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Saturday, 6 November 2021

Back To The Basics!

So, here we are in a derelict, dystopian city, everything all fallen apart - and someone wants to spend their brand new one hundred thousand dollars back with the same atrocious idiots who wrecked society and life in the city...

Wow. Pay that thinking right there.

If at first it totally screwed up, just go right back and hit it again. Why not?

...That way, we can stew away whining about the next nine sets of 100k and then, at one million, we can do that same idiotic thing all over again, get exactly nowhere (except in your dreams, which are all shared by ten zillion other lunatic human beings), and complain that we are short just a hundred odd mill so that we can at least wear the same blue onesies that Jeff does.

Starts out here, this is good - CIA
analyst, just reads a bunch of things
constantly.

You really need a kick in the ass.

I mean how exactly insane are you out there??!

And then, to beat it all, and not to put too fine a point on it - you dream that if ('if' because no one here is convinced there even are such things) there are really advanced intelligent other species, beings, somewhere out there, and they deign to come here to your stupid planet, then, OMG, they are going to find you so amazing and interesting, that they will just supplicate to all of your needs, wants and yeah verily, mostly demands.

When can I stop laughing?

Really.

You fancy you know even anything about science, and then you pontificate like all get out - and literally pass judgment on professors from Harvard, senior US military personnel (who at this moment are outright saying in public that there are and the governments knows there are but won't tell the truth)...

...because you are the very case in point of what Edward Bernays said: 'they're not selling a product; they're selling you.' 

You have been bought, your brains utterly and totally scrambled almost beyond repair, and you have been sold.

At a discount.

Read all of Plato from beginning to end...

'Oh no, I won't. I can't do that. I don't need to do it. After all, modern society has received the benefits of the meager wisdom in there, and we have improved on it all and there are more modern writers around today who know more stuff and better stuff and there has been an unbroken chain of that early knowledge passed on down to them and to us.'

Really?

Always ends up here. What is this?
What is this nonsense with the gun all the time?

Inclusive of the burning down of the Library of Alexandria?

Or the brutal ignorance and sheer bloody-minded vandalism of Islam - which also managed to burn down not just the books in Alexandria but in Baghdad as well, thankfully with such incompetence that the Oxyrhynchus cache was able to be retrieved, partly just charred, partly burned?

Or the doublespeak of Andalusian Spain and then after that, the exacerbation of the thing via the Jesuits there?

Or the politics of Henry's England versus the Classic books taught by Rome?

The Byzantines?

Rome after the real Vandals and then the Rome of Constantine?

Which 'straight through line of handing stuff on' the damn hell are you talking about?

You have no idea.

'Kalt und Entfernt' - I like
that better: 'cold and distant.'

Lost. In an intellectual desert with nonsense in your heads being passed off by your perverted sentiments as 'truth' and even 'reality.'

If I reduced the complexity to simple-minded slogans like: 'life is about sex and money,' this would belie the reality that inside human brains, 'single ideas' are all inextricably linked up to a vast range of other ideas, whole networks of ideas. 

You can see it in the very example of what various individuals, would do with a sudden addition of one hundred thousand dollars into their wallet:

It is totally not, about 'the money;' it is about what other things are all being tacked on to the money - what to do with the money, how to feel about the money, what ideas are caught up in the thing.

It is not about 'when you die' - what happens then.

You are totally not a creature of science and knowledge at all. This is the lie (that you are a scientist/have a scientific mind) you tell yourself each and every day, to get yourself around having to face the reality that you are actually a creature 100% intent on self-satisfaction, and not knowledge regardless of the implications thereof.

What you are doing is defining 'death,' defining 'life,' even defining 'knowledge,' in completely artificial ways in order not to have to face existential reality:

What is death as far as you know? Well you don't know! You have never died! 

You have seen others die. And so you observe they don't move and they don't reply to your demands (always those) - and so, it must be, that they 'are gone.' And then that means that one day, you too, will be just 'gone.'

Huh?
LOL...

And Professor Kevin Knuth already told you, that because of time-space relationships for any beings moving around in 'time-space bubbles' -  those 'orbis clipeo' that Caesar's soldiers reported are the same beings, inside of them, potentially, as those operating the recent(-ish) Navy filmed 'Tic Tacs.'

Meanwhile of course, admittedly none of them showed up at your house last night and personally introduced themselves to you, right?

So in love with the armed forces are you, yet this conversation has not yet turned up in your dreams:

'Sergeant. There's these civilian people that are harassing the guard house, asking if we could send someone down to show them our latest field carry semi-automatic. Sergeant. Do we have any orders that you have seen to go show them that?'

'No Major.'

'Well you're not planning to do it, then, are you?'

'No, Major.'

'And that's because? Sergeant?'

'They have not had the field training or the equipment training and they haven't read the operations manuals or the SOP booklets.'

'That's correct Sergeant. Did you go offer them those to read?'

'Yes.'

Internet says '60 grand.' I don't think
'60 grand.' I think you'd be struggling to get one
for a 100K.
And that would be the whole lot ($100,000) all gone
right there.

'And what did they do?'

'Oh, they said, we don't need to read those because we know everything.'

'What about the Programmable Logic Automated Teaching Operation?'

'They said that's too old because it was around when Caesar was in short pants.'

You're the one that's dreaming.

You are being a 'Child.' How much more out in the open do you want things?

But at a certain point, it will once again become an existential reality, that some 'people' will go this way down a path, and the rest will stay right where they already are. And those will indeed all die out. 'Die' - as in, gone for good; finito la musica.

Sex. And Money. And Power. 'Power is energy into mechanical balance, and sustained action is the absolute effect of power.' I said that.



Friday, 5 November 2021

If We Take You...

 ...You're not coming back.

It is not really true that someone ever gets 'returned.'

The one who is 'returned' is one of us.

Into the forest...

Masquerading.

What is the purpose of this life?

Why are the people's minds here kept in chains?

These are the 'outlier' pages.

Anyone who reads here who has a mind in chains is keeping it in chains of their own making.

But then, chains rust. And minds are worn away and turn into dust scattered into the wind.

Today I saw an old man. He was all decked out in modern 'urban street-running' gear. He was holding his small tablet device outstretched as he crossed the side-street off the main road. Certainly he was not blind. He was wearing glasses though so one could not be so sure that his speed of optical 'pick-up' would have been all that great.

Anyone with children knows that kids drop their phones, tablets, devices.

This old guy though - well, he looked not a whole lot different from any millennial. Even wore a sling-bag.

You can do this?? Wow. Can you?

Was old though. Very grey hair. A little stooped; not fluid in his actions.

Seemed happy enough. I would say, smug and self-satisfied. 

We're not taking him.

I am not an interloper here.

We're going to smash things up like you would not believe.

And as someone said one time: 'We're going to do you slowly.'

Not you you. But someone, er - them. The 'they.' You know those guys? Well those ones.

Still not quite convinced though, are you, some of you.

Don't go to those places I already told you not to set foot in.

'But, but - I thought you said you guys were not evil?'

Where I take my er, well...

I never said it. Don't remember ever saying that kind of thing at all.

Anyway 'evil' in what sense?

I never started the game of winner takes all and none of my friends did either - which just kind of leaves the 'them other guys.' The 'they.'

Where did they come from?

Who cares? They'll not be here for long now. It's all over now. Someone won and someone has already lost but they don't know it yet.

I bet you y'all forgot that at the beginning of this year I said 'Deadpool.'

Forgot that now, didn't you. Well remember it from now.

Watch the video. Could not be more 'out in the open.'

...Wonder what all the John Mack kids are doing now?



Wednesday, 3 November 2021

In God We Trust

Yes, but which one?

I guarantee you that most people reading here do not really think about what they would do with a sudden large sum of money - not really.

What they are doing is mulling over how to solve the next immediate problem.

Gad Saad posted a YT video last week in which he was basically 'half-time coaching' people into 'releasing the honey badger within themselves.'

'In God We Trust.'
Says it right there.

He was pitching off another video that has been doing the rounds, in which this honey badger narrowly escapes death by constriction by a python, and then, half-dead himself, he turns around and says (and you can see the 'attitude' on the animal!) 'right, I'm going to kill you now!'

And he does, indeed, kill the python and, while dragging it away, he is beset upon by two jackals.

And so he has to massacre them too. Which he does.

If I posted here, right now, where we are financially, everyone would 'up stumps' as they say, and turn their heads to what to spend the money on.

And, if I posted the rules and techniques, data structures and methods and even the 'sources of motivation' for how it was done - or, as I have earlier indicated, being done (it is not yet complete by any means although it is certain now) - people would just plain outright deny that any of it is really the 'truth,' and the way actually used.

Still.

You could a lot worse than watch that old classic movie 'The Battle of the River Plate' and apply some up-dated outward imagery but retain the basic points.

Who is at the table?

Imagine that you are in the Sith War Council, or the Jedi Supreme Council or whatever...

Who are you looking at, that gives you the feeling, the inner motivation and the spirit to press on and to prevail? Who is sitting at the table?

Who is giving you that crucial sense of confidence that you will succeed.

As Tao says 'it's two minutes to go, you are a million miles into your back line, half the team injured or on their backs, and points down with the opposition guys barreling into you...'

Listen.

You cannot keep praying to a 'retired god.'

You need to find the performing one. The one who is on your side and who can deliver the ball and open the way forward for you to carry the ball and send it sailing over the cross bar - or simply take over the line in person yourself.

But if you don't even believe in a god, you should not be on the field. That's why there are 'gods of the game.' Because there are!

Ice and snow will cover the not quite
as yet dead cities... 

If you are an atheist you should not be on this field. This is a battle field of absolute utter all-out war and the winner not only takes all, he is going to turn around and 'do some slaughter' of his own and yeah, not many are going to like it at that point but at that point, there will be no looking back and there certainly will not be any 'mercy' either.

The time for all of that is gone.

We did that already. And where did it get us.

When you walk out and around the place today, you will see things through the lenses of your mind, and not of your actual physical eyes...

It's true, isn't it? If you don't feel confident about the future, then everything you look at is bad.

With a sudden hundred thou in your pocket, all of a sudden the dead city, the dystopian city - is your own private utopia.

So why then are you pretending that there is no god and he/she/it/they are not, and/or cannot, help you? 

They're right there in your head, in your 'council of captains.' Trouble is you probably shot half of them and invited the wrong other ones in and they have been drinking all of your rum.

'When I come where will be the faith?'

That's the saying, isn't it? I mean hey - who shot god? Was not me.

No lamps on, no oil left. Is that the position?



The 'Caution' Moments

My long ago experience - because it was fairly long ago now - of the 'run up' to actually making a really sizable amount of money, was slightly artificial because the first time around, I had already moved out of the circle of friends from University days.

In fact, most of them were still at University and I was in London City far away.

So there was literally no one around me of my own age when it became clear the really huge cheques ('checks' for Americans...) were clearing. I did have a (one) seasoned mentor around me though, and he was constantly on about not trying to 'pass the ball on without having caught it yet.'

Simple things, like acid phosphate
cherry soda.

There are other views about it, but I do personally agree with the approach.

We are at the 'caution moments' here.

Besides we are nowhere near anything Earth-shaking. Well, not on the financial front at least.

This Blog has thrived on a visual side exploiting 'lust-worthy' expensive things for no money at all.

We could, in theory, introduce even 'sponsored posts' featuring similar visual things - but for me, one problem is that it could, or would, provoke silly responses in some of our best supporters. Like, including, me too!

'Oh, I could just direct some cash over to there, and buy that thing.' Or 'Hey, I wish we just had one of those in our hands. It's only... 'x' dollars.'

So I've been plowing through the net, trying to find good-looking, non-provocative images to upload here.

...For example, Bill Smith, how many people do you and I both know, who, if you show them some people having fun at a barbecue - immediately go out and buy the whole butcher's window out and post pics on their FB page, with themselves in a brand new blue-striped apron, with exactly no one else around them and what TH do they do with all the steaks they are grilling?

Alpine Eagle Silver Ghost.
You can't buy it, so it's not
tempting anyone to spend.

Well we're kind of all like that at a level - a tendency that most of us try and keep in check as much as possible as much of the time as possible. The problem really creeps in there ready to pounce though, when you approach extraordinary money flow levels so that your 'normal' habituated reactions to basic challenges are no longer the prevailing contextual situation.

It's going to be the approach to the Christmas Season very soon.

A couple of pairs of reading socks, some decent mocha drinks, a couple of good books...

What more do you need?

You don't need to have your mind go out drifting about shiftlessly into the clutches of the expert commercial marketers, looking to throw chains around that mind and make it stick your hands into your pockets and hand over cash for things that will end up in that garage or backyard shed of yours which is already selling space to the mice at premium rates for free space.

You do not need that gold-plated bug-out bag for when Doomsday at last gets here.

Can we 'get there' however - to that sweet spot where the 'challenges' are going to be different?

Oh yes we can right now.

Brown sugar and melted butter ham...

We are 'in the channel' over here right now.

Not making any money from NFT's, not making really all that much from digital crypto, not making very much from selling books on Amazon/Kindle.

So, hopefully, no one at all will be able to 'see' where it is all at.

And that's a good thing, isn't it, Bill?

Because that same guy who buys out the butcher's shop would quickly steal the ideas - if he knew what they were - and mess everything up for everyone else. How does he stay afloat?

Not our problem.

When I first made my first huge returns, I was part of the groups here who wanted to go the American supplier route for the submarines being built down here - and that was more than forty years ago now - and we lost out to the Collins Class things which never worked anyway and killed some people during that whole sad and sorry saga. 

My mindset is looking that far ahead again. Even longer. And the world will not be the same place by then.

It will be somewhat the same place though. It will still be the correct thing to maintain some ballast in your tanks when you think you're capable of flying - or floating.

Being confident about the planning is one thing, being over-confident is a mistake. We shall, however, 'make it.' This is starting to appear very likely.




 


Monday, 1 November 2021

Midnight Halloween Rave Party

Last night was basically an all-night EDM On-line Rave Festival for me and a bunch of us 'kids' around the world.

Kids, right.

Don't you worry 'bout that... LOL

Oh, please let me take you into the 
dark places, through there...

Anyway, I was asking Aruna and our JES - 'How are you guys getting younger-looking all the time??'

This is coming from me... I still can get away with thirty five. Especially among blind people.

A couple of people from the Private Finance Chat Board were talking about 'tamarind/turmeric fish' last week and lo and behold, this morning JES turns around and says to me she has a 'Rock Star Diet' site, and that she absolutely loves cooking!

RockStarDiet

Well I already knew she did, but I did not know to what extent. She's a pretty darn good cook. And singer, and song-writer, and trance producer/DJ. And... And... Kind of authentically has super-powers from somewhere.

So, I am going to link to her cooking website and play her 'Wolf Within' Halloween music video clip down below.

JES is the person most responsible for me still working out and doing my KF things in the dark, when there is no one much around looking.

She was all dressed up as 'Lilu' from the Sci Fi movie 'The 5th Element' as her Halloween outfit and she asked 'what is everyone dressed up as?'

Thankfully, one of the other girls replied "I'm dressed up for Halloween as a couch potato."

Which kind of saved me, and prolly a lot of others. We turn our Zoom screens down dark or even off most of the time!

Our JES.
Comes down here a lot - friend
of major Australian music
producers 'Cosmic Gate' and
other trance singer, also Aussie -
Emma Hewitt. 

LOL

The truth about the Gaelic 'Sad-hayn' is that it means 'the Dark Assembly.' 

It is only superficially the 'hayn/hain' (end) of 'Sam' (Summer); aka 'Samhain.'

...I still want to buy a 'black badge' Rolls Royce Wraith.

But only if they can ditch the stoopid 'carbon fiber' and give me heaps of burled walnut. 

And the rich, strong insinuation of plump supple NYC taxigirl underground leather. Coffee, coffee - I meant coffee.

Wow though - such long fingers. A runaway though, and not phoning home any time soon.

LOL