Why Are We Here?

No one who is alive as a normal person, retains any memory of who or what they were before they were born into this world.

And it would seem, that no one that has been alive, once they are gone, is able to call back to the living and say what it is all about... ...or was about.

But you who have fallen into this way, this turn in the maze (and let me recall to you that my ancestry is said to include a certain Daedalus, the maker of the greatest maze) -, for to you are given the powers to see Above and Beyond.

This is tea of course, but the word 'coffee'
despite Wikipedia claiming that it is an
Arabic word, is a Persian word - qafyeh.
And it is much older than any Arabic references
to such a drink.

Yet we still live in a world, that is filled with ignorance and although full of ignorance, the voices of the other humans are loud against us.

They claim to know. 

And they will charge us with lying; or failing to know.

I now draw your attention to the Mighty Book known as the Quran.

This is a book, claimed to have been sent down by God, via the Angel Gabriel - to a certain person 'Muhammad.'

And alongside this book, I draw your attention to the books of Euclid.

Now here there is a problem.

There are several 'Euclids.'

The one most well-known for establishing the modern system of Geometry - Euclid of Alexandria - lived a hundred and fifty years after the earlier philosopher, Euclid of Megara; who also wrote some texts on Mathematics and Geometry.

There are in fact, many others with this 'name.' Which is of course not a name at all but a title.

'Euclid' means 'the One of Beautiful Repute.'

Now.

Back to the writer of the Quran. This person, also has a title not a name, although most everyone thinks it is just a name. 'Muhammad' in Arabic, means 'the One of Beautiful Repute.' It is more commonly translated into the English of - 'the One Worthy of Praise.'

Let us go to the famous Arabic 'Battle of Badr.'

In the text of the Quran, this is said to be (claimed to be) the content of Surah 8 Verse 41.

In the official English translation called 'the Sahih International translation' it includes the word 'Badr' and mentions two armies at war, or at least, opposing each other. And then it concludes what will happen 'Upon the Day of Judgement.'

Now the problem is: 1. There is no word 'Badr' in there; 2. there are no words for 'army/armies,' and 3. the phrase rendered as 'Upon the Day of Judgement' simply does not exist at all in there and comes from a word with another meaning entirely.

Again, wherever you might read in all the official English translations 'Remember' (and which is usually followed by the phrase 'O Muhammad,' or 'O Prophet') - the actual word means simply 'as:' like - 'As at such-and-such a time;' not 'Remember (O Prophet) that at such-and-such a time, when -,' et cetera.

These things added on later in translations and so-called exegesis and hadiths and tafsir and other things/commentaries -, are just simply not there at all in the original texts in Arabic.

This is what Surah 8 Verse 41 actually says:

'...Blah blah blah blah blah, and then two multitudes are opposed as forces, then the filtering out, or resolution of that dynamic is - such-and-such.'

It is a clear-cut rendering into Arabic, of some paragraphs of Euclid of Alexandria, and it is about mathematics and dynamic force and the resolution thereof.

The phrase 'check mate,' as our Bill Smith
recently reminded me, is from
the Persian 'Shah Mat;' the king is dead.

There is no 'Muhammad,' no 'Remember,' no 'Armies,' no 'Badr' no 'Day of Judgment.' These are all later interpolations and extensions of meaning via a parallel meaning ascribed to make out any of it has religious implications.

...So is this book a rendering of Persian books and ideas into the Arabic language, following the collapse of the Persian Empire and the absorption of its manuscript culture, into the new, powerful, and at that moment then, wealthier, Arabic culture?

Of course. Certainly it is.

If you go to Wikipedia you will find an endless discussion on the Battle of Badr.

No such thing ever took place in real history, and there are no historical references to it anywhere by independent sources and no even Arab sources around the time in question - but a long time later the narrative is manufactured by Arabs and appears as 'truth.' 

Now here's the problem. Or at least the most significant one...

Where is 'God' in all of this?

How are you actually going to find 'it,' if two billion people adamantly believe utter rubbish masquerading as 'Divine Truth' and vended to them with quite a lot of social, political, and cultural pressure? They're not going to change their minds even when confronted with strong reliable facts. 

Every time you see stock phrases being repeated over and over, and slogans - this is marketing. It is propaganda. You see it today with political advertising and the marketing that is run prior to every election.

Samarkand mosque.
And yes, that is a (Arabic form) Masonic
'compass and 
set square' right there in the middle.
And that's because the original manuscript
culture of the rising Arabic culture, was 
all about Geometry and Architecture.
Anytime you have to go to some
'specially designated' place at a certain time
or times, and
dress up and bow down - this is 
an occult practice ritual.

Moving on to the Jews...

Ammon Hillman's latest thing is that he says the Judaic religion is the masculinization of a prior female oracular tradition and mystic rite.

This is in fact spelled out literally within the Old Testament text itself, namely, that during the start of the reign of 'King Josiah' (a child at that moment), all of the female priests (priestesses, I guess) and all of the ceremonies and statues to do with any female aspect of Divinity, were forcefully obliterated and banned in Israel by the underlings around Josiah, who were in fact running the place behind his 'throne,' and then from then on only male priests were permitted to conduct the same rites!

So, now we have two sides of the tale, which are both rapidly turning into turgid and nightmarish fairy tales.

Where is God?

...Now these are facts, by the way, that have been put forward here, not fairy stories.

Every single time something significant is introduced into the human context, immediately a vast tribe of functionaries, accountants, hierophants, lawyers, politicians, tyrants and rulers - leap in to damage the truth, and manufacture a substituted form of it which keeps them in power.

And then they 'Gatekeeper' it - whatever that 'it' is (as my young Chinese friend Lachie Kong always tells me about those techniques of power that you can find everywhere).

Why are you here?

'Here' where?

This place is a temporary place, it is hardly more than a transit zone, and all things in here that live, must die - if they are part of that place.

This is a Phoenician dish:
roast lamb and grilled thyme, salt,
sour cherries.
King Melqart ate this with his
nymph at the water's edge...

Are you part of that place?

Go back to a beginning. To an ancient moment on the beaches, at the water's edge. Hear the voices of the Divine Singers. 

For those with ears to hear, they will hear:

[Absolute BEST quality headphones or you won't get into it sufficiently; and wait, be patient, if you hear it, you will respond, and then you will know...]

Just under half-way in, you should feel...

...something.

Otherwise, are you really alive?

Coffee And Nuclear Stuff

So what's the thing about nuclear explosions here...

The thing is, as all of you scientists know, nuclear explosions transmit very high energy radio frequencies across a lot of spectrum.

And this means harmonics (radio frequency interference) at high integers - 2 times, 3 times, et cetera, the original main power level frequency. But depending on how much power was being output to begin with, these harmonics can travel a long way.

Best 'stupid color' color range is in
Robb Report's Car of the Year
last year: the Mclaren.

And a nuke explosion is a lot of power being sent out.

So, our friends the local ET's do not appreciate that.

There are all these well-meaning people down here going - oh they must care about us, care about life here. That's why why they don't want us to kill ourselves with nuclear bombs. Um, not really.

A little bit.

Maybe.

For those of you who are persevering with the techniques to send and receive your own transmissions via just the power in your brain - well, there will, or there could be, a lengthy period where it seems very difficult to get anywhere.

And even then at the next steps, there will be this great big overhang of human derelict thoughts and chaos - darkness.

Some will breakthrough; make 'the breakthrough.'

And then, it's just like going to a coffee place and drinking coffee.

Ammon Hillman talks about the Burning Purple, that the early oracular cults used, and religious people will want to ascribe all these kinds of higher religious meanings to everything - but it is just a faculty same as how you would make and drink and enjoy a cup of coffee.

Afterall, going to a coffee place is ritualistic, and making and drinking coffee is a ritual.

Some people try to 'see God' or whatever.

Now take this Fairy Tale,
and stick all the 
Fairy Tale
Princesses in Mclarens...
On roads though right, 
not in the lake!!
 

Well -, there is a reason that you won't be able to 'see' Jesus, for example.

All of these figures - Jesus, Zeus, Vishnu - are presences inside of extreme light; if we talked about like the incredibly bright center of a nuclear blast already the point is made.

In ancient traditional narratives, those who 'saw' this kind of God figure - died - were consumed by the fire they were approaching.

And, you would think that such an Intelligence would automatically know that some human idiot was doing what it was not entirely supposed to be doing, and block that human before they went too far.

But why take the risk?

Trust me - and you can on this - as soon as you are engaging fully with the process that you may currently be undertaking (and people are individuals so they will all have variations on how exactly they are proceeding), then all of the nonsense that people talk about in standard religions and so on, will just look like so much utter and complete stupid trash.

Those 'beings' that are described by the typical UFO experiencer - those 'greys' and whatnot - are specifically-designed physical organic forms housing actual 'people' intelligence forms, who can move around through the showers of Cosmic rays in near-Earth space, and in and around very high temperatures and also are able to withstand incredibly high G-forces as they transit Earth atmosphere at high speeds and making complex maneuvers.

The human race is a very simple proposition. It is just a place where DNA goes through virtually endless cycles and iterations, throwing up a vast variety of physical forms.

The mind form - the final, the optimum formulation of what the mind can do and what its character and your own individual personality is like - is able to be completed anywhere there is a mind with all of its necessary parts. The Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs actually contain descriptions of what this 'internal soul' is like - although these are dynamic components being described, not actual shapes of anything.

Once you starting interposing and interjecting and retro-jecting religious jargon on top of the functions and functionality, then it becomes nonsense very fast. That stuff is designed to overpower the simple-minded and capture them into a commercial brand.

What I told you about actually works.

What you read in these religious books don't do anything - they won't function in any meaningful way for you. They exist to trade off the projection that 'at some future point down the line, God will... et cetera.'

Well God is here. I'll show you God by quoting Pythagoras:

'Geometry is the knowledge of the eternally existent.'

You wanna be religious - follow that. That stuff works. You wanna get a sacred book? Get Euclid's Elements.

That stuff works miraculously with power over everything

Not only that it always will work. Forever and Ever and Ever...

The closest thing you will easily get here on Earth among 'ordinary' (not so ordinary if you are in the right places) humans, that is akin to what exists in higher intelligence places elsewhere, is in the field of music:

  

Social 'Nukes' Not Actual Nukes

Yes. I am grateful to our reader who pointed to some 'remote viewers' out there talking about impending doom from nuclear strikes somewhere.

I have absolutely no such 'inside messaging' or even any hint that such a thing is in the offing, in part, because 'they' are onto this with total focus.

There are quite recent instances of 'unknown' causes for the sudden instant deaths of leading nuclear war-monger figures - in one case fifteen of them died all at once in the same convoy with the victims travelling in two separate helicopters no less.

Just because I like.

There is no country that has claimed responsibility and since the helicopters were American-made ones the air accident investigation would have revealed if there had been any deliberate act that caused the crashes and deaths.

And so we can extrapolate that there is no prospect of Iran, manufacturing either the means to send, or the actual material technology composed to construct even hybrid nuclear weapons.

How is it possible that a species as backward as the human one, can grab so much Cosmic attention as an actor-of-malice, and pull around the energies of highly intelligent other species to the extent that it's almost as if the humans are continuously capable of delivering Ultimate Evil as the winning End Game scenario - that there is even a contest at all...

But I'll explain something to you this way:

If you have been born here, as a human, a normal human, and then been 'grown up,' as it were, in standard society, then you are inured to evil as if it is normalcy.

You have adapted to quite evil social structures and styles, and without the ability to make comparison with other ways, you cannot detect how far gone this place is.

To a very large extent Evil has won here.

She is not very tall.
Armani was concerned that she
had to meet with politicians 
who were into their own
'power dressing' and so on.
This texture is designed for people
to touch the fabric... 

...Now I want to actually switch away from discussing just that, and look at something else, but which will eventually tie back in, although maybe not in this piece right now.

This phrase that occurs in the Bible and in the Book of Enoch - the so-called 'Watchers' - these people, they do not simply 'watch,' but they take samples continuously over generations.

I guess it's time for me to stop ducking in and out of shadows - of course there are craft around the place here and of course there are other beings, not entirely human as such. But they do look human-ish.

And some of them share a lot of composite actual human DNA.

And now I want to switch again.

You take the perspective of women -, the way they have to think within social groups is different to the way men approach things socially.

But yet in all, people on the whole are merely like extreme climbers who are far up some truly megalithic mountain, with ninety-degree drops straight down if they lose their grip or the purchase they have on the ice or rock walls through their ropes and spikes. And yet - they all shall lose their grip and their purchase and fall, basically to 'Death.' That is life; it is what happens at the end. Human life = death.

Follow me here, follow me here...

There's a lot of nice things
for women to wear these days,
and this is not the best example
of what I'm trying to indicate,
because this is the Armani
Harlequin jacket - 
but, many things you wear
are designed for people
to 'stay away' and not
communicate with you.
Believe it or not.

...You dress to express, to be noticed, to be paid attention to, whatever - and you have a partner or partners and you and they all die. You get, in order only to lose. No matter how you cut it, that's what happens and people - 'society' - employs psychological tactics including religions and various fantasy ideas and romantic notions about the 'ineffable' nature of Love (with a Capital 'L') - to make themselves feel 'happy' but none of that stuff is materially real. Not in any existential way that is objectively sensible.

Society itself on the whole claims to be satisfied by the reproducing of more generations; the furthering of or the continuation of the species.

Godel's Theory (of consciousness) is a fact.

Humans - the human mind; possesses capabilities beyond what a purely computational system can achieve.

But the human organic body is just a computational system, albeit one that is organic and mechanized through chemistry and biology.

The Evil of the human world as it has transpired across the ages, consists of the way human society (this means government, control systems, leaders, rulers, thought leaders, people in general) has circumvented the Godel Quality or feature of the human being, placing the mechanistic computational part ahead of the other thing.

But the problem there is that it is that very part - the organic part - which cannot sustain an individual personal human consciousness for very long... So why are we placing that ahead of the other?

I can take any single one of you, and over a few hours, maybe days, not much more, literally have you interact with hard material physical beings from very far away places but in the Universe we know and can see, not some 'different Dimension' or something.

And along the way, you would at some point realize that it is indeed actual science that is taking you there. It is not Clif High stories. 

It was Socrates that said, in a number of places in Plato's works, that it was a fatal flaw to keep looking at books (written sources) for absolute knowledge of truth (or 'Truth') because you can never ask those things questions; they are dead and without mind. This is exactly what Godel is saying too.

Most English Bible translations do not translate this part but in the actual original text sources of John 8:12 it virtually explicitly repeats the same idea that Socrates and Godel are on about, in that it separates the organic person, from something else, and in the original language text it plainly says: 'I am the Living God.' Which is rendered by the standard English translations as a misreading of the text implying that it is written in pseudo-Hellenic Hebrew, whereas it is Ancient Greek and Aramaic - these false translations all say 'I am the Light of the World.'

But it doesn't say that; it says 'I am living...'

Because I can afford,
prolly.

I am Alive.

You fall off the side of that steep mountain that you are climbing and you will die in the deep crevasse far below.

You want a partner, or you want a friend, but they are all dead.

They are all dead unless their minds - turn to the Living Light of the World (meaning the Cosmos-world; that is - all life, all living things; things which are alive).

Let me prove something to you scientifically.

When you are anxious, or perturbed, or made to worry, or forced to struggle for material things, even just for food to survive, then the blood flow in your brain goes back and down, to the Limbic system and the CNS and cerebral cortex; all the stuff that allows you to respond 'fright-or-flight' re-actively in order to maintain the organism in a crisis and survival mode - and is forced away (IE the blood) from the frontal cortex. The place where your creativity is centered and springs from, and where the Von Economo neurons are that allow you to make real social engagements. Namely, the frontal cortex.

Are you getting something yet?

Did any bells go off?

When you paint a design, let's not go further into it now - on your forehead, and your blood flow is towards the frontal cortex...

It is extremely hard to let go of your 'grip' on the side of that mountain.

But it is the mountain of dead people - which is made up of all the bodies mounted up that fell off themselves to begin with - that will kill you in the end.

Well, you know what I mean...
Sooner or later, meat-and-potatoes.
 

Let's not scare the children, right?

'But, but - why can't I just get some space craft to come down and for those guys in them to meet me?'

Well who said not though?

I didn't say not. I asked if you were ready.

You have a scientifically-demonstrable, and therefore provable - faculty in your head, in your brain, which is able to communicate and be communicated with just exactly like a transmitter. 

Have you communicated with any ET Aliens yet? 

What about that human level, Earth-based romantic partner that you so earnestly wished to find - are they alive, able to use that living communication faculty in their brain and in their mind; or are they dead, asleep if you will and if you do not wish for me to be so direly dramatic about it.

Ten seconds after you communicate and discover that heck you can communicate, you will have to deal with the fact of what, are you communicating and what are they communicating back to you.

Just Protecting The 'Innocent' LOL

Sometimes, more so recently than ever before, I have been slightly stymied to talk about stuff in here due to the requirement to really not identify particular people specifically; and not even to hint at their walks of life because that would already almost automatically suggest who they are.

But yet there some very key matters that are worth looking at and talking about, because they exist as 'things' in everyone's life, not just these specific individuals.

People are of course individuals - they are not generic things.

Just someone attired to
go out for cocktails.
It is not easy sustaining this
type of carry-on.

The forest is full of 'trees' yes, but each tree when looked at closely is entirely unique.

So let me put it this way on this particular thing I'm trying to talk about: there are people who, due to their professional lives, are in the public eye a lot, virtually all the time if there is ever a camera around or if there are people outside of a very limited, usually quite small, circle.

And that places a lot of pressure, psychologically, on that person.

Some people appear to thrive on what looks like attention, but then, in order to sustain a perception that is being used by agents and industry, they use a ton of internal energy to support the outward look, the walk, the behavior, what they say - everything.

Worse still, some of them don't sleep very well; they are literally insomniacs.

Now it is not so easy as you would think, to just take off to some faraway spot and rest.

Those places today, are isolated from civilization, and nature exists there unlimited by the forceful actions of Man.

...A tiny insect could harm the person.

And then there goes several hundred millions of an industrial asset.

If you go to London now - and today it is way worse than it was when I was articling briefly in situ in London City with James Chong, Inns of Court (Thatcher's time) - you will quickly notice that modern people have abandoned all semblance of manners and 'style-social' customs on account of the demands of their so-called 'jobs,' their professions, their survival needs and the demands of contemporary life.

It is not at all that various celebrity figures that you know, are unaware of what it takes to simply live and survive in today's world.

Design and luxury are
propositions.
They are human mind
creations.

They know that you are paying something like ten or twenty dollars to sit around for an hour to watch CGI dinosaurs and sundry monsters, or be bashed over the head with pseudo political drivel for what purpose nobody even knows.

Mostly.

Mostly that is what it all is.

So anyway to cut a long story short I traded recipes just this week with someone that you all know and who must remain utterly incognito.

I myself virtually never make 'potato scallop and sardine bake.'

And let me tell you it was completely straight cooking and very tasty for sure.

Actually I loved it.

More to the point I was rather surprised when I got a call to say 'you're going to be getting this delivered at your door, can you be ready there to take it at such-and-such a time.' 

Seriously, it was ridiculous o' clock but then, this person is a 'global' if not wanderer then certainly traveler to promote various things that they do now and then. So, the time they were on was who knows.

I have told you many times that it was my actual uncle (half-uncle; was one of my father's aunt's sons) was head of Shell Far East back then and part-funded Thunderball the movie. I have no such funding platforms and never did at that level although at much much lower and very local/regional levels due to tax schemes, yeah well I did. I have been many times inside the place that was Heath Ledger's home in Angwin Street East Fremantle but that was back in the days when London-based stage producers used the place and I don't even think (let me check) Heath Ledger was born...

A model at the Melbourne
Horse Racing carnival -
one of them, prolly the Spring
Carnival (which is not now).
Or any time all that soon.

Hmn. Yep, I was there 1976 and then into the early Eighties for people with United Australasian and American FilmCo, so for some of that time he wasn't even born.

But I know people and they know me and no one in the media knows that we are in the same circles.

So what had I earlier made for this person, that inspired them to trade back...

Well I had said 'tonight I am making a cheese toastie with some of today's left-over Beef Burgundy, would you like some?'

Caramelized onion, see - with proper Modena Balsamic PDO (protected designation) made from grape must. You have to throw a few coriander seeds into that.

And, olive-fed Wagyu beef, black pepper and salt flakes -, double fried with the burning oil poured over the red inner meat when you cut the thing after searing first. 

Fried lardons, celery and carrot juliennes seared in hojiblanca olive oil.

I use ordinary Maggie Beer beef stock, which admittedly, is highly flavored with French herbs.

Put that all together with a few splashes of decent red wine.

Thick cut Pane di Casa Vienna bread. Pan fried both sides in quality butter.

Then the Gruyere cheese topping one side and that fried too. And you chuck some red wine caramelized onion with some vague hints of the soup and beef in between. 

You guys are prolly
beer, not red wine.
?

And not forgetting that you throw in some brandy at the end phase of the beef so that it doesn't cook off (the brandy).

The red wine I had was 'Miles From Nowhere' Shiraz Cabernet from Margaret River (right up the road from you, Bill Smith).

And, basically...

Two, maybe three mouthfuls of 'cheese toastie' and the effects are pronounced.

LOL

It's kind of a bit like hypnotism.

'I have had to go up to the Daintree earlier than I had planned. Because you are a bastard. You and your stupid ET Alien talk! Pics or there aren't any.'

...That was before I got the baked potato and fish.

And after they came back hurriedly from the Daintree.

LOLz

JES also has a cooking page somewhere but this story has nothing to do with her:

The Battle Of Garrison Hill

Now don't get the wrong idea here!

We're not battling anyone except ourselves, sometimes, and this is not a call to arms.

LOL

You'll get part of the point towards the end of this piece here.

We only joke because that's what we do,
and we are not actually joking as such.

The Battle of Garrison Hill, formally known in the records as the Battle of Kohima, is not just recognized, but acknowledged, as the greatest decisive battle of WWII and one of the greatest battles of all time.

It occurred in 1944, beginning April, in Kohima North East India, when 1 infantry brigade (1500 men) of the British India Army, took on and destroyed an entire Division of 20,000 fully-armed, well-supplied, seasoned soldiers of the Imperial Japanese Army.

This is the greatest battle of World War II. And you've probably never heard of it.

The youngest Victoria Cross recipient - Junior Officer Abdul Hafiz Khan - was awarded the VC for executing his orders to cross an open uphill slope against machine gun batteries with his platoon, in daylight (and then at night again once he had begun to succeed).

Wounded himself twice, the second time eventually being a fatal wound, he personally led the charge, shouting the Mohammedan cry, and took out both main batteries himself before returning to his men and rallying them that they were invincible and would secure an absolute victory against the odds. 

At nightfall they discovered that a spring of fresh water had appeared on one side of the hill, though it was not practicable to access it during the day...

Kohima, today.

The machine gun batteries were eliminated and the hill taken -, although being open slopes on all sides, it was impossible under the mortar rounds during the daylight hours, to go up and down to retrieve supplies of fresh water for the rest of the brigade.

The summit of the hill was fortified and a manned British India battery placed in position, though still under heavy shelling during the daylight hours.

The brigade itself below had begun to be completely surrounded by vastly superior numbers, with no supply lines available and the prospect of death by starvation, shelling, disease and thirst.

Unbeknownst to the Japanese closing in, fresh water was being made available by soldiers under the cover of darkness at night, back to the brigade below.

In the ultimate reckoning, 7000 combat deaths were incurred by the Japanese, with 300 wounded men extracted - still under shelling in open country - on the British India side when the brigade was joined by reinforcements.

Our respects to the great military historian
Len Deighton, at a time when 'small' things
mattered.

Since even the medical tents were out in the open, many wounded men were hit again while receiving medical attention.

In the event however, the Japanese Division was completely routed.

The spring exists to this day.

We ourselves today live under difficult circumstances, with no meaningful supply lines, surrounded on all sides by overwhelming forces arrayed against us, and battling against these seemingly impossible odds.

Madness grips the minds of (many) people.

For those with eyes to see...

All we have is the shirts on our backs.

The Japanese are not our enemy and they never really were - not the humans, not the individuals. Not even the Generals and the Commanders.

They had nothing. We have nothing.

But the pen.

What waters of life will spring from here.