Drunken Genies

Tonight, well, this evening to start with, at least - we had la fleurette champagne cocktails.

Sometimes, I just have to resort - more for my own benefit and amusement - to a trick of magic. Not really, a trick, because it is real magic; I can do that. I know how to do a certain amount of these things.

And I will impart a few of their components to you, here. Of course, some of you won't be able to work out what it is I am saying. But most will.

This is not, a la fleurette. This gets to
change color when you add lemon juice.

Information we receive through our eyes goes through our 'ideas' connecting system, as well as through a central processing facility which decides hierarchies/importance. So, a split second passes by, and then, we get some sensations - but not only that, those sensations are also 'related' to old memories that might be able to be linked in the brain to what it is right now 'seeing.'

This is not exactly the same as when we sense things through our olfactory pathways - because those signals go straight into our limbic brain first, and only from there, diffuse back into the memory circuits.

Also, there are parallel input paths being activated which are the same thing that Google does to disrupt and distract and interrupt and deviate discussions they don't like people to have. (Because after all, Google is part of 'the evil conspiracy,' right?).

Those parallel paths perform the same kinds of 'packet data insertion' that Google disruption programs do, when they (Google) want to manipulate (IE unsophisticatedly manhandle) people who are doing a lot on-line.

JES's friend, Suzanne.

But then there is 'touch' too of course, like -, actual feeling and physical form sensing.

So that if I were to simply 'produce' a genie let's say, and you saw it wavering around there in front of your eyes like a mirage image, automatically you would naturally think there were holographic projectors or something creating the scene.

...I'm sure most of you have heard the un-amplified 'natural' voice of, for example, Adolf Hitler. He had a very sonorous, quite deep and self-confident voice (nothing at all like mine; just sayin'...).

And so, when the genie speaks, you might get a mild sense of shock, shivers literally running up your spine. Or maybe not, if you are so really, 'strong minded' as a lot of people fancy they are.

And then when it drinks some of our la fleurette cocktails, the effect will be quite profound and pretty instantaneous because they get drunk easy, and we'll have this singing heat haze thing, dancing and singing around in the lounge, you know, like I told you all before, in micro-polyphony sounds which develop into their own subtle kind of melodic phrases.

Colored lights shoving you out a car door
at speed wouldn't be too funny though, now would it?
In Germany, on an Autobahn.

So yeah, I do have this machinery in the front room okay. It's just called 'projection mapping.' Quite commonplace stuff.

...But then when the genie actually touches you well, well, what can I say?

Let's see. Who goes down next... 

Of course this is all nowhere near as sinister as it might sound.

(Song by Lukas Termena is - 'Dangerous Woman'):

'Hello - Can I Get Back To You...'

Latest Tweet from John McAfee - held in a Spanish jail currently, having been arrested at the request of the US Department of Justice on some claim relating to McAfee's not having lodged tax returns.

Now, one salient thing is that a few people are flying in the face of what was said here a short while back...

Poor guy fell down a shaft. Behrouz Kamalvandi.

If you think the game is the same today as it ever was, that will fine by me that you think so.

Plenty of people think so.

McAfee's latest Tweet was about the fact that he currently lives on stale bread and cold sausages.

Yes, there are plenty of people who think the game is just like it always was.

I'm kind of a 'friend' of McAfee, having used his security software literally a million years ago when it first came out, and having conversed with him irregularly since then about the prospect of him doing some jet-skiing down here. It's impossible to talk to him right now - there are hundreds of people, too many people, responding to his Twitter page and his wife, who is arranging Texas lawyers to defend him when he returns to America, probably has her hands full sourcing funds from 'disclosed' locations to pay said lawyers!

Okay sure there are ways to contact him, but let's just leave it at well, 'we cannot talk to him' right now.

So, in case you are reading this, John - sorry about the cold sausages and stale bread.

Meanwhile, back in a park somewhere on 'free Earth,' some astute person has run into an ET. An ET bearing Starbucks no less.

'Sorry, but I don't wish to talk with you. You guys have strange politics.

'And also, ET could be responsible for religions. And for widespread foolish human belief in God but it's really them dressed up as (fake) God -, like when Moses talked (he was a right nutcase, that Moses, obviously) to a fire in a bush but the bush didn't get burned. Fraudsters. * off. I don't want your stupid coffee.

'You probably even want me to have shared agency in paying for the coffee anyway, right?'

Also meanwhile, in Iran, the mind-set of people is shown for what it is when the government there announces it is going to make a thousand tin cans that spin ('centrifuges') - to teach the Israelis a lesson for setting something off inside the Natanz nuke place and shoving Behrouz Kamalvandi down a shaft using some kind of 'invisible hand-shoving thing.' 

God what silly people. There is no such thing as 'invisible hand-shoving technology.'

'Cos if there was, all the public figures with bruised faces would blame 'an invisible Israeli weapon.' Or a Russian one and they tried that already with the US Cuban Embassy, if you recall, not long ago.

I should really not be going down this path of discussion at all right now. Not a hugely great idea. 

We should be talking about all the money we're making in the top half-dozen cryptos. And what we're going to do with it.

I'm certainly making some bucks.

Mocha La Ferrari.

Well I make money anyway across the year, but not so rapidly and 'thickly' if I can put it that way, as with this recent lift across virtually the whole board in crypto.

Maybe we could buy some mocha.  

Maybe we could put together a luxury 'bug-out' bag with marshmallow toasting gel cans for the 'wilderness' resort cabin, where we can get wi-fi internet connection to watch Bjorn Bull-Hansen sleep outside in the snow underneath his water-proof half-tent. And roast his herb-and-garlic stuffed chicken out on the log fire. Nice. All that charring on the outside. Mmmmmn.

Could I even find some vacuum-packed champagne jellies for the ET Aliens?

I'm not going to make them out there! Oh hell, they can bring their own. You know they have these little 'shot tubes' of sweet-acidic red-colored alcohol. I am told what's in it is a concoction of what could equate roughly with fermented carnations, tarragon, stuff like angelica seeds, pomegranate, red tangerine, and a red moss we don't have here. And honey. It's sour and sweet and acrid and strong - hits you right up your nose like sweet alcoholic wasabi!

Then comes the coffee.

Turturro: 'Oh jes, I am, berry berry sneeky.'

Anyway what do even ET Aliens look like? Does anyone really know? 

Someone comes up to you, and says to you, just like that out of the blue 'hey, do you wanna have some coffee with me?' 

'Oh yes, that would be just fantastic!'

'You're very sneaky, aren't you?'

'Oh yes, I am, very very sneaky.'

Music by Centre Elevven:

Staying Away And Entering

I do not wish to spend too much time going over the slip, last Sunday, of Behrouz Kamalvandi down through a manhole 23 feet to the ground at the Natanz facility, where he broke both of his legs.

I do not wish to think too much about the Natanz nuclear refining plant that is currently planned to have another 1000 centrifuges installed there and the enrichment to go up to 60%.

Staying away from the trouble the world gets itself into very often, is possibly difficult too, though not impossible - as long as you can make yourself as miniature as possible.

But then, alas too, all too often there are trouble-makers also, who like to make trouble and be provocative. And they poke and poke around in dark places...

And then of course, they complain loudly afterwards, when something they don't like, happens.

...If they survive with just a couple of broken legs. Still 'Ouch!' though, right?

Stubbornness and determination are two characteristics which are going to get certain humans into a lot of trouble. They're not 'admirable' characteristics at all - they are flaws. They are not in keeping with 'the Tao.' LOL

Staying away is common sense.

Entering, yes but where?

The One Of Noble Lineage

Once upon a time, in the ancient city of Samarkand, lived the brother of the great King of Kings Shahryar -, whose name was Shah Zaman, he being also a Sultan, indeed the very Sultan of Samarkand.

He, that is, Shah Zaman, perchanced, as grievous fate befell him thus to see it, upon his first wife sleeping with the Royal cook, and witnessing such effrontery to himself, he cut them both twain.

Qasr-al-Sarab... al... Sarab
Take note.

Now everything is not exactly as it is today, in our modern times, in this ancient city of Samarkand, for things happen there concerning people who are well-hid from the eyes of modern man today. 

What walked casually and almost openly amongst the ordinary population of this ancient city, today is counted with the breed of that which is jnn - that is, hidden, or 'of the Jann,' the well hidden, and the adapted...

It happened on the occasion of the incident of our story, that the elder brother of Shah Zaman, the great Shahanshah (King of Kings) Shahryar, himself, arrived at the palace of Shah Zaman, to make visit upon the opening of the Great Month of Blessings (we call it 'Ramadan') upon his younger brother the Sultan of Samarkand.

After sitting together for awhile, they came to the opinion that all among the breed of women were most evilly deceitful and duplicitous and wicked, and thus it was, that the Great King of Kings himself, purposed and vowed, to marry to himself a new bride each day, and to execute her by the next morn.

Today - tabletop fire bowls; no magic.

Visiting Samarkand at the same time as Shahryar, was Ahmed, Prince of India - and he befell upon the beauty of Peribanou, Princess of the Fairies. Albeit it that that, is itself another tale.

Yet even so, Peribanou was a good friend of Dunyazad -, sister to the maiden Scheherazade whose name means 'of noble lineage.' Now, no one can be of truly noble lineage, who is not daughter of God Himself, and so, we must insist this is the great Zara (Sarab), Daughter of the King of All The Universe, disguised as a noble woman of the city of Samarkand, who, having heard of the vow of Shahryar, has herself purposed to enact a plan - since Mankind makes plans, but god is the Best of Planners.

We need go on no further in this account of ours here, except to make small mention of the family (the Banu) of the Fairies (the Peris). And alas, we would feign expand upon this surely, in high degree, just like the magical tent of Prince Ahmed, which, like the flying ship of the...

...very Queen of Amorous Affairs herself - which was able to expand in size as to fit an whole army, and contract so that it could go into one's pocket - alas but the accounts of all these affairs at Samarkand of this moment are lost in time, forgotten in the sands of ancient history, and blown away by the winds.

Thus to you all: Salaams! Lorang Jakzang! Baraka! Baraka! ...Amadaad. Till the next day.

 

 

The 'Re-direct Method'

Partnering with most of the large social media and all of the major internet Search Engine providers, are half a dozen or so, mainly European-based government Secret Intelligence groups - who both field their own in-house 'astro-turfers,' and pay or simply 'incite' private citizen fools who are already pre-committed to the lunatic 'philosophies' underneath their agendas, so that these all go into Blogspots and social media pages and YouTube videos, and distract from what is being said in there in order to prevent audience members and participants from maintaining their particular direction.

The question is, are you big enough?

Google uses its own in-house data reach infrastructure called 'Jigsaw.Google,' and there are also seemingly at-arms-length groups but that are closely linked to organizations like Google - such as 'Moonshot CVE.'

Moonshot CVE is peopled by Londoners, which doesn't mean anything, because in fact, most of them are children of rich folk from politics in Sri Lanka, or Singapore, or Kuwait or Bahrain.

What they do is go and disrupt what people are already conversing about using a strategic plan known as 'the re-direct method.' In this, astro-turfers (people who deliberately make comments that decry, dispute, gainsay without facts, evidence, even logical bases, or any kinds of meaningful 'idea supports,' and use insulting phraseology or scornful language - in order to give the impression that such views are what ordinary members of the public also believe, or think like) turn up and interact gratuitously to distract from what is being said, and turn the direction to another compass point. Or maybe just bring it down to a lower level.

Superficially, these groups advertise that they are interested in counter-acting extremist terrorism - such as, for example ISIS, which of course, has the public profile of being an extremist terror organisation.

Whereas in fact they literally are 'power-political' operatives with hidden agendas to deceive and to manipulate the currency of thinking and 're-direct' views.

...Sometimes, at least for me it is -, it is entertaining to contemplate which of who are really the 'Babes-In-The-Woods.'

Hollywood actress June Lang, said she never
knew her husband John Rosselli, was
a mobster - she was married to him
for three years.

Now let me tell you something about the man who shot Kennedy and hit him. Yes Rosselli was there too. The thing that people are getting right about Johnny Rosselli was to do with the company he kept, the circles he flitted in - afterall his nickname was 'Handsome Johnny.'

But he couldn't shot the side of a barn door. Not only that, the Mafia is violent and brutal but incompetent - as was evidenced in due course.

The man who shot Kennedy was an absolute world-class - in fact one of the acknowledged best - rifle shots, in the world at the time.

And the whole thing was carried out at the highest possible levels of diplomatic coverage involving the government of the recently assassinated dictator of the Dominican Republic along with several Middle Eastern Arab countries.

The narrative has long been mounted - once again by 'interested by-standers' fronted by covert agencies - that anti-Castro conspirators, angry with Kennedy for a botched invasion plan in Cuba, killed JFK. And never, never, will you see much in any media outlet, that expresses the fact, rather than the presumption as is the case with the Bay-Of-Pigs operatives, that it was the Dominican Republic post-dictatorship of Rafael Trujillo, that blamed the killing of Trujillo, on the American Administration and the CIA; rather than the CIA blaming Kennedy for whatever...

It is also a fact that the CIA was involved, technically involved as established fact, with the supplying of the arms that were used to carry out the assassination (of Trujillo)... ...though failed, coup.

Now I won't be spelling out who the actual professional sniper was, here.

Not spelling it out, anyway. And I can guarantee all of you reading here, that you will not hear a single peep from anyone about it either.

I am not an extremist. I don't believe I have ever threatened anyone with a bullet through the head - well, that is, with the possible exception of Xi, although I wasn't threatening, I was simply observing that there were 14 million Uyghurs that wanted to do that. 

And I have never talked about slicing anyone, or anything's throat. In fact, funny, because when I just said that I did NOT think that Allah/Jehovah/or any of those guys wanted to cut the throats of lamb sacrifices, I've actually had someone rush in to say something in opposition to that!

Amazing.

I dunno - d'you think Jigsaw.Google or their University of London/Imperial College-educated bitches in Londonistan even know what a 'verbal Anabasis' is?