So, here is what transpired - notice 'transpired;' not 'happened.'
I told these people, I said - 'Are you completely sure about this...?'
LOL
It's the long-weekend down here. King's Birthday, don't you know, wot wot.
Not his actual Birthday. Just a 'public holiday' thing.
So I said, yeah no problem. You guys come over, and I'll make you dinner.
Wouldn't really be me, making anything.
Kind of supervise. That kind of thing.
They show up. A man in a white jacket lets them in and hands out face towels. Some warm, some ice cold, and then warm again. Hot, I guess you should say, really...
One of the guests had told me that 'Whispering Angel' was the benchmark in rose wine.
I said 'Really?'
Everyone's been told beforehand what to expect - nobody actually expects (...suspects!) anything though.
'There will be no baroque chamber music!' I tell them.
A piece of music is playing -, and there's all kinds of chill remixes, it's quite soft; that is to say not loud, not being played loudly.
A pashtush shawl. It's commonly for men. Well, it's not common, though.
There is a large and pretty sophisticated audio system here however.
A girl in a soft-toned colored jacket sprays 'The Black Knight' on the backs of everyone's hands. They've been told beforehand - no objections, you just accept what's happening.
It's dark in here.Yellow-amber highly diffused lighting.
You can see the glowing electronic 'fruit' on the speakers and control boxes.
And then they all sit down, take their places at a modest table. Warm, fresh bread. Cold water.
Crumbed, oven-baked de-boned chicken (Ballantines), with Tarragon infused French cream sauce and lemon slices with thick white pith and bright yellow skin.
Chardonnay. Cold. To drink.
Plenty of Chardonnay and Cognac in the sauce...
By now they are already slightly familiar with the music but the sound levels are going up through the roof and everyone is just at that stage before becoming quite drunk and the chicken is very appealing...
...There are couches nearby.
Of course they see things.
But who is going to believe them, after all? Who are they going to tell?
The Fragrantica Review says it's a 'magnificent earthy leather scent with sensual Orris beneath it. Complex, raw, deep and rich. Perfectly balanced, addictive.'
Don't worry. We will soon be getting to the Destination.
But just for now, let us spare a thought for those who are travelers far from home.
What is 'home' for a human?
They seem so comfortable where they are. Humans.
Ordinary humans have technology too, you know! And it's pretty good!
I guess I should just explain to those newcomers to these pages, that most of the rest of us - those who have been here from the beginning - are disaffected virtual retirees from some pretty esoteric parts of 'officialdom.' At least half a dozen of you are managers (still) of modest-scale (what would it be, several hundred million USD now?) pension funds 'somewhere' probably wise not to disclose that small detail these days, seeing how the China people are intent on dumping their US Treasuries. By 'virtual' we would have to say, as the commercial manager of one 'Anna Chapman' told me one time 'not yet ready for retirement...' LOL
Actually from memory I think he said to me 'does not yet feel ready for retirement.'
He means I guess if there were an exciting proposition, well...
Some of you (the troop who have long been here) are talking internally about these 'A915-Q7K4'-type designates, and that there is a recurring theme of something really bad going to happen by year's end.
As you know though, the Spencer, Virginia 'unincorporated community' 'Monroe Institute' stuff is 'crypto-nomenklatura' for actual operatives; active ones. Now, there's some left-field 'tin foil hat' and conspiracy theory stuff for the newcomers.
Do truffles work with Ramen noodles? Oh yes. Crazy Rich Asian 'Ramen Noodles.'
So every time you see some casual reference to 'remote viewers' take care to note where these guys are being represented as hailing from who are said to be giving any heads up.
California RVs are different to Virginia 'target watchers.'
'Really bad' to the 'off label' community is quite a different thing to the people living in the regular community.
Because 'really bad' is what we already have. The narrative going on is that a significant Cesium-137 release or similar could eventuate and then that would be really bad.
Actual 'really bad' is if and when the China people decide to dump Treasuries floridly in order to destroy the mainstream markets in the West, and via that to underscore the fundamental internal economic collapse that is already able to be witnessed domestically in Berkeley SF and a lot of down-town LA too. Forget about Cleveland! And those kinds of other already zombified places.
'If' and/or 'when.'
The crazy rich Beijing China pseudo 'middle class' punks haven't as yet worked out where the actual best wines are. They are still enthralled by the nonsense talk about the 'First Growths' and the 'Grand Cru' names and all of this garbage.
I spoke to someone just back from Paris earlier today. Not good, boys and girls. Angry people, arrogant ignorant older people, lots of homeless 'foreigners.'
And this other guy I was listening to - China guy, but from Canada (lol! Might as well have been another loser from Singapore) - oh god, what was he saying: 'rich, almost black fruit, still tight, walnuts, plums, spice...' I forget.
Champagne and syrup shaved ice.
Where the heck was the 'and tastes like grape?'
The best wine tastes like grapes. It smells like the fruit of grape-vines. It looks like the skin-color of particular grapes.
And the grapes will be the most healthy examples of the particular varietal fruit of the wine in question. They could be small like some Pinot Noir grapes, or they could be almost raisins like the Botrytis affected grapes for those kinds of sweet white (actually gold or yellow or amber) wines, or they could be big and plump and firm like the big dark blue grapes that make the best Shiraz.
It all starts with the fruit. And it proceeds with the big shallow vats and then the best quality oak barrels over many years -, not with some urgency to get the Two-Year Old to the track kind of classless mentality. And in the end, it is still about the fruit.
No fruit, no wine.
No heart, no home.
Got it yet...?
I might have traveled 6 light years (or I might not have; I'm just saying!), but I never left my heart 'back' behind anywhere. How far away from your heart has the contemporary world sucked you into going?
The whole direction of scientific conversation about genetics is almost exclusively about species, and structural effects and predispositions and gene-engineered eventual organic characteristics.
It has been that way for a long time.
The word species itself, means 'a group of living organisms consisting of similar individuals capable of exchanging genes or interbreeding.'
The point of genes, however, is something so far away from all of that, that it defies the comprehension of the contemporary, and broken, mind.
You can talk all you want about French wines and how they come from the best terroir, and how the best wines are from there, and the most beautiful land is there, and... ...It isn't true though, and that's plainly all there is about it. This is McLaren Vale and it is not in France.
The human mind - as a huge sociological group - is broken. And it cannot be fixed from here.
You see, although you can intellectually swirl away down into the ever-narrowing spiral of 'structural engineering,' all you want - when it comes to looking at living organisms at the gene level: you are missing a critical point about the actual end-result of genetic unfurling...
No two beings are alike.
Oh yes of course they have completely parallel structural engineering.
And that is where it all stops.
Marlene Dietrich is as far away from Sharon Stone as squid ink is from ice cream soda.
The concept that the genders represent the species, and then, that interbreeding results imply similarity of anything produced is crass beyond words.
You would think that someone who is an old hand at race horse matters for example, would never say such a thing except that horse racing is to do with racing (in other words it's simplistic and has a specific constrained purpose) - and humans are to do with something almost never even comprehended, much less thought of in the slightest.
There is 'abroad' currently, a theme going on where high-level government people are pushing narratives and fairy tales about ET Aliens and what they are now terming UAPs in place of the old 'UFOs' that everyone knew - and that theme is to the effect that Alien interference with things in this planet has to do with genes and genetic manipulation.
Well indeed, yes it has.
But not because - as the undercurrent has it at the moment - there is a sinister 'cult' of elites 'somewhere' in the dark, in the darkness, behind the illuminated front faces of politics, who are intent upon 'creating humans as gods' or a kind of a god. By which they simply mean, people who are stronger, who live longer, who are free from most diseases and organic flaws, probably who are also 'more intelligent' (whatever that means).
Whereas to 'be a god' according to the banal template thinking of these myopic 'modern science'-mongers, is simply to have reached a functional end-point of organic and physical perfection -, to those who possess authentic superior intellect, the continuous re-iterating of what the genes do, provides a canvas for art.
And there is no limit and there is no end to that art, and the sensibility of the aesthetic involved is way over the heads of far too many cheap lab technicians and 'muratore' masquerading as scientists.
You can use the wine metaphor and still extract the correct understanding of the whole thing:
You can tamper with genetic material all you want, or you can scientifically 'manipulate' it if you will - but science doesn't give you Beethoven or Michelangelo.
As one of our contributors - Bill Smith recently repeated to me - Beethoven has a way of focusing on a note, or just a few lone notes, before exploiting the pause to then release the power of the whole orchestra and take you away with its flood of sound; its audio 'tidal wave.'
But you cannot by virtue of simply observing such a technique with Beethoven, stick him in a test-tube! ...And pretend that you have bottled Beethoven!
The d'Arenberg Cube. Also in McLaren Vale. Has 'wine sensory rooms' in there.
Beethoven has limitless techniques. And you only have test-tubes. Test-tubes are the things that are generic in the way many people want to think 'species' and 'genes' end up with generic results.
Beethoven 'could' end up with limitless results.
Because - 'of the making of many books there can be no end.' (Bible; Ecclesiastes 12:12).
Of course Beethoven is deceased.
Right?
While the whole of the Pentagon is imagining they have some handle on what supremely-advanced intelligent beings from five or six light years away are doing here on this backwater planet, none of them imagine they have Beethoven on board one of their space platforms!
I mean why wouldn't they?
Why couldn't they?
While this idiot mentally-broken world is fixated on 'power' - the pure of heart shall see God.
Why would ultra-advanced Alien beings seek 'power?' They already have it.
I have actually heard some credible people talking of ET Aliens as a 'Satanic gene-manipulation cult intent on creating gods' - or that is to say, men as gods.
Of course, again, using the wine metaphor, there are vast numbers of 'experts' and commentators all over the place who talk about the ultimate French wine, the most likely mega-price reaching French 'Super Name' vintage, and how Californian wine-makers are genetically creating the 'greatest wine ever.' The one that you can keep in storage for thirty years, maybe longer.
Nobody talks about a beautiful wine.
Well. Not many people do at any rate.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right? RIGHT??!
The soil of the grape-growing regions in Australia is millions of years old. By comparison, the soil of the wine regions of France are thousands of years, maybe some tens of thousands of years old at best.
Today, French wine makers are taking back genetic material from the vines in Australia to try and formulate new vines back in France that will grow grapes closer to the fruit produced there prior to the Great Phylloxera Plague of the late 1800's.
St Hallett - 'Faith Shiraz.' To commemorate the faith some early German settlers to the Barossa had, in growing their vines.
Most people today do not have sufficient time. Sufficient time to contemplate, or to enjoy their lives - even if they have some basic material 'wealth.'
We could, in theory, have a 'Destination Wine Evening' hosted right here, and post up short video clips of some cool people opening a couple of bottles of something very expensive together.
And the temptation is to set these videos at particular scheduled times, so that people from all across the globe might participate, if only via the on-line process. Even so, it would be pretty interesting.
But then again, who has the time to do any of this? To actually wait for some additional scheduled moment for some 'nuther important thing we all just have to do.
We all have enough of those as it is.
Argh, forget it.
There is nothing that important going on here.
All the important stuff is happening elsewhere, right?
Paris does have the marketing...
The wonderful lives of all the wonderful people are going on. While we little people face another week of doing small things, among other small people, with nothing but Death and Taxes to absorb our minds, to control our attention.
And I hear some of you saying: 'Oh yeah but what, what if we drop all of that like you are really suggesting underneath it all -? We'll go rapidly broke and not be able to afford even the cheap bottles of your vaunted Barossa 'Big Reds...'
You, little man, have only been here a very short time.
The land that I stand upon, has been here for millions of years.
You don't know anything.
...If you are that arrogant contemporary person who thinks they already know everything.
I am Orlando. You don't even know who 'Orlando' is unless you Google-Search for it! LOL
This coming Sunday I am supposed to go to this group meeting of some women, mostly, in this pretty wealthy if quite small suburban community. From what I have been given to understand, this is going to be more or less like the meetings that the girls who go out to Sedona hold.
It will be interesting for me because I am also on a Primary School Board which is comprised of fifteen members, all of whom are women - except for me; the lone male.
LOL
'Rich' people have walls around their mansions - because they don't want robbers coming in and stealing from their material wealth.
This evening I found out that one of the most talented females I know currently living in California, attended her own local group meet-up just the other day - seems to have been a book reading gathering or something like that - and she said that she had never felt more alone and out-of-place in her life. Claims she was intimidated by the self-confidence and depth of knowledge of the women there.
I was shocked.
Except not really. This kind of thing I have heard from so many super-talented people all throughout my life - and it usually comes when they have let their guard down, maybe had a couple of glasses of wine...!
Often the default position of those who feel out-of-place in the society or in the community where they actually physically are, is to turn to the church ('a' church; any church) and women especially end up trying to go to book clubs or reading groups or something like that, hoping they will find not just deeper social connection, but people who will truly understand them.
And that is of course, the whole issue about the human race - that is, humanity as a social animal: it cannot ever find that place.
Sociologically we must entertain an existential fact - which is namely that humans got kicked out of 'Eden.'
Kind of underlying the clear default position, is this other notion that somehow 'we,' who cannot really and truly and deeply and without treachery and opposed motivations, get on with each other - somehow, we will 'find God' and get on with Divinity though. We can't get on with ourselves, but we will get on with God. Right?
You'd have to be a total psychopath to be an atheist and then pretend at the same time that you are getting on with others, 'truly and deeply,' and that it never bothers you, this categorical fact that they will not just regularly let you down, but literally betray you in most gruesome ways. Or that, claiming to 'understand human psychology,' you simply naturally expect that others might definitely regularly let you down and betray you and hey, that's okay...
...It's only okay if you are a psychopath and have no feelings.
Some people hate long train trips because they cannot handle being alone, by themselves.
The default position, in my view, of atheists - is self-defensive lying.
Okay so Richard Dawkins takes strong anti-depressants. Who would have thunked it, right...
I have no time for people who want to pretend stuff that just isn't real about how they feel in their lives.
I don't care whether you think or believe that those who think there is a God are just pretending - I do care if you pretend that you are not ever hurt by the behavior of human society towards you.
That's the only pretending going on, friends. God is hard to grasp hold of and stick in a lab test-tube; this is a fact. Speculating and even fantasizing about some wiser, stronger, more powerful as well as 'humanly' intelligent being, is no mystery, when it comes to the psychology of people!
But failing to address why it is that people in fact do not get on deeply, and failing to come up with widely-accessible strategies to resolve that problem - is the proof-positive that humans are not anywhere near as 'intelligent' as they all want to make out and to claim; especially 'sci-entists.'
You need help, my friend. Admit it -, just admit it and let's get on with the real ideas and the solutions for you that you have never ever seen or encountered before anywhere up till now.
Do I care if you happen to have ten ba-zillion dollars??
LOLOL
Keep on kidding yourself.
You need help, Michio, Richard, Neil and all the rest.
But don't you guys come here because there is nothing here for you. You have wasted a lot of people's time already pretending.
And you are nothing but emotional and psychological cripples.
Yeah come on - I challenge you.
The solution, or at least the beginnings of it, are in the story of the woman with the alabaster box of ointment.
"The perfect people loveth little."
Oh you are all so perfect, such perfect people. And I am not talking about those reading here, now. I am talking about those with the world stage at their fingertips.
That's not you.
Has it not occurred to anyone, that the reason no super advanced beings - be they ET Aliens or even just gods of myth and legend(!) - never let any of you near them, never let you in behind their walls, so that some of you even think they don't exist... ...is that you imagine you are so perfect, that you loveth little.
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