The Beautiful Sounds

The Northern Hemisphere right now, and from all reports - especially so in Western Europe and the United Kingdom - is pretty hot.

In summer time across the globe you have cicadas and crickets and katydids, and these all have the remarkable ability to tell you the temperature.

I think the calculation is the number of beats per fifteen seconds plus forty, will give you the temperature in degrees Fahrenheit.

Lamborghini will never make another car
 like this - or like these, at least - and the company
will never be the same again. It's all
over. It's finished.

There are really detailed and much more accurate calculations available too and these are also able to be specifically designated to whichever type of insect is making the sounds that are being heard.

...Don't see why some clever kid could not give us an App for our smart phones so that we can have the temperature displayed according to the sounds of the crickets.

Cicadas don't make any noise below 55 degrees Fahrenheit, or above 100 degrees F.

And being cold blooded, they need quite high temperatures to be active, and they won't fly unless their body temperature ('MFT' - minimum flight temperature) is 65 degrees F or above.

This is another living thing which hides away when it is cold - Blue Nilgiri flowers do it (hide for twelve years, tulip bulbs do it (maybe up to five years), and certain cicadas can do it for an amazing seventeen years.

In a few places around the world, Tropical countries particularly, there are lots of these insects which make noise at night, as well as during the day. To say nothing of those giant flying beetles that just make a hell of a racket flying and crashing into bright lights and window shutters and glass windows and just, well anything and everything.

In deep winter, there are no such creatures around - everything tends to go hide away from the elements, and hibernate. You can hear the wind maybe, or the rain or the snow, and sometimes, things are eerily quiet. 

I love it sometimes, when the air is still and everything is super quiet and then it lightly snows, and the flakes float down in a kind of a virtual silence, although if you listen carefully, there will be a soft, regular whispering hush and if you listen really close, there will be tinkling sleigh bells and... ...ah, naw, not those! lol

...Ah, but still, wait just a minute there.

What I want to do, is have you hear something, when everyone else hears nothing at all.

I want you to hear those little tinkling bells.

I especially want no one else to hear.

Here is the point - summer rolls around, the cicadas all start up. It's all very clear. The air is warm, the sun is bright, the grass is tall and turning burnt yellow at the tips in the heat.

Autumn comes, then winter - and everything is covered in frost and things all go to sleep.

When things sleep they dream, and there, they 'may' see the elves and so on; in their dreams.

But you, you should not be asleep. You should be wide awake.

Things you can see in the
'darkness...'

For the wolves also hunt in the snow and in deep winter.

And you are required to protect whomsoever you will protect, that is part of your tribe, dwindled though it has become, down down down, to these last remaining few.

You see, humans become distorted inside, from the conditions of their life and of the prevailing society and all of its economic and political forces. People become materially altered.

Invisible, intangible, ideas have material force.

Ideology becomes material force - this is a basic example of how and why people can become changed physically because of the effects of a bad society, and a bad social system and a bad social structure.

If something has been so twisted for so long, it becomes impossible or impractical to untwist it. The human beings of today cannot, practically-speaking, be untwisted and they are grossly distorted beyond saving.

People who accept or acknowledge the spiritual paradigm - all presume that there is a fundamental 'core unchanging' soul that is hidden, almost as in 'hibernation' as it were, if the outward aspects, the human society for instance, is repressing it or acting as a negative force during any given epoch. And that is not true.

Come with me.
Follow me.
Into here...
Where there is nothing
and no man goes.

The human soul is in fact ever-changing! It is tied to its material physical circumstances!

It becomes, what society is seeking to make of it.

Servile, docile, suppressed, repressed, damaged, self-contradictory.

Take all those things away from the average modern human being and what have you got left over?

You haven't got the same person.

You might as well kill the person altogether.

This is what the Christian Bible teaches, without equivocating about it. This is what God is purposing to do.

'For the weeds shall be seen then, and the angels shall then be sent to all the parts of the whole world - to all the four corners, so to speak - to gather up all those weeds into large bundles, and prepare them for the flames.'

Go you down to the broad streets, to the market square, and there you will observe a man with a jug of pure clear water...

Accost him, and say to him - take me to your upper rooms, for we have need of them this very evening.

What does that really mean? Are you meant to be rude to someone and just domineer them into something?

Watch these pages over the coming days. All will soon be revealed.

This, seems simple - until you get to near the end, and then you find, it was never that simple to begin with:

Seashell Resonance...

So, don't worry - no one's going to pay any attention to this post.

Nothing special.

Nobody cares about kids holding seashells up to their ears and hearing the ocean.

Here is the free first part of something that contains some ridiculous things in it:

My Affair With A Chinese Billionaire's Daughter

My objective here is to get you to have um, a lot of things that you want and that you do realistically require too - but in the simplest possible ways and with as close to no money at all as can be achieved. We have to think that sitting down somewhere and having coffee costs something though. You know, all the accountants and auditors among us will factor-in the current price of gas -, or your bus ticket! To say nothing of that expensive French pastry. At least the coffee you made from the pulverized coffee powder that Doug Casey encouraged you to stockpile all those thirty years ago now and that he said would last in its sealed tin.

Which it has although, Bill - we went through ours oh, um, a couple of years back now! Correct?

LOL

If you can hold a seashell up to your ears and observe the similarity of the sound of seashell cavity resonance cancelling out audio energy inputs, and leaving the 'shzzzh' of millions of little tiny acoustic air wave tops... ...with the sound of millions of tiny ocean wave tops - then you can discover the hidden human faculty of 'euciception.'

When you have a standing wave situation, waves cancel each other out - in terms of the increase of net propagation of energy. In other words, there isn't any.

All of the world - social, political and economic - is just noise beating against objects but none of it is resulting in a standing wave (coherent reflection of waves in precise counter-sync) forming.

A standing wave can have a beneficial function because of its ability to attain a consistent output effect.

Something which is consistent, is predictable.

EG If a price rises consistently, and the conditions remain the same over the course of any give future period - then you can predict that actual nominal future price.

And -, you won't be able to do that in the modern world, because things are incoherent across all bases and not even 'predictably' chaotic, either.

Are we going to do this, Bill?
Are we going 'Paris - Dakar?'

The German government today, is literally going to have its own citizens freeze and starve this winter. That is not 'chaotic;' it is dysfunctional and incoherent in terms of beneficial public policy goals.

The result is that the government itself will be thrown out - at some point. So it is also incoherent in terms of the presumed objectives of individual politicians.

People - understandably - end up forming conspiracy theories about 'why,' this kind of thing happens at all.

...So, all of you who have been reading assiduously and paying close attention here over the last say year or so, will know that I already mentioned something about an Australian coin that was going for sixty dollars when my Chinese lady friend first told me about it.

Well, I'll just let y'all look on-line for what its current price is.

Cavity resonance detection is something you uncover in the way your brain is able to process information.

One of the greatest books on money ever written (it's a kids book) outlines the case of a small but ancient and rare coin, that 'everyone' in that particular small township (where the coin originally was in a museum or library or something) wanted to recover and that had appeared to have been lost or stolen - but which ended up being discovered to have simply been a well-made counterfeit. 

Everyone goes home, sad that the thing was worthless all along.

Cavitation resonance.
Nothing special - much.
You know they've already built
these things with turbines instead of
wheels and they fly - don't you?

One bright lad realizes, however, that someone or some people could have been making these counterfeits on an industrial scale and extracting a lot of money from a lot of people - not just in this one little out-of-the-way township.

You focus on the first line of logic and you'll end up - in this world today - being lost in the incoherence and the noise.

The question, my friends, is not how many of these valuable coins I have right now, but what do you suppose is going to happen in the future - back at '2 dollars' and then again through 'sixty dollars' and so on?

So. All of you here who have been thinking that 2 dollars is a lot of money.

What was that present price again? Tell me? Out loud...

When your brain is really starting to 'see' and to think in advanced ways, everything is virtually perpetually quiet: 

A Simple Snack

It's midnight here right now. Middle of night, absolutely freezing cold. Southern Hemisphere - it's winter.

I believe in Europe they are having some kind of unusual heat wave with higher temperatures than ever before. Look, it's the End of the World, see. Everybody knows this.

What am I eating? What am I drinking?

(It's always about those things with me, no matter what, EOTW or not).

I'm eating dry bread, mustard and salt.

Let your life - and your lifestyle - 
be very simple.

I'm drinking strawberry and lemon juice and something else, dunno what exactly.

But you know better than that. Things are never going to be as simple as that around here!

The bread is oven-warmed bruschetta with oregano baked-in, the mustard is black truffle mustard, the salt is well you can imagine any kind of 'exotic' sea salt that you wish. I have several kinds here and am using just one of them at the moment. And, I have to admit, there is Swiss cheese and a few bruschetta pieces with tamarind chutney on them... Just to kick things up a bit, you understand.

And olive oil. The very best most strongly-flavored kind imaginable.

The drink is strawberry syrup infused with eucalyptus and other Australian wild-bush essences, fresh lemon juice and bitters maybe okay just maybe with also a touch of strawberry liqueur - and an air-dried orange slice garnish.

...I could have plain black tea afterwards. Possibly. Probably. Haven't got around to that yet. Still have the cocktail going in the champagne glass shaped like some French woman's breast. As the story goes.

Very very simple.

Meanwhile, Lee Stranahan said in own of his most recent tweets that he is 'back home by himself and wanted to use us out here as his only immediate source of conversation,' and that it was also 'around midnight' - whenever he shot that tweet off.

And then he added: 'No pressure.'

I quipped back something about Wilhelm Reich to him and imagine his head has exploded as the result.

Life is very simple with me.

How 'bout you?

Oh.

What about that latest piece?

Here it is. The link (a link) is here.

My Affair With A Chinese Billionaire's Daughter.

This one not free, but contains the 'coin' thing:

This contains the ridiculously - actually, prolly quite horrifying as well - stunning reference to the coins that Elon Musk was trying to buy from my Chinese friend...

Er, he actually succeeded as far as I understand things and probably still is buying them up.

And good for him, too. 

I've already mentioned, haven't I (although maybe a while back now) that who really taught me about all of this nonsense with the cocktails was the key grip and focus puller for Helmut Newton when Newton was working in Sydney - who also happened to have been Lee Marvin's marlin fishing companion and some-time CIA um, um, um, you know, did bad things, guy.

Well, we do these things too.

I have him pinned for a notorious serial killing spree 'somewhere' and the cops have no idea. The guy they eventually 'got' was basically a bunny for this other person and yes, I'm sure he had something to do with things but he was not the 'architect.'

More or less everyone's dead now so... Besides which let me tell you, there was way more to what was going on than ever met the eye, especially in the media.

None of those things were quite so simple as either the cops or anyone else wants to know or believe either. I liked the murderer, actually. He was completely nuts, but he was also someone who very likely had done quite a lot to overcome his sociopath condition. Failing, though, certainly.

At the time I was much younger and was simply following who the rest of the 'big league in town' knew. You know, on the theory that if you hang around with nine other rich people, then the tenth rich person will be you.

I wasn't expecting to find that out of nine rich people virtually anywhere, all nine of them were or 'would be,' completely stark raving mad - and crooked. 

Most sensible people eventually get around to the 'I don't want to be rich rich, I just want to not have so many problems, especially those that can be solved with money.'

Okay.

The drama, the drama.

I'll go along with that.

I was with the serial killer one time, and he wanted to have me go along with him 'fishing.' He caught herring. Only thing was, the herring were running and he never stopped catching them and that was when I really figured - this guy has no sense of boundaries at all. By the time he 'stopped' it was blazing hot, midday in the Australian summer sun (and that is hot!) and basically, well, the fish had stopped running. He 'let me' take off, and he himself stayed around still though. God only knows why at that point.

It was a public pier in a fairly public place although, if you were there at four in the morning there were not that many people around, depending on the time of year. In hindsight, I recall having suspicions about his talking about wanting to go fishing there. But you know what, he was a dealer-broker with a very prominent local stock brokers and I was raising capital at that time.

Some time later, not very long later, a girl whose relative had been on the board of an Australian Merchant Bank which was seeking a full banking licence (and never got it), died 'somewhere' - her car which had somehow rolled off that same pier according to some serious theories, being found in the sea fifty meters away. As far as I understand, her body has never been found.

Did I really like him though, or just find him 'interesting?' Well he was a human being all the same -, I don't like them as a general rule. So no I don't think I did like him as such. But I did learn many things from him. And that's one of the great issues with life - you learn stuff from the most absurd and unmerited places, often.

And you cannot really like someone who is not intrinsically or naturally safe.

Everyone thinks being a human is a privilege and that it implies that you are in this elite of intelligent sentient beings...

I dispute that.

When I look back and think about all of the ridiculously dangerous situations and places I have been - and probably you have too - and I have been in a real war-zone (although not as a participant doing 'war-fighting') and so have many of you... SMH

I want a simple life. LOLOLOLOL

The Treasure is - Le Voila!

Surely you must be getting an inkling by now, that it is just not the right thing to do, to go telling people about where the treasure is buried...

In one or two days, I will post a link to something, in which you will find a brief reference to 'coins.'

And the immediate second that you see what this is about, you will quickly go - 'Oh hey no, Calvin. Don't say any more about this!'

Relax. It's coffee time again!
Yay.

...So, this Chinese girl (I already told y'all about it here a while back now) told me about this, and we have been 'acquiring' these for five years straight. You just tell me then, how much we have here now.

LOL

It was literally sixty bucks when I first looked (and I told you that too at the time right here; so it's totally a matter of public record).

Anyway forget all that. We want to look ahead now, to the matter of rising interest rates and what that actually means for you.

But what I want you to do, is read the linked stuff later on, and then ask yourself, do you really want it to be the case, that we blurt the whole thing out here in public?

And no, you will certainly (no 'free-will' involved at all! LOLOLOL) say 'no.'

You will say no.

Because the first thing you will realize is that no one much knows about this, and that you want to 'get in' before the whole crowd stampedes, and, it can also be the case that governments and 'controllers' hit out against those with knowledge and simply just create absolute horrendous crises hurting millions - just to get at those who 'busted their silly little scheme.'

So... We are 'ignorant.' Okay. And that's one reason why I said that I am 'stoopid' before.

Hey for another thing it's just way too much pressure when some blinking aeronautical and space scientist and engineer billionaire, starts asking you questions! What am I supposed to tell them? I don't know! I don't speak the same BS language they all learned and think is 'true stuff!' I could say something to them and they will privately go to themselves 'Oh that's wrong;' whereas in fact I am totally right and they off their faces wrong!

Ah but French coffee is never just coffee,
is it?
All the best French are Russians: Vadim, Polanski, 
Lagerfeld... 

From my point of view they are primitive and incapable of getting up to speed fast enough.

Look, let me show you something - about a seemingly different subject, but I will tie it back in later here - which ought to be abundantly clear to any lay-person:

The reason that your consciousness is very obviously and very apparently present in your pain, fears, anxiety, and suffering - is because it is a practical necessity to make your biochemistry work palpably and urgently and very rapidly when the thing is a question of urgent fight or flight; it's a matter of your immediate physical survival.

Is that not obvious?

It is obvious.

But what makes it that every single lunatic ignoramus on the planet aka 'scientist' and 'psychologist' assumes that that is what consciousness is, and where it is located always - namely, inside your physical needs? And what makes the relaxation response the opposite of the fight or flight response?

Absolutely nothing at all. It isn't (the opposite) and they are all wrong.

Okay. So now look here at this example - something threatens danger and so your body gets into the mode of 'fight or flight.' In the short term.

But in the real term, your actual physical reality (and what your true needs are, in terms of what you must overcome for actual survival) is that you die.

Every stoopid psychologist knows
about the neural mechanisms
of seeing the color 'red.'
But this here ain't red, is it.

Well 'when' were you planning in your 'consciousness' to 'fight or flight' that?

Psychologists' answer to that question is: never. Because they claim to know there is a thing called 'general adaptive adaptive response.' Well is there?

Is that how dinosaurs survived, is it, then?

LOL

They must have all 'generally adapted' to being killed off.

There's no such thing.

How to make a 'little bit of money' is how you will see in this upcoming new thing.

How to make a huge amount of money is how to handle ten-year bonds when the panic/crisis hits - which it will, unless you all go advertising that 'Oh hey we know how to survive this!!'

So we all agree we're not going to do that, right? Right?!

All the Wall Street Bear Board old hands already know about how to mess around with bonds when it counts.

The new kids here have to just learn to 'keep their mouths a little bit closed' and let the politicians all go cut their own throats.

So, what's the tie-in?

Well, if you think that human consciousness is something fixed in, embedded, in survival fear and panic, well then you will just never see what the process is about how to make money while neither spinning nor toiling.

I promised to give you hints about those who are in touch with let's just say 'very advanced knowledge and understandings.' Again, the WSB people will probably know who I am talking about when I say this guy - someone who sold all of his property portfolio at the top of the market a year before the 80's stock market Crash, and has been doing that kind of thing consistently ever since.

Going for 'French coffee' is
always going to end up with
champagne, and this.

That kind of person 'sees' when others do not.

He is using a process that is absolutely not, this one about 'fright or flight.' 

Heaven, my friends, is just plain not for everyone.

So how does your consciousness work, at the top end - away from crisis, panic, fear, doubt, and permanent anxiety?

Physiologically, bio-chemically, your body screams at you when you are in danger.

But what does it do, when you are closing in on treasure...?

Nah. It's not 'joy,' 'excitement,' 'expectation.' This is not about some kind of 'manifesting' technique. 

What is the actual neuro-chemical response mechanism to do with these things, the same way as nociceptors exist for risk and danger; 'fight or flight?'

Don't know?

No. No Earth scientist does, either.

There isn't such a mechanism explained by anyone.

And I for one, do not personally intend that there is going to be either. But here in these pages I will give you every single possible clue to working it out for yourself; and, you will definitely realize at some point, that no, this is absolutely not something you want to be going around blurting out to all and sundry.

The guy who could not walk in the Bible was a physical cripple. But the whole human race is also a guy who cannot stand up on his two feet and walk - because it is an emotional, and absolute intellectual cripple.

Why I Am Also 'Stoopid'

I am one of those people who can watch a movie one week, and the very next week watch it again (if I liked it the first time, of course), and 'pretend' that I don't really know the ending at all.

Over many years now, I have more or less trained myself to literally retain no recollection of the ending scenes - so I basically get almost greater enjoyment in subsequent viewings!

And, I can keep it going for, well -, I haven't reached my 'upper limit yet.'

Joe Bailon invented the color 
'Candy Apple Red.'
Goes really well on Corvettes.

For example I have watched 'Wall Street' (the movie) upwards of eighty times now; I stopped counting after sixty...

To this moment, I would have to drag it out of the deepest recesses of my brain what really happens in the end - all I recall is that Gekko whacks Bud Fox in the nose either right at the end or near there or something; I have no idea. And what that even has to do with the actual ending I don't exactly know.

Ice Station Zebra? No idea how that ends either. How many times watched? Impossible to tell. Could even be more than Wall Street.

So what I'm about to say now, should be taken in context of that.

It would be just wrong of me, and a lie to not tell you all, that I just got directly contacted by 'friends.' I have a vague understanding of why, but that didn't stop me from quickly checking all the world news to see if maybe something 'disastrous' or stupendously beneficial, happened. But there was nothing in the news anywhere at all.

I checked with a few Earth friends, even the surreptitious ones - same result.

Mozambique raw rubies.
Nice.

I know why they made contact. It was extremely brief but it was certainly 'interesting' and still for me rather exciting even now, or in fact, especially now. When I was a tiny kid it was nothing to me at all - just plain run-of-the-mill stuff that was to be expected, and always in exact line with 'times and schedules' that somehow I seemed to have 'prior knowledge' about. And when I say 'prior knowledge' I mean full prior knowledge.

Frankly, I'd have to say I pushed myself through this same stage of 'pretending' stuff, likely in order to fit into everyone else and their perceptions and views and therefore expectations.

The basic thing has always been like some kind of 'way-point' signal: 'you are on track now.' 

Beforehand it's like you have to push with effort, against the abject thickness of opposition to the flow that you are directing.

And then though, eventually, the opposition just breaks down. At every moment before that, it was a massive wall that appeared as if it could never be broken down or broken through. It always breaks.

The fundamental idea that I have been circling around over the last few days is this: human beings have very clear-cut neural systems in-built, that signal certain kinds of danger to the brain. The active parts of this system are known as 'nociceptors.'

Just because of the colors!
You don't go out and buy and drink
the stuff, for heaven's sakes!
You just look at the colors. Nice colors.

So, your hand has some conception of when a strut is about to break under strain or pressure, for instance. Your skin has a good conception about when something is 'getting too hot.' 

I can see from the site data here, that a reasonably large group of the same readers stop by and pay some attention to what is being said.

So that group of people will be the only people in the whole world right now, who will shortly become aware of the human neurological systems of 'euciceptors.' And these are neural and neuro-sensory/chemosensory systems which deliver knowledge (acutely reliable information) to the brain about when you are in the vicinity of some highly valuable thing that is capable of and also about to be, being accessed by you.

Most people wander around whole entire large and fairly concentrated numbers of people (for example, in cities), as well as theoretical or hypothetical or commercially-offered resources, and have no knowledge of whether any of those things are actually available to them in reality, or whether what is being represented to them on the surface, is even the thing they are after underneath that in any case mostly fabricated surface.

Virtually always nowadays, you cannot make money gambling at a casino, because the rules of gaming and betting have evolved to take into the picture all the known historical methods of having the player have a bettable chance to win. You can 'place pressure' on a gaming table and it will not break in your favor.

The same goes for the stock market.

Yeah, even on a 
good day, I'm not
going to be Kimy though,
right?!

You can 'chat up' some model at Davos in the face of George Soros but you will not overcome the size of money that will be used against you, if even simply to block you from prevailing, and not even to get that other person into the sex-room with ugly George for any money; simply to block you.

And this is because neither you nor George have euciceptors enabled and functioning. George is using money to overcome direct practical competition. And you don't have any money to do it back to him, but that would be your plan anyway...

Let the word 'euciceptor' and the concept of it roll around in your head for awhile.

Don't let it be that people are spoon-feeding you too much. I know you guys, if the super advanced ET Aliens come down here and spoon-feed you, your eyes will fall onto the spoon, and seeing that it is shiny like silver, you will knick it! 

Oh I don't need to eat the contents - I just want the spoon...

What I mean by me being 'stoopid' is that this is still all so much fun for me. And it always will be. I should know how it all ends, and I do - somewhere in the mind there... ...Somewhere. Right now I can't see where and therefore I don't have in my consciousness what the ending is. I think it's good, though.

...Is in Romanian. You'll still be able to understand it, because - euciceptors, and pronoia: