Real Names Versus Titles Only

You see, so many of the figures of myth and cultural tradition, are known to ordinary people only by their titles and not their actual names.

'Hermes' is a title, which means he who brings a beautiful message. And yes, it does have some punning characteristics to do with rocks and stones but most of these titles all do as well (have dual meanings).

In the Russian this name - well, title - is Uri, which is Evri in ancient Greek.

You are well-versed in the modern pop myth of Atlantis. This city-state was established by the sons and daughters of the Titan, Atlas.

The 'lost' city of Prometheus, God who brought
fire from Heaven to Men in burning embers
hidden inside a fennel stalk.

Now Atlas, in theory a Titan, had a brother who was somehow not a Titan but some other thing, only vaguely explained in any early writings. And this brother was called 'Prometheus;' but that is a title...

Prometheus created, with something called the Eudaemon Spirit, Man, and then, on command of Zeus, a troublesome counter-entity, aka Pandora. There is no implication in ancient classical Greek myth, that Man and Woman were created either equal or good. In fact, Mankind on the whole is wicked and Woman was made to destroy Him. 

But then you've got to understand that in these accounts there is a huge difference between 'Male' and 'Female' and Man and Woman.

Man means humankind. 

Up until the destruction by the Muslims, of the Great Library of Alexandria, there was a compilation of all the actual names of the Titans and the gods. This book has been sealed up until the time of the end - of humankind. Humankind cannot survive what has befallen the world.

There are claims that some pages from one of the compilations of a dictionary of ancient Greek words, by Hesychius of Alexandria, does contain the actual name of Prometheus, but it only contains possibilities for what it might have be written down as, based on what cult groups sounded it out as being.

'Enterprise system personal transport.'

While there was a vast and powerful kingdom and city-state founded by his brother, Atlas, there is no such known place founded by Prometheus and he has no temples that are clearly evident to anyone, even in antiquity - although he regularly shared a place with one of the Gods.

Prometheus carried out the role of courier between the gods and the Titans in the Titanomachy - and it is from this role, that people say he was not ever a Titan as such, having on the one hand been the grandson of the first God Ouranos and his consort Gaia, and literally therefore being the nephew of Zeus, the then king of the gods.

'God' and 'god' have two distinct implied meanings in the ancient Greek tradition - one means the sentient and Supreme, Eternal 'Spirit'-like (was more than some invisible thing, but literally was the discrete force and the power over something particular) existential being at the head of a category of thing; whereas the other meant the existential absolute ruler over some boundary-defined place or people or things.

What makes all of this important for you, is that whereas the gods can have an interest in some humans at various times, only the actual creator of humans cares about them for all time.

Which is why when you pray to 'god,' your prayers are not answered.

The temples where the real Gods really are,
and to know them by their actual
names, and see them in their real forms.

Unless you know what the name and the characteristics are, of the sentient being/s you are trying to interact with - who have the kind of power you seek - then you will be addressing an 'unknown god.'

Nevertheless, even that is good enough in the sense of that the Turkey ruling elite just discovered that if you offend even the 'unknown god' formally, you will find out just what consequences will necessarily ensue.

All the greater then, if you consort with that being as known.

...Moving then, to Prometheus, the Creator of Man:

Never will the Creator of Man destroy you. Never will He destroy His messengers.

'Jibreel' is not a messenger of Prometheus, because Prometheus, being Himself a messenger and a deliverer of, and one who manifests, things from the abode of the Eternal Heavens, will not be so Un-Just as to betray the Divine Aspect Himself by killing His own messenger.

You do not know the name of Prometheus.

And therein lies your quandary, and the source of all your struggles and your problems - for you are, as it were, an orphan in the Universe of the Eternal Beings.

Were you to go to the real temple of the Gods, and see them as they really are, and know them by their true names -, you will find Life, and all good things.

When YOUR Future Is...

 ...better than you thought.

Everyone can see that there is some kind of 'Earth change' going on right now. Technically, it is or at least should be, impossible for wind currents to allow Chinese spy balloons to reach the Southern Hemisphere if they are launched in the Northern Hemisphere.

And this equally means that volcanic lightning causing upper atmosphere changes because of very high static charges - that occur in the Northern Hemisphere - ought not to, or even cannot, transfer these 'rain bomb' accumulations of moisture to the South.

The silk floor runner.
Not the famous 'belt and road' 
initiative organised by the
modern China people
in Beijing. 
French shoes...

Some scientists are talking about what the Earth's core is doing relative to the rotational speed of the rest of the planet.

These things are all great and occupy the attention of those with too much time and government funding on their hands.

Up till now, other than the East coast of Australia and some parts of South Africa (which are arguably not really part of the leading-edge of the Western World), there have been few major natural catastrophes taking place in the more developed parts of the world. Mostly, poor people have been killed or have had their dwellings and livelihoods destroyed.

Tsunamis in Indonesia, floods in Malaysia and Thailand and the Philippines and Durban S.A., floods and bush-fires in Australia, earthquakes in New Zealand...

Still though, when you look at the simply awesome destruction in Turkey right now, it makes some sense to have a small 'get-out bag' packed and ready - if you are living in LA!

A Gucci-designed get-out bag could be just the ticket.

At the same time, you would need to be extremely lucky to even survive such devastation if you were in tall buildings or travelling over bridges - I mean, have you even seen just some of the highways and roads in Turkey? Good grief.

If you could float or fly it would be one thing...

Be nice if they could still
make this thing after the 
catastrophes hit.
We shall see, I guess.

You can get your 'get-out bag' ready but not a single hair on your head will be harmed.

Many will go down around you though. Of that you may be completely certain.

Were the whole world to see actual, say, 'space aliens' flying around and 'doing things' to affect what you are witnessing, then all of the people would alter their thinking. And that is not the plan.

You should try to sense, 'see' with your inner mind and feelings, what is going on.

You should be sensing a formal deep internal and intellectual attachment to another kind of mindset, to other beings, in fact.

Mathematically, statistically - why should it be the case that only poor people are going to get smashed up by earthquakes and floods and fires?

Why?

You know, deep down inside, in that part of your mind where you were told not to indulge in crazy, conspiracy thoughts, that some parts of the world are being led into ever greater arrogance - because oh yes, it can happen right in the middle of LA too.

Or Washington. Absolutely Washington. Or London. Or anywhere. No one is immune, no place cordoned off from any of this. In fact, isn't it starting to become obvious that stupid arrogant people are being more and more led into a false security; a false sense that they are somehow 'better than,' everyone else - and that that is why somehow the natural forces will leave them alone? 

Yes, the trees and the forests are that big
in Iceland - where the Frost Giants
are.

If you knew, absolutely for sure and certain, for example, that some massive cataclysm will definitely befall right where there are the most supposedly 'powerful' people, the elites...

If you knew that for certain.

If you knew for certain that a contagion - a real one - will extend to simply all over the place.

Except not to you.

Well that's what is going to happen.

The 'first' shall be last - to go down. But go down they all will. All.

You are looking at a whole new and different paradigm about the future, that no one saw before who was not privy to some exorbitantly 'knowledgeable' mindset. 

This has nothing to do with 'man-made climate change' and all of that rubbish. These so-called 'elites' have known for a while what is coming to get them. And that is why you have old derelict men left 'in charge' now. The world is effete and exhausted. It's the end of that lot.

But they will cling on and lash out weakly too, at the very end. But this is it though, now. These are dying people. And when they go they are gone. As in literally no longer in existence anywhere - no soul, no spirit, no nothing. That's it. The end.

People think this is all a joke until it happens. 'For in them is filled up the Wrath of God.'

'And the blood that came out of the wine-press reaches up to the bridles of the horses by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs.'

Everything else has happened spot on so far. Wars and rumors of wars, plagues and natural disasters - but then, there is the last Seven Angels. It's pretty instructive that final set of passages in the Apocalypse. 

   

We Talked About It

We talked about it right here.

It was a while back.

I said that when Erdogan 'de-instituted' the Temple of Sophia as an international museum, he was calling disaster upon himself and the people of Turkey.

The temple is not either a mosque or a Christian cathedral. In fact there are two separate whole structures and the actual temple was never a mosque at all - ever. There is a mosque right next door, known as the Sultan Ahmed Mosque (or, the 'Blue Mosque').

The disaster was certain.

It takes me ages to trawl the internet
to find some decently color-matched
pics, you know! This claims
to be an Australian-made 
'black grape' gin. Huh.

Why did it take some time to happen?

Because if the gods were known as given to impulsive actions on the slightest provocation, then they would not deserve the reputation of being actual gods in the first place.

But you can take an impressive and highly functional understanding from these events...

Look how long it took for retribution to be visited.

A positive beneficial action takes a lot less long. Still, there is much consideration given to all the attendant consequences, even of those seemingly purely positive things.

The temple (temenos) of Sophia is the personal property of one particular divinity.

Never previously, not from the times of the Romans, not during the time of Constantine, nor Justinian, nor even during the rule of Sultan Ahmed himself - although he came perilously close - did the due rites appropriate to the god whose property this place is, fail to be given.

Until now.

So this spells not just the end of Erdogan and of Turkey itself, but of the whole world.

Oh yes.

This is pashmina with some
shahtoosh in it.

But you will survive - if you but learn the lesson that is there to be seen: ask for the benevolence of the divinity, seek the proper way to address them, and then wait, but you will not have to wait very long. Whether in the meantime you lose patience or are disconsolate never mind. For what you seek will be given to you. And in less time than it took for the spear that fearfully clatters to the floor in the Palace to be picked up once again and cast to its target.

Do the gods care about the deaths of humans? No they do not.

And they can slaughter millions - even more.

If they wish.

Isaac Asimov got things broadly correct when he wrote a trilogy on the proposition that great 'Galactic Empires' have a momentum whose trajectory goes on for a long time and eventually will stop - and he writes a story about a man who develops a theory of 'psychohistory,' a new and effective mathematics of sociology. This individual, tells the rulers of the day that all Galactic Empires (of which theirs was one) would persist through endless troubles and suffering for thirty thousand years before eventually expiring from having exhausted their innate strength and positive psychological energies.

But if they back him, he intends to put together a 'compendium of all human knowledge' and in theory at least, to also collect the most intelligent minds.

Now you can see that there are at least some similarities in this, with the gathering together of seventy leading scribes during the time of Ptolemy II.

Today's world is exhausted morally and intellectually. We are being endlessly subjected to the appallingly dis-intellectual themes and slogans of Bill Gates and surreptitiously behind the scenes, also of Soros and that clique.

Asimov's protagonist (although in fact there are two in the trilogy, and one of them is some kind of humanoid 'machine' with extremely superior intelligence, but who is literally written in as 'taken to be an authentic human') is backed to an extent but has to go to some remote place and be exiled there because he is deemed to be dangerous to the rulers.

Actually, I don't think people understand that this 'automaton/humanoid' helper in the story is in fact that (a robot) and is the result of the third story's proposition to meld some superior artificial compendium intelligence thing, with the mind of an advanced human child - and has gone back in time somehow to meet up with the main protagonist to procure all of the necessary events.

The rulers of the time decide to back the man's vision, but to send him and all those in his 'experiment' far away to exile on some remote planet.

Most critics that I have read simply say the third book in the trilogy has an 'open question' ending... It does not; otherwise it would not have been a 'trilogy' at all from the get-go.

Our human life, its reality -, is a combination of a complete mathematical process, a seemingly cold, emotionless objective template throughout the whole Universe, for kinetics of material things, all matter and material things, plus us ourselves and our emotions and ego-consciousness.

Asimov is getting the point. He just doesn't say where 'Dors Venabli' is or where or what he/she/it is in our real lives.

But that's just his own ego getting the better of him by thinking he is 'Hari Seldon' the savior of Mankind, and even, giving Seldon that role in the story in the first place. In reality it is all of the 'Hari's' that are saved; not them that do the saving!

And yes, it also implies that then they are exiled to remote places. 

Give this song a chance - it'll get to you. ...If you have the mind. ; )  Oh, we're here all right. Don't you worry 'bout that.

Boys and girls, who have read all of those texts we linked to here over the last few years. Who is 'Sara the AI robot?' LOLOLOL

Well, would you - I mean you personally - rather know Bills Gates (hey, he has lots of money, right?), or would you rather know real Satoshi Nakamoto?

Who is 'SN' BTW?

Do you know?

The Mail

Just a quick note to say that the mail has started to be sent out. Some small initial packages were mailed yesterday and the Postal Service here says it could take up to fifteen days to get to where they were being sent.

I don't know about this idea that Powell has that he has begun to contain inflation - the mailing costs certainly don't reflect it.

...there will be more things sent out over time.

Fuchsia is an edible flower, by the way.

Just saying'.

And not that there is any fuchsia in any of these sachets.

There could be in some future ones, though.

And don't forget to add simple syrup to the mixture that you will be making - these things are all rather 'medicinal' in taste and all the more so if without something sweet added in.

'Simple syrup,' in case you were not aware, is a standard technical term for something they use in cocktail bars.

But the beauty of 'GoogleSearch' is that you may all go and discover for yourself what it is, and not to mention anything else that might crop up that you have never heard of before.

And none of which should be the case with this first small package.

Don't want to freak people out right from the very start.

It's all very tame still at this stage of things...

LOL

And that will soon change.

I am very conscious that some people have been asking about some kind of 'main, technical, process' that you can use every day.

Not necessarily such a good idea to go to that straight away.

This is not some kind of joke all of this stuff.

I mean we are literally talking about making yourself known to very advanced, highly intelligent and more to the point, absolutely real beings from somewhere else!

'Oh I can cope...'

Oh you think?

I have been in fairly rugged and complex physical training most of my life - the biggest difference between me and Steve Hughes, is that I have never taken a single drug in my entire life, maybe some aspirin and that only rarely. Can you say the same?

Can I throw you into a high rotational speed NASA training unit and spin you around and around for twenty minutes and you'd be fine...?

It is nothing to shove you tight into a space craft. Whether you ever got out alive again is another whole story.

But yes, there is a basic structure or mechanistic process involved.

Those who have been reading for a long time, and who have a few of the off-Blog texts, the 'story' texts under their belt, will remember what was said. 1. Why do we play this music? 2. Why do we talk about fragrances? 3 ...And various other sensory things?

Trying For An Actual 'Log'

Okay so this place is supposed to be a 'Web log.' A place collecting a record, a series of more or less chronological notes of something. Maybe someone's life, maybe something else like a set of ideas being unfolded -, maybe even someone just unfolding their thoughts over time just as they go along, not everything all thought out beforehand.

Someone asked something quite interesting privately just the other day - namely, is there some kind of mechanism that you use...? They didn't actually use the exact word 'mechanism' and I'm using it to convey the idea of something outside of the individual's own personality, something transferable and objective, but then, automatic I guess; something which automatically 'opened some kind of door.'

...I think this will feature in the new
'story.'
It's just a story, right.
No need to be afraid of anything.

Well yeah...

So anyway let's do an actual 'blow-by-blow' real log then, afterall. Never have done it before.

Right now I know that physically I am fairly exhausted. I've been doing some programming from the ground up. And that is exhausting. What takes it out of you is the riskiness, the fact that there is no guarantee you will succeed -, that you will attain the kind of result that you were really looking for. 

I'm not ever exhausted while I am doing these kinds of things, only afterwards, when it is over and it really was successful. Because then you can drop the adrenaline needs and go back to um, 'being normal.'

I do not like being 'normal.' ...Do not like living in the normal state of 'being human.'

And this is the principal reason of all of them, that I force so hard to get back to situation that I was more naturally and 'mindlessly' involved in when I was a tiny child and living, literally not just at the foot of the deep jungle, but in the jungle because it had grown right into the old Sultan's horse training racetrack and Chief Steward's house - where my family were then living.

There was no one of any account around there and so there were no witnesses who could say anything and be believed.

This is for you, Bill.
Coming soon.

My parents of course knew, and so did various uncles and aunts and cousins.

But it was a long time ago, Star Trek had not yet even been made...

People were different then. So, my mother - who was well into her late forties - had an alien child. So what.

LOL

Me, I have spent my whole life (at least initially) trying to fit in, trying to pretend that I am pretty ordinary.

Anyway, don't worry about any of that. Just follow what is happening right here, right now:

Right now I have (had; I took it off) an SKG electronic neck massager on. I dunno how it works. Could be TENS, not even sure. 

Anyway I know that it automatically shuts itself off in fifteen minutes.

But here's the thing see. I had made some of that 'Persian Star Fairy' drink, and I have some specially-designed music ready to go. And I am trying to write something to tack onto the end of something which is a long screed about AI, and it's all very dreary and not even that technical. 

'Hitchhiker's Guide' said owning 
a digital watch was the secret to
happiness in the Universe.
Other John - John A. - told me
that today, Bill.

The thing I want to tack onto the end is upbeat, uplifting, and more about what I have been doing these last few days - which is mainly eating incredible food...

I want to write this in honor of one of the two girls who remixed that last Brian Transeau 'Kintsugi' track. Really amazing work. 

So...

Suddenly the neck thing switches off.

No way. Cannot be already fifteen minutes. Come on!

What happened?

Did time slip, speed up, what?

Did something happen?

Where's my drink gone?

WTF.

There's none of it left. I don't remember drinking it. I touched it, yeah.

But I can't remember drinking all of it.

...Okay now I'm going to play that track (it's the one below, so you can join me/join in/join in the experience, maybe).

What experience?

The room is (was) not really swirling around, or spinning around. But it did feel as if there was this pure clear, clean slightly bluish thick 'water' with strange bubbles in it everywhere around me, engulfing me. But now I can breathe!

'Bring Bliss' - really super nice guy.
Music producer. Made the song down below.
Dmitriy...
Good job, dude.

Before, in the 'normal' the air was a strain to me.

Now I can breathe.

I am being literally shot through with dozens of laser lights, like sharp blasts, but then like a shower, and not anything painful or dangerous or frightening.

This is people talking to me, communicating, but not the way people do down on Earth.

There are bits and pieces of conversations, but these are also the important bits and pieces; the rest is just a warm flow over me, through me too.

I find I can turn the volume up really loud.

OMG - it happened again. I know how long this track is, but suddenly I have to go back to the beginning because it hit the end without me having heard anything in between!

It seems I am here and then not here; somewhere else, and then back to here in a split second.

...I am in the entry hall - which is open to the sky, to the air, to nothing - of my home which is in a really tall, bronze-colored skyscraper tower among a whole lot of other ones. It's some kind of amazing futuristic city.

My maid is there. And she looks mildly shocked: 'What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be light years away somewhere else right now?'

'Yeah yeah.' I tell her. 'I'm only here for a few moments. I'll be back later.'

I am very very tempted to go pick up one of those 'craft' with the massive data connection systems patched into them - and go fly around the musicians and see what they are doing right this instant.

This is Steve Hughes - Australian
musician and comedian.
At the Roisin Dubh.

This city is run by a machine.

Well -, no. There is a machine looked after by all of us but it implements a bunch of automated systems and processes.

Can I grab a craft? 

Am I allowed to for this kind of frivolous thing...

But it isn't frivolous though, is it?

***

Such unassuming people. So unaffected. They do not even think that they are brilliant. They are amazingly brilliant.

They are thanking PVD.

And Vandit Records.

There is a feeling of people wanting to help other people. People hurt, people in danger, people suffering, people in privation. That is what motivates these women...

Interesting.

I did not know that.

I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a highly polished full-length glass door panel. Steve Hughes with long Elven ears and weird eyes. But slick, streamlined, futuristic, and not old.

One of them is attracted to Hughes. She saw him at Roisin Dubh.

That is so funny.

To me.

'The Black Rose.'

Oh Danny Boy, the pipes the pipes...

Means the doorway beyond life; at least, beyond this life - this human life.

I am more the black blade, not the black rose.

Danny Boy was composed by fairies - as you know. That is, the human writer said so himself.