The Hidden Dogmas

So, Dr Justin Sledge posted his video about the 'hidden teachings of Plato.'

It's good stuff because it opens up a whole field of investigation for stoopid li'l kids, who think they are going to be the Bruce Lee of philosophy one day.

In fact Dr Justin (I call him 'Dr Justin,' never Dr Sledge...), even opened up the can of worms about 'causation at a distance!' ...And he implicated the Arabic writer Al-Kindi into the affray, suggesting he was making translations of some ancient dangerous and occult Pythagorean texts about 'mystical Cosmic rays.' LOL

Chicken soup, herbs of Provence,
and truffles. Simple.

This 'Al-Kindi' by the way, is not the same 'Al-Kindi' the poet who was literally a prince of the Kind tribe: Imru al-Qais; we shall talk about him in a moment here...

Anyway, Dr Justin waded into some very dangerous territory and went so far as to suggest that young students, new to this whole business, should read the Timaeus first.

And so I quickly commented: 'Well, if you want the Reptilians to come and take you away and lock you up forever, well then you are certainly going the right way about it.'

In traditional academic circles, the controversy about whether or not there is a 'Platonic occult teaching' is called the 'Agrapha Dogmata.' And all the existing literature about the subject is just another echo-chamber of stupid nonsense - as so much of academia consistently is.

After all, they even stole the very word 'academia' in order to insinuate themselves into, this very 'occult' Platonic school (which does not exist). Why they would want to do that, since it never existed in the first place and had no point and no meaning in history, I have no idea.

The challenge within the modern 'Quran' is that no one could compose such verses, and therefore the book had to be written by God: 'For who could compose even just one verse like it?'

The Ten Commandments of Moses, are nakedly stolen from the Laws of Hammurabi,

At the bottom of this post, is a YT video of one of the poems of the other Al-Kindi, the poet 'Al-Kindi' - Imru Al-Qais - whose verses are widely thieved from and inserted into the Holy Quran.

Moses lied, Jehovah lied (claimed to have made up these laws and clearly plagiarized them), and both Muhammad and Allah also lied.

Actual herbs of Provence.

And 'academia' misrepresents that they are or ever were Plato's Academy.

In the authentic original records themselves, it says that Muhammad instructed all his followers to use the Quran version transmitted from ibn Mas'ud.

Instead, Muslims all follow the Quran versions from Hafs or Warsh - which are completely opposite in many verses, to what is in the ibn Mas'ud version.

So, everyone lies. Where do we go?

...And then we get a bunch of idiots, who say that there is no god. Well how would they know? Going by the moronic books and ideas taught and pushed by criminals everywhere. Or are they the very people, insistent on hiding truth and facts from innocent minds - a mindset, a type of individual, that has been with us for a very long time?

Plato never hid truth from inquiring minds. He made sure they were responsible individuals first, before he imparted it.

And they managed to keep the secrets down through the ages.

Here is a line whose sentiments though not the actual words - because the poet managed to never repeat himself in his verses - are repeated several times throughout his work:

"I stand before the ruins of..."

LOLOLOLOL

It's nice, but it doesn't exist.

Have I not said that here, many many times?

When the targets all fall, I am claiming them.

None of you had even heard of Covid when I posted here and elsewhere 'I see a vision of myself, running across a square, in front of libraries and museums, with books under my cloak, as fires burns in large metal drums, and the people are wandering around in a daze, and walls are fallen down, like some old ruined place.'

Somebody's voice is laughing in the shadows, but it is not Satan's.

Anyway the show ain't even properly begun yet. I have to stick something in the tin drums and really burn them.

(The English transcript of the poem is posted underneath the actual YouTube channel's video version of this below, if you wish to see that).

Battle Of Monte Cassino

Between January and May of 1944, the Allies fought the German Nazi Army in what is now known as the Battle of Monte Cassino.

It took four attempts to break the stronghold of Monte Cassino itself, and a quarter of a million total Allied troops, as against one hundred and forty thousand German troops.

Fifty five thousand Allied soldiers were marked as dead or wounded, and some twenty thousand dead or wounded listed on the Nazi side.

Life after the Keiser.
What did Karl see in his visions
of the future of Chanel...
LOL
Like Gianni before him, he is now getting
the opportunity to work
on the clothing of the
occupants
of UFOs
(hacked from an
interview with Jeremy Clarkson).

It was however, only two German officers who were entirely responsible for having saved the treasures - mostly books and scrolls and manuscripts - of the Abbey's library, only a few months prior to the first bombing assaults by the Allies on the Abbey of Monte Cassino.

The great masterpiece of science fiction - A Canticle for Leibowitz - was written by a member of the original bomber crew that destroyed the ancient Monte Cassino monastery, American author Walter M. Miller Jr.

He based his post-Apocalyptic social science fiction novel on his experiences during the War and on what happened at Monte Cassino. The story depicts a future order of monks dedicated to the mission of preserving the surviving remnants of man's scientific knowledge, in the aftermath of devastating nuclear war, until the day the outside world is again ready for it.

I lifted that last sentence word-for-word from the Wikipedia entry.

The world of human beings is not now, nor will it ever be 'ready' for the true power of real and authentic science knowledge.

The mission to preserve certain kinds of knowledge is not ever for the purpose of handing it over, or back, to men.

The purpose of preserving certain kinds of knowledge - is to have it in the first place.

And be able to make use of it absent of the twisted mentality of having agency with no earned right to it, to the power to destroy other people.

This is the reason no advanced Extraterrestrial Alien species is ever going to contact human people as a group, broadly-speaking, on the planet Earth.

French Vanilla cremes.

The human species is a flawed species, with no prospects for self-resolving those issues which bind it to a dead-end channel of forward movement.

Women are not better than men in this regard; it's only the character of the clever lies, which is different.

Fundamentally, women tend to see themselves as always competing to possess something, on account of which you will typically see the negative propaganda coming from that quarter, if it is a matter of losing out on control over that particular 'Monte Cassino.'

The winners of the Battle of Monte Cassino, were Captain Maximilian Becker and Lieutenant Colonel Julius Schlegel.

You may own something when you can afford to pay in the currency of exchange for that good. And that is just a manner of speaking (about those things), anyway.

But this is not to say the human being does not have consciousness and intelligence. It certainly does have those things.

But on the whole most examples of the human species lack too many of the other necessary components to be very close to being molded into something workable any time soon.

As for the real treasures here, well, Monte Cassino.

Monte Cassino Abbey. Now owned by
Steve Bannon, more or less.

And every now and then, on a clear moonlit night, one might be able to catch a glimpse of something flitting around the skies there, and dropping a few readers off.

Ah but you don't believe that do you.

Only - only, mind you - two dozen of the lowly lowly Embassy staff, may have been affected by Darth Vader's amazing distance choke hold. According to the joint US intel community report issued last Wednesday.

Time for Darth to make a step up, then, I guess, in his targets...

A little glimpse by the young Canadian producer Jav3x:

The GRAND Art of War

'Fight, father. Have you forgotten whose grandson you are?'

...Thus spake the grey-eyed Parthenos Promachos to her father.

And remembering his grandfather Uranus, Ruler of the Universe, the great king of gods and men, slew the last remaining of the primitive Titans.

But the 'earth-born' of those who from the dripping blood of Uranus still remained -, those who were fathered of mortals; some held wounded in their tombs beneath volcanoes, some lingering on high mountains, hidden from the view of most men. And whilst ever their foot would step onto the soil of their homeland, they could not be killed. 

Moreover there was a certain pharmakon, from a plant, which would protect them from death...

And an ancient prophecy held that the gods alone could not destroy them, save with the help of mortals.

The plant, whose name may not be uttered, was taken up - all of them and nothing left behind - and kept in the secret compound protected on all sides by the flaming swords of the many-eyed ones who never sleep.

Betcha cannot guess where?

Thus, he whose very name means to give life to all always, took the very lives of the rebellious Titans, and lay in wait with divine patience for those earthly offspring of the ancient Giants - until they at last showed themselves out of pride and confidence that there was none to prevent them from ruling over men, and believing that the gods themselves were dead or had abandoned their playthings forever upon the earth.

Force is mass times momentum.

...Over time.

The 'clever people' cannot see what is going on right now.

And we're not giving any clues away here either!

(Thanks, Bill Smith, for the following lead):

Who Is Lacking Confidence Right Now?

Anyone? Anyone?

Anyone feeling sad and miserable, with seemingly no solutions available?

Governments all want to hate on you, the poor downtrodden peasants, your women have all abandoned you (not Holy Prophet Muhammad's though; more on him later...) - or, if you are a woman, your men all have feet of clay, right?

Follow the example of Holy Prophet Muhammad (salallahu alayhi wa Ali wa salaam/lol) - for he is verily, the best of Mankind.

Was a dog, not a lion; never had a man's
head, either.

To each of his ten noble wives, he gave 1 free Lamborghini (to each).

To each of his twenty (or was it twenty-five?) noble concubines, he gave 1 Subaru Forester each.

To each of his fifty noble sex slaves that his right hand possessed, he gave one composite carbon fibre bicycle with a Shimano Di2 groupset (automatic gear-changing) to each.

This is from the authentic hadith narrated by abu Huraira ('father of the cats') and is graded 'hasan' (very strong).

In every Age, there have always been situations in which a group of criminal, very evil creatures, tried to, and more than often enough, succeeded in, suppressing Mankind.

Nimrod did it, it may have been going on in the Mayan civilization, maybe the Toltecs, definitely happened in ancient China four thousand years ago, and it is happening today.

And then suddenly one day - a solution arrives. For you.

Do you imagine that you will be able to tell anyone??

LOL

No. You won't be able to tell anyone.

The world will be falling down around your ears, it will be snowing outside, and cold in most places inside - but your ears will have nice fluffy earmuffs on them, and things will be good for you.

See...

There's a place. No one much is allowed to go there. It's here. On this planet right here somewhere.

But mostly no one is allowed to go there. No 'ruling elites' are allowed - actually especially, they are the ones most absolutely blocked.

What they do, though, is try and tell you there is no one there. And that you cannot go there, and don't bother anyway, because there's no one there, right...

Ragnarok does not mean 'Twilight of the Gods.'

Place the dog on one corner of the lowest triangle,
and the many-headed snake on the
other base corner. Mind you, 
that leaves a lot to go, though, doesn't it?
Wonder who knows all of them?

In fact, there is no word 'god' in it at all. 'Gudan' which is the Old Norse for what we call today 'a god,' means someone who you 'pour out a libation to' that you 'sacrifice to in order to have a benefit in return from.'

And there is no word 'gudan' in Ragnarok.

Ragnarok means: 'The Fate... ...of the Rulers.'

And Ragnarok also does not mean 'death' of the gods. 

For gods cannot die.

Mortals can die, they mostly all do die, and a god can take the form of a mortal - in the same way that a 'world's strongest Viking' is able to lift a car, but if he lifts a Matchbox toy car, does that mean then, that he is no longer 'the world's strongest Viking?' (Since he was 'forced' in some way, to show that he was so weak that he could 'only' lift a Matchbox toy car...').

Did you get the point?

Loke does not die in Ragnarok. He seems to be fighting a mortal battle but nothing in the texts says that he dies.

Odin leaps into the maws of the Supreme Wolf Fenrir - but the text does not say that 'he dies.'

The text says the gods are re-born in a lush new world -, all who 'died' in the old one, as new identities, not even remembering who they once were in the old world.

But some of them, do not die at all, and they indeed do recall everything.

I know who you are.

Braised short ribs.
Feed the wolf...
He is hungry.

You only don't know who you are.

You have to go the Well of Mimir, to find out.

Some of you do know who you are.

Be, that person. Once more.

You cannot fail this time.

Ragnarok is already over.

Seek the Wolf. Be the Wolf. Odin is in there. His throne is not empty.

The reason they want to talk about 'everything is one' is to hope (in vain) that you don't kill them altogether, since they insinuate they are like you... The reason they make holes in your shell is to invade it with the dying embers of their breed, before the lights get extinguished for them.

The lights go out all right, in Ragnarok. For the embers that are dying.

Recently, Dr Reda Abdel Halim, accessed some electronic scanning images from NASA of the plateau of Giza, and found a large feature, parallel to the Great Sphinx. He says it is another great Sphinx. It is not, though.

Bitters infused sugar cubes.

Zahi Hawas screamed blue bloody murder and declared: 'No! It is not another Sphinx! NASA and Halim are lying. There is nothing there the scale of the Great Sphinx.'

And that is correct, because as I said here over several years now, long before Halim found anything - it is a many headed snake, like a Gorgon. It is indeed not as big as the Sphinx.

I do not think anyone will discover any indications by now that it was a snake-like design.

But you never know. Maybe they will find something that indicates that.

Use the knowledge. It will work for you.

One day very soon, as people drift away from reading here, and everything looks boring, suddenly we will spring something for the 'left-overs.' Who have hope, if not faith, in their hearts.

LOL

We have it all, space ships, landing craft, hot chicks - the works.

No little scrawny ugly greys though.

Well. Not unless you think I'm that.

Still, you wouldn't want to meet me on a dark night, at the edge of your bed, though right? When you thought you were all alone.

Eeeeeeee-yeeeee. 

The Parallel Social Realities

According to the general media, a few truckers are having a rally in Ottawa today. 

According to me, some time later in the year - in this year - a few hundred people will be holding a ceremony, probably a Summer Solstice Ceremony, out in the Alberta Plains somewhere.

If I Iooked through my local Facebook lists, I could find groups of 'Foodies' right here in the small city I live in, with dedicated FB pages...

Brandied kumquats. What's so special about
them?

...The biggest, now that I have come to actually look a moment ago, has 100,000 members.

Some of the people who contribute here to this Blog, and myself, had a small partnership over about ten years, which owned the most prominent restaurant in probably the most 'snob society-centric' location down here, which was namely, in London Court.

We were very successful and I could easily tell you why (the restaurant was successful) but I won't just yet for reasons that might be clear enough in a minute.

So there's a hundred thousand people, who call themselves 'foodies' and they are, no doubt, but what does it mean?

It means they are a social grouping.

If I put out to them same as I recently put out in an underhanded way here, the words 'kumquat liqueur,' or 'small citrus wines and liqueurs' - would it mean any of them would 'get it' either?

No.

In fact I'll guarantee you none of them would have the foggiest clue.

Now I am personally not going to cook for just anybody. Running a restaurant in the day-hours in the city is also not quite the same thing as cooking privately for people you know and trust.

So I am not cooking this week for a hundred thousand foodies, right?

The manager that runs the big David Jones department store's epicurean section gave me some 'stuff' a day ago and we had a nice little discussion about it and about some various other things as well.

If you come to my place and I cook for you, you could end up on the ceiling.

I mean there's only you around the place right now...

And why would you want to end up on the ceiling?

One clever guy recently put it to me, on the investment board: 'Okay so you shorted the market last few weeks and you've got some other things up your sleeve too, but what will you do with the money anyway?'

Good question.

I'm not going to try and teach a hundred thousand people how to crack eggs and make omelettes - they already know how better than me.

...So, you can go to Ottawa, and you can go to the Alberta Plains Ceremony too.

And these things are all about human social groups, gatherings of people.

There's not many people around here. And that's because we ain't a social group. We're just a tiny mixed bunch of a few odd souls, none of whom is actually lost, however.

It's all very very sad.

What will become of the big groups...? Do you think?

Watch out for the bass at the start on this track below - it's pretty loud at the opening. Brazilian carnival style but futuristic techno... Can you imagine a futuristic sci-fi Brazilian Carnival scene?!

Nina Kravis - playing a live set
in Dubai, where the rich kids are,
allegedly.

Very loud and heavy. This kind of track is usually played just past the middle of a large live trance music set, when the audience is already well inside of a particular BPM zone. This is not the same type of thing - well, actually, it kind of is though - that you can do with food. It's only that one note, that one beat pattern, one sound sample - which is installed right at a spot...

In fact, I'll even tell you where it is along on the video time score - it's exactly at 3:17 exactly.

Oh, and the food.

Yeah. 'Exotic Oriental Aphrodisiacs And Amazing Arabic Talismans.'

Includes the Huangdi Emperor's occult talismans of attracting gold.