - He would do it habitually, regularly).

Although it seems to really have the meaning in there of something about to happen.

It doesn't matter.

What matters is that we are not told how a few people, including Elijah himself, seem convinced such a thing is about to happen at all - there is no paragraph: 'And God told Elijah, I am going to take you somewhere in the skies on such-and-such a date.'

So what I'm saying is that the textual accounts are missing key explanations in several places.

Now if we whip right up to 'Revelation' to the famous/infamous 'and it causes them all to have a mark on their right hands and on their foreheads without which they cannot buy or sell...'

Well there are two huge problems with that. One is that the translation is not grammatical if you go by the original language because there is no 'foreheads' plural in there, and two, that if you take my rendering of what it says, then you will see that once again, there must be things missing, left out - which the writer either thinks people should know about (unusual, for the Bible though, to do that kind of thing - it usually laboriously explains everything!), or which have been deliberately left out by people composing the thing in its present-day published forms.

The word metopon cannot, and does not, mean 'forehead.' It's a composite word structure made up from 'meta' and 'ops.' 

The word can only mean beyond or above, the two lenses; we only have two lenses.

So what sense does that even make to anyone?

Especially, if... ...well, let's read it in my rendering; and don't forget, I am ethnically part-Greek from a high Greek speaking part of the region. This is not 'Greek Greek,' and this is not even so-called 'court Greek,' this is the same thing that the Sub-Continent people have, which is, 'devanagri' - in its proper ancient meaning: language of the devas. This is something called 'Katheravousa.'

This is what it says in Rev. 13:16/17.

'They do not have power to gain consent among groups (of people; in social groups, or in society), because they block their right eye with their hand and thus see only sinister motives in others, and are unable to use their inner vision (or, have empathy).'

So William Shatner goes up more or less into space, and he says it looks like death up there. And it looks like life back down here. And he talks about the fragility of life here and so on.

But now Elijah is going to heaven, right - he is going to real life, not to death, although he's not going to be here then. In fact, where the text is very clear is that indeed, he is not dead; he is coming back.

So he's alive then... (?).

But if he went to space, where it looks like there is nothing there, according to Shatner, then he's dead and he's not coming back.

They say there are 7.9 billion people on the planet Earth right now. Well, there's probably 10 billion. But, let's just go with whatever 'they' say.

There's not 10 billion people, not even ET Alien people 'out there' anywhere close to the planet Earth. So it is pretty 'dead' up there. It's very quiet. Mostly. Unless -, well... ...no, forget about any of that - let's just say that on account of not many people, it's pretty 'mentally quiet,' uncluttered.

There was no white 'Tic-Tac' UFO's around the place watching James T. Kirk actually go up to space for real! 

Not that you could see, right?

Okay so how does Elijah know, that it is 'God' talking to him? He couldn't see him.

I can tell, by the way, a pair of Mes Chaussettes Rouges socks with my eyes closed. Can you?

You want to go up to space? For real?

Cost you a few million and you can get to be there with no other people except your crew buddies, for maybe four minutes.

Paul in the Acts of the Apostles actually goes into the exact same discussion.

He says, completely explicitly: And the writers of Exodus (and I think he mentions in several other places as well) fully intended for themselves to have actual land and property and dwellings in the 'Promised Land,' and therefore, we are talking about that too in terms of a heavenly city -, but not here.

Well where then?

LOL

We're just doing pretty pictures now...

I mean these guys are all really nuts and they've taken the world along for an incredible - and stupid - long ride, if it was all a fantasy and imaginary.

Shatner's - and Bezos' - ride up to space is imaginary.

There's a lot of noise as well as a lot of real risks and danger. But it doesn't take you anywhere.

The number one biggest 'problem' people have about any of these things, is they want to 'see,' and to 'feel,' and to 'touch.' No problem.

One day, human technology - for sure and certain - will have a space platform not far from the Earth, up in space. It will probably be called 'Elysium' too. Almost certainly it will be publicly acclaimed as that.

And so you will get up there.

If you go up there, with the core and key understandings of Elijah, then it will actually be 'the heavenly city.'

Beautiful. We're all happy.

So what we're going to do, is re-create, the exact same human social context 'up there' (or anywhere), that we have had down here for thousands of years.

Now there are definitely plenty of people who have convinced themselves, that 'we' human beings are better people now, because of science and 'our evolution' as a species.

That already tells you, there is something deeply flawed in the mentality of the ordinary human being - that they could be that lunatic to cling to such a foolish idea about 'themselves.'

I'm not trying to convince anyone to change their mindsets.

In the music below, as said in the last article, you will not be able to hear the words properly. It's something like: 'I close my eyes, step into the light, there are walls in my mind but I can climb them.' 

Complicated Lives Of Rich People

There are people who have the reputation of being rich, and then there are those who really are rich across many facets of their lives.

One such person is Jean-Christophe Novelli.

Novelli started out in his long career as a celebrity chef, with Keith Floyd. (Floyd, as you know, Bill Smith, owned one of the fairly limited run examples of the great V8 Aston - the really fast one; was fastest production car in the world at the time, and hand-built, you recall...).

Novelli is a really wonderful person who has given a lot to charity, and mostly, under the radar except that eventually, he got found out and the Queen awarded him an MBE.

Aston Martin V8 Vantage

He also has several Michelin stars to give some pretty serious credibility to his 'celebrity' name.

...Actually it wasn't him I wanted to discuss here.

It was his daughter Christina - who has been for a long time involved with Australian music producers and composers 'Cosmic Gate' and Emma Hewitt - both of whom are good friends of our 'JES' whom we feature here quite a lot - that I wanted to play some music from.

Christina is another who survived a major accident (not totally similar to Paul Van Dyk's accident though just as potentially deadly) and lived to tell the tale.

Anyway...

...see, there's a lot that goes into a really rich, connected person's life and lifestyle. They meet people that you and I would likely not easily run into in ordinary 'urban lifestyles.'

These are people who truly are beneath the radar.

How do you know which 'light...?'

And what they do and what occupies their time are things that the ordinary member of the common public is not likely to either credit or to endorse.

Just today one of my friends was scolding someone who was accusing them of being 'rich middle class people laughing at the poor (people).' Well, real rich people do not do that.

People think they do that but they don't do that.

And she told him off - she said he was a 'snobbish, crass, prejudiced loon.' And I said to her, 'hey hey, wait on, I've just scored 2.5 on that list already!' 'Snobbish' - yes. 'Crass' - very often yes. 'Prejudiced' - absolutely and it's only my personal opinion that I'm not a loon. So - '2.5.'

Hehehehe.

Some 'ultra wealthy' people are so disconnected from reality that it isn't like they really mean what they are doing - like Barbara Broccoli, they have no clue. Believe me, they are really out of the loop and residing in some bizarre world made up entirely of mirrors reflecting back their own faces to them.

Those of you watching the news will be aware that there are suggestions this week that the person out in the public as 'Tom Cruise' is really not actual Tom Cruise.

...And all of you who have been reading here and paying attention realize that that is likely to be the case; it's a body double. And the plan there, is not to get the body double killed, but to let the story get out that it is a body double and so the hit squad is going to be 'wrong-footed' for a while since they won't want to be 'hitting' the wrong person after all you wouldn't think.

And that's a wise thing to do by the authorities and the security people.

I'll be interested to see or hear down the 'pipeline,' what their reaction is now. It's such a shame but unfortunately we do live in a dangerous world - and the danger mostly comes from other people.

If you go back to say the guy who killed John Lennon, or the fellow who killed Robert Kennedy, you are left asking even after a long time if or whether either of those was really ever able to make a cogent case to themselves - objectively - as to what the source of their animus actually was.

Charlie Manson was an ever so slightly different thing there. There was stuff going on, with Manson, again - 'underneath the radar.' I think so.

Novelli is 'good people.' She can come across as 'different' but you would begin to look that way too if you started to get a glimpse...

This track is going to be the first of two. It's the one in which at least you might be able to make out the lyrics clearly enough, because once we get to the 're-mix' version, the words have secondary importance. They have primary importance in reality though. Hear the words first. And then we can play around with the sound strata of communications...

I know what you're thinking Bill. If you just had the several hundred millions, then we could also try and see if we could handle the 'life.' You know, all the attendant 'rich people problems,' 'rich people issues.' 

We could drink 'rich people water' and we would still be fine, quite fine inside, and go to sleep knowing there are the homeless, and starving and disabled, other human beings. It would be all fine.

Not.

'You have stolen our dreams with your lies!'

LOLz - now that, is seriously funny to me.

'Dreams.' Yeah, and?

What's that supposed to even mean?

A little kid imagines they have 'dreams' and but then - those are not going to be realized.

Well good!

Martin Luther King: 'I have a dream...' 

Well you had considerably better verbal delivery, at least, Martin.

'Some people dream dreams and say...' (JFK).

Human beings hang a lot of their consciously actively important ideas and beliefs on what they are happy to call 'dreams.' And what they mean is stuff that is or seems outside of their immediate power and grasp.

Greta's dreams; MLK's dreams, JFK's dreams. 

Barbara Broccoli never had a dream at all. 

To have a real dream you have to possess the faculty of creativity.

Not many people have that. They think they have it, but they haven't got it.

They think that maybe, they left it in a back room somewhere, or in the attic, or down in the basement. But they haven't got such a thing at all.

'If I only had a hundred million dollars, I could dream a dream!'

Idolatry, part of its real meaning, is when you make the hundred million the god ahead of the actual god.

Of course, yes I understand, you need to see the god first before you believe. Because after all, everyone is showing you the 'hundred million dollars,' right? So that's real. Right? Right? That's the thing for sure you believe...

But god is 'not real' and you haven't got a dream.

Still though, how many people do you know that will swear black and blue that they know all about life?

What about every single self-important twit who claims to be a scientist and a physicist?

They are sure they know.

And people give them awards too.

There is too great of a gulf between the practical reality of their lives, and their abysmal lack of perception about real life - and the mindsets of those who have actual genuine answers.

Don't worry. By and by, you will see. You will live to witness 'strange things,' my friends. And maybe only even you and a handful of others will even know what's going on then...

I hope you will be able to make out the words in the lyrics here, enough of them. Because next time, you won't be able to make them out clearly.

Bond Flick Sinks At Box Office

The pre-release marketing right throughout the whole of mainstream media said 'will break $300 million on the opening weekend.'

The current official figure is around $56 million in the United States on the opening weekend.

Most sources are saying the final budget was almost $900 million in the end so Barbara took a bath on this one.

There's not a lot in that pic.
You don't need a lot to make a statement.
There's a lot in the latest Bond film.
And it all amounts to nothing.

Meanwhile she is on a few of the access media sites in very self-involved interviews in which she seems to have no clue at all that she was the custodian of the greatest movie franchise ever - and sunk it.

But they will continue on as though nothing ever happened. Hey, who cares about money, right?

Nobody ever needs to make a profit. Banks don't. And sooner or later now Hollywood will be forcing Congress to bail them out too - which it will, because, after all, without Hollywood, how will politicians be able to get away with the massive incredible lies they tell?

Anyway who needs to stay 'in the black...'

I mean no wonder they can't write villains these days - yes, they are the villains themselves but...

...they have no actual 'evil weapons' other than their own stupidity and being able to bore themselves as well as everyone else to death with their long-winded slo-mo wrecks of crazed stubbornness and mindlessness.

So even if they wrote themselves into the script it wouldn't work.

Slow-cooked beef broth and 
thyme and caramelized onion.
And sherry. Lots of sherry.

Michael G. Wilson is the screenwriter. And he is Barbara (Broccoli)'s half-brother.

So that means he has talent, right. He got there through talent, right.

LOL

The official release credits Neal Purvis with the screeplay but it is clear the 79-year old Wilson was really the person responsible. For one thing, he has been the one engaging all the lunatic comedy writers like Phoebe Waller-Bridge.

In fact, Purvis' actual screenwriting background is in comedy and worse still 'parody.' He wrote 'Johnny English.' Which means, again, that he didn't write it because Rowan Atkinson wrote it, but Purvis went to a school somewhere where they 'teach' people to fill in the pages like a template for the actors to extract their lines off of, and the camera people to compose the shots from the simple-line instructions (aka 'screenplay').

Here's the real source of the problem though:

If you take one look at someone like Michael G. Wilson, leaving aside his age and that he is going to be totally out of touch with modern wider society (having in the first place grown up as a privileged rich lout since his parents were stupendously over-fed and watered...), you immediately realize that he has nothing inside himself.

He is just plain not an interesting person, and with no hope of perceiving how to find the 'edges' to take the public, the audience, out close to in order to give them the thrills they are seeking and for which they are willing to pay cinema ticket prices. But they'll stop doing that pretty quickly if you are not able to deliver. And he is not.

Computer game stuff.
Not even Hollywood - Canadian!

There's too much competition as well, now, from immersive computer games for one thing, and on-line movies from a vast range of independent sources not restricted by the so-called 'Hollywood elites' backing them and giving them stupid instructions.

I think all of this nonsense about 'One World Order'/Globalism/Global Elite' has come to an end! What we are having to live through though is the 'crash and burn' phase now.

When it first came out, the Bond material was extremely edgy. And that's because the people behind it were very edgy people. 

There's no one edgy in that production house now. They are empty tin cans. And they're old in every sense. And they will rust through. And then all the petrol or kerosene will spill out and catch fire and burn up - including burn up everything around it.

 

Won't Stay Up For Long

Now you have to pay very close attention to this and pick out some key elements and just shove them to the back of your mind.

Maybe there are some of you who will be in a good deal of doubt about what has been going through these pages for a while now.

Your life is a Le Mans race.
Not everyone finishes, plenty of people have
more funding and better cars.
And, they ban the 'grid girls' and wreck the
whole event too, with globalist politicking.
That's when the real winning mindsets emerge.
Out of the darkness, into the morning light.

Nevertheless - and I could get into a lot of trouble over this - I am going to give you a lead on a couple of things now.

And some of those matters will just disappear from here within days.

...I am going to cover the subject by casually sticking it inside of another, and pretty interesting too, other subject.

I guess I have mentioned here before that for a while I knew a lighting and equipment man and 'shot-puller' for the famous, or infamous, Helmut Newton. This other gentleman was a high-paid film negative developer and architectural photographer in his own right.

What not many people know though, is that the brand 'Helmut' Newton was really two people - two creative minds: Helmut himself, and the other being his Australian wife June Browne (or Brunell, or 'Alice Springs').

Now I don't need to go into the 'gory' details but June was much more of a private person than her husband Helmut - and the very last time I personally saw her was at that 'private party' I mentioned here before, the one with a major celebrity red-headed actress and Dame Daphne (could have been her twin sister, except a foot and a half shorter!).

June Browne-Newton passed away earlier this year at 97 in Monaco. She lived next door to another expatriate Australian, Ric Stowe, who happens to be a relative of an in-law of mine but with whom I have lost touch these days. Ric Stowe is incredibly wealthy, having done some 'interesting' deals back in the Eighties and survived to tell absolutely no one the actual inside tales.

Anyway I tell you all that to tell you this...

It's quite easy for bisexuals like June to photograph the intrinsic individually attractive 'soul' of women. And it's easy enough (although, not in terms of the quality of the 'craft' of it), for women themselves to depict themselves or present those most quickly 'attractive' aspects of themselves - to strangers.

It is not anywhere near as easy for a photographer - even the best of them - to depict the 'heart of the intellect,' the core essence of a man's intellect; or even that a certain man actually has it.  

And so it is never that easy to 'see' a truly extravagantly brilliant mind just from the external parts of anyone, men particularly.

What you are looking at, almost universally, when you look at an image -  a photograph or even cinematic movie scenes - of a man, is pure ego. And nothing more.

There are many beautiful women on the planet -, there are almost no truly great, wise or superbly intellectual men who are at all balanced. And that is despite that the common person will howl 'but what about Einstein?'

Young smart alec (on left), seasoned true intellect
(in the middle), and 'someone...' lol
Pay attention now.

What about Einstein? He stole everything he laid claim to as his own personal private brand of 'intellectual property' from Olinto De Pretto and Max Planck, and he ended up killing half a million innocent civilians as well at least.

So but can you tell, just from external 'looks,' what authentic and deep intellect 'looks like?' When you see it, are you able to consciously notice it?

I walked past a huge tall building for forty years and never noticed something pretty prominent sticking out from its side! 

When women walk down a public street, they are dressing for themselves, and for an imaginary picture of a powerful successful man who will be able to notice them - and sometimes they dress 'for other women,' in the sense of to placate them, or to annoy them, or simply to make some faked competition towards them for sport.

They have literally no clue, no clue at all, as to what a really authentically powerful and genuinely life-balanced successful man is or should look like. For one thing their fathers were not that man. Mostly not. And yes, you might be the lucky woman whose father was that man. But let's face facts here, most women idolize their fathers, and probably men idolize their mothers. And it's unrealistic stuff to some extent, and so it is not very practical for understanding real life and other human beings.

If I had to say who I thought was the 
number one guy in strategic planning today,
I'd say it was this guy.
Bring out your Loubis, girls. If you 
recognize the signs, you can disport
with the high heels and get to play
in the big league.  

...I think I idealize both of my parents and all of my uncles and aunts! 

There's fake you know, and there's real too... If my ET Alien 'friends' take you up into the spacecraft that are around the place not too far away from here, take my suggestion and just agree to go along with sitting in on every single lecture about 'how to understand yourself and other people.' Do it with the view of being able to manipulate people - that is, other human beings; you'll never be able to manipulate those who are far too far in advance of all of our games.

Don't worry about 'getting agency' and especially not: 'agency over some of their gee-wizz technology.' That stuff is a waste of time.

Because if you 'just' mind-control some hot dame, it's rape.

And you don't want Wokey-Woke Cary Fukunaga to call you a rapist now, do you? 

This is notwithstanding that apparently, the Queen has some underground (secret; used to be secret) passageway from her sitting room to the Dukes Bar in Kensington. The one that does Ian Fleming martinis.

No no no no no... What you want is to be able to engage equitably.

Are there exceptionally and authentically and deeply intellectual women out there who are also extraordinarily good-looking and practiced and skilled at 'putting on the glamour' as well (as being naturally physically 'gifted' across a range of meanings)?

I don't know. I don't even know enough about what I see on a daily basis to convince myself that I could notice something as big as the side of a whole darn tall building!