Hidden In Mists

There are quite a few things in life that are 'an acquired taste.' Well, that's the phrase that is usually applied to them. How does one acquire a favorable regard towards what might ostensibly be horrible, though? Or something that apparently, by nature seems quite repulsive?

I mean, here we are going to move into some once again, fairly arcane understandings, things that are not generally accepted in the ordinary mind, and certainly not commonly held perspectives.

Believe me, black truffles and roast chicken in a simple
sandwich with quality mayonnaise, is not for everyone!
You're not going to find it on many - if any - of the First Class
menus on even the most expensive airlines. A lot of
people don't like truffles.

There are still those extraordinarily rich people left somewhere in the world - not all in the same place, that's for certain - who have what in the old days used to be known as background.

You see it's really a preposterous notion to have someone - let's say, a failed footballer - turn their hand to epicurean-ism, and be believed by those with background. Nevertheless, in the modern era, such ex-footballers have made (or so we are led to believe by the Goldman Sachs-owned media facades) countless millions by chopping up some lettuce and chives and shrimp and rapidly plating-up and serving the consumer.

But tomorrow morning, China will have lost a few dozen billionaires to their declining 'financialized' economy, Dubai and Saudi Arabia (aka Londonistan) will have lost several dozen more oil trillionaires due to the severely declining oil price, and if Bernie Sanders wins the White House in the USA, there will be a few Manhattan pavements dressed in blood.

Background takes you the whole round trip without the disasters which await the young money.

When you leave the planet on your final journey, and travel past the Moon to seek your 'star' in the heavens (which is where souls with potential of saving go), you may, if you have the necessary background, comprehend which guide to acquire, in order to reach your happiest destination.

I shall let you in on a little secret... Some go on the long trip all right, and they make it a round trip and end up in the so-called Mount Meru - which in Vedic knowledge is not exactly totally a place observable on the simple physical plane, which is not to say that it isn't here physically, or actually; because it is. But it is hidden behind thick mists.

You need to already know a lot, to discover a lot in this Universe!

Ayurveda means - life knowledge.

There are many materialistic thinkers, deeply filled with a lot of factual detail too, who will never get to visit these places that are hidden behind the mists. There are a great many magical words and concepts which require to be solidly and firmly fixed into your consciousness before you can locate the mysterious passage-ways, the crevasses through which it is possible for you to gain entrance into these special places.

What is the most fascinating, most exciting, most thrilling, most pleasurable, most most pleasant, most desirable experience that money can buy...?

Is it this:

At a cost of 5 million bucks, there are quite a few in
London, Dubai, Geneva..

If you know any Dubai rich kids you will be familiar with their favorite word - 'gorrrrjess.' And that's what they think about these sorts of trinkets - although I wonder whether they are talking about the price tag; it seems to be the thing that turns them on the most about anything, really. Not that this car is not one of the cleverer of these old hat wedge super-car shapes of the pre-oil crisis Seventies. 5 million dollars of cash in US currency does not fit into the boot, such as it sort of is, of this conveyance.

Or, the greatest experience that you can have, more like this:

Alas though, I know the human mind all too well, and I can hear resonating echoes of 'I want both.'

When the loud thunder breaks into the jungle silence, afterwards, you need to be here, before you can get there - if you know what I mean.

Ayurvedic James Bond

Did you know... that the most effective time of the year in which to do ayurveda-based healing, is in the monsoon season?

Which is a timely idea over here because right in the middle of the hottest months of the year for us down in the Southern Hemisphere - we suddenly have these massive thunderstorms with the temperature dropping a lot as well!

It looks a bit like a monsoon outside.

Monsoon - best time for ayurveda

And it sounds a bit like a monsoon too.

Which brings me to back once again in these discussions, to the Orient. If someone were to ask me which secret intelligence service is the most efficient (with all of what that entails...) I would say the Hong Kong one. What? There even is a Hong Kong secret intelligence service? Oh damn right there is.

And now that the Bond franchise has dropped like a stone into the bottomless pit of movie-land darkness, never to be seen from or heard of again, why let us consider the prospects for a real James Bond circa 2016.

He couldn't be driving a juvenile Londonistani Aston Martin! He would have an appropriately Oriental Mandarin-color leather interior-ed Rolls Royce Dawn drop-head. With a nice Chinese red coach-line up the side, rising seductively on the waist...

And his theme music would be some nice modern New York-made faux Shanghai chillout, in keeping with the international nature of today's Oriental intelligentsia: I am reminded of that Hong Kong professor from the think tank responding on RT to Ash Carter's idiocy to China about how the USA was a force for peace in Asia and the Far East. 'Ohh, no-h' the guy said in that peculiar HK British accent with the relatively poor grammar included as a bonus - 'Ahy doh-wun fink soh. The ho ('l' - there's an 'l' in there somewhere at the end; maybe a silent 'l'...) The ho wurwold nohs vaht Amehwicca was involved in the Vietnam War...'

Where Is Your Compass Pointing?

During this last little, tiny, tremble in the mighty Dow skyrocket, there were a few people talking about tossing rib-eyes on the barbecue...

Perhaps, getting them outta the air dried deep-freeze might have been more appropriate for just yet.

Right now, we have to do with some simple recipes of the olde folke using ingredients which do not cost the earth.

Look at that caramelized onion!

Don't worry though -  a new installment of the latest TRUE James Bond never-ending saga is on its way. Meanwhile however, let us recall Paris, and days gone by, when the good people performed magic with simple produce:

• onions - you cook these slowly exactly as you would do caramelized onion; you know, sugar, vinegar, and long slow simmering
• beef broth - just boil down some beef, a tiny few grains of whole black pepper
• and sherry.

When everything is all complete - onions suitably caramelized - through them in a ramekin with the beef broth, and -

• stick the ramekin, topped with hard bread and some cheese, under a grill, and
• when bubbling, if not sort of charring, take out, and pour in some sherry into the soup.

The shaman - basically the shaman everywhere say the same thing by the way - say that souls need to head off toward the North Star in order to reach heaven.

Where is the North Star?
What, is the 'North Star...'

Which is fine for those who believe there is better French Onion Soup in Sirius or someplace...

Or, maybe it is that the shaman would like to have all the more to themselves and are shoving everyone else off, as many as they can shunt away!

I shouldn't really slander shaman, they are not the ones trying to head everyone off to WWIII, at '3 minutes to midnight' on the Nuclear Clock, as that propaganda machine the BBC just called it. Besides, everyone knows Putin probably advanced the minute hand...

Lyrics start at around 2 minutes in...

The Modern Maze

There is nothing about the modern world that is done by design. What I mean is that the modern world is completely unplanned. Of course there is design here! And there are designers. But the world, its people, its politics, its society, its laws, its culture - none of these things have any intelligent thought behind them. Like Topsy, they just grew.

And yet we are the inheritors of such incredible wealth and culture and history!

If only we but knew just the littlest part of it...

Alas! We know it not.

A little lamp to shine in your soul...

Words on top of more words are piled up all across the web. Like the Epimenides' Paradox however, they run around in endless circles, contradicting themselves and yet ever more stridently do their propounders yell out their messages.

Some fellow wished to tell me the other day, that Evil was the counter of Love and of God in our Universe, and that the Supreme Agent of Evil was Satan and this is how or what the elite of the world follow in order to secure their material power and position.

It sounds deliciously plausible, doesn't it?

And that is because people today tend to mess around quite a lot with words and their meanings - a lot of things become interchangeable. They are not, of course, actually interchangeable at all, but the modern mind is somewhat crazed and confused, ignorant too, and thus apt to grasp at straws when it comes to searching for answers to demanding questions.

You may be aware of the Letter of Paul to Titus, in which the Paradox of Epimenides is referred to: 'one of the their own prophets tells it, and rightly, that Cretans are always liars.'

Now the academic and University egg-heads run around fascinated with the seeming central paradox - namely that, how can Epimenides, being himself a Cretan, be telling the truth, when he says that Cretans are always liars.

Yet there are two other aspects of Cretans also discussed in the actual sentence which may be quoted completely: 'savage brutes, with greedy bellies.'

And in these two other aspects we may draw a lesson for our modern world from the very ancient and distant past.

Fashion by 'People Of The Labyrinths'

I treat the readers here as highly literate and extremely well-read, and therefore I expect you to know of the connection between Minoan Crete and the lost civilization that disappeared long ago because of its avarice and greed, to say nothing of its perverted blood sacrifices to bulls and its love of gold, and its pre-occupation with rigid and myriad laws and elite rituals, and its claim to some special relationship with divinity, and possession of inner sanctum in which 'the god really dwells...'

: )

Of whom could I possibly be speaking?

All liars from the beginning. Murderers. Savage brutes, with greedy bellies.

Words on top of words are piled up all over the internet, strange, yet seemingly familiar words and ideas.

The ancient Greeks called them 'Sons of Poseidon.'

The BBC, being as it is now, a captive of atheistic materialists, keep pushing these 'scientific' discoveries into which they inject moral speculations which appear to justify the bad behaviour of governments and the so-called power elite of today: this week, came the hoary one about some lake around which dozens of pre-historic human skeleton fossils were found, that were evidently from a brutal massacre by other ancient humans in a struggle for valuable resources...

All lies.

I don't know what the lyrics here are, but the song title is 'So Right!'

What the ancient Greek philosophers tell, however, is that some people did survive the great ultra-ancient cataclysms which destroyed high civilizations of the deep past. But what you will almost never hear from the 'words piled on top of words' Jimmy Wales insertions into human written history(!) - is that two distinctly different types of people from two distinctly different cultures survived, one of which lies about its past, and the other of which cannot be bothered to disclose itself. Oh yes, this is exactly and precisely recorded in the ancient Greek texts, but you will never see much reference to those passages themselves.

The world is a labyrinth into which most people have fallen. But none more so than the liars themselves, seeing as that they are - as you can see yourself if you look around you - the rulers of everything. 

That is, of everything that you see around you today. 

Tell me - do you see who the Predator is? And how silently he stalks his victims.

Trust me when I tell you, all is not what it seems, or how it superficially appears.

You see, some people think the world is not perfect. May I remind you though, of what John Malkovich says in his recent unusual '100 years' trailer: 'One hundred years - the time it takes to create Louis XIII.' I can't recall whether he actually says 'to create perfection...' Or just 'Louis XIII.'

So was it perfect in the making... Was it perfect at the start... During the ups and downs of the years. Or just at the end, when you - or at least, when someone - eventually drinks it?

Shaman And Bears

Well of course you know we are in a proper 'bear market.'

And now all the talking heads speak of what the Fed will do next... What did it ever 'do next,' except f* everything up?

No one - and I mean no one - in the ordinary world will accept what is going to happen next. It doesn't matter that you are George Soros or Bill Gates or similar - you do not know what will happen next.

There is only one type of person who knows what is going to happen next, and this type of person is very rare in this day and age in context of the modern world. Sure there are representatives of tribal cultures who retain some powers - but even these will be having a hard time trying to convert what they perceive to something sensible for the ordinary person.

If, and I mean if, there is any thing like a shaman for the contemporary world and its people, then you will be very lucky to hear from them. And you'd better take stock of what they say and how they say it - things are going to be a whole lot different to what you've been used to and seen before.

"My mind is littered with unwanted thoughts,

in my heart the remnants of feelings I've lost.
The nights that I spent out destroying myself,
now I let 'em sneak in like a disease.

Just to blow me away.

So here I'm standing with nothing to say,
the person I've been is no longer to blame.
I'm now heading nowhere, far from what we were.
The most that I can do for you is to keep on lying,

just to blow you away,
keeping afloat.

Can't you see? The sun is shining.
I'm out of this storm,
Keeping Afloat."

This is a real shaman - a young Mongolian shaman

Just look at that phone! This is the real deal here you see - shaman are not something from out of the useless and distant past; they are the thing that keeps humans alive and able to go into the next era from the destruction of the current one. 

The computer game that shows a contemporary reliance on the mobile phone alongside the ubiquitous gun tells one story, but the shaman pic above tells the better one.

A screenshot from 'Watch Dogs' the futuristic 'lawless subculture'
 game simulation

What possible hope would the ordinary person - at any financial or material wealth level - have of comprehending how things are moving so fast, and what roads are opening up everywhere and for whom? 

The shaman has been to the Happy Hunting Grounds, and returned and lived to be able to tell the tale of what they saw there, and of who gets to go there and why and even how. And in exchange for firewater, they will be able to tell even you, David Bowie - for sure as hell you never went there!

There ain't gonna be no 'Dark Star' coming here.

Why, for the wise, and the very - exceedingly - well-informed, there are lush vines creeping around the pine tree...

Richard J. Aarden - Afloat (original mix)

And here is young Richard himself - quite the shaman!