Not Decisively Concluded

So I like to bring things to here that are more or less 'resolved matters' so that whatever is being said 'might' be useful to someone if they choose to apply something - if anything was presented in terms of concrete steps of action or thinking.

But earlier today I was, I suppose confronted, with some facts - or at least one overall major fact to do with my own personal background and history and personal experience - and I have not yet been able to work out how to make use of the knowledge, because it does amount to some knowledge gained.

Soon, we will be walking
down some pretty weird 
lane-ways here.

There is no way I can really explain the details and a vaguely disappointing aspect of it all, is that all of my own parents and uncles and aunts and that type of thing of the generation involved - are all now deceased. And well and truly so, in fact.

On one level the matters entailed would be more impressive and shocking, I guess, to those now passed people, but then too, I wonder whether they would go too far in trying to harass my sister, who is in fact the key individual around whom this whole thing turns; and not me.

Now my sister - this is my younger one - is one of the senior managers at a major mining engineering company of global reach, so this is hardly something I would even try to take to her and in any case we are estranged these days... Funny thing that too. 

Well Bill, if you are reading, this is going to at least be slightly more of an understandable thing to you than to most others reading here right now. But to meander rather obscurely around the key details, I will just say that my elder sister never spoke English but rather Hokkien when she was growing up -, literally refused to speak much at all in English even at home and was very aloof even to Cantonese-speaking people and hung around exclusively the Hokkien people that she knew. 

However my younger sister never spoke at all.

The first time I ever heard any actual language and words from out of her mouth was when she was seven and that was not in the overseas country where she was born but here in Australia, and when she finally spoke, she spoke perfect English with an Australian accent.

The whole of her life she claimed - in fact swore - that she never remembered anything at all of her life prior to the moment that she stepped foot off the plane here. As I recall it, in fact she fell asleep just before we got into the car heading off for the airport and she never woke up until we arrived a couple of thousand miles travelling away by air (which was not that quick in those days).

...And now, looking back and understanding what I understand now, and having seen something just now earlier today, er, well, there is no way any of you would believe if I told you what I thought. 

I have one close cousin in Switzerland though, who I might talk with about this and she will certainly have a similar perspective to the one that I hold about it.

But the matter affects all of us normies, because there are things we can exploit from the knowledge of this thing (not to say that I might ever be able to say what it is specifically).

The Taoists have some mixed narratives concerning this, and it is covered by what Chinese people call 'the lightning rites of Taoism.' Though, it must be said this is about 'some' Taoism, especially lineage Taoists, not all Taoism and certainly not your typical Taoism that is fairly common even in the West these days.

I do this to myself all the time though. I act like something is really surprising and shocking to me, and I know logically that, well, it just plain isn't (surprising) because I fully know all about it already; it shouldn't be any surprise to me. But I live such a 'normal' life, superficially, that I think (laughingly at myself here) that it's like an act where I've so much been absorbed into the role, that I actually get the feelings that that 'character' might get. Even though I fully know I'm playing a role.

How to make practical use of what I discovered I have not resolved at all yet.

That you can make practical use of it is certain.

Ah well. But now we are going to be taking a long walk through the very bizarre, weirdo Taoism culture stuff! LOL

And I do mean the really weird stuff.

Now part of the reason I would even dream of mentioning this type of thing so openly here, is because I know that at least some of you anyway, are, probably like me too - 'waking up to the odd thing or two that happened' after many hours, even days of being quite dimwitted about it! So you know exactly what I'm talking about. And everyone else will have to just catch up or laugh it all off and put it down to just another idiot on the web talking nonsense. Ha ha. Right. Ha flippin' ha.

Like I said a couple of posts ago here - we have to learn to just live with mystery a little bit.

...We've played this track a while ago here already, but it's worth playing it again. It's like the feeling when you get your head dunked under really ice cold water (South Pole - Till The Dawn):

Maybe You Don't Quite See The 'Klaatu' Factor Yet

LOL

Nearly just about fell off my chair.

So John Hamm's character in the 2008 flick 'The Day The Earth Stood Still' (re-make, obviously) says to Jen Connelly's character at the start of the movie, as the two are walking dramatically fast somewhere, in a state of obvious urgency about something: 'Helen! ...Thought it was important to have you part of this team.'

...It's just afternoon tea with 
the boys and girls.

...My dialogue would have gone like this from there:

Helen: 'Oh -? Why?'

Granier: 'Because you're hot that's why. And Helen, can you please stop with the Hollywood starvation thing because it's not a good look. Like stop, as in Klaatu Barada Nikto already.'

And that freight train would have zoomed out of the station from there and you never would have been able to call it back after that!

Connelly's agent would have been on the phone yelling at you, Hamm would have been suppressing a dodgy kind of half-smile.

Would have been more or less the end of the actual 'story' story too -, about 'Helen' the astrobiologist at Princeton (naturally, would have to be at there...), and this object heading in fast from out-of-space (there's a sign there, reads: 'Out-Of-Space') to impact with Manhattan (where else).

In my version, Granier would have immediately taken off with Helen, in his latest flying car thing-y he got from Mohammed bin Maktoum in Dubai, heading off like the end scenes of Blade Runner, to some out of the way wilderness place, while all the self-replicating nano-bots that came off the space ship which landed in Central Park (naturally, where else) that afternoon, eat everything man-made that is in their way - to wherever it was they were headed.

On the way out - as they fly away - Helen turns to Granier: 'Why are you running away? Aren't you going to save humanity?'

And Granier says to Helen: 'Shut up Helen.'

'Helen' - in The Day The Earth Stood Still.
Aiiiyee! Run for your lives.
It's the end of the world!

And Helen says: 'Don't you tell me to shut up. I am a female and an astrobiologist at Princeton, and you are just nothing but a toxic white maleness thing.'

Granier: 'So what was your plan then, you know, in life? Make some huge dollars from CIA for helping them come up with a lunatic 'Alien invasion' scenario that they can spin for the dumb public, and then buy a mansion in Martha's Vineyard?' Granier chuckles to himself there. 'Well I don't like your plan. We've thrown out that plan, and now we're using my plan.'

Helen: 'Who's we?'

Granier: 'Oh you haven't figured that out yet, Professor? Professor at Princeton.' Sneers.

Granier kicks up the flying car whatever it is - the made in China one - and causes Helen's head to be shoved back hard into the soft puffy head-protector section.

'You women, you're only good for one thing. Okay maybe a couple of things.'

'Let me out!'

'Nah shut up.'

***

At last they reach the wherever Granier was headed, a really cool place, lots of cedar trees or Balsam Firs or something...

He releases the seat harness that was holding Helen in. He gestures around them expansively.

Green chutney
afternoon tea sandwiches.
With crusts cut off.

'What d'you wanna do? Run away from here? Off you go then.'

Ten minutes later Granier and Helen are in the kitchen, and Granier is showing Helen how to make 'green chutney' the way ET Aliens like it. So that she can make green chutney sandwiches - with the crusts removed.

'See? You chop the sweet gherkins up like this, and then you mix that all up with mint sauce, and then you throw in some cumin and some dill. They don't like it like the way the Tamils have it with all that curry powder and garlic and whatever. Just like this. This way even that faker Charles Windsor would like it.'

'Well give me the knife then...'

'No way! You wait till I'm out of your reach!' He moves away toward a door.

'Where are you going?' Helen asks with some trepidation, since she has been told there are about to be ET Aliens turning up for scones and jam and sandwiches and tea.

'Eeeeeh-eeeeh - don't you worry about where I'm going. And if you think I won't be able to see if you try anything smart -, dumb that is, well - see that round orb thing sitting on the corner cabinet there? Well that is sending me video of everything in here and if you try to run too far it will chase you down and zap you.'

'Zap?' 

'Yeah like, you know, just imagine I am Bill Gates and I am saying it's gonna zap you, in the arm there; zap zap.'

'Are you going to be very long?'

This is not Prosecco, obviously.
Prosecco will make you
'bubble drunk.'

'I am just going to make sure we have enough wine down in the cellar.' Granier says as he starts to walk out the door, but then turns his head briefly: 'I can hear you thinking about coming out and locking the door to the cellar, locking me in there. Just forget it. Stoopid idea. What are you going to do all by yourself when the ET's turn up? ...By the way what kind of wine do you like?'

'Prosecco.'

'Prosecco? You like Prosecco. Figures. Yeah you'll be sorry. Me and the Aliens know tricks about straws and bubbles you know.'

***

Night had fallen.

Helen has decided she is not going to murder Granier just right away at least. Maybe after dinner.

Granier has had an oven roast on for a few hours already.

Helen has completely downed a whole bottle of Prosecco.

Grainer takes the roast out from the oven, and presently carves many inside-pink pieces and lays them out on the very large white platter.

There's greens. There's baked pumpkin.

...There's little bright twinkly stars in the clear night-sky outside too.

'Where are your famous ET Aliens?' Helen asks -, a touch sarcastically, Granier thinks.

There's a gentle knock at the open front door.

'We're in here.' Granier answers the knocking. 'Come right in.'

It was a young girl, well, a woman, maybe mid twenties - shaggy and feathered hair with thick blunt bangs and shoulder length locks angled toward the face. A rather hippie kind of style of clothing.

Definite scent of Sixties patch frag and Seventies tutti frutti chewing gum.

She was, in fact, actually chewing gum.

'Helen, meet Bree.'

'Is she an Alien?' Helen asks.

The recent arrival laughed. 'Am I a what? An Alien?'

You're always gonna 
need this stuff!

You know the funny thing about 'The Day The Earth Stood Still' is that for some reason, they have Keanu Reeves' character at the start being a solitary mountaineer exploring the Karakoram mountains in India. And then he 'encounters a glowing sphere' which knocks him unconscious and then when he awakens he finds there is a scar on his hand, where a sample of his DNA has been taken.

LOL 

I really find that quite funny.

The most dangerous person on this planet, right now, is the one you might have to say 'Klaatu Barada Nikto' to, and Chris Wray, my friend, unless you're hot like the kids in the film-script says above, well it ain't gonna work for you, buddy. Even if you had the wit to use it when things start getting a bit desperate. The 'most dangerous' thing is not any nano-bots and stuff.

...Oh you guys wanna see the ET Aliens -, when they arrive at the wilderness place?

Well they also have those kinds of short-cropped hair styles, except they have long pointy ears and very straight-across long almond eyes and eyebrows that give the appearance though not the reality, of up-slanted angular orbital sockets. The rest of their face is very angular though and that is where the impression comes from. And yes they have these long long scrawny fingers and hands.

It's not so much that 'Helen' is liable to get scared when she sees the ET Aliens. It's when she sees herself in a reflective surface somewhere and realizes that over the last few hours... ...her own ears have been changing. And her eyes.

A lot of people say they have no 'scars' where someone has taken some sample DNA. But then, if you place them in a monitored process of regression under hypnosis - they mostly all have had samples taken. ...I mean real people, not imaginary NPC binaries walking around you as if they are actual conscious individual unit living human beings. We don't lose actual people you know! Nothing is ever lost.

  

 

Poem, And The Conjecture Of Sumerian

Although historians and linguists have a pretty good idea as to what Sumerian 'words' mean, they have no solid basis for knowing what those words sounded like when spoken by the people - whoever those people were - of ancient Sumer.

The academic consensus now is that whoever those people were, they were not originally Semitic. And this is even despite that they are the oldest known civilized peoples in the 'Semitic' regional language pool and Sumerian area.

...So we are talking about 5,000 - 6,000 years BC.

Does the dragon live there...?

What I am going to do is re-post as the main body of text here, the poem by 'Slava.'

This is a really high quality poem, there is no question about it. 

The dragon that is a key element of the poem is named 'Mushussu' - which is a dragon from the ancient culture and narratives of Sumer, although most of the actual writings and depictions in art that we have of it, are from later Mesopotamia (Babylon), no earlier than around 2,000 years BC.

I  am inclined to go along with Paul Wallis on this matter of Semitic dragons -, which is specifically that this dragon is in fact where the later Hebrews got the imagery of 'JHVH' from. In fact, this 'Mushussu' is JHVH.

Wallis connects the 'x' which we have transliterated here in the 'sh' part of the word or name 'Mushussu' with the 'H' of JHVH - because he says, and correctly in my view, that 'x' is simply the letter for some unusual sound 'hk' or 'hks.' 

He actually says that this sound is literally an (ET) Alien word or sounded thing, which we are not used to here with our tongue and tried to find human ways to denote: he says it is from the Reptilians; their language. 

Okay. I'm cool with that.

Naturally I would like some pics taken like last week maybe, by Navy through the portals of any of these flying craft they see all over the place. I would like close-up shots of Reptilians. Wouldn't you?

Not going to happen though because unless someone is faking it, there are no Reptilians flying around here these days.

Humans are a long way from
ancient Sumer.
None of this comes from 
'sci-ence.'
This is engineering and art 
and the human
metaphysical psychology
of optics by Arabic
thinkers.

There are Reptilians on the planet. But none with any kinds of flying craft at all, other than what the Military Industrial Complex might want to supply them let's say, and that is if they even knew who was behind the human skin covering asking to have one of their piles of junk.

The spirit of this poem, though, is nothing at all like the direction of this kind of talk. The poem is about understanding true treasure, and yet, all of the mythology about 'treasure' in human culture always includes something that guarded it, and often that thing doing the guarding was a dragon or a large magical serpent creature.

I am right now turning over a few ideas for a Sci Fi 'futuristic' story and I am starting to notice that many of the interesting movies of the last seventy-odd years (maybe not earlier though, these seemed to do what I want to try and aim at), are just long-winded sagas of micro-events that we are taken through in order to avoid just 'solving the puzzle' before we even started the movie!

Klute, for example...

It's obvious, when you look at the plot description now, that 'Peter Cable' is the problematic guy from the moment you find out that a particular (obscene) letter of many that were received by the Jane Fonda character - 'Bree Daniels' - was discovered in the office of the 'missing' executive, and that the fellow executive asking Klute to go find the missing man is Cable principally and not the cops as such, and that all of them know each other.

'Bree Daniels' in her
Sixties hippy clothes
and probably wearing patchouli.
Where is this person now?
Gone missing.
To think that if she were at
the height of her acting
career today, she would
most certainly die young 
of starvation.

The entire rest of the movie takes you round and round very interesting little vignette scenes, human micro-ecology scenes, that just serve to distract you from the obvious, and make it seem like there is a 'mystery.' ...When there is really no mystery at all.

So. Futuristic Sci Fi storyline. Someone goes missing. Hot woman in the picture. Several minor other hot women. Maybe you have to throw in a hot 'boy' today as well.

There is a treasure. Don't know where it is. What is its value?

Is it like Trellium-D or just plain ordinary tiles of gold-pressed Latinum?

Who knows.

Here's the poem:

Where the mushussu dragon nests on the mountaintops

Looking down the valleys on numerous human folks

Puffing clouds through rain and snow

From his nostrils to the land below

For thousands of years he guarded the treasure

Saved from the Great Flood

The treasure that Gods had brought in there From the land of Sumer and Akkad

Great kings of the past tried their best

To get the treasure they came on a quest

The killed the dragon and burned his body

Same start like every other
good Sci Fi movie - a walk in the rain.

But the treasure was found by nobody...

I happened to be on that mountain

Deadly tired, I found a fountain...

Sometime later I was told by the seers

In the eye of the dragon filled with magical tears

I washed my body and cleaned my face

And was resurrected by the Gods' grace

The treasure well hidden from humanity

Was the fabled fountain of immortality

Learning To Live With Mystery

There will be some of you right now, or maybe for some time already, who have been observing and experiencing the odd few 'incidents' related to the subject matter that has been heavily canvassed in here for quite a while.

Now I don't know about the rest of you, but for me the one aspect that leaps out is just how subtle and nuanced and in some senses 'odd,' 'strange' or even 'mysterious' are the hard facts associated with this material.

Stay away from the chocolates, Jocelyn!

I watched and laughed earlier today as someone spoke of Dr Steven Greer as talking about 'them' as just wanting to come down and do 'kumbaya' with all of us...

There is a word or a phrase, really, that I have heard these 'foreigners' use - which is 'to-gethering.' They don't say 'cities,' because that is not the structure of their societies.

Well you can't get together with anyone who really is of an extremely or extraordinarily advanced intellectual nature, and possessed of massively superior technology which they use as fluidly as we might turn on a tap for water - unless you are capable of mingling on some kind of equivalent arrangement.

You're not really being together, otherwise.

But then let's face some other inconvenient facts here though! We do not really get together with other ordinary human beings - it's always on some basis involving transaction. Never mind trying to be kind and saying 'almost always -,' the truth is it is always transactional.

We are nothing but personal units of consciousness contained inside very sophisticated kinds of biological toys.

We are toys.

Sometimes some guy hands me a toy and tells me: 'Okay, here you are. Now what are you going to do with this?'

Human beings are continuously playing with dangerous things that they are not really capable of handling properly.

Hey hey! That is even worse!
(Notice how cold the glass is though).

When it comes to handling our involvements with other people, then it all comes down to the cultivation of the inner life.

I despair - totally despair - at ever explicitly and outright saying certain things, even here. Firstly as ordinary humans, we regard time as strictly linear, and it just plain isn't. 

But it's also totally just not as simple as going down into the Aladdin's Cave and coming out with pockets filled with precious gems and gold - in order that we 'might' then play with toys and not wreck things, or at least be able to pay for the disasters and the clean-ups.

Here's the problem those of you, who, exactly like me, are able to 'engage' and have been doing so for a while already: you know you can go into the Aladdin's Cave. And you know you can get and command the 'toys.' 

You know it's real and that the results are real.

Knowing how to tap into both complex sophisticated forms of energy, as well as super-advanced intellects, is what you are going to take practical things from and substance from and apply those things that you will then certainly possess.

There are some things that 'they' will not explain to you. There are things which seem like mysteries, even despite that you are actually manipulating them for practical effects and for personal benefit.

I think it's time human beings, at least those with the intellect, the brainpower to 'go there,' should stop all this diffidence about whether or not to act and 'do things.' There has been altogether too much of this threatening and dictating what you 'should' or 'should not' do. The key thing ought to be if you are able to do a thing.

Honestly! SMH.
This is why the rich kids need
to hire personal fitness trainers.
SMH.

Someone recently asked, well, in fact a couple of people did: 'How come if they can change us mechanistically very easily, unilaterally, and fix us, surely then we don't need to... ...ourselves. Even if we were growing into the systems and structures obtaining here in human society and thereby covering over who we really are deep inside, surely they can find us anyway?'

Well I know someone, a friend right - who is able to -. 

Yes it's not a 'good thing' they are able to do.

But it is who they really are. No 'covering.' Just them themselves for real.

And if that friend is you? Then what?

If you have been practicing and nothing has happened yet - you are not doing it right. Very subtle though, I'll admit that. But some of you have had an 'incident' take place.

Very uplifting tune this. This is who we are.

The Palace - Polanski Movie

Later this year there will be an exclusive limited release of Roman Polanksi's just completed film 'The Palace,' which is a story set in the Gstaad Palace Hotel about the intertwining lives of the guests and the staff.

The film is set to get an international theatrical release date of early in 2023, maybe one reason for that being the story itself in the movie is set around the events of a particular New Year's celebrations at 'the Palace.'

...There is so much about Polish people after WWII in the West, that it's hard to know where to begin. You could say that the brilliance of criminal-minded war-mongers like Zbigniew Brezinski shaped US arms-racketeering even down to this day, but that would assume there are never any other shadowy figures behind someone like Brezinski, or Kosinski (Jercy Kosinski, CIA propagandist front guy), or Alan Greenspan - or even Scarlett Johansson and Nicholas Cage.

A lot of the drama of this planet comes from shadowy things going on well behind the scenes.

When you look at the internet forums all over the place eventually you will come across the kind of question that goes - 'Why are atheists not convinced about the proofs for the existence of God?' Or this doozy - 'Why are atheists shifting the goalposts to scientific proof for the existence of God, now that God's existence has been proved?'

You see... ...look. There is a problem with people who turned up in the West anywhere, post WWII and found their way into the highest levels of 'achievement' and politics, the military, and government. And it is simply that you cannot really prove the reliability of who they say they 'were' during the War, or where they actually came from.

Anymore than you could 'prove' for instance, that Jesus and any/all of His followers existed, in the first place because their existence was banned on pain of death by the authorities, and then, pretty soon afterwards, the 'authorities' self-destructed anyway! Still though people argue over it who want to argue.

Jocelyn - when you go there,
take some pics, please.
(I hope you are reading this before
you head off there).

Records of Nazis and Jews and 'others' were burned during WWII and the same went for competing social and political interests in Jerusalem and Rome too - more than several times in fact. Amr al-As tried to burn all of the records of the Grand Libraries (or 'Museums') of Alexandria and Baghdad but his underlings did not do a great job, and the dump where the massive fire was lit turned out to be at a place called Oxirynchus, where more or less all of our oldest surviving actual papyri and scrolls relating to the great maths and philosophy and literature and religious writings of the ancient past were found! ...Admittedly half-burned. And some things completely missing to common public view.

The fact is, many many times in history, have there been instances in which rulers sought to blot out existing knowledge, and corrupt the memory of it, including the books or inscriptions, seeking to substitute something different that would benefit the ruling elites in place of the human race at large and its knowledge base.

The reason I wanted to talk about King Charles' 'vow of selfless duty' (to something) was that the thoughtful aware person instantly senses that there is possibly hypocrisy going on. What level of hypocrisy the reasonable person will not quickly rush to judge, but the point is, people sense something not quite right is being said...

People sense things within.

A human looks at someone and says 'Oh he/she is very beautiful.' But will the sensing of a disingenuous attitude and of hypocrisy stand the test of 'truth' about whether that person continues to be seen as 'beautiful' though?

See the common modern atheist wants to take the discussion to whether or not you can evidence a material person, standing in some outrageously 'heavenly' attire, and issuing thunderous pronouncements...

This goes with the music track below...

Whereas the actual definition of the word 'god' is whom someone worships.

Of course you're entitled to worship a hypocrite if you want. I am not going to stop you.

But what I really want to know is why you would even think candor and honesty and absolutely truthfulness must go along with outward physical aesthetic beauty?  

...Or else otherwise there is a sense, a feeling, of something being wrong; or just 'not quite right.'

Where are you getting that sense from? You're not getting it from Evolution - Evolution supports the liar.

In other words, in actuality, the human definition of God, always includes Truth - as in absolute unequivocal Truth. We worship that. That is in fact what we call 'God.'

And yes, there is a component, or a dimension, which goes with it that has to do with some kind of weird technically complicated concept of visual aesthetic appeal as well. But whereas we all know that people argue over who is, say, the most beautiful person at any particular given time or in context of prevailing fashionable ideas about visual aesthetics (and so that cannot be 'God' per se), nobody argues over the mechanistic reality and 'structural integrity' of Truth in its specific meaning.

Those people who blot out Truth, and subsequently vend lies to the public cannot thus worship Truth as God, or as a God.

And naturally these kinds of people do not want you to think that there is a God, just as they will deny you the activity of worshiping something - which you do though; because you worship Truth.

Now.

Although it seems that the God Truth is very shadowy of a figure, hiding behind things like the integrity of monarchs, or the reliability of aesthetic beauty -, on the one hand it is nothing for you as a human to 'worship' some Hollywood screen idol, yet you have never turned your head around to see what is making that person actually 'beautiful' and certainly not, have you turned to see where the absence of hypocrisy in them comes from; if they are that kind of individual, which is pretty rare granted.

See only a hypocrite claims to know what aesthetic beauty is and where it comes from, if we do no beautiful things ourself. Neither you nor I can paint like Dante Gabriel Rossetti, so what arrogance to tell him that we know better than he, where beauty comes from, or how it is 'made.'

Viola Manigk - is the vocalist in the 
track below.

But if you yourself have no hypocrisy in you, you can know of a certainty, that there is an ineluctable connection and a relationship between you, and this shadowy thing that you worship. Well unless you are prepared to say that you don't exist, and that there is no proof and no evidence for your existence, then in fact there absolutely is proof to you of the existence of the thing that you worship.

My question is where did you get your doubt from?

And let me tell you this, if you worship something that proves to be no god, then you can say indeed you have been worshiping a false god, an idol.

Listen, my friend, your problem is going to be when your god, turns up. Not when it lets you down; when did Truth ever let anyone down who saw it?

And your common sense will tell you, after only a short while thinking about it, that 'Truth' is no small thing.