Why M Three-Stars Are Rubbish

You come to my house, right, and I will feed you. 

Not to mention there will be wine.

Ah, but what wine...?

Well, it will be wine from an Alexandrian -, an Egyptian grape.

It may be muscat, or it may be the supposedly unrelated muscadelle, which is an identified 'peasant' grape variety plus something that DNA has not yet been able to identify... LOL

Of course, by the time there is food you will think the food is from the heavens above.

And that will be because, my friends, this wine has myrcene in it, and geraniol.

What does myrcene do? Well, that is what you have Wiki for. Because if I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

You wouldn't even get the wine unadulterated. It would have strands of super negin saffron in it, and edible gold flakes, and dry mini rose buds.

For those of you who want this freight train again, well, that ain't gonna happen; if you went out and bought all of the ingredients and composed them just so, nothing would happen particularly.

It's when you are not expecting it and your brain is doing somersaults wondering 'What is this all about...' That's when it will hit you.

Nothing up here; all empty. No people...
Much. Maybe a few. Hiding from you.

As you know mango contains myrcene...

A lot of expensive high class perfumes have it in there as well.

Wonder why, d'you think?

So... ...I've told you a thousand times already Jesus was an Egyptian Greek. His ancestor was Asaneith.

So now you know what wine He 'made' at that wedding.

Do you think you would ever get this kind of treatment at the most expensive Michelin Three-Star restaurant in the world?

Never, ever. Not ever.

And when you think I'm through, well - I can go some more.

We'd have to cart you out on a stretcher.

Oh the circle of friends up there?

What are they doing?

They're firing the lasers at each other's hearts, aren't they? But you knew that. Because you worked it out because you are smart.

My friend Cristina. She makes, as in literally has to force her brother, who is quite some musician, to help write and play along in all this music of theirs and 'Tritonal' - who are a couple of other Texan guys. Special, special people.

Food As Medicine Is the Easy Part

Sometimes, with our heads up in the clouds, we miss out on the amazing things that are down here.

There is the great joy of watching the stock-market collapse, the real estate lending industry stop lending, the interest rates beginning their relentless climb.

How long I have waited for that!

Dear Jesus. Can I have one of those?
Jesus: Yeah, nah Calvin. You can't.
Me: I meant a coffee.

...The hardest part about life is waiting for the inevitable.

I always worry about other people getting sick, because I know they will mostly not have the same ideas and tools that are available to me, and also, sometimes it takes time to fix sicknesses anyway. Regardless of how great your 'medicine' is.

Leaving aside the completely miraculous, of course.

So when you are not ill, not suffering from Dengue or Covid or Faux-pox or any other good stuff, this is when you you should build your body's strength up. Because, it is precisely when things are working, that all the tiny nutrients are able to be optimally distributed throughout your body.

It's no use when your blood flow is restricted and you have headaches and neuralgia and so on - trying to spread out all the micro-minerals and other special things that your body likes. That's the time for sleeping and painkillers.

Again, too much is no good. Anything in wrong amounts can be counterproductive.

There are these things called 'french dip sandwiches.' 

Have you had them? I'm sure you must have. They get a bit of french onion soup, more or less, not quite, because real french onion soup takes hours and hours to make - well, a kind of soup with caramelized onions - and stick it 'on the side' in a little dish, with big long baguettes and proper roast beef slices and Gruyere cheese. And you dip your baguette into that, see.

And, you probably have something like real Trappist dark ale - like, um, 'La Trappe brune.'

And then, when your eyes start rolling back in your head, you know the medicine is working.

Afterwards, you can collect some of your cedar sprigs, and shove those inside a small silk bag and place that neatly beneath your pillow for when you are sleeping...

Oh yes, you can see we are heading back up into the clouds again, can't you?

So...

Back to the little laser light thingy.

Here you are, sitting merrily in the almost abandoned space station, and there is hardly anyone up here.

Then all of a sudden three other figures approach you and sit around in a circle... ...you're all in a circle there. The air is not cold. It's quite pleasant, the place is fully functioning, no problem. It's just all of the original occupants were slaughtered or ran away and left the place, abandoned.

Maybe we're around, oh, um, Jupiter? Say? Somewhere...

Anyway, you are holding your modest little personal salt rock crystal, right up to where your heart is.

(You get this now, don't you? You know what's about to happen... Don't you? Well -, tell me. What happens next?).

 

Silly Amplituhedrals

So the latest work of genius in the 'sci-entific community,' is that 'things' happen because of the 'amplituhedron' model of 'twistor space.'

LOL

This is some kind of notion that 'explains' how photons move through space, and, critically, it throws out 'time-space' altogether, and says (and this part at least is right), that 'things' emerge from out of an underlying phenomenon.

Not 'amplituhedrons.'

That 'phenomenon' complies with a set of geometrical rules which can be described as a three-dimensional form like a polyhedral with all of the 'directional dimensions' radiating from some source node: the 'amplituhedral' shape.

Now this all comes about because, whilst all particles without exception, when they collide explode as spherical amplitude waves, in the practicality of multiple (endless) collisions of endless particles including photons - what ends up happening is a huge complex range of motion as everything interacts with every other thing.

The fundamental matrix 'phenomenon' however, is obviously the radian...

Yet because there are so many particles in Cosmic space, theoretical physicists want to fabricate some kind of 'formula' from which I suppose, that if you stuck any of them in Las Vegas they would all want to go 'prove' that they can beat the house.

Arising from the (false) belief that the presence, the existence of particles - in motion - gives rise to 'gravity,' which they call a vector force, rather than a real material force; then the 'amplituhedron' is the de facto explanation of 'gravity.' I deliberately say 'of' gravity because scientists never want to explain 'why' anything, in other words, not 'for' gravity, but 'of' gravity.

They are reductionists, of course. Even while they actually employ Universal generic 'models' to describe what they at first tried to dissect into essential smallest parts, still they insist that they are reductionists 'examining' what is 'there.'

In the genius 'Zen' scientist's conception of the
existential Universe,
beauty doesn't exist. Not the way you think of
it, anyhow.

Jesus Christ attempted to, well in fact He did say things in terms of how people with that level of knowledge would be able to best appreciate things - He attempted to explain His phenomenological existence as God: 'it is expedient for you that I go, for if I go, then 'something' is able to be here...'

Today's theoretical physicists surmise that neutrinos have the smallest amount of mass but not no mass (and they are wrong there as well), and thus can move almost with the speed of light. They also have no charge so they are difficult to influence to get to move faster, or to even detect, certainly.

The stunning and you would think embarrassing contradiction not only to all of current theory and speculation about neutrinos, and the ridiculous confusion of the 'amplituhedron' model - is to do with the fact that neutrinos do not propagate in spherical amplitude waves, but go around in Einsteinian 'world lines.'

They cannot 'collide' as such because they have no mass and no charge and therefore must rely on gravity... ...to interact.

LOL

All matter - Jesus included - are manifestations of phenomena from the Universal Field. The Universal Field is large but entirely self-contained within its own existential curvature; it is, completely curved at all moments. When some item of matter, congregates from the world lines of neutrinos, in a location, then those particles cease being smoothly in the continuum in motion along the world lines. If some fundamental particle - say, something even more fundamental and 'smaller' than the smallest neutrino (there are about three or maybe four kinds of neutrinos) - is 'intelligent' in that it conveys data backwards and forwards across all other lines of neutrinos, then as soon as it ceases being part of the continuum of all other traveling neutrinos, it no longer has complete and direct access to all data elsewhere...

Eastern Red Cedar - produces
blue juniper berries.

This is why 'curves are lovely.'

Everything is curved, even straight lines.

The Zen philosopher Basho once said: 'a flute without any holes... ...is not a flute.'

Actually I think Chevy Chase said that and claimed it was the poet Basho he was quoting.

He went on to say, as he sank a golf ball into a hole by going around another ball, that 'in one physical model of the Universe the shortest distance between two points is a straight line - in the opposite direction;' disproving, by his magical action, that the straight line is always the right way to get to where you want to go. And at the same time establishing the tangent...

Endorphins are important.

 

The Simple, Rustic Life

In Portugal today they still retain some folkloric memory of the ancient Galician peoples.

In the mythology of those ancient peoples they had some beings who lived in the forests, but reputedly, actually beneath the ground inside the forests. These people were called 'moura.' And some of the womenfolk of the 'moura' were 'enchanted' and seemingly held virtually in a hypnotic condition in which they stayed around treasures that had been secreted away by the menfolk of the 'moura' people, before they left for Mourama - the actual city somewhere away among the stars from where they really hailed.

What is there, in the cedar trees?

Moura are capable of giving humans treasures of gold or silver or both. But the humans are supposed to 'disenchant' the half-sleeping moura fairy, upon which she turns into a human and resides with the human thereafter.

There doesn't seem to be much 'dark' or threatening or negative about this myth at all. Moura people live quite comfortably with the rural peoples, sometimes taking milk from cows however - and that's about the size of their typical 'fairy' style activities. There's some addition to the story about dragons being around the treasure also, but again, there's no real big deal made of it in the mythology.

Sometimes in our modern lives, we should look back to the ancient past, and see the rustic ways.

...Someone reminded just earlier today, about the thymus effects of the LED laser 'energized' salt crystal - I was going to mention sooner that maybe there will be variations in immediate sensation (especially the 'fluttering' part) depending on how much intervening tissue there is in front of the thymus itself, in its position in the chest. It certainly occurred to me that there could also be higher fat layers with women compared to males, but then again, it may be that some people just will have a few more millimeters of fat tissue anyway - and this might inhibited the fluttering feeling.

Except, for sure the thymus will be receiving electric field stimulation at a level; doesn't mean you will necessarily feel it really obviously. It's not going to be like a freight train running through your chest, that's for sure.

All the same, the Autistic experience - what parents experience - is a huge long-winded path, a journey over many years; and this is exactly the same thing we all face when it comes to understanding 'life at a spiritual depth.' We are all, in a sense, Autistic, when it comes to our own metaphysical understanding of the human condition.

Like 'normal' Autistic people, we want to 'touch and re-touch the money,' so to speak, just to assure ourselves that it was ever there.

Some religious adherent, some monk or nun in a secluded place says to themselves: 'I want to see God, I want to touch God, I want to be touched by the numinous experience...'

And then, one time, in some rare moment, it happens.

And then, ever after that, they are not sure though.

And they seek that experience again and again.

It isn't an experience that you want though, after the first experience. It is the intelligent conscious and meaningful relationship. You want to know what it's all about, what you are truly expected to do, and what you might expect Divinity to perform in its role; besides keeping everything going the same way as it always was going every day, day in, and day out, always more or less the same inadequate, sometimes adequate, mostly painfully sad but still beautiful, way.

So you have this romantic partner, right. And they tell you, don't tell me about the world beyond, I want to have the world here before me, this material place, and I want all the wealth that it holds, so that I can be happy and satisfied.

This is the criminal insanity of youth talking.

'All the wealth that it holds.'

It holds no wealth, only decay and suffering.

The gods rule by subtlety. These human people, they are Tantalus. They tried to steal the nectar of the gods. And they also did great harm and caused death and suffering too, but yet they thought it would be up to them to determine who got the nectar of life...

And they get nothing.

The 'have' everything it is true, but they get, nothing and it is all taken away from them by-and-by.

'But Calvin, I went up the mountain and I saw no god.'

You didn't look hard enough.

Pepper steak and cognac cream
and pommes allumette.

King Arthur says to Sir Bedivere, after he tells him to toss Exclaibur into the lake: 'What did you see?'

And twice Bedivere lies to him and says 'Nothing.' Because in fact, he has not tossed Excalibur away at all. 

But, grieved that Arthur is quite insistent and seems to know that Bedivere is lying, this third time he throws the mighty sword and the hand of the Lady of the Lake reaches up and grabs it and takes it down, away.

There is really nothing hard about it.

 

As The Markets Tumble

So what happens to you when the world, which is rapidly going to hell, starts to exhibit ever greater signs of closer-to-home social pandemonium and everyone feels it?

You won't be able to just sit quietly and safely at home and watch the real 'wars' happening elsewhere on TV - because the effects will be being felt right where you are.

Well obviously ordinary people will be more and more anxious, more and more agitated, and their general demeanor and behavior will show this.

Horstmann Blue Atlas Cedar.
A beautiful tree.

All the claims to 'human rights' and 'humane treatment' and all of this will go straight out the window - not that it was ever really inside that window in the first place.

Yet it's not going to be as simple as that though - as simple as just everything being destroyed, or a kind of widespread social self-destruction unfolding. 

Nobody should be surprised if some pretty 'bad' things happen. 'Bad?' Meaning what, exactly? Well, meaning things we are not allowed to talk about here because it is illegal to do that - talk explicitly about what is going to happen.

Everything for thousands of years has been about how the little guy gets squashed.

If there's a Depression the little guy gets smashed, if there is a war, the little guy dies, if there is a drought, pandemic, whatever, the little guy starves, gets 'locked in.' Always the little guy.

When was it not obvious that market prices for shares and real estate, propped up by false 'money' and no natural-need sales demand and thereby real profits, might experience a catastrophic fall? FED Chair Powell himself recently said in answer to an interviewer's question about whether they just print money out of thin air: 'Yes, we do just print money out of nothing.'

So here we are, 2022.

Zoe Johnston and 'Above and Beyond'
among the mossy trees.

What are the 'big guys' doing?

I don't really care about them or what they are doing, I don't care to know.

I want to know about how I am reformulating some kind of personal social thing.

Could I be happy in the middle of a city in flames?

You bet.

Everything about this column, this Blog place, is all about how to work out what you really want, as opposed to what people advertise to you that you 'should' want - and how to get it for yourself and for your friends. ...Even how to work out what a friend actually is.

The wonderful thing about money too, is, it is just like Mandela says about all kinds of 'impossible' things: 'They always seem impossible - until they happen.'

Humans live in the realm of the constant daily lacking of everything they want, and the sheer impossibility of getting those things.

KP knows what I'm talking about under my breath here. He's not silly. He's working on it himself right now.

Our problem is what are we going to do with the money, not what the heck we care about how the world went to hell just now... Ain't that right, Mr. Cat?