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Prompted by yesterday’s Is Key West going Buddhist, or green, and other pressing soular activity post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com, Sancho Panza – in a parallel dimension, a retired Lucent Technologies scientist fluent in English, the romance languages, Latin, and, for all I know, Romulun, Vulcan and Klingon – sent two morsels. Here’s the first.
I think Putin has it about right. What I would like to know is where you get one of the coffee cups.
“Negotiating with Obama is like playing chess with a pigeon….
the pigeon knocks over all the pieces, shits on the board and
then struts around like it won the game.”
“He who sweats most in training, bleeds least in battle.”
Does this mean you are a fully-repented ex-Obamaite?
Subtext: I told Sancho in 2008, after Obama beat out Hillary Clinton in the Democratic Primary, that I’d been told in my sleep that Obama had the potential to be the Anti-Christ and he was a chameleon. I think maybe Sancho nearly fainted dead when Obama accepted the Nobel Peace Prize while carrying on G.W.A.R., Inc. Bush’s demonic wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, and I think maybe Sancho held his own last rites when Obama became the drone president.
Obama (the reformer) was the greatest, last gasp of hope that this country had left…. don’t be so glib about it… it’s ALL our loss… may we all R.I.P……….
It does look dire. I don’t see any way to turn this species around without a major external intervention the species cannot control or fight. Looks to me this species will kill this planet before it’s all said and done, not to mention the members of this species. There are lots of bright moments, of course, but the collective trend seems inexorably grim. I try to do the best I can with what is in front of me. What really is going on and coming down is beyond my ken and control. I wish I could still drink beer. If I could, I would be in the Green Parrot right now, swizzling a few. Instead, I’m kibitzing with a scientist who escaped, it so far seems, being skewered by that which science does not yet recognize, but perhaps there is still time :-).
Beer, wine and other forms of booze wreak havoc in my liver and G.I. tract. Being skewered referred to the other morsel Sancho sent yesterday under his revised title:
“Making everything our business – a Taoist Social Perspective?”
Making everything our business: the social legacy of Rudolf Steiner
A true lover of wisdom has hands too busy to hold on to anything! He learns by doing and every pebble in the path becomes her teacher! Oink
Steiner also was a major league western mystic, a member of a secret Grail society, as revealed in The Spear of Destiny, by Trevor Ravenscroft.
Steiner is described in that book has having sparked his mystic opening by visiting and being around the same relic spear kept in an Austrian museum, which the young Adolph Hitler also visited and was around for the same reason. However, Steiner chose to go toward the light, so to speak, and Hitler went the other direction, literally, according to the book. To the point that Hitler was taken over by a demonic entity, which also took over his inner circle, which is what enabled to them to get so much power and persuasion.
They were terrified of Steiner, who had the ability to astrally visit them during their secret pow wows; they were able to know he was there with them. Twice, they tried to have him killed, and by mysterious interventions, he survived. Once he knew they were coming after him and he took no precautions, it was up to God, so to speak to save or not save him. He was saved by people who had heard of the plot and rushed to his rescue and whisked him away.
Steiner was reporting to the Allied Command what he was learning from his astral visits in Hitler and his inner circle’s lair. When the Allies reached Berlin, the first thing some of the troops did was go after and find the relic spear, which Hitler had had brought there from Austria, and it was taken back to the Austrian museum where it was received and then kept. Something of this came up later in Congress, and after some distress (understatement), it was decided to put a lid on the spear and its influence on Hitler, because Americans and the world were not ready to hear of it.
All according to Ravenscroft, who said in the book’s introduction that he was not supposed to be the author, but his Grail teacher was supposed to write the account. After considerable opposition from within the Grail community, Ravenscroft’s teacher decided to write the account, but then he died. Thus, Ravenscroft wrote it, apologizing for not being the best person to do it.
I don’t know if The Spear of Destiny is sill in print, but it can be bought online.
Some interesting stuff in it about Steiner using his form of “magic” and “homeopathy” and biodynamic farming to rid a farmer of a rabbit pestilence, which rabbit riddance, alas, the Nazis learned about and tried to copy it by, instead of grinding up dead rabbit bones under a full moon with planets aligned this or that way, and making the concoction and spreading it on the farmer’s land, which did get rid of the rabbits, who migrated elsewhere, the Nazis did it with the ground up bones of dead Jews, and spread that all over Europe. They didn’t get the formula exactly right, because there was a step Steiner had not revealed in creating the rabbit-repelling remedy; but Ravenscroft said maybe the Nazis did it good enough, because there was a mass outward migration of Jews from Europe after WW II. Could be argued, any still-living Jew who stayed in Europe after the Nazis were ousted had a few loose screws.
After reading that about the rabbit expulsion, I told my then wife, whom sometimes I called Rabbit Woman because of her affinity for rabbit jewelry, and rabbits being a planetary symbol of the feminine, that Steiner messed up. Instead obliging the farmer and getting rid of the rabbits, Steiner should have conversed with the farmer to get to the bottom of why so many rabbits (the feminine) were on the farmer’s land, eating all of his green crops. Maybe the rabbits were there to tell the farmer he had a bit of unresolved distress between him and his mother, for example. Or maybe the rabbits were there to tell the farmer he was too testosterone-driven in his life, or in his farming practices. Perhaps too much science, too much chemical fertilizer. And, if he had worked though that, say in a Grail fashion, the rabbits might just have reduced their numbers on his land to a more normal number.
There are many forms of science, which is probably why we have physics in our dictionaries, and also metaphysics.
You keep referencing that book… I don’t want to end up speared/skewered like you, so I’ve managed to stay away from it… Steiner is different… I can dig him!
You have an amazing memory, Sloan!
Can’t say I blame you.
The Spear of Destiny was put to me when it was time for me to read it, 1994, as I recall. The angels must have wanted me to see what was going on behind what I was bumping into in my daily life, seeing on TV, etc.
Same person who loaned me that book also loaned me Hostage to the Devil, by Father Malachi Martin, a Jesuit priest. That book was about small fry stuff, just regular people being demonically possessed.
Together, the two books instilled in me a deep respect for Lucifer, which probably wasn’t deep enough as my life later proved.
I never was put to attempt an exorcism in the way the priests described in Martin’s book did it – the Catholic Rites of Exorcism. In the latest edition of Hostage, which I read, was a new preface by Martin, in which he as much as said the Vatican was possessed by Lucifer up to the highest levels.
For me, it’s just deal with what’s in front of me in keeping with my long and arduous training and the ongoing instructions and corrections I receive from the angels. As I engage the human events in front of me, I engage what in the spirit world is behind those events.
Perhaps it’s having an effect in the spirit world, which bleeds into human affairs. Perhaps not. Perhaps the only reason I do it is to be further developed in a soul way while still in this rickety a bit dilapidated car which is my physical body.
There is a story in the introduction of Hostage of an English Catholic priest in China doing an exorcism alone on the possessed, and the priest is interrupted by another person who has no clue what is going on, but has unwittingly been sent in by the demonic spirit to distract the priest, which distraction allowed the demonic entity to get into the priest. The rest of that grim story is told in the conclusion to the book. The priest spends his remaining days trying to save his own soul, his physical life he knows is forfeited. He prevails at the very end, though faith, prayer, Bible passages important to him.
Sometimes I send skeptics, people who scoff at or deny Evil exists, just to that part of Hostage, and they come away sober. I tell them what happened to that priest is why I am ever concerned about not crossing a line and opening myself to a similar experience, or worse.
The work I do is terrifying, if I take time to step back and contemplate it. So far, the angels running me have saved me from myself and such a fate as that priest’s, who, as far as I could tell, did nothing wrong other than attempt an exorcism alone, which, I understand, is not advised by those versed in the Catholic Rites of Exorcism.
I suppose the angels are with me in what they put in front of me to engage.
I dreamed in my nap today that something was coming down from New York City for me to engage. My recollection is that is your neck of the woods, or nearby.
Ginger of Jupiter, Florida replied to the Parrot Key/Pritam Singh part of yesterday’s Is Key West going Buddhist, or green, and other pressing soular activity post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com:
Curious what Pritam Singh paid for the abandoned area and then the cost of building the new place or hotel [Parrot Key].
Ginger in Jupiter.
Hi, Ginger – if I knew that, I’d know how sweet Pritam getting $100,000,000 for it was, and, by induction, how bitter is was for him to get that much for it
$100 million is a hell of a price and I can’t imagine he paid more than $10 mil for what sounded like abandoned property. Maybe $5 mil. It’s on the public records. Go on your computer or the court house and you can pull up the price paid and what his taxes were and then tax for improved property…unless he got away without having the improved property tax value listed quickly or at the right time……Pritam sounds like quite an entrepreneur and “from India”
I’d have to see Pritam’s books, with a good accountant beside me, to figure out what he made on Parrot Key. I have no interest in doing that, however. I simply was struck by his comment, selling his developments for big bucks is like … selling his children … hmmm … bittersweet.
Here are two links it looks to me like Pritam created, the second brings up a lot more biography, including his origins (not India, but Fitchburg in north central Massachusetts).
Pritam Singh, Founder and Developer of The Singh Company
Pritam Singh is the founder of The Singh Company, a full-service Florida Keys real estate and development company that successfully develops and manages hotel …
Biography of Pritam Singh of The Singh Company
Pritam Singh is founder of the most successful real estate development in the Florida Keys with five major residential, resort and commercial projects under …
Pritam gives back to society and Mother Nature some of what he makes on real estate developments.
Some years ago, Pritam’s and my buddy Jim Hendrick told me that he wanted the three of us to get together for lunch, so Pritam and I could start getting to know each other. I said sure, just tell me when and where. Not long after that I bumped into Pritam in a building where the company looking after the apartment I was renting in Key West had an office; I was there to pay that month’s rent. I told Pritam what Jim had told me and to just let me know when and where. He said we would do it soon. Never heard another word about that from either of them.
Wasn’t all that long afterward, I was having dinner with Jim and his wife Vera, and Donna Bosold and Todd German at the Hendricks’ home; I was the only person present who did not know Donna was Jim’s girlfriend; now she’s his wife. I’d had a number of dinners with them at the Hendricks’ home.
On this occasion, I have told this story a few times before in posts at www.goodmorningkeywest.com, Jim said he was going to convince me that Pritam really was not possessed by Lucifer, as I had written in a few posts. I said okay, convince me. Jim said Pritam is the best salesman he ever saw; he is a master at getting people to see what he wants them to see, and not see what he doesn’t want them to see. I said, “That’s how Lucifer sells; I rest my case.”
By association and past experience, I knew that was how Jim sold, too.
So, any time I see a real estate development in which Pritam and/or Jim are involved, I just naturally wonder what is going on in that development, which they don’t want anyone to see?
Ciao, Ginger from Jupiter
Sloan from far, far away
Donna Bosold and Jim Hendrick now are representing the Peary Court developer, on which foreign greed invasion I have spent considerable time lately, including what I reported about Peary Court in yesterday’s post.
Vicki Weeks, formerly of Key West, now living near Savannah, Georgia,
is down in Key West promoting her first novel. We had a lovely lunch earlier in the week, during which she said I get it, but Key West, Mayor Cates and the City Commission really don’t know what it means for the city to go green. Here again is my review of Code of Honor, which I posted at www.amazon.com, where Vicki’s book is available in trade paperback and kindle.
The Afghanistan war, in Code of Honor, is simply a hunt, futile, for Osama bin Laden and his associates. Futile, because of the vastness of that country. Futile, because the Taliban are far more resistant and numerous than was estimated before going in. Futile, because the US President, last name Hedge, wonderful irony, only did Afghanistan for show; his real interest all along, and of his confederates, is the Iraqi oil fields and refineries. And, a secret plan, hatched by President Hedge’s father, to rewrite American law, and, along with a clandestine black “project”, I thought of Illuminati, to allow his father and his confederates to take over America and run it as they see fit.
Kudos to Vicki, and to whomever advised her in the writing of Code of Honor. Every American high school student should be required to read this book. All American military personnel should be required to read it. All members of the US Congress should be required to read it. All Americans who supported the Vietnam war, the first Iraq war, the second Iraq war, the Afghanistan war, should be required to read it.
My lingering question, sorry, Vicki, I can’t help but ask, three lingering questions, actually:
When you wrote for Celebrate, were you beating up on George W. Bush, his father, Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld in that newspaper? I simply do not remember. I do remember I was beating up on them in my daily email blasts.
And, did the people who advised you during the writing of Code of Honor put themselves at risk back when it might have made a difference? Did they do all they could to stop the evil American military-industrial complex wars in which they were involved as US Military personnel or advisers. Or as US politicians? Or as whatever they were doing back then?
And, did you, and the people who advised you in writing Code of Honor, after Barack Obama accepted the Nobel Peace Prize, while waging the two wars of his predecessor, in Iraq and Afghanistan, beat Obama up for being a hawk in dove feathers?
I beat Obama up a lot after he accepted the Nobel Peace Prize, and before he did it, and before he was elected the first time. I told everyone I knew not to vote for him, he was not what he appeared to be. I told them I didn’t care for John McCain, either. I said there was no presidential candidate I wanted to see in the Oral Orifice, so I wasn’t going to vote in that race.
To cries that Obama was the lesser of evils, I said, a vote for the lesser of evils still was vote for evil, and I wasn’t convinced Obama was the lesser, because the angels had told me he had the potential to be the Anti-Christ, which looks like the Christ, but under the pretty veneer is something else entirely.
Vicki replied to me:
The official launch of both the book and Books in Action, the nonprofit program the book will support for a 99 hour launch period is scheduled to start this Saturday at 9 PM and it’s been hectic. If interested to learn more about the program, check out [...]. There’s still some work to do on the site but the info is there.
Anyway, I was delighted to see that you really enjoyed Code of Honor. Thanks for the great write up. As to your astute Clancy comparison, yes, it was conceived as sort of the anti-Clancy version of the political thriller.
A little clarification re: the medical and military – all the medical details were the product of extensive research as were most of the military details, including the various locations, campaigns, and events related to the push to invade Iraq. I did, however, ask some veterans to review the book for military protocol, field weapons, and rank reference errors and made some corrections per their comments.
As to your questions, re:
1) calling out the neocon agenda in my writing as it was happening – yes, on more occasions than I can remember over more issues than I can count.
2) what the vets who commented on protocol etc., what I know is that currently they are leading members of Veterans For Peace (which BTW is one of the national orgs the book will be supporting) and,
3) while I did indeed have to check my gag reflex at Mr. Obama receiving the Nobel Peace Prize, I none-the-less have seen enough of life to know that there’s not a lot of perfect good floating around leaving us always with a choice between lesser evils. And for my money, the less evil the better.
Keep the up the good work on holding feet that need it to the fire.
Hi, Vicki -
Thanks for filling in some of the back story for your novel. I can’t imagine better ambassadors for peace than former Iraq and Afghanistan combat veterans. A good Alabama friend of mine, before I knew him, was an artillery captain in Vietnam, and after he came home he became an ambassador for peace, and he’s been at it ever since. He’s radically prejudiced against USA War, Inc.
If you want me to post my review of Code of Honor at Amazon or some other online bookseller which has it in e-book, let me know and the link.
I had the gag reflex when the Nobel Committee awarded the Peace Prize to Obama for continuing to wage G.W. Bush’s wars. I threw up (not literally) when Obama accepted it, even as he said, rightly, that he didn’t deserve it. Now, code of honor did not seem to me to be part of Obama’s make up. Then, my bowel locked up and stayed that way for about a month. Then, violent poetry erupted out of me, blasting Obama, which I recited at a Key West Poetry Guild reading, and again at a Key West Poetry Guild event in the Gato pocket park off of Simonton Street. Then, my bowel unlocked. Later, Obama became the drone war president. He is a drone of Lucifer. As was his predecessor. Different outside wrappers.
I don’t feel like this post today is a political advertisement paid for and approved by Sloan Bashinsky, for Mayor of Key West, but since I am running for that office, just to be safe, I include that disclosure.