Locating The Great Wine Partners

Gestin is (not was; is) the Sumerian Goddess of Wine. Hebe is the Greek wine-cup bearer to the Olympian Gods. The wine both of these two bore to those favored to drink from their offerings was ambrosia - a liquid that gave eternal youth to all who drank it. Even in the case especially of Gestin it should have been ordinary wine, but what she bore was called ambrosia.

It is unavoidable that you should pour a libation to the Goddess of Wine before even attempting to find anyone to join you in the ritual of the Destiny Wine.

A Spencer Hart watch.
Spencer Hart has found 
a place in today's Savile Row.
He's a designer.
He does things as in the
olden days.

Only a foolish person would think that the gods do not exist and so ignore the most fundamental politeness towards them - especially when it comes to these sorts of matters.

The thinkers of medieval times wrote about and actually drew pictures describing the reason why one always saw the tops of the masts of ships first as they approached from the horizon line, before the rest of the ship appeared: they held correctly, that the Earth was curved. Nobody thought that it was flat. Only the ignorant people of our own era today suppose that medieval people thought differently.

Such contemporary people are very naive and neither have read the works of those thinkers of the past, nor have understood the depth of the knowledge and the wisdom we all should have inherited but mostly, have not.

Today we do seem to have better instruments, better and more refined and scaled up, and scaled down, tools.

So many things are better, and seem better - except the wisdom which ought to have gone along with these advancements is simply not obtained in the wider human society and population across the planet.

Before you go to the 'pay for' text on Amazon/Kindle about wine - the liquid that is a Destiny Wine - you should read about water first. It's free and it's available here:

The Drinkable Inks Of Venice 

When you have read and absorbed that, things will start to become more clear for you...

The Destiny is the end; it is the literal end-point - it is Eternal Youth and Life.

How can that be?

Because it can be, that's why.

It was so in ancient Sumer. 

...It is the heart and soul of the meaning of that impressive scene in EWS in which Kidman is lectured on the merits of reading the poet Ovid. 

Buy yourself a Tabarro Venizia. Whether you are male or female makes no difference. You must have one of these. 

That kind of attire in the pic on the right here is not a tabarro, but it is very typically Venetian, with its silk brocade and Tyrrhenian lilac or purple.

We have discussed many times in these pages previously the real reason that people wore masks in medieval and Renaissance Venice - and it was not, as modern history says, because of church clerics wishing to disguise themselves during the wild events of Carnevale, although that could have been so in some instances no doubt at all.

Everything is always 'hidden in plain sight,' when it comes to occult matters of the human race.

Destiny Wines are occult adventures.

In plain sight, just a girl
with her coffee.

Because this is where you will encounter the gods of wine.

Thyone. Semele. Demeter. Osiris. Neith - whose priestess was Joseph (of the Bible)'s wife Asaneith ('of Neith'). Gestin. Dionysus. Hebe. Ganymede.

Wine is a very complex matter.

You cannot walk the winding streets of Prague, or slide along the galleries of Venice or slip into the alleyways there - once the fog sets in - and truly know your way about or easily find your way out on your own.

Like the planet, life is curved space...

When the ships approach, you will see their masts first.

Take a hold of my hand now.

We are about to, once more, go into the fairy stray...

But first, read the text on water and flavorings, and herbs and spices and many other things.

Then go, and select the best red wine that you can find and that you are able to afford.

And come back here soon.

For we are about to enter strange territory.

You did not expect that, did you...

And you will see into the shadows.

Now the shadow lines are drawn;

All pathways different but they meet;

Awaken, you who walk into the shadow world, for in the Shadow World the Shadow Lord is King;

And Fate for you a rusty iron gate.

***

Read on.

Advance.

Take the plunge into another world altogether.

We are awaiting you here.

Your true friends are in here - it is still yet only morning, and you cannot drink at this hour:

Lost World Of The Paris Salon

It was one of my father's grand aunts, the Countess Greffulhe, who held one of the last great Paris 'Salons' - places at which the good and the great, and the very wicked(!), attended to pay court to their benefactrix.

Today, it is still possible, with some research and elaborate planning, to arrange to attend one of the rare few such things around. There is certainly, the Apartment 26 in Melbourne Australia, and there have been from time to time quite large gatherings at the upper floors, but not the very top one, of the Macquarie Hotel in Wentworth Street, Sydney. These are all strictly the province of a very select group of attendees always.

Some European vineyards
have tasting halls that are
literally in their own
art galleries and museums.
Like this one in Portugal.

But you might be able to find a way in - as Dr Bill Harford did, in EWS.

If not for the Countess G., and her money and foresight, modern radio would not have been developed as it did do. She was a benefactor of that research.

So much for the military R&D budgets, whether black or open, of the US government. It has not done anywhere near as much. Alfred Loomis financed the nuke, not the US government.

I have just come from participating in an energetic discussion among a group of mostly retired US military people, on the vexxed subject of what it is the government might be doing with all of this current 'UAP' nonsense. 

It is hard to get people out of their standard perception of the world, and have them look up and/or out at what goes on where the cash is, where the rich folk are, no doubt where also the rich privileged brats are too.

I suppose it is far too hard to have people accept that Musk and Zuckerberg are minnows when it comes to old money.

And that consequently, being minnows, neither do they have 'old knowledge...'

There is so much pulling on people's attention these days - you must do this, you must watch that, you must believe so-and-so.

Maybe it was ever thus, but today, the pace involved is tremendously high.

How are you supposed to enjoy yourself?! LOL

It will be midnight and you will be at first
all alone when you meet with your 
'wine partner from the stars...'
Not really, I just like the color of
the pic! 

The great wines are destinations, not journeys. They are not 'discoveries;' they are end-points.

It is ludicrous to expect that not having taken on all of the great knowledge of past figures of human intellect - the early geometers and mathematicians, the writers on morality and then later on on psychology - suddenly you can be a reliable analyst of the interaction of Mankind with an advanced Alien civilization, for instance, even should such a thing decide to openly disclose its presence to the world.

The US government's AARO - the face of the government's narrative about what it is encountering - ostensibly would say that it was at minimum, a venue via which Alien encounter could be officially logged and looked into. 

But I say some small private rooms upstairs at the Wentworth Street hotel or in Apartment 26, is the actual place where you will meet with the true existential meaning of human destiny vis-a-vis ET Aliens.

Why would anyone suppose such creatures have no interest in the greatest Australian cabernet sauvignons, for example, or that they are not and could not be charmed with afternoon tea cakes by the same token? But that they are interested in backward (from their standards) US military anything??

You all talk about technology a lot as if to suggest it is the be-all and end-all of the human race's ability to progress up the Kardashev Scale.

The US government is not going to solve the riddle of ET Aliens any time soon.

I put it to you however, that neither is the simple instance of ET Aliens coming here and evidencing themselves clearly and obviously going to necessarily solve the moral equations of advanced society; that all advanced societies must deal with and resolve in order to endure.

These kinds of brands will never
 let you down.

I further put it to you that if someone (as I am now doing) tells you that you can be extremely wealthy and materially successful in your natural life (living a full and complete normal Earthly lifespan) by accessing the great knowledge of people of the past and feeding that through the filter of today's technical systems, and that this will in any case take you to the 'Enoch' square in the game of life - then you have a choice as to whether to continue to believe that the US government's or any government's narrative on Aliens and UAPs is more significant, practically-speaking, to you personally...

Or whether that this place right here is more important.

I will show you Aliens; have already done that many times in here.

It's up to you decide the logic of continuing down a senseless track of worshiping and glorifying death-dealing 'technology' instead of diligently following the trail the Daedalus of the ancient past already laid for you, that leads you out of the maze of human mortality: you either live, or you die.

The Western God-story already made a template - from basic liquid to complex substance; from death to life. That template is important and it is morally correct and significant.

'Technology' in the hands of governments and the military just means death to someone. It doesn't mean life and it doesn't mean progress.

You think we have been on some linear path of Evolution and progress and development.

We have not. It is Cain and Abel today, just as it always was. 

This is non-linear domain stuff.

After this will be a free
(and it will be free) 'account'
of a very challenging
aspect of meeting
super-advanced 'people.'
...I always call them
just - 'people.'

 

Human life is a non-linear domain reality thing - it is not 'just' a matter of someone living so and so many years on this planet.

You follow this nonsense about the US having crashed craft or remnants of such things or that they have accurate intellectual understanding of advanced Alien beings and you will end up where these things of governments and rulers always end up.

You go with me and you might find that you get the shock of your life.

But it's an exclusive affair. You cannot give this kind of information out to the general public, principally because it is really true, that a person must have gone through all of the steps of attaining the knowledge that you could say begins with Pythagoras and Parmenides and goes through Newton and Planck but also includes Jung and Freud too.

It's not that 'the world' cannot handle 'the truth.' Or that the great religions will materially suffer if the truth were completely known. It is that no one has the time to devote to what is absolutely vital and necessary to know, and that most people do not care (about those things) anyway.

The reason we stick little stories and accounts and narratives here about meetings with Aliens, is to avoid showing those meetings! Because that would be premature given the necessary pre-knowledge required. On account of what I said in the paragraph just before this one. WTF would happen, can you just imagine, if such visual recordings were shown widely on-line anywhere!

But if you read, you are potentially the type of person with the intellect and the time. 

The time to study.

Stars exist, that is existentially obvious. It is an obvious fact. There are civilizations there - that is existentially (logically) probable or possible and plausible. But if there are then they would have been there for 'a long time.' aka 'A long time far far way' - light years. 'Mortals' cannot go there.

This means you either stay inside this linear trap that is the standard human race or step out into the non-linear domain in which 'you' can certainly travel to far places and return if you wish. 

Is this all too strong drink for y'all?

Looking for kind of weird gray-skinned scrawny ugly creatures as representatives of some advanced Alien species is just showing no respect for the magnificence of what the human organism is, and/or certainly could be.

Don't come to me with your 'prescriptions from medicos!' LOL

Jesus heals, bro. Doctors take your money. Be honest with yourself here.

Come To Your Place

We go where we feel that we fit in.

We go to fit into wherever we feel we are part of the scene, or want to be part of the scene; ought to be there.

There are definitely one or two people here who do not want to talk about spirits and alcohol and all of that good stuff - because for them it ain't so good!

It takes them to the edge, and then they go over the top.

At the same time we have to realize that almost since whenever it was way back in ancient history, god-only-knows-where - maybe Persia, maybe somewhere else - alcohol was already employed as a means of opening doors to the deep mind, and even from then it was acknowledged that 'the way is steep, the path narrow, and the risks of falling off the edge ever present with the seeker at every step.'

And, as the classic Chinese vertical scroll calligraphy says: '...What is there at the top is fairly ordinary, the temple itself not so austere, the monks not particularly holy, and it is even that the steps up turned out to be not that many and not that difficult to climb after all.'

So it says...

LOL

However, 'when viewed at from below -.'

How is it that all the religious systems seem to think we all get to drink wine in the Gardens of the Paradise of Heaven, when we cannot do it and get away with it here in the mortal world?

So okay people are not that great on self-control in the face of the massive visceral forces of strong wine and powerful experiences.

I do not consciously know where people reading here 'are at' in their lives - I could guess but it's not the same as someone individually telling you directly what they want to say, if they even want to say anything at all, about what they feel about how life is proceeding and progressing for them right now.

When I personally look back in my own life I find that there were at least one or two instances very early on in which I felt that I was doing something at odds to the way everyone else wanted to go - and that it did feel as if it was 'socially if not wrong, then distinctly contrarian.'

An instance was being one of hardly three official members plus the Club President at a University 'Film Club.'

I feel very privileged to have lived 
in a time back when there 
were print rooms, of real newspapers, or print-setting halls, as
they were termed - and to have walked through
some of them although not as any kind of
worker there. 

Happens to be that the Club President - Colm Blake - was also the chief of our (literally was this too btw) Oxford Union Debating Society's associate membership group for our far-way region in this part of the world. The main person in the local society who actually debated at Oxford was who turned out to later on become the Deputy Prime Minister of Australia -, Kim Beazley.

So there I was, late into the evenings watching Roman Polanski's Fearless Vampire Killers (or Pardon Me But Your Teeth Are In My Neck), sometimes no one else in the small cinema - knowing and also sensing and feeling that this was not what people thought we smart people should have been doing when the Law Books in theory at least, ought to have beckoned.

Being somewhere 'wrong,' doing something 'wrong.' And knowing it.

Look - you do not know what is there in the 'for-money' texts that we link to here regularly.

'The Destination Wines.'

What is in there is the same kind of thing. It's 'wrong.' 

Some people will certainly think it is sinister.

Society won't like what you are reading, most people will hate it, most will not even understand it - even at the same time as we have made it clear that these things are some of the ways that we raise funds for the Autistic Employment Project being run from out of the Joint Primary School Campus here in Western Australia.

Worthy cause? Doesn't matter. No one much cares. The texts are sinister.

But you might, if you 'went there' - to the texts in question - find yourself with this sensation of a chill going up and down the back of your neck: not supposed to see this, definitely not supposed to believe any of it, definitely not supposed to be changing your life on account of anything you have seen in there...

Who would possibly believe, in any case, that this is from where 'the door' is actually being opened?

The door. That door.

This used to be the entrance to the 
main city newspaper in my city, and
where I have been through many times
when the typesetters were working 24/7
in the main print hall.
Is a wine bar and restaurant now.
A good one but still, not a newspaper.
There are no newspapers left.
There's this Blog...

 

Virtually empty dark cinema. No one else there. They all have too much 'important' stuff to be about. 'They' meaning the rest of the world.

What I hope for you though is for you to be able to sit in your favorite coffee spot (or wine bar), with your eReader or other 'device,' whatever one that is, and read, just read - knowing though that you are doing something truly meaningful while everyone else is 'working hard' doing all the right things.

The metaphor of turning water into wine is not just any simple metaphor.

For one thing, the wine that was 'made' in that story was not some cheap table wine for everyday use - the wine stewards declared it to be the best wine.

And those people were not just some ordinary wedding party officials and guests - this was an event at whose attendance was this guy, whose uncle was called by the same name as the family of Cleopatra and who owned a mansion in Egypt. Well this is like me saying I stayed at my uncle's mansion in London, and that my uncle's name was 'Windsor.' LOL

These wine stewards knew what 'the best wine' meant.

A great wine is at first instantly enjoyable. And then it becomes pleasurable.

But one does have to have a feel for when it becomes the case to say to one's self 'I'll keep these moments now for the next occasion.' Or abuse the beauty of the experience and just decide to indulge on to the subsequent points of severing consciousness of the world, things around you, much of the past in your immediate memory, but also dulling and distorting your senses themselves so that not much can be relied on to be relaying truthful experiences to you.

A great wine, the best wine -, takes care and a long time to make. Molecule by molecule it has gained in strength, nutrients, sugars, flavor, color, texture, form.

How came it to be that even a god, was able to 'suddenly' in nothing but a moment, imbue the miraculous wine with all of the time, that goes into the making of a grand wine in our standard human reality.

Because it cannot be that the wine stewards mistook the wine they tasted for something which would have had to have undergone much growth and development and the forming and constructing of dimension - but which in the 'miraculous reality' of the case in question, was simply nothing more than the frivolity of a genie's blink.

We cannot reduce great miracles to nothing more than frivolity.

To arrive at the destination, means that you acknowledge the great moment -, and the moment's greatness.

If you keep reading in here, in these pages, you will find out for one thing, the way to attain the company of great wine supper partners.

But it will be a miracle, and moreover will even seem like a miracle.

 

 

 

Reserved

If the French government thinks so little of its own French wines - the craft of making them, the art, the history, the great tradition, the humanity of them, the individuality of them, that they will so flippantly destroy vast litreages as an act of elaborated industrialism and commercial pricing support -, how soon before they destroy human beings because of the same demands of the global 'commodity agenda...' Treating you like any other commodity...

Well, in fact that has already happened. 

There was a time when the Indian government
plowed harvests of onions into the ground,
ostensibly to end an oversupply, end 
an onion glut.
No one in government
gave free onions to poor Indians.
'Let them eat French Onion Soup,' Said
Macron. Not.

Governments, politicians, rulers - do not care at all about the individuality of humans, or that humans are individuals - and they care only that you are a unit of a huge money-making commodity for them and for no one else.

Those of you who are coming fairly late to this party here (this place where you are currently reading), will not have had the benefit of the slow unfolding of our own agenda in here; which agenda a handful of others here are by now quite familiar with.

So it is not something one can expect, that you who have arrived here only recently, will so easily and suddenly be able to draw a line beneath your life thus far, all of it that has 'gone under the bridge' so to speak, the things of your past, whether they be good or not-so-good or simply indifferent.

Yet if not to be 'easily' done, then nevertheless it still requires to be done.

For one cannot sit down to a great wine with 'interesting' companions, heart heavy with the burdens of the typical mercantile world, or the demands of daily life and standard worldly economics.

Everything is about the 'otherworldly' here.

Draw a line behind you.

Do it now.

American ethics and industrial economics
in the French bedroom...

Ahead lies the comfortable and sequestered corner, perhaps in the high skyscraper private restaurant, perhaps in the basement salon tucked away at the end of the short, blind alley off the most modest side-streets of the city.

...The subdued lighting.

The white linen tablecloths.

The gleaming stemware.

And time. Enough time; lots of time.

How do we give you time in this fast-paced, highly pressurized world, without damaging your income or your revenues?

Arnold Schwarzenegger:

"Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.

"If you don't find the time, you don't get the results."

Well said, Arnold.

Finding the time does not simply mean showing up to the parade. It means being there 100%, with your mind totally focused on the pleasure of the moments, the joy of the celebration, the substance of the grape, the spirit of the un-worldly, otherworldly, vine culture.

Get ready to come with us...

There is a table, it is being made ready. And your place is Reserved.

You cannot come if you are taking Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors.

Because 'Jesus' is here and He laughs at your 'doctors' and your foolish medicine. (Relax man, Jesus is everywhere).

Just because the readership of this place has exploded in recent days, does not mean we will be altering our viewpoint any time soon or the way we talk about things. 

If you want to be a fool, and remain a fool in your silly foolish world, go ahead. I am not going to stop you. The end of your ways is clear and it is obvious. The end of your standard life is Death. And there is no way out for you if you persist in your ignorance.

NO WAY OUT. If you insist that you know even anything.

You know nothing.

How much did you spend on doctors last year?

Do you think I don't know?

deGrasse-Tyson says the US government (he means its arms, the agencies and organised technology and research and military thinking parts of it) is too incompetent to have been able to keep any secrets about ET Aliens.

LOL

Wasn't ever just 'the government' that was the lead grouping on these things: Alfred Lee Loomis was a privateer and he wasn't even a University-credentialed anything, but without him there would be no 'Einstein' like you're all in love with. Rand Corporation and Bell High Altitude Labs were private companies not government organisations, same goes for Hughes Tools. These were the groups involved under Thomas C Schelling on the original 'engagement' programs. 

The only question you need to ask is whether at Tuxedo Park they drank any good wines ever...

They did but which ones were they?

Listen, we've just been dickering around before. Like I said -, if the numbers go up, we will bring out the big guns and then watch out! But we shall see, what we shall see. There's no hurry. There's only the wine, opened, and breathing...

Wine Meditation

The proper rituals of wine are purely meditative practices.

Those of you who make a lot of money doing what you do each day, will know that you tend to 'walk through the world' quite fast, and with a distinct order of priorities to all those things that your eye or your mind observes as you transit places, be it through crowds, office spaces, buildings...

And then when you get back to home base, you try to do what is popularly referred to as 'de-compressing.' Which might mean turning the television on, for example.

Oh, my life is so fast...
I didn't see the burgundy for the wine
stains.

This is incredibly dangerous because your brain is being fed endorphins from the process, not from its content. And what that means is that sub-consciously you will be associating (false) good feelings with highly problematic ideas and verbalized content and images.

The same kind of endorphin-led process structure is going on when you sit down to a bottle of very good wine.

It is critically important to have the right company when you are doing that. Or else just sit in a corner of a restaurant by yourself, perfectly alone - with the wine.

But whereas opium or the food of the mythical 'lotus eaters' of Homer's Odyssey will quite literally blank out from the immediate consciousness, memories of the past, especially those bad ones, and even recollections of the very recent past - like what happened earlier in the day - good wine will open the mind to memories of the past, and ideas about the future, but install the construction of all those thoughts into the immediate 'now.'

...Until of course, actual drunkenness takes over and then the whole thing descends into a vague confusion of thoughts and the blunting of important things.

In the world of the last two hundred years or so, the mass-production and commoditisation mindset has seen the relentless cutting of corners when it comes especially to time spent on anything.

Yes yes - you must 'de-compress.'

This week we have witnessed the French government spend half a billion dollars of taxpayer funds to destroy the physical commodity that has come from the French 'wine production industry.'

Call it whichever way that you like but the commoditisation of wine has been a serious mistake.

And the results are in and they are clear.

The fabricated 'causes' of the so-called glut or oversupply of French wines, include the market veering off to craft beers and other things, and even the effects of the Covid lock-downs although I cannot see how that could have been relevant.

The real cause is that you cannot commoditise wine-making. You cannot. You 'can' and it will seem to work for a while and then it will all be revealed as utter folly in the end.

Nobody wants to sit down quietly and comfortably to imbibe wine that is hopelessly 'difficult' to drink, to consume.

Not Tahoe but it's like that - you get
the picture. Late afternoon, chilly,
deep in the pine forest. And someone
is coming up the pathway...
Who is it?

Yes you swilled it around your mouth, towards the back palate, over the teeth at the front 'palate' - and you could tell from which terroir that it came - and you 'impressed' everyone that you were buying dinner for, to be with you there while you were intent on showing off.

And did you enjoy the drink, or did you wallow in the self-indulgence and ego glorification and was that really, the principal thing.

The Latin word is 'meditari.' The Greek is 'theoria.'

And it's a whole long process. Alcibiades enters the scene in The Symposium late, and already inebriated - and he wonders why everyone else there is sober, although clearly they have also been drinking. And he starts to speak 'truth' except not the sort that people would admit to wishing to hear in 'polite company.'

LOL

The French government intends to distill the spirit from the wine it is going to destroy to extract industrial alcohols and solvents and make cleaning fluid and such stuff. You see, that is all that those industrial stocks ever were in the first place. You're killing yourself drinking that stuff.

Time, my friends, it's all about time and how to enjoy life.

But I hear some of you complain: I need to have money, at least some money, enough to have time - the time to enjoy my wine.

Well that's fine too.

Oh god, it's JES. She's going
to make us leave the wine and
go do a work-out!
...I happen to know she loves
Sancerre, though.
So we shall see... What we shall see.

I believe you.

Yes you need some money.

And tell me, Admiral Kirk, who are you inviting to sit with you to open your favorite Saurian brandy, in the commander's state room?

French economist Manu Saadia wrote a book in 2016 called 'Trekonomics' in which he looks at the economy of scarcity by looking at it in reverse.

This is the so-called 'post-scarcity' economy of the Star Trek universe.

The fact is however, that the matter resolves not into simply a material scarcity equation, but can only be solved when intelligent humans discover that it is necessary to admit that humans themselves are the ultimate economy, and that some of them are appealing while most others are mediocre examples of what the human being can be or could be.

To understand wine, a great wine, you must understand how to reflect yourself in the great wine; how a great wine is a reflection of you, the individual, not you the industrial commodity!

Stay with us here on these pages - we will take you to places not even a monetary billionaire can take you no matter how smart or tough or 'well-informed' they think they are. Because what you are encountering here is something quite different. 

As we have retold here before on several separate occasions... ...there was this girl once, a woman indeed, who walked bare-footed up the garden path to the mansion house in Tahoe, and banged loudly on the door with her two Louboutins in one hand, and a bottle of red in the other and two glasses held by the stems: 'I'm lost and I need to find my way to my Grandma's house before nightfall -, can you help me?'

Blink blink.

Of course, the girl with only the one Louboutin is Cinderella.