Wednesday, May 17, 2017
this commercialism-infested planet has been the victim of two recent world wars.
One between 1912-18.
One between 1939-45.
These wars have been marketed as political, or territorial. But they weren't really. All wars are banker wars, is how it goes. Even back as far as 1812-15, when Napoleon was hurriedly building his French Empire, the bankers have been funders of and profiteers from Global Annihilation of Tribalism. They used Intelligence to tell the City of London that Waterloo had been a French victory, crashing the UK market and ensuring their own wealth.
One World Under God is the general motto of the bankers, and 'god' in this context is Profit.
So, let's go back to the most recent world war and see how humans coped, in the face of reduced imports, in the face of 'a need to feed the many'.
We did okay.
We fed our children.
We retained our identity.
Sure, we achieved this under a War Monarchy, but we proved one thing. As a nation, we are a tribal community of self-sufficiency. We can make this island work for us. We are capable of isolationalist survival. And it's something we should think about. As a leaderless revolution is imminent. What we can do, as a nation of people who will get by, that will make this world a better place.
For all living creatures.
Monday, May 15, 2017
I mean, what the heaven-mess is Darren Aronofsky's new film Mother! (starring Jennifer Lawrence and Javier Bardem) promising with a psycho-horror Gaia-sacrificial poster like this?
another classy reinterpretation of Ancient Ancestors by self-published author Ralph Ellis where he tries to find the historical figures among the tangled lies that are delivered up as religious myth...
Relevant points of interest:
Damned interesting stuff, if you ask me...
Relevant points of interest:
1) The Palestinians were (Paleset) Greeks kicked out by invading arabs
2) The Israelites refuse to admit their (Hyksos) Egyptian heritage
3) Iraq was pretty-much (Babylonian) Jewish until 1947
Damned interesting stuff, if you ask me...
Saturday, May 13, 2017
The Ganesha or Elephantine "space jockey" from Alien (1979) was described as FOSSILISED i.e. had been dead for aeons, while his egg-cargo remained in laser-protected stasis. He was embedded i.e. built into, grown into, an integral cog in the hyperspace telescope machine and he landed that 'derelict' pretty carefully on LV-426 back in the day. Tell that fucking story!
No, that's not where Prometheus went, that's not where Alien Covenant went.
First of all: DAVE OFF...
you'all know the film Face Off starring Johnny Trav and Cagey, right... no it's not even connected to that. It's basically ALL THE EVIL-TWIN FIGHTS SCENES you've ever seen in a film already. Who will win? And do we really care? And (most importantly) will we be able to identify the victor come that really important time later on in the film when Real Trust might just become a narrative issue.
Secondly: SAIL FIXING...
sure, Gravity had its boring pointless self-absorbed moments, we all agree, but did Alien:Covenant (the film that's supposedly getting us to the answer to the long-awaited question, "Why did the Elephantine Space Trucker tidy-park his cargo-hauling space-croissant on LV426 in 1979?") really just spend upwards of half an hour fixing the solar sails of the Covenant space ship?
Did I really (as a cash-paying film-goer) need to see those lethargic golden sails open up like a view of the Giza Pyramid from above? Is it my role as a paying customer to sit through such Freemasonic dull symbolic trite?
and by Paradise, I obviously mean 'the gloomy temple from long-ago ages' that David calls home. It was just all so gloomy, dank and despondent. Alien:Covenant is just dark, and by this I mean UNDERLIT in many of the scenes on the surface of Paradise (sic). Maybe it's a luminal-narrative trick - an illustration of David's personality - that he's come this low? This Lost....yeah, we get it, "Shelley is not Byron," and... damned narrative upgrades.
Usually, having watched a good film, I come out of the cinema buzzing or morbid or paranoid or excited... something. With Alien:Covenant I came out feeling nothing. I was actually glad to be no longer watching this film. I was out of there as soon as the credits started to roll. Years of expectation I will never get back....
Tuesday, May 09, 2017
Why Sexual Earthing?
Well, it goes back to my earlier claim that, "I've always been an erotic painter," and this new series of 60x42cm emulsion on canvases reinforces that. Earthing because they were created outside; barefoot, where the exchange of body electrons with Earth electrons enhances the art. It's true. Always has been. Man is a Natural Creature, not an office lackey.
Personally, I like the way either side can be dominant depending on the conditions of application and weather etc...anyway, here they are in the flesh.
Sunday, April 30, 2017
I love (have loved all) these Transformers films, especially when they try to Templar-Excalibur the past in this (cynical) way. The Templar i.e. King Arthur, story of the near-Revolt of the King of Edessa against the unHoly Roman Empire in AD70 only came to the world via France in the twelfth century with the return (from modern day Palmyra, Syria) of 'some other story' that contradicts the official Josephus Flavius story of the birth of a Messiah. But what will Transformers 5 really reveal about the Egypto-Hyksos heritage of the Vatican City's favourite thorn-crowned poster boy? What truth will it really unveil to you, the general public?
On the subject of stolen worlds, "For ours to live, yours must die," is totally laughable when the only Real Conquest is the conquest of Under-Standing that Debt-Finance is the Great Demon upon this Free Planet.
Let non-financial 2017-18 be the year of Free Planet and end War World, for good. :)
NOTICE: that all these 'gods' are shown on coins, coins are generally made of some precious metal, like gold, gold is the colour of the sun. But what if our original sun was a proto-Saturn i.e. purple dawn of creation... this is one of the most concise summaries of the whole Temple of Saturn nonsense, Mollock, call it what you like, Christianity or Christmas, why not...
Thursday, April 27, 2017
okay, here's THE REAL SHIT about the Alien: Covenant message, and it's a message on a global scale... and it involved our once-sun Saturn and all the Cassini's final plummet into the Saturnian atmosphere. Expect sparks and brighter-than-usual impact characteristics. Real Saturnalia...
Note: oh, is that Shaw drinking from the Holy Grail? Tee hee.... oh, and spoilers ahoy warning, as ever.
MASSIVE SPOILER WARNING: in case you're thinking of going to the cinema to see Prometheus 2 i.e. Alien Covenant, in a few weeks' time and don't want to witness ANY spoilers, please don't click on any of the The Crossing (Passover?) footage from Fox's recent Alien Day event.
LOYAL READER BONUS MATERIAL: and here's another of What Is Real's Alien Covenant analyses, I'm about to go read a lot more of this guy's work. He's properly in touch with the Esoteric or Occult i.e. hidden, realities of the Great Holy Wood wood-chucker.
Remember, thinkers: FOOD associates directly with KNOWLEDGE as with the Jesus feeding the 'five thousand' with two (Pisces) fishes and five loaves of bread story. Just one more taste of that forbidden black goo...
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Politeness is the basis of Language.
In a Free Planet, there'll be no such thing as global-speak and global-think, it will be a world of however many billions of re-wilded people living in tribelike roaming Diversities.
The only thing that will stop wars between these groups is Politeness, as conveyed via Language.
In a Free Planet everyone should know how to say Hello, Goodbye, Yes, No, Please, Thank you in as many languages as it takes to retain the Peace. There's nothing wrong with 'seeing how the others live' or 'walking in another man's moccasins'. It's important to UNDERSTAND how those other Diversities see the world.
Politeness is the only way forward, for a re-wilded Humanity.
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
wow, that was hard, and what with 150,000+ steps already on my legs from last week's family walking holiday in Minehead... and it's a new record.
FIFTY THREE MINUTES, for my usual seven miles course around west Oxford's rolling hills. Warmed up with half an hour's yoga. Weather was perfect, sun breaking through light cloud. No wind. No food since yesterday evening. One cup of coffee for upper's sake. Glass of water.