If Markets Die Soon

Markets can die. They do die - they have done so before in history.

The Peloponnesian War in ancient history was an exact case of a dominant power emerging from a particular war but then collapsing not long after as the internal population decreased while the large army was no longer able to be maintained by the state. This power was the city state of Sparta. Much vaunted by the Singaporeans but then, look what happened to the Spartans in the end!

Read us some history, Orlando.

Things were not much different when the Sasanian Empire finally collapsed under the strain of its own internal political intrigues and assassinations. 

Although Wikipedia characterizes the events as having been caused by the 'full-scale invasion of Persia by the Muslims' and then, the 'conquest of Persia by Umar al-Khattab' - no such things actually happened.

Umar was assassinated by his own court before the supposed eventual 'conquest' with the actual deadly act said to have been perpetrated by 'a Persian slave.' And then only after Umar had died, came the so-called 'annexation of Persia by the Arabs' in modern written history. In other words it's a fake story believed only by credulous Muslims themselves on the whole but then again, accepted mindlessly by the uncritical.

In fact 'the Arabs' at the time were a thousand miles away and could never have maintained military supply lines and all that ever happened was that following the murder of Khosrau by his own son Khavad II, the Sasanian Empire disintegrated leaving its soldiers in need of a wealthy patron and a means of living. 

We're coming to the end of the
Wildflower Season
down here.
It's all calm and peaceful.
...Down here.
Far away.

Consequently most of them basically threw their lot (and their arms) in with the wealthy Arab 'traders' who were more or less armed caravan robbers anyway and the proof of that is that eventually when Timur Khan arrived on the scene half a millennium later, he was an ethnic Persian and his 'brand' of Islam very different to what the Southern Arabs were believing in and practicing and he himself came to totally dominate the entire silk and spice trails.

He was not an Arab. 

John of Damascus makes it very clear in some of the only independent writings of the relevant earlier time (the time, literally of 'Mahmut' as John of Damascus called him), 'Islam' was an heretical Christian sect, basically a 'Unitarian' ideology and rooted in the strange beliefs of the desert Nestorians and with quite a lot of star worshiping aspects derived from the Nabataeans. The proof of that is that the only coins dating from then which were 'Islamic' and Arabic, were re-strikings of Christian silver coins in Jerusalem with the name of the Arabic tyrant at the side of the Christian epithet for Christ 'The Praise-Worthy One!' ...And a cross on the coins still there which had been there from the start.

There was never in all events any one such thing as 'the Arabs.' There were Syrian Muslim Arabs, there were Yemeni Muslim Arabs, there were Najdi Muslim Arabs, and there were Turkish Ottoman Muslims I suppose you could say also in some sense who were 'Arabs' too since 'Arab' is not an ethnicity after all. And North African Arabs most certainly.

All of them highly dependent on markets and trade not theocratic ideals, as the fairy tale modern narrative wants to have it.

Olive oil prices on the rise.

'A-Rab' - without a lord (Rab) or 'lawless.'

Dictators and tyrants are without formally independent laws and they are 'lords unto themselves and all others they dominate.'

This is not substantially a different set-up to what we find today in modern Western politics. Nobody invited Klaus Schwab or von der Leyen (actual birth surname 'Albrecht') or Soros to run governments or to 'treat' government representatives to spa activities at Davos...

They are all tyrannical people in essence.

The death of a market occurs not simply because of the presence of dictators and tyrants who upturn the dynamic of natural supply and demand establishing prices. It happens when there is an insufficiency of money compared to the actual underlying demand for it. 

People want to trade but they cannot. There is demand there but it is suppressed.

If you then start to 'manufacture' artificial scarcity on preferred assets and pretend to inject currency to support preferred capital (selective capital asset prices) but there is at the same time genuine scarcity where there is also real demand - then you have the exact recipe for actual market doom.

Because real market agents circumvent the prevailing official structures then and create transfer pricing situations all over the place.

The question is what are the fallout consequences 'if markets die soon.'

But that markets can die you should not doubt at all.

A trophy wine will make you feel
good.
Just like when rich doctors back in Holland
in the days of the Black Death, bought
trophy Persian tulip blooms and it 
made them feel good on those long
lonely, dark, winter nights.

I could tell you what is about to be - but you would not accept it.

And nowhere is it discussed in any media at all. Not in any alt-media places - literally nowhere.

It's easy to shout 'doom and gloom' but it is never so easy that the screamer - the proclaimer, the prophet - puts their finger exactly and precisely on the thing. 

On the specific thing which knells the end.

Buy your trophy wine.

It's all I'm saying for now.

Soon there will be another of those free-to-read, effectively 'White Papers' but drawn up as narrative fiction of course. They have to be to get away with what is being said in there. And it will be astonishing. It's all about impossible-to-believe meetings and encounters. LOL. Could not possibly be true.

Some of want 'Aliens.' I give you Aliens but a lot of you just don't get it yet. They are here. Right here under your nose. Here they are. Your only real question should be what do they want from you. So yeah, the coming new 'White Paper...'

And this little piece of music features in it somewhere:

Sugar sugar. A little bit of sugar for you horse-y. 

 

Nearing Your Depth...?

Don't worry. You won't drown.

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.'

That's just the perfume.

The Video Is HERE

The Travelers Far Away

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? 

 

Misunderstandings About Genetics

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??!

Great Old Wines Symbolize...

The durability of friendship.

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