Too Secret...

So there is an ancient book, it was located by a German academic deep in the archives of the Vatican. The one thing for the Germans, you gotta hand it to them - down here in Western Australia, without anyone finding out at the time (I knew because I was hiring an ex-AMG marketing exec who wanted to migrate here) - they do these 'deep dives' into just about everything. They went through the Simpson Desert here in Western Australia, literally when the extremely rare rains happen there and these micro-flora emerge - and because it is illegal to actually gather native plants and take them away even for lab testing somewhere - they had this portable chemical sensing and testing device which was capable of discrete analysis down to god-only-knows what level.

Let us look out,
upon the old world.
It's a pretty nice world though.
I don't intend to wreck it.

Anyway, they came out with thousands of previously unknown to science natural bio-active plant chemicals and lo and behold within ten years they were marketing back to Australians (and everyone else) these pharmacy products such as Buscopan (which is the one I recall from talking to the German marketing guys). They synthesize everything of course.

On one hand this is a major issue when it comes to those very common products that used to be made from natural ingredients, such as various kinds of alcoholic spirits - you know, absinthe is a good example - because I will be brutally honest, I don't think the commercial operators and industrials actually know anymore, how to make these things properly. And 'properly' does mean the original way which involves blending and fermentation. But fermentation is not some 'lab process' like y'all might think!

Yes, it is a chemical process that is 'technically' understood in labs, but that does not mean you will actually get to make Napoleon brandy, for instance, just because you think you are a 'sci-entist!' There's just too much going on for your tiny little Richard Dawkins mind to handle! LOL

Seriously. You can't do it. And you'll never be able to do it! 

Doesn't matter how many 'doctor degrees' you have after your name.

You'll never do it.

The end. That's the end of the argument. 

Same goes for many other things - race-horse breeding for example. Why do you think Federico Tesio was the greatest race-horse breeder ever of all time? I could tell you the answer...

Still - I'll let you just look him up on Wiki and come away with the faintest of clues.

So back to this book discovered by a German guy.

I post these kinds of pics
because they look
good. Not because I drink this
stuff! LOL

LOL

...What was bugging me for days (okay two whole days) about that thing with my little sister was - what was really going on? How does it work? How can we get some practical functional benefit from whatever it was that was going on?

There's no point just hanging around Taoist magicians and paying them to write 'fu' papers for you. Because since when if ever, did anyone ever prove, with 'proofs and evidences' (I use that stoopid phrase because it's what the Muslim Dawah Team always ask for, and interestingly, so does your run-of-the-mill atheist) -  that a Taoist guy was able to guarantee anyone wealth with his little 'fu' paper??

In fact I find all this so funny, and I'm really mean about it, because if I'm having this kind of discussion with an actual ethnic Chinese person, I will literally say 'Towellism.' Because that's what the Hong Kong guys' pronunciation is like.

It's really bad, I know. I'm really bad.

But hey see, here's the thing - I can do it.

Your regular HK Towellist guy cannot do anything except write some 'fu.' He's the atheist, not me!

He doesn't believe in any gods or goddesses actually flying around 'up there.' He thinks this is all about getting the 'mind' in sync with the 'heart' (and the body). And he thinks this is the meaning of 'Sam Law Sun Gung.'

Nah. It's not though. He doesn't know what he's talking about. And how can he? I already pointed out the fact here before - and which has never been contradicted and cannot be - that the Emperor Shun disallowed any access by the ordinary people, to the 'beings of Heaven.' And that law has never be changed by any successive regime or any Emperors except to some extent by the Tang Dynasty, but then that sense of liberty was heavily suppressed afterwards.

Well am I right though?
I am right, aren't I.

Chinese people today make a big fuss that they have shaman, or retain something of the shamanic culture, but that is not really true. What they have are state-permitted vestiges only, of the really ancient traditional shamanic culture, of which system well pre-dated the time of the 'Nine Li;' which was the last time it was actually seen openly.

But this stuff is all too secret to dispose of in places even as out of the way on the internet as this place right here!

...All this time though, I've been trying to find some leitmotiv, if you will, something that you can, practically-speaking, focus on, even as just an image - because afterall, images contain so many run-off aspects in them (a picture tells a thousand words, yeah?), and then from there, because of that image, this matter of Sheldrake's 'morphic resonance' might be able to take effect.

Well, I found it.

You see we all, as humans, cannot just happily live with sound knowledge; no. We must have some antecedent to pin our faith on.

We seem not to be able to just accept a thing that is obviously true - for what it's worth on its existential face. We want to hear Jesus Christ or Prophet Muhammad or Doctor-Professor spout forth some 'special words' and this then somehow gives power to the actuality that is before our own very eyes, but which we refuse to 'see.' None so blind, as the say. And it is true.

So Jack climbs up the beanstalk, if you will. And he comes down with a goose that lays golden eggs.

Or you go to where the sun sets, and find the Garden of the Hesperides, and you take some of Hera's Golden Apples while the dragon Ladon is sleeping (which he shouldn't be doing - he should be ready to eat you alive).

'Ladon' is an ancient Greek word meaning 'strong flow.' Don't you think it's interesting that 'golden apples' are found surrounded by where there is a 'strong flow?'

The New York Stock Exchange has lost this idea completely. In fact all financial and capital exchanges have lost it. There is no sense of energy there in any of them. The stated figures are all falsified and no one believes them.

There are no 'animal spirits'  left. There are no animal spirits in the markets at all. John Maynard Keynes coined that phrase 'the animal spirits of markets.'

But we're all, all of us who have been to Universities and come out with our 'sci-ence' degrees and superior knowledge - we know more and better than JM Keynes, right? I mean after all who the hell was he anyway. ...We're all so smart. Man are we so smart. God it's so amazing how smart we are. And also how humble.

None of you have the money, but I will still lay this challenge down on the table. You place a million bucks and a 'sci-entist' with me, and get your film cameras and I will pin him up against the wall with invisible hands around his neck and throttle him in front of your eyes while the words 'I find your lack of faith, disturbing' run through people's heads without anyone actually saying them.

And then you can all go and mull over what more 'proof and evidence' that you think you will need.

Oh yes. Yes indeedy. Things will be happening.

When, Grandad, when? Soon m'lad, s-o-o-o-o-o-n.

From my friend 'Kuba's' channel - Sixteen8, Baatara:

Tai Ping...

So obviously the internet has all these keystroke loggers operating in the background 'watching' everything you're doing on the net.

I never even looked anything up on Google or was typing in anywhere other than right here in a recent Blog article - and then a day ago, the YouTube feed presented me with a video taken by some kids who live in the Tanjung Balai group of islands (used to be an independent pseudo-sultanate; I think it's sort of jointly a 'protectorate' with quite some independence and a lot of European tourist operators there!); and the video was for a Taoism ritual for Jiu-Tian Xuan Nu.

Hey, waddya think, Bill?
Do you want one?

So I'm watching this and I get the shock of my life, more or less.

Now, I have said before that my father retired the Permanent Director of National Education somewhere. So, that and the fact that he had a brother and a cousin who were very high up in Shell Oil, meant that we had a pretty 'connected' life with all of the local cultural groups.

On the one hand, he was much sought by parents wanting their kids to get to go to Uni and so on, on the other hand, there was this intrinsic very old school, 'ancient traditional culture' thing alive everywhere and he was necessarily patched into all of that because for one thing, the government wanted all the language groups to have equal opportunities to go to mainstream English-speaking Universities overseas if they were smart enough. 

And then on the other other hand, his family had been in China for over two hundred years already even when my dad was a leading education system figure mid to late last century - and so a lot of the local Chinese, especially the Cantonese from Mainland China (who kept to themselves) literally accepted us as 'inside the family door.' They still do.

...Which means that all of the Taoist, the really wild stuff, was nothing special to me growing up - and this 'lineage' style is hardly even really that common in say Hong Kong by comparison. It is there but it's not really all that common common.

So Taoist nuns and priestesses turning up at our place and deciding that there was something 'special' about my younger sister was not really anything strange to any of us.

I mean it ended up becoming a thing we all 'raised our eyebrows' at, but because we knew what she was like as a baby, and a young child and growing up, well it was like - yeah, so those cultural guys got something right; they must know something afterall! 

When I say 'raised our eyebrows' I really mean though, not them coming over and doing rituals and stuff, but that in fact my little sister was truly weird.

That is an incense burner out on a precipice
on the top of the Wudang Shan (mountain
peaks).
We think we're smart in the West.
We're really really stupid.
This is the mountain of Tai Ping:
Great Heavenly Peace.

And so, we just had this idea, oh there must be something to all of this astrology, maybe, or whatever else other 'signs' these guys were going from. Yes she had weird ear-tops (literally had them surgically altered when she was in her twenties because she wanted to be 'normal...'), and yes she apparently spoke to plants and never spoke to humans, but then, my elder sister never much did either, choosing to speak in Hokkien which none of us properly understood. What can I say - my dad was already very old, he had survived the War, and so, both he and my mom, I think they were more pleased that they even had any children at all, because the doctors said my mother never would.

Now listen, you all have been reading here for ages already, so you know this is all against the background already of the connection both of my parents had with 'all sorts of government agencies' and all of the carry-on with the Disney Corporation and frikkin' Kim Philby in Singapore and the Dr Stephen Ward (Profumo Affair) stuff.

So then, like, who cares about some little local 'thing' that the marginal religious groups were getting into with the youngest kid - well, in fact the baby, really.

I suppose even so though, the parents had some notion of the real strangeness because the Tamils would turn up and I think the Jain priests - I'm pretty sure them - and they would literally take her out, never even ask my parents okay at all; they would come in their religious ceremonial clothes, stick garlands around this little baby and stick her on a mat out in the concrete courtyard we had at the back, where they had made this 'area' and then do rituals and ceremonies. So then, the odd thing was, they were all using her name but apparently they all had a version of it in their own cultures - so, the Indians had 'Muriya' and 'Murti' and 'Moordah' and 'Murta' and these all have the sense of a concrete, a manifested female spiritual aspect.

And the Chinese called her 'Amoya' which means like a maiden, not 'grinding one's teeth' (which is mo ya).

Anyway the point is this: it's all meaningless to us. Well, not meaningless, but it has nothing to do with us, this is a their culture/s thing and we didn't interfere.

Nothing really happened.

This is 'me' though, right here;
this is more like 'me' stuff.
I am just another guy,
looking over a coffee.

Just when we were about to leave the place permanently, she goes to sleep and does not get up at all, literally at all, until we get off the plane here in Australia. So in those days that's a long long time. And I mean, she was asleep in the car, in the airport lounges, the whole whole whole saga.

And then, years later, we ask her about all the things she remembers when she was back over there - and she swears black and blue to the point that the rest of us had to just back off, that she never remembers a single thing at all.

O-kay...

And as time passes, it's like we're dealing with two different people. One we knew from 'before,' and this 'new' one who is completely Australian, speaks perfect normal English with an Australian accent, and wants to have her ears 'fixed.' There was nothing ever wrong with them. She could have landed a part in Star Trek any day.

My mom, had a theory about something and I never could fully see how that would work what she was saying but I do now.

My mother was simply enunciating what Sir David Hawkins would end up saying about 'the field.'

I've noticed that recently, Rupert Sheldrake's Wiki page has stopped saying that he is 'widely thought of as spouting pseudo-science.' Saying that kind of thing (calling someone a pseudo-scientist), using that sort of crude phraseology, is the death-knell to any serious academic, and for years many unknown nobodies saw to it very diligently it that it was their duty and their destiny to dispose of Sheldrake in as agricultural a fashion as possible.

But what happened in this video I was watching...

Prosecco, Amontillado sherry, cognac,
and a bit of lavender.

Well I see my sister, more or less, that is to say, she was physically, except for a few facial details (my sister has a prominent pointed chin), in all of the exhibited mannerisms, style of moving, physical strength - everything - right there on-screen but that's impossible.

Secondly, despite the fact that my sister was born in Tai Ping(!), she never did or could have come into contact with such a sophisticated system and process and array of 'things' and movements and behaviors and everything - that you can see when these people 'invoke' this spirit being into this human vessel there. My sister was no years old when this all began!

And I was with her every single moment, pretty much, of every single day, between zero years and say four or five at least.

But the person today, who is a senior manager at a major global mining engineering company, is not the same person.

Every now and then, after many wines, when she was still around back down here, she 'might' vaguely vaguely, agree that all of these things went on and that she recalls them. But it's like talking to someone who is telling you a dream they had. And to them it is very much a meaningless dream with no actual point to it now and even less point talking about it at all or going over.

The historical fact that one of my ancestors was involved with the 'Tai Ping Ever-Victorious Army' again is eye-brow raising to me and so what though.

I am not she, and I am not them, and personally I am not planning to raise any 'Ever-Victorious' anything except maybe a few hundred dollars of cash that I will send out to do some damage somewhere and come back with a few friends.

Well but how does this help us? I think that Hawkins and Sheldrake are right, and how though!

So rather than go into the devastating war stuff, we might dabble around a bit in the field itself and see what we can bring back... Next few exciting episodes.

Meanwhile, here is Jon Meyer (not the ex-BF of Katy Perry!) and 'For The Lonely.' This just means people looking over their coffees in the evenings.

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