Today is just a bit of a brain enema, so don’t get your hopes up anyone who despairs of there ever being anything coherent here ever, those of you who keep turning up in hope of something to get your teeth into here. What follows is just a metaphorical flush of this duffer’s mental buffer.
As part of the ongoing psyops programme to destroy our faith in rational investigation the GGT here in UKplc has started to use it’s “flagship” programme Horizon to discredit science I feel. Why? Well the only measure of success in the coming world, now that the last religiotechnical war has been fought and won, is blind faith.
Now that to a rational, logical and trained scientist is scarey. However I now know that all of the stuff we’ve been fed in science is effemeral, a kind of holding pattern for society, a stasis until the conditions are ready again for something totally weird to reemerge.
The creation through collective belief of a limiting future. Using the power of the collective human mind to bring into being a RISC’d reality.
Now the tools to prove this assertion are unavailable. I cannot wander up the leaning tower of Pisa and drop a cannonball and an apple and expect Isaac to survice the impact of one or both on his scone, can I? This stuff is not subject to experimientation, though it may be observable, just. Isaac, Hooker, Leibnitz et al would not be able to help us much in the coming world of the phantasmagorical. On second thought, Isaac would, but he’s long dead.
The real danger to those of us who wish to inhabit a rational and sane world is that the centrality of our every day lives, our raison d’etre, our unthinking 9-to-5 is irrational finance. A philosophy of money that is antithetical to human life hidden in what we are supposed to believe are the three great religions of the world. The three great scams devoted to killing off human beings and creating selfish demi-gods.
So what am I banging on about today? Well a while back I wandered through Suraci & HHQ’s shop. HHQ had given us a run down on what happened to Bruce and Brandon Lee and the following episode came back to mind as I read through some of the comments there.
It reminded me of a tale I heard when I worked with a load of Bulgarian lads who were working in the property refurb business here in UKplc. Good lads, well educated, well travelled, not prone to exaggeration. They never stopped telling me what a commie dump UKplc was, much worse than the country they'd legged it from. No work there though.
So they are in the business of replacing the leky, gas, utilities and general refurbishing of properties and the one property they will never forget is the flat that changed dimensions. Everyday they went back to do more work they had to remeasure everything. Nothing stayed the same. All angles, all the runs, everything changed. And new plaster/sealant/grouting wouldn't dry out. They finished PDQ. They learned later that the guy who lived there, absent during refurb, was voodoo.
Now that may be a tall tale, dunno. Other things have come to mind recently. I’ve read many times that ancient peoples talked of the Sun, our Sun, being a gateway. Not a source of light but an honest to goodness portal going somewhere not manfest in our three dimensions. That of course leads one to consider the many views held by the Rebels of the Electric Universe.
Do you remember the old tale of Nebuchadnezzar and the three Hebrew priests. I believe Neb had constucted a chamber of gold and within the chamber god was present. I think two hebrews entered and three came out.
Gold is also supposed to drive men wild, gold fever etc. I’ve always wondered just what is it about gold? It isn’t really valuable. Only the guys that set up the gold carry trade thousands of years ago said it was so. It is like diamonds, worthless really but clever people have told human beings that compressed carbon stones are very, very valuable and so they cost a fortune.
And yet I’ve always suspected that their really is something very precious about gold, gold in large quantities that is. Did you listen to the monatomic gold story from David Hudson, 4/9ths of the mass of the gold left our reality!!!!
Back to the GGT and their so called science programming. I mentioned this before. A guy whon looked like he’d been left behind when Ultravox were recording Vienna three decades ago decided to banboozle us with the diffraction grating magic by firing single quanta of light and giving us the old particle/wave duality bollox. Well you and me, well if you’ve read at the other shop, know that certain clever Germans have proposed a theoretical model of a hyper reality, of which we are a subset, that might cast some light on the conundrum. Sorry couldn’t resist that one. Tsk tsk.
What if the quanta of light was the mearest vestage, of something existing in 4,5, and 6 dimensions, in our 3D world. Then in 4,5 and 6 dimensions there is a wave like diffraction grate pattern and we only get a puzzle and duality weirdness in 3D. I think I am correct in saying that there is a scientist here in London, whose name escapes me, that proposes a solution to the Heisenberg uncertainity principle. The old you cannot know where the particle is when you know its momentum, or if you know its location you have no idea about the speed. He theorises that the random quantum malarky is just a smidgen of chaotic behaviour manifest in our 3D of a system that is acting quite classically in 4,5 and 6D.
Zohhh,…. I can see your scratching your head. Well this is my blog and if I want to be as mad as a collection of steam driven crack parrots I shall be.
Now if we follow my madness that means that the diffraction grating itself must exist in some 4,5 or 6D form to produce a higher dimensional diffraction pattern as the 4,5 or 6D wave forms, of which we only witness a quanta, produce the classic pattern. Now you’ll notice we’ve just destroyed time. Which is cool because that is what Heim does when killing off gravity as discussed over at the other shop earlier. It also allows us to break causality which if you’ve read through any of the Kozyrev site is a given. Yes it is possible to influence the future, K experimented and showed it is so.
And that at last brings me to gold. It is so inert. And I don’t mean you can leave it alone out in your garden and it won’t rust like say Iron. No it is INERT, inert.
OK lets go back into my madness garden again.
Have you ever thought that the actual passage of time, moving through the universe, could fatigue a substance subject to a toally inert medium. No gases, total vacuum, no light, totally shielded deep down a mine shaft? Well I have and usually in the context of gold. I reckon it is not only inert in 3D, I’ll bet it is gifted with hyperdimensional stability. I’ll bet it is inert in 4,5 and 6D. I’ll bet it has gating and channeling properties. That is the real preciousnessesssss. No wonder Neb had a shed load of the stuff hammered together.
When I was rambling earlier in the week I mentioned Tesla and The Last Train from Hiroshima. When Tesla got belted by a million volt jolt he is reported to have said that he could see everything past, present and future. Some of the survivors of the A-Bombs reported that they had left reality and reached the ends of the universe.
We know that when a big stick goes off it cracks reality and gates in energy from the Zero Point. The clever bods with the telemetry worked that out over half a century ago.
I think you know where this is going because there is no time or distance where we really exist. The human brain. Upload/download point for a hyperdimensional consciouness? Is that where our mind really is?
If so we are being deceived with a view to furthering evil intent which seeks to cut us off from our true potential and wellbeing. The origin of this evil is to be found working full out in the religioKriminalbankstering world today.
That is why this rambling has stayed on this shop not in the other one where it belongs really, because if Blankfein of GoldmanSucks thinks he’s doing the work of his god then he is quite literally and ritualistically putting it out in clear sight.
He and his collection of Abrahamic religious nutters, Djinn bitchboys and boybitches, are collecting all the gold and shitting on humanity guided by their so called holy book. Enjoying every minute of it. Loving the killing. Wallowing in the premeditated slaughter and setting the world up for a real holocaust.
However the fools forget that in their Reduced Instruction Set Criminality they can only operate in 1D, there is no depth to their empty existence, and the universe will fry the lot of them as she has done many times in the past, soon.
Right I hope that ties up the loose ends caused by too much haggis and Talisker earlier in the week.
I anticipate I’ll be off air for a couple of days because your correspondent will be giving it more of puddin’ and whiskey as well as reciting amongst others the following tomorrow night.
As I wrote last year.
“Always remember that when "they" heave into view, no matter what title they have, what deeds they claim, what they say they can do for us. No matter how much power seems to rest with them and the philosophies that move them. No matter what violence acclaims them, they never will be, never were and are not our betters. We know that our fight is, always has been and always will be with their masters. That's the bitter twist they deny always.
A Man's A Man For A' That
Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave - we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Our toils obscure an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that?
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man's a man for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that,
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.
Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that,
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.
A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquise, duke, an' a' that;
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities an' a' that,
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.
Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's comin yet for a' that
That man to man, the world o'er,
Shall brithers be for a' that.” “