When Wrong Is Right

So, bearing in mind that Bitcoin is now approaching truly astronomical heights, and there are certainly plenty of people around who will tell me I never gave any kind of proper reason why it should have been bought at $6,000 - let me try again one more time.

It's important for people to have certain kinds of software structures installed in their heads, in order to be able to 'see' any of these kinds of things when they are unfolding.

Common sense will tell you, that each and every day - unless you are one of those who has permanently switched their television off - that there is more, much more incoming propaganda entering your head from outside sources with their own agendas, than there is 'propaganda' you are making up yourself for your own objectives and purposes.

Guarneri.

So then, how are you going to know that what others are telling you has not influenced your viewpoint way more than what you might have thought on your own with no external marketing and propaganda being shoved in your face and into your brain all the time?

Are you sure you are so strong-minded that you are not susceptible?

How many people here argued with me on the other board about Bitcoin - until I basically gave up?

What is the point of being so loud and noisy and adamant - when you are actually wrong?

The main arguments at the time seemed to be that Bitcoin was not secure enough really, was not able to scale up to overtake standard 'money currency,' and some other things I don't clearly remember.

What they really were though, were biases and prejudices against people apparently making money for nothing, and 'inventing' money - literally 'magicking it up.'

Because there is no thing such as magic, right...

Anyone who bought a meager five thousand dollars worth in Aussie back then, is worth almost a hundred thousand more today.

Ah but, this person knew about Room 641A when no one else had heard of it in the general media. This person knew ahead of time that Tom Cruise was going to have to use a body double when out in a large public venue.

Algonquin 'million dollar cocktail.'
Just a martini, I think.

This person actually posted a little 'piece' tucked away in an obscure 'adult site' about a strange new biological weapon from China-USA; literally somehow managed to say the thing was the creation of both but let out prematurely by one.

No one knocked on my door from the FBI. (That's not quite true...). But they were angry at me, not 'interested' in me.

I could say something absolutely awful about Singapore right now and if I did, I absolutely would get them all bashing down my door, not just knocking nicely on it.

So I won't do that but it's as plain as the nose on your face that it will happen.

So then there was something I had to delete right there...

Anyway.

...So here's how to get the brain software of the kind required.

This is a book written by someone who served in the French army in World War I and was an interpreter for Lieutenant Colonel Winston Churchill then.

Andre Maurois - wrote 'The Art of Living,'
or in the French 'An Art of the Life.'

It is wrong, sometimes naive, tendentious, self-contradicting in many places - and easily one of the best books ever written.

You don't have to be 'right' in order to be 'good;' and you certainly do not have to be good in order to be right.

Being 'smart' is not good enough though.

I'm actually pretty dumb, myself.

'Old' Russian Tea Room 'Beef Stroganoff.'

Nah, actually that's not true. I mean I'm 'innocent.' You will not find my fingerprints on any weapons.

Things will all happen, but that will just have to be put down to coincidence.

Where does this all go?

I dunno for the immediate seconds.

Someone here wants to 'rehabilitate' an old violin.

Someone else wants to buy a penthouse in the city.

Someone else wants to get a 'romantic partner' who will not ruin their lives.

But let's cross that bridge when we get to it.

No harm in thinking about it beforehand of course. Because for one thing, if you read that book, you would immediately notice something in it, especially if you've been reading here for a while. And there is no such thing as 'coincidence.' 'One time it's happenstance, twice it's coincidence, three times it's enemy action.' (Words in an Ian Fleming book as you know). Except scratch the 'coincidence.' No such thing. Ten million dollars in a Harvard or Yale placement would not get you even close to what you just learned here, if, you actually did read what I said to read, and picked up the 'clue' contained in there.

Any Lights Yet?

Any lights going off in people's minds yet?

No? Not yet?

No problem.

The Synopsis so far: ...it's just a toy.
LOL

There's plenty of time - and afterwards anyway, you will be 1. kicking yourselves, and 2. kicking me for not having shut up about it.

Everything is benign and stoopid when it is not yet (widely) known.

And then the other thing is, if you know it, and others don't know - well then, you have an advantage.

We're talking technology here. Comes from the Aliens, except you don't believe that.

Anyway - 'ama baad' - onto the next subject: this weekend is EDC Orlando.

What is that?

'Electric Daisy Carnival.'

There will be Aliens there.

Anyone live around Orlando? Well just go hang out around the place - you'll see them.

The funniest funniest thing for me is I know most of you do NOT believe any of this.

Except it is true. And that's the problem - your problem; well maybe not your exact problem but it is somebody's problem. Big big HUGE problem.

EDC Orlando.

And so what is going to happen down there this weekend at 'Kinetic Fields' at EDC? Nothing. Won't be any crowd stampedes, anyone expiring from injections to the neck.

Because the place is protected.

Punch up 'Kinetic Fields' at EDC on Google-search for pics of the thing and you will see 'owls' and ladies with strange headgear and outstretched arms and stuff - all very 'artistic.'

Looks a bit even like Alex Jones' 'Bohemian Grove' pics from the old days.

And that's because they, are the opposition and what they do is steal things and try to claim them to themselves and then drag those 'things' into the mud.

And they do that so that they can wreck your lives.

And they have done that very effectively too.

But any moment now things are suddenly going to turn around and in a big, a HUGE, way.

Actually they are already turning - it is not 'any moment now.' Those moments have already arrived.

The 'now' is right now.

Nice PLUR Kandi bracelets.

All you need is Obi Wan Kenobi to show up...

Given you all the clues you need for the lights to go off.

Still, nothing's ever over till it really is over and after all: 'You are our last hope, Obi Wan!'

Said Princess Leia.

Did she wear a gold bikini?

I believe she did, I believe she did.

I know this is infuriating. I used to get so angry with my mother myself about this kind of thing - 'Just tell me!'

One time, she told me I had to back the Perth Cup 'winner' because it was the same as my public company. And that's all she would tell me. I am not a 'cryptigrapher!!' (My buddy 'JA' here around the place is though. Isn't that so, Bill Smith? He - 'JA' - was in the same office as us at the time, too. I should have asked him).

I could not see it. Went through the whole list of runners over and over; just could not see. She even told me - 'It's your own trainer's horse.'

But nope. Never saw it.

These are all misleading pics to take
your mind away from Princess Leia...

...Was the 'emergency runner.' Got in at the last minute, was literally quoted at odds of 300/1 and started rank outsider at 100/1. Led all the way and won and my mum bet it.

I did not. Or I might have had nothingspence on it because of the stable.

'Linc The Leopard.'

Had the same initials as my public listed company. And could I 'see' it? No.

So don't worry yourself. Nobody here is going to miss out on anything.

The question is 'uptake' and 'speed of' and 'how much.' The questions are.

For those pedantic, fastidious pedantic, people. Bit like the 'neat freak' people who keep their white rooms really clean, and neat. You'd fit in there nicely, *. Anyway Brooklyn is nice and white in winter too, though, right. And you are 'fastidious,' *, isn't that so? You'll fit right in! (Thanks for stopping by here and hope you have a good time with Tom @ E). ...Don't hit me!

Couple of days, maybe a week or so, and 'some' technology will be 'opened up on' a little around here, And Jesus, let me tell you, your heads will spin. The world will never be the same. This thing will go on, and on -, having enormous social, cultural, technology impact.

For That Man Is Flesh

There is some discussion between scholars about whether the text says 'is flesh,' or 'is also flesh.' Because it does actually use the word 'also' in the original written source language/s.

And those discussions among Jewish rabbis has turned even more convoluted, to whether the intention is simply to compare 'Man' with other living creatures on earth - namely, that they are 'also' flesh (like those creatures are) - or whether the intention is to distinguish between a 'spiritual' aspect and then a physical 'flesh' aspect. (In other words, that Man is composed of two different aspects - but there is no consensus that this is what is intended in the text). 

We know the fellow who owns this, Smithy.
I saw it today down at King Street.
Is amazing in RL, looks silly here...
If you were there he would have given you
a ride in it - he knows you more than he
knows me, dude.

Well it doesn't bother me what the 'correct answer' is, because I am more interested to know what the problem was in the first place. And that, is clearly specified in the text -, which is, that Man is always contending with a Being of far superior knowledge, wisdom and power, and that Being has gotten sick and tired of listening to the nonsense.

How can someone, who has the brain cell memory of fifty years, suddenly turn around and adamantly thump the table, and contend (argue, vociferously) with someone of vastly greater lifespan, experience, knowledge and wisdom?

Yes, certainly, there is a pejorative case which goes 'but God (as well as ET too, for example) is crazy and therefore we cannot say that He really is Wise.'

So the justification made by men who do this kind of thing (thump the table and yell at strangers from another planet) is based on the idea that human beings have some unquestionable moral right of species, some natural intrinsic moral standing.

Well how? How do they have it? Where did they get it from?

Or are people just making it up that Mankind has such a thing?

The beauty of such stupidity is it sure saves having to contend with idiot human beings and their 'cats in a sack' mentality after you open the Gates of Paradise to them.

Jesus! Bill opened his gates to Melinda - and she divorced him! Was it his fault? She married him after all. He was a lunatic psychopath at the start, he is that now. He's not smart though. Her bank account went up while his flames died down.

Any warm-blooded Brooklyn girls
around? It's getting cold.

Human women are not different to human men in a certain sense. They are loose canons on the decks of the ship of existential reality.

Human men and human women are broadly the same when it comes to acting like 'cats in a sack' over things they think they 'want.'

'You don't want that.'

'I do want it.'

'Trust me, you don't want it.'

'I do want it. I do want it. I do want it. And anyway, why should I trust you?'

The end of that story is about the definition of 'fatally flawed.'

AstroWorld V. Tomorrowland

Two days ago, Haliene performed at the major Las Vegas 'EDC.'

This is the 'Electric Daisy Carnival.'

Electric Daisy Carnival, Las Vegas, 
just last week.

'Daisy' is Katy Perry's kid's name, by the way.

Perry played at 'Tomorrowland' earlier this year in a live-stream, totally digital online affair. She's played at the outdoor venue however over many years prior to the Covid issues.

Paul van Dyk plays at 'Tomorrowland' as well.

We talked about all of that in Chapter 6 'Cenacle' in that title 'The CIA Lost Archive Files' - the ending of which, as you will recall, mentioned that 'things had moved quickly on to the Lux Partum Tomorrowland Show in Berlin.'

What things?

Meanwhile, when you look at Travis Scott and 'Astroworld' you have the 'opposition team.'

Marilyn Manson, Frank Ocean, Drake... Others. Strange, strange people. All with the same 'message.' Fake rage.

AstroWorld.
Is built on the old Six Flags 'AstroWorld' fairgrounds,
with Ferris Wheel.

'We're rebelling.' Except they are the establishment rebelling against nothing and no one but you.

When you look at the Wikipedia entry for the music album made from the various acts who 'performed' songs or 'music' there, you will find this: 

'Astroworld was met with widespread critical acclaim.'

It was?

Know any songs from off that thing?

Do you know this one, though - 'I Kissed A Girl And I Liked It...'

Yeah you know that one.

That's because that one was real.

EDC is a whole different thing.

'Astroworld' plays mostly trap music - which is slang for a house which is used exclusively to sell drugs.

When you look at Wikipedia...

...you find who runs this thing. And you find out who and what is behind Wikipedia.

It's big. And it will take the people who are susceptible and slaughter them - in one way or the other.

It may shear them first, but it will slaughter them in the end.

Remember those old comic strips 'Spy V. Spy.' There was the black guy in the hood carrying a bomb under his arm, and the white guy in a hood chasing him around the place. Or I guess I should say there was the guy in the black cape and hood, not the 'black guy!'

This is all more more more, much more than you realize going on here. I know most of you realize it, though; I know that.

It's the bits you will never accept or believe without 'proof' and 'evidence,' though.

And you still don't believe me, do you?

Nice eyes there, Haliene.

Well, actually you do, it's just that it all, well, seems so unbelievable, so incredible - it could not possibly be really true.

Oh but it is, though. It's the kind of thing which if Alex Jones had his street cred even allowed to him even at all, he would be right there with a camera and audio telling ya all about it.

And then, although many would still not really 'believe,' at least you would get to see whoever the equivalent right now of Henry Kissinger is, cavorting around naked, or swinging the carcass of a dead goat around his head, in his cloak and chanting all kinds of insane things.

You think that doesn't happen?

 So. Jones goes to the mat over Sandy Hook. He said it was faked.

The 'Holocaust' was not faked. Not really. People died, Nazis intended them to die, maybe some direct causes were skewed around, maybe some numbers are not realistic from a long lens - so what? Broadly speaking, the thing happened.

The Russian Narrative was faked by the exact same people as who were involved in Sandy Hook and me saying that doesn't imply anything.

However let's be honest - when Jones busted the Bohemian Grove thing, there were a bunch of judges there with Henry K.

Haliene logo.
Is 'Haliene's Aliens.' Which includes
someone from not a hundred miles from
right here. 

Anyway, I believe in Aliens, right. So it's pointless suing me!

Alec Baldwin.

Travis Scott/Satanic nutcase Marilyn Manson/AstroWorld.

Who next?

You think not? Slowly slowly, we're going to do you slowly.

And we'll go all the way too.

Totally do not believe me, do you.

'Why don't you guys just fly the machines around and smash stuff up so that we can see it happen obviously. Big loud noises and stuff. So that we can believe.'

Because. 

You'll see soon enough anyway. And it will all make sense then.

Meanwhile, just listen to the music and dance.

Rev. 12:12

Beyond Samsara Is Not...

'Nirvana.' 

Nirvana is a rock band.

The word simply does not exist in the Vedas nor even in the Upanishads. It is a word coming from Buddhism.

Vyasa is the patron of all Upanishads, by the way. 'Upanishad' is a place (as well as the act of doing something) where people draw up and listen or read.

This post is for one particular person.

'Do what makes you happy, Gordon.'
Was cut from the final edit of the film.

But of course, everyone may make use of it as they can, and as they will or might.

The human consciousness is like someone seated in the gondola or 'secured seat' in the circumference of a Ferris Wheel.

In the middle of the bright day, you are looking out with all of your physical senses, receiving maximum sensory input and processing it all through your frontal lobes and especially, your midbrain.

You are fully awake and aware, and ready to respond and react to stimuli - you are alert to predators and can escape rapidly.

If you maintain this 'status' into the night too many times though, you will get adrenal burnout and eventually, you will get prematurely old and eventually die from it.

Ferris Wheels are operated in the nighttime too, and they are quite dramatic then, when the sounds, the fair-ground music, and the hot lights illuminate the dark of the night.

As you rise up, in the nighttime, you are heading for the stars though only in a childish way.

If you are susceptible, and the Wheel is very big, you can feel your heart in your mouth...

If you are with a romantic companion, their heart is also in their mouth. It is a shared dramatic experience.

In those moments, their thoughts, fears, history, personal sadness, tragedies, past joys, experience-of-life up till then, are reduced to a single burning flame within, concentrated, nervously held, timorous, flickering against the wind, glowing but only a little against the vast vault of darkness of the sky above.

They do not lose their personality however, simply because things are focused just now.

You turn to them and inquire: 'Is it the same for you?'

...The Vedas teach that just above and beyond Mount Meru, is a hidden place, invisible to human eyes, where reside the souls of the dead, who are imagining that they are in heaven, for in all respects, it is like heaven to them; it is heaven, for them.

And then, by-and-by, the Great Wheel brings them down once more to the Eternal Return; this is called 'Samsara.' In the most ancient Sanskrit, this means 'the Wisdom of the Sun.'

But it is not actual 'Wisdom.' But only the wisdom of the Sun.

One day, the Wheel halts in its progress, for you, right up at the top of its rotating, that is, when your gondola is at the pinnacle.

Grand Bal de Jardin

And suddenly your safety restraints are removed, and you are bidden to step out, out into the plain air, with the ground way down beneath you. 

Now your heart is more than simply 'in your mouth.' This is very frightening. Have you lost your mind? Will you simply fall to the ground through gravity and be killed?

This is very unsafe.

But it is nighttime, and your daylight senses are lost to the dark, and your fully conscious awareness, is materially reduced... ...as your inner life is concentrated, into the tiny single flame.

There are two roads here. One that leads to the place above Mount Meru. And the other, to a place very very far away. And if you proceed along that one, you cannot ever come back. And forever must reside somewhere along the path of the stars or even beyond it. As for the rest of people, they are the 'inhabiters' (a strange word, to be used in the KJV) of the earth.

Revelation 12:12

You cannot see what is behind a mask.

You cannot go, beyond where there is a locked door.

You cannot know, what is behind closed doors.

The human race is walking forwards into the past. It does not look backwards to see its own future.

Step to the side of this broad path, for the way is narrow, the road difficult -, that leads to the stars. And few are there who walk along this narrow path.

And sad, too, for they must say farewell, to this world.