Beautiful Poem Here

I'm placing the first of a set of two really nice poems here, because juxtaposing it here is like what I'm having to do with this matter of thinking about 'well what if -?'

You know, what if something really bad and large-scale happens.

...Anyway so the US National Library of Medicine does in fact have archived reports and data on the methodology of Lyn Buchanan's small (still existing) team of 'CRV' people.

Fundamentally what happened was that Stanford University put some magnetic resonance machines on Ingo Swann's head (and a few other devices too) and they observed key changes in brainwave patterns - among several interesting and consistent neurological features of this process of 'imaginative viewing' I would call it.

A tree-house for someone.
 

This is not what any of us does here.

The only reason I have ever mentioned that you can test brainwaves when someone is say for example, drinking a 'Drinkable Ink' or listening to very particularly shaped/designed kinds of music, is that, well  - you can! You can test for brain waves and you can see them as they form up when someone is under the influence of something like a beat pattern or complex sound 'wave edge drop-off recognition' stimulus.

What goes inside a deep well to instigate reactions in the phreatic zones of active volcanic structures - is not any kind of 'imagined' thing. That's a real physical vehicle going down in there.

However it is certainly true that clear brainwaves allow for clear transmission of information into your consciousness. I mean we all assume that talking is a clear means of communication; and it isn't.

Does anybody really know what Kamala Harris is saying? ...Gee, someone must have messed around with her head real bad. Or what Joe Biden is trying to say? He is of course not actually trying to say anything - he's an 'NPC' under the control of others and he's made to deliver actions in line with an agenda.

He is trying to fulfill a role that looks like he is being the President.

Jeweled Persian Barberry Rice.
Man.
Orange rind bits, rose petals, saffron,
pistachios, almonds - lot of other things.

You cannot yourself possibly believe, at this stage, that a handful of Arabs took over some planes and crashed them into some very tall buildings in NYC totally melting those buildings into material non-existence in any equivalent form of previous mass. Or that a small private jet was flown into the Pentagon.

Listen, if a small jet can be flown into the side of the Pentagon, what makes you think fifty small drones cannot be flown into there right now?

Yes, so - a lot of risky things are in the offing; that's just obvious.

Do you suppose that Antony Blinken, despite that he knows how the Maidan Uprising occurred, and that he knows that for eight years Kiev was shelling civilians in its own 'country' - do you think he really believes what he just said in the UN?

Do you think it's possible to stick electrodes onto his head and see what brainwave patterns are forming up inside there?

Well yes it is entirely possible. It's possible technically, it's possible scientifically; it's just totally possible.

...Is it possible for you to find out where the next Mansa Musa is, and when he will be coming down your street to hand out piles of gold?

Yeah that's possible to.

And here's how you do it:

What we know of Mansa Musa largely comes from the writings of Ibn Khaldun, whom we have spoken of about here, before. In fact many times.

I like the color, Bill.
What do you think?
Shall we get one?

Mansa Musa is from the Keita Dynasty (think Salif Keita - we played some of his music just the other day here). The Keita Dynasty is descended from Bilal.

The historical Mansa Musa is being regarded all over the internet right now, because of Don Lemon's recent self-inspired crash into a brick wall at high journalistic speed, as the world's richest man ever of all time.

And those stories might even be true.

I know absolutely none of you at all took the least bit of notice when I mentioned Ibn Khaldun those last times.

So it isn't surprising that you're not as rich as possibly you should be.

But don't worry. All is not lost - I Counsel you to purchase from Me gold, proved by fire, and white garments to put on, lest the shame of your nakedness by revealed, and salve to anoint your eyes, so that you may see.

Who wants to be rich like Bilal? Maybe not like Mansa Musa though - he was abundant in giving gifts including much gold on his way to the Hajj, whereupon he lost everything and came back totally broke. Nevertheless, if you are Muslim no problem - for there, in that system even just one 'Subhanallah' is worth more than all the gold of Sulaymaaaaaan!

I'm going up to the White Room tonight.

By Monday I should have something interesting by way of this little discussion about the morphic resonance... ...of lots of money.

Who cares about this asteroid that is going to hit the Earth somewhere. Don't worry about it. It isn't going to hit you.

Maybe you'll see 'the big star in the sky' though... ; )

Any clues yet? Anyone? Anyone?

It's our time now.

It's not 'their' time. It's our time. Now. 

Here is a great poem (the first of a set of two; next one coming later), by 'Oaken Adams.' This is one of these things - you have to read it slowly, give it time. And treat it like a poem.

I

Just be

I'm a Know thing

No personality

No need

Just be

Floating

Like a tree

Oaken Adams.

Tra La La La La

Oh sorry.

I know even I come here to bathe in a calm and relaxing atmosphere of nice stuff.

So I guess you've all noticed every now and then, there are a few odd jangling notes in here (Darth Vader stuff! LOL).

What you maybe don't know - and some will do though - so I will just say it now anyway, is just how often I have had to delete whole swathes of extremely violent and awful talk here!

I cut a lot out.

Christmas is coming.
Don't worry this time
it really is coming - 
for you.

I have not ever been in a real live shooting war... ; ) ; )

And you're going to escape it all anyway.

...So what's the point of remorselessly going over depressing and tragic things for no reason other than to underscore that you had said it would happen?

Yes it's going to happen. But it's going to happen to other people, not to you.

These things are all planned well in advanced by very sophisticated minds who know what they are doing - exactly, what they are doing.

There was no 'War in the Ukraine' when we put out 'Q-Disclosure - Rainbow Bombs.'

'Rainbow bombs' as you know, are these small nuclear devices exploded above the Earth that cause the ionosphere to glow like rainbow-colored auroras.

Well even now, down to this last minute, there is no one in the West that has stumbled to the fact of what we were saying five years ago at least - which was that both the Russians and the Chinese had gas lasers installed in orbiting controllable space platforms.

Over the last few weeks, the Washington war-mongers were giving US military satellite information on Russian troop withdrawals in small pockets of the DPR front line - to the Ukrainians who were told to go into those places in 'technicals' (which are simply ordinary SUV-type vehicles equipped with maybe machine guns and computerized C-and-C navigation).

And the entire 'counter-offensive' strength of around two thousand Ukrainian soldiers did and promptly all got killed.

Nice flowers.
National flower of Poland, apparently - I didn't
know that.
But we have to think flowers and all nice stuff.
Things are good.
There is no too serious danger
or any bad violence happening
around here... Just relax.
All that 'Darth Vader' talk is silly 
nonsense.
Cristina Soto reminded me that
'destruction only creates more
destruction.'
...So I will think three or four times first.

So tonight the Kremlin is maneuvering some orbiting platforms into position, very possibly with NoKo but under China supervision's space gas-laser platforms as well plus all of their space navigation focus - in order to wipe out the entire US military space satellite system.

But for you, all you need to do is stop worrying about bad things and just work out which 'almost lost ancient text' I was referring to and what the key phrases in that thing are. 

Oh well I know it's not so easy under present circumstances to completely stop worrying.

But I don't know. Just look at that .75 per cent raise in the benchmark bond!

Wow. That should make even the coldest heart a little bit glad. Yes we are still well off the ceiling of where it will end up. But it's a trajectory, isn't it?

I hope you are saving all of your pennies.

Once you go over the inside angles of the vertices lines inside the pentagon... Well. I mean to say! It's not a mystery is it. All those isosceles triangles, the 'Golden Ratio;' all of that good stuff. What does it all add up to? 180 degrees. Always does. It's a Universal Truth that Richard Dawkins denies but it's a Truth all the same.

And yes, yes, it does mean that Ancient Alien Astronauts put in place a system for you to make a truck-load of cash when everyone else is hiding underneath their bed-covers.

You think not?

You'd better have some cash when the curve leaps through 7 per cent.

Yes it will. How can it not do? Nobody's going to 'win' any Ukraine war except the Russians - who already have won it. The Euro place is a total mess. Germany literally is under threat of an actual 'ground-level' nuke right now. Nobody is going to employ anyone! Western economies are all dead as.

I didn't even post any wine pics
'cuz I know some of you
need to lay off the wine!

Right so prolly, you don't even know that you are a millionaire if you have a thousand bucks.

But you are. You can go back afterwards, after you start cashing in, and read William Greider's Secrets of the Temple. 

And then you can cut a bit off and send me money too. Not that I will need any.

Because I already do have a thousand bucks.

Who wants to bet their whole thousand dollars that I cannot show you how to make a million when the interest rates hit 7?

And by the way, you'll do it on your ear. Will be literally the easiest thing you've ever done and you will be spewing that no one told you before.

But then too suddenly, suddenly, you'll see why the gods hide. 

It's not they are not there. They hundred per cent are totally there.

Oh boy. You have no idea how your life is going to be turned so nicely -, upside down.

'And he charged them not to tell anyone what they are learned.' Got it?

You know this is exactly the same as what I was saying about 'seeing things' and then only much later realizing...

You will at some point be seriously asking yourself: 'Who is this guy??'

Kiss Kiss, Cristina.

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):