September Colours

Today is Saturday, and it’s the 14th of September.

September is my favourite month, although for reasons perhaps not entirely obvious? For one thing my mother died quite young on September 30th (1953).

So perhaps I’m just an autumn sort of guy – or a fall-guy, if you’ill excuse the pun? For instance I cannot go with clothes in ‘spring-colors’ – always make me look ridiculous.

I need and love the autumn colors brown, wine red and orange or perhaps better still, dark grey and steel grey shades.

I love the clear, lunimous nordic sunlight of a fine September day, like this Saturday. Also makes a great day for photography with one of my large, old cameras, except for today it’s a bit windy.

The wind mostly is a problem, ofcourse, if you plan to make macro photographs of trees, plants or flowers; or if you have to use a tripod. Like when I’m using one of my large, old, plate cameras – my favourite photographic tool.

I missed today’s opportunity to take som photographs, on account I slept late. Hence I didn’t manage to make my photo shoulder-bag ready for action. But, then, let’s talk old cameras for a change.

Today I saw a couple of old Kodak cameras swimming around in one of the odds-and-ends boxes, usually residing in front of well known photografica.dotcom camera store, here in downtown Copenhagen.

The frindly store assistants accepted my modest offers for the two cameras, so here we are. The premier buy is the

1. Kodak Retinette 35mm folding camera from the late 1930’s or perhaps very early 1940’s.

I believe it may well be the most basic camera of the Retinette camera family, that again is the junior line of the larger Retina-family.

The ‘junior’ epithet pertains to the technical features; like lens quality, shutter speeds, range-finder or not and light-meter or not.

This particular model of the Retinette lineage is, as told, perhaps the most basic of this line. It has a three-lens Kodak Anastigmat of 5cm focus and relative aperture of f:4,5, and the lens appears to be uncoated.

The shutter is a simple 3-speed Prontor-type shutter, with speeds from 25 – to 125.

But everything is outwardly in great condition, and it has a fitted ever-ready-case in nice condition to boot.

So why did I only have to pay 50 Kr (7.50 Dollars) for this pretty camera?

The thing is everyone, including myself, honestly thought the shutter was totally defective, or even incomplete. And only a careful, half-hour inspection revealed that the modus-operandi is just quite unusual and counterintuitive.

But now everything seems to be working ok, and I look forward to clean it out, including the inside surfaces of the lens. Also to check, and if necessary recalibrate the distance scale with a ground glass over the film gate.

A three-lens objective may often be quite satisfactory for most amateur photography, both for colour prints and black-and-white negatives.

2. The second Kodak is the much more advanced Retina IIa. This particular model is from the 1950’s and sports a fast, high-quality Rodenstock Heligon-lens of 50mm focus. It’s largest aperture is f:2,0 and it’s coated.

But the general cosmetic as well as mechanical condition of this specimen is very nearly horribel. Neither the shutter nor the rangefinder is working at all, and everything looks worn and shabby.

The interesting thing is, that the front of of this collapsible camera – like almost always for Retina and Retinette camera – is still rock steady. Hence I accepted the modest prise demand of 25 Kr (4 Dollars), and hope I may eventually manage to restitute it to a working condition.

Yesterday, ofcourse, was Friday the 13th! On that particular day I visited the other large and well-established camera store here in central Copenhagen: Foto/C in Holbergsgade, situated just behind the Royal Theatre.

So, just around noon I had the audacity to visit said camera store; nothing unusual there, to be sure, I’ve been a faithful guest – and too often also customer – of theirs for some twenty years, I’m afraid.

The first thing I saw when entering the store, was a most unsightly spectacle: One of the camera assistants had just finished the sale of a Speed Graphic 2×3 camera (to an old friend of mine), and for a pittance.

Well, you may ask, why is it this spectacle was so ghastly, not to say chocking?

The thing is I’ve been collecting old plate cameras for well nigh half a century. But I’ve never, ever seen a 2×3 Speed Graphic for sale here in Copenhagen.

The Speed Graphic is quite another camera than the (Century) Graphic 2×3. Generally a much higher-quality camera, much more elaborate and usable than the plain Graphic (or Century Graphic) 2×3.

While I congratulated my friend to his lucky find, I’m afraid I was unable to hide my distress. Nay, I know I could not hide being disappointed: I’m simply unable to hide from my features anything approaching anger, if triggered. (Note 1)

Now everyone will surely reproach me for perhaps getting angry over a friend making an interesting buy in my presence? But I have to plead non-guilty, because it’s not as simple as being about just envy and jealousy.

The thing is I’ve tried time and again for abt. two decades to communicate to the friendly manager this special interest of mine – the old plate cameras.

I know he has always had a habit of reserving interesting items for the collectors he know: like of Leica, Nikon, Olympus, Voigtlander and movie cameras – and probably others. These collectors thus get a chance to inspect the items before the general public.

But I’ve also long suspected, that a ‘collector’ (and, to be fair, I’m not a ‘genuine collector’, but a so called ‘user-collector’) of something as obtuse and unglamorous as old plate-cameras didn’t really register in his mind.

At least it’s not the first event of this kind; in fact I’ve repeatedly watched friendly photo-freaks buy old plate cameras in my presence from said store-manager. And as I know the buyer(s) I’m able to state quite certainly, that he/they had no particular interest in this kind of cameras. Just like today.

So if you’re an old plate-camera-buff, you’re seemingly more or less under everyones radar. In fact that has obviously been the case for myself for decades; that is, until this happened:

About a decade ago I had taken stock of my collection and made a CD with a rather complete listing. I intended to consult a lawyer in consequense of the constant danger of being assassinated by Mossad and their friends.

Not to ask advise how to protect myself from being assassinated, ofcourse. But to ask advice in respect to insurance and the execution of my eventual estate.

I visited the office of a downtown lawyer, but found her out of town. But it was agreed with the office manager that I could return to discuss the matter later.

However I decided to inform the law office about what I wanted to discuss, before showing up personally once more. Hence I sent them a letter and – quite foolishly, perhaps – attached a CD with the listing of my collection.

I never got a reply from the law office; the letter and the CD obviously evaporated into thin air.

But by inference and conjecture it’s perhaps not too difficult to figure what basically happened?

Because only days later I was contacted by one of the zar’s of the danish photohistorical community; ‘he had learned I was an expert on historical large format cameras and if I would please give a talk in one of the photo historical communities’.

And shortly after that a new store opened that ostensibly specialized in large format cameras (incidentally the principal owner had no interest in- and knew nothing about classic large format cameras!); furthermore it seems there was an extended family relationship between the two gentlemen and Mossad?

The reason for ‘talk and store’ may perhaps be assumed to most likely be, that a) these gentlemen wanted by all means to prevent myself for opening a like shop (they had realized, ofcourse, that I had both the stock and the expertise) and b) if I was in short order to be assissanated by Mossad, my flat and collection would be robbed within hours, to perhaps then be found in said store?

You think this sounds rather outlandish? But I can assure you, it is hardly! But ofcourse you have to know something of the extent of my collection of old plate cameras – it’s quite extensive!

Now back to my friend and his ‘new’ Speed Graphic. When we happen to meet at the Foto/C store we usually arrange to take a cup of coffe in a nearby café.

Which we also did yesterday; we agreed to meet in one of the Magazin du Nord’s café’s a short walk from the store. Only I had to visit my bank firstly (on account of the Visa-card sham I suffered a few days ago – link 1).

Hence it was only about 3/4 of an hour later I met my friend in one of the 5’th floor Café’s in Magazin du Nord. I then had a chance to inspect the Speed Graphic and show my friend how to operate it. He is an avid collector of old movie cameras, by the way.

Now you have to know, that the Foto/C store without doubt has been bugged by Mossad and/or their friends (I’ve written about this already in one or more former posts)(Note 2). But it nevertheless surprised me somewhat, that they seem to have managed to put a hit-team in place on the 5th floor of Magazin d.N. only shortly after I arrived.

That is, about one hour after we made our appointment in the store. But being Friday there could perhaps be expected to be one or more Mossad-teams on stand-by in the city?

After having talked with my friend in the café for about 15 mins(?), I noticed a gentleman sitting alone at a table less than 10 feet from us.

Even if the café is somwhat dim he was wearing dark glasses of the type going around almost to his ears – like bodyguards of Mossad and their friends like to wear them? He was having nothing, but looking fixedly at his smartphone, and seemed very careful nok to look my way. He had Mossad/CIA written all over him.

A few minutes later he was joined by a middle aged man, that could have been taken directly out of an italian mafia film. The sun-glass guy then disappeared. The mafia-man likewise had nothing (probably so as not to be noticed/recognized by the café-staff?).

Shortly after that I and my friend parted. I wanted to visit the rest room, directly adjacent to the café; but I soon thought the better of it.

Because abt. 8 feet in front of the door to the rest room another middle aged man in a black/red sporting outfit was standing, looking fixedly on the door.

When I began approaching him/the door and was about 6 feet away, he began mowing slowly toward the door; eventually he slowly opened the door, while looking searchingly inside. But he still didn’t enter the rest room.

I got the impression he wanted me to overtake him. Would I then have got a cut or prick (with poison) in passing him? Or perhaps when inside or in one of the stalls?

But I got cold feet long before that, and left the building in quite short order.

Whether this set-up was planned as a genuine assassination attempt or mostly as an offence to make me angry, or perhaps both, of that I know nought.

Note 1.
I learned already in my younger years, that when angry I may get an almost forbidding expression in my face. This does not mean, however, that I cannot control my anger; that I can to a very high degree. Only I cannot control the forbidding facade, when on rare occasions my anger is suddenly triggered.

This rare, forbidding look, by the way, happens to havecontrolled my livelyhood to a large degree and quite arbitrarily.

Especially one event stands out for it’s fatefulness: When employed in the Ministry of Communication in the early 1980’s we got a new minister; that minister – quite likable as a person, by the way – at some point wanted to greet everyone employed in our department (General Directorate of Post- & Telegraph) of his ministry.

But (one of) my superiors had already learned to fear my ‘general cleverness’ (sorry, but it’s on record) and, being quite clever himself, had probably made preparations to try and stop me. So on my way to the ministers reception I was openly insulted by said superior.

This was as completely unexpected as unmistakeable, so that I was simply unable to control my face expression; and I’m quite sure I must have looked forbidding with anger, when the minister came to greet me.

Sadly, but perhaps also understandably, the minister took offense – being a bit paranoid himself, perhaps? And it’s from this fateful occurrence that Mossad’s zeal to assassinate myself originates. Silly indeed?

(Update Monday, 16.Sept.) This morning I had a clairvoyant dream vision like this:

I saw a young man wanting to leave (for somewhere) in his car, and he was readying his car for the trip. Someone feared he would drive (West?) against the direction of traffic, and tried to stop him; but didn’t make it.

He therefore drove off, although seemingly in fact to the East? But he was soon meet by opposing traffic. And, lo and behold, the opposing traffic consisted of giant tanks with giant cannons.

Consequently the young man and his car was destroyed below the tanks; I saw one particularly large tank destroy the car completely.

It’s cannon was so large it almost swiped us down from the balcony I occupied together with others. I asked:’Is it Russian?’ – and then I woke up.

>Exposition: As I felt the tanks and landscape in some ways looked Russian, but was still in doubt, probably both tanks and landscape were Ukrainian?

Presumeably Mossad and their friends are VERY unhappy with my latest half dozen blog posts? Nay, they are probably as unhappy with myself as have become with Mossad and their friends?

And perhaps the Mossads are right now planning to marshall the Ukranian mafia (often called the Kosher Nostra?) and said to be perhaps the most powerful and reckelss at least in all of Europe?

Note 2.
I’m afraid I’ve been a bit feckelss in believing the store to be bugged. That’s ofcourse completely unnecessary. You only have to listen in on the store managers iphone, that I believe he carries at all time.

Link 1.
DANSKE BANK – DUHAMEL – COPENHAGEN – THIBAUDAT

(14./15.Upd.16.Sept.2019)

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DANSKE BANK – DUHAMEL – COPENHAGEN – THIBAUDAT

(Copenhagen, 9.Sept.2019) Hello! – Today is Monday, and it’s wet out there. From the cafè where I’m writing this I have a view of the Copenhagen City Hall Plaza, and it seems there’s a demonstration going on; lots of red banners and a few hundred people taking part, and everyone getting a bit wet.

Incidentally, there’s not necessarily much going on in our small capital – Copenhagen always appeared to me to be in many ways an almost dead city.

I’m talking of soul and spirit, ofcourse, and only in so far as we’re concerned with movies and theatre- and TV-plays, i.e. when the spoken word is involved.

The shallowness of the Copenhagen vernacular as it’s spoken in the movies and in TV- and theatre plays – ‘die Bühnensprache’ – is for me still rather startling, even after all these years; after all I’ve been living in the Greater Copenhagen area for more than forty years.

Ofcourse it’s not so with the graphic arts and with the music and opera scene. I believe Copenhagen is as admirable with respect to these arts as most everywhere else.

But you just have to watch a few danish movies to know what I mean – embarrassingly devoid of any traces of soul and spirit. (Generally speaking, no rule without exceptions, ofcourse).

Except if you reckon pathetic shallowness and/or Satanism and all sorts of allied perversities as your soul and spirit?

Personally I believe most of the missing soul may have gone up the chimney when Copenhagen had it’s natural roots from the easternmost part of (what was then also) Denmark brutally and permanently cut after the disastrous wars with Sweden in the mid seventeenth Century and later.

Now, the historians (or some of them at least) tell us there always was sort of an ethnic boundary down through the GreatBelt between the western part – Funen and especially Jutland – and the eastern provinces – Seeland and Skania. Which means that Copenhagen never got adequate compensation for the important but now lost Skania part of its soul and vitality.

You might perhaps compare this Great Belt boundary to the boundary between England and Scotland?

Incidentally you can just now ‘enjoy’ the spectacle of this discord between West- and East-Denmark. I’m thinking of the fight for power in the recently toppled ruling political party, Venstre.

Obviously the western – mostly Jutish? – fraction don’t really function in concordance with the eastern part, made up mostly of – more or less soulless? – ‘big city slickers’.

The former PM’s ‘city slickers’ want to reacquire government, no matter how and ‘no questions asked’.

Whereas many westeners still want to adhere to certain principles, be it within or without government.

Here we have to remind ourselves, ofcourse, of what morals and principles is really about: Morality means respect and responsibility for our common Cosmic heritage! That is, you have to try and always keep the big picture in mind so as to avoid getting bogged down in trifles and hankypanky.

But the danish Westeners are apparently more and more squeezed by their own ‘city slickers’, that perhaps increasingly acquire the soulless qualities of the New-World-Order globalists, that controlled the former govt. totally?

But luckily there are still a few living spots to visit for a musing book lover, and yesterday was the last day of the recent dutch book sale in the HeiligGeist Church Community House, a brisk 10 min. walk from here.

The final price was 5 Kr ($0,75), and I managed to make my escape with only one bagful of books. Here are a few of them.

1. PHYSIOLOGIE DE LA CRITIQUE. By Albert THIBAUDET. Paris, 1930, Editions de la Nouvelle Revue Critique. 213 p., paperback, original edition.

It seems the 6 essays in this trim volume were originally written before 1922; but only published in bookform in 1930.

My danish Gyldendals Litteraturleksikon tells this a.o.:

A.T., 1874-1936, critic, pupil of Bergson and his introspective point of view, somewhere between Lemaitre’s impressionism and Taine & Brunetiere’s positivism.

First success came with ‘La Poesie de Stephane Mallarme’, 1912. In 1936 posthum. was published his Histoire de la Litterature Francaise de 1789 a nos jours.

He is described as inciting and precise, both scientific and subjective.

From my Oxfort Companion to French Litterature:

A.T. – one of the foremost lit. critics of the first half of the 20th century. Became prominent with his book on Mallarme.

Later was professor of French literature in Geneva. His uncompleted History of French Litterature (above) groups authors by generation (1789, 1820, 1850, 1885, 1914-18) rather than in the usual epochs and literary affiliations. Other works for the most part essays and reviews, mostly for Nouvelle Revue Francaise.

Quite by chance we open the book on page 102, whence we can read (sorry, no diacritics – I’m writing Braille on a danish keyboard):

‘Cette critique des maitres, elle n’est pas une imagination de classificateur, une fausse fenetre que nous supposions pour faire pendant a la critique professionelle.

‘Elle existe au XIX’e siecle parallelement a l’autre. La chaine critique Chateaubriand, Hugo, Lamartine, Gautier, Baudelaire, Barbey d’Aurevilly, peut se comparer a la chaine de La Harpe, Villemain, Sainte-Beuve, Taine, Brunetiere, Lemaitre, Faguet.

‘Chateaubriand a baptise cette critique. Il l’appelle la critique des beautes. Mais on peut en discerner l’origine dans ce pre-romantisme que sont l’oeuvre et la conversation de Diderot. Sainte-Beuve l’a dit:

‘Avant Diderot, la critique en France avait ete exacte, copieuse et fine avec Bayle, elegante et exquise avec Fenelon, honnete et utile aved Rollin. Mais nulle part elle n’avait ete vivre, feconde, penetrante, et, si je puis dire, elle n’avait pas trouve son ame.

‘Ce fut Diderot qui, le premier, la lui donna… C’est bien a lui que revient l’honneur d’avoir introduit le premier chez nous la critique feconde des beautes, qu’il substitua a celle des defauts.’

>I think this is a very nice buy for seventyfive cents, and frankly I hope to live long enough to get around to scrutinize mr. Thibaudet more closely.

But life is fragile, lot’s of small cogs, levers and wheels have to work more or less flawlessly together to make it happen. I have – often enough, I believe – told about all the fancy kinds of malicious harassment that the DeepState has found pertinent to apply to myself throughout a couple of decades.

But yesterday they tried out a new one – that is, new for me. Someone (with an obviously ficticious name?) drew a small amount (110 Kr or abt. $15) from my Visa-card account.

Now, who might that be?

a) I ONLY pay by card on the internet in dealing with TWO businesses. They are no doubt both honest businesses. But ofcourse they may have Sayanim employed, able to tap their it-system for data.

b) But CIA/Mossad/PET taps (keylogs) everything I write on my keyboard, at least when writing at home; that’s why I try to write every blog post in a city café or burger bar. Having someone ‘hanging over my shoulder’ when writing cramps my style just a tad too much. Of course these shady agencies know ALL passwords I’ve ever used when at home!

c) An inside job? My bank, the old LANDMANDSBANKEN, may now in reality have been taken over by WallStreet. Some readers will perhaps suspect, like myself, that DANSKE BANK has been scuppered by the international money mafia, that has been cleaning hundreds of billions through the (then) Estonia branch. Very likely a malicious, concerted attack on Denmark and our leading bank by the internationally operating money mafia: think WallStreet – LondonCity – TelAviv – Moscow.

But the bank now seems to have been offered a cease-fire: The price? Accept a WallStreet-controlled banker as General Director (CEO)?

Perhaps we can already now follow the general drift of this kind of take over: All newly hired leading directors, operating directly under the new CEO, has, it seems, names perhaps implying an extended family relationship with the new CEO as well as WallStreet?

Of course these gentlemen cannot be expected to be friendly toward myself. Perhaps it’s no big deal to have one of this banks possibly many Sayanim create a bit of mayhem in my accounts? (Note 1)

But to our next seventyfivecents-book:

2. LA POSSESSION DU MONDE. By George DUHAMEL. Paris, 1924, Mercure De France. Paperback, 270 p. The cover quite shabby, but inside nice and the pages are not yet cut open.

The Oxford Companion says this (a.o.):

Georges Duhamel, 1884-1966, poet and essayist etc. He was an army surgeon during the first WW.

Published poetry from abt. 1907 and published books about his life as army surgeon in 1917/18, written with much compassion for the sufferings.

After 1920 his career was mainly literary, wrote mostly novels. Published books of literary critique in 1912, 13 and 25. Essays on various aspects of modern life, among which LA POSSESSION DU MONDE, that came in 1919.

Four vols. of reminiscences (Lumieres Sur Ma Vie, 1950). Finally came nature studies, poetry, plays, and in 1930 Scenes de la vie Future (danish ‘Red Dig, Europe’ (1931)), a warning against the overly mechanized society.

But it’s a bit ackward to shoose a specimen to quote, as the pages is not cut open, and I don’t have a penknife handy.
Hence here’s another quote purely choosen by chance (p.54, from the essay RICHESSE ET PAUVRETE):

‘Toutes les philosophies ont fait entendre magnifiquement ces verites immortelles. Que peut-on ajouter aux paroles de Marc-Aurele, d’Epictete, du Christ, en ce qui touche la vanite de ces richesses que la societe admet comme seules valables?

‘Mais les poetes nous ont dit: ‘N’abandonnez pas le monde, car il regorge de joies pures et vraiment divines qui seront perdues si vous ne les moissonnez pas!’

‘La voie qu’il nous serait doux de suivre croise parfois celle des chretiens, parfois celle des stoiques. Nous nous arreterons parfois au jardin des oliviers, parfois au seuil de cette petite maison sans porte et sans meubles ou vivait le maitre d’Arrien.

‘Notre chemin nous conduira plus souvent encore a travers les solitudes agrestes, ou au chevet d’un homme terrasse, ou dans la souriante demeure d’un humble ami, ou encore dans l’ombre melodieuse que peuplent a jamais les ames de Beethoven ou de Jean-Sebastien Bach.

‘Nous ne nous obstinerons pas, envers et contre la masse de hommes trompes, a posseder le connu, alors que l’inconnu reste sans maitre. Nous nous detacherons de la posssion brutale pour mieux rever a la possession intime.

‘Non, nous ne pouvons plus renoncer a notre royaume, alors qu’il nous reclame et chante, pour nous, hosanna!’

>Seems nice enough; but if I get around to reading more of La Possission du Monde it will probably be mostly to enjoy Mr. Duhamel’s very pleasing mastery of the french language: Clear and unpretentious.

3. L’ALITTÉRATURE CONTEMPORAINE. By Claude MAURIAC. Paris, 1958, Éditions Albin Michel, 259p. Paperback. Original edition. Cover slightly shabby, but inside very good.

Off hand I know nothing about M. Mauriac, and I have nothing in my dictionnaries, I’m afraid.

Here’s what the publisher says on the back cover:

‘Ou en sont les ecrivains dans leurs tentatives d’apprehension et de recreation du reel?

‘Qu’a-t-on cherche et decouvert de nouveau dans les lettres depuis Mallarme et Proust?

‘Le nouvel essai de Claude Mauriac fait le point des manifestations les plus avancees, les plus audacieuses, les plus neuves de la litterature d’avant-garde.

‘La litterature?

‘A ce mot trop souvent avili, Claude Mauriac en a prefere un autre qu’il a cree en usant de l’a privatif grec: l’alitterature.

‘L’alliterature, c’est la litterature en son point extreme de rigueur: pole jamais atteint en direction duquel les auteurs se sont toujours diriges.

‘Claude Mauriac a borne ses intentions a l’alitterature contemporaine qu’il etudie chez certains de ses representants les plus significatifs.

‘Ces auteurs enigmatiques et difficiles, dont on parle si souvent sans tres bien savoir qui ils sont et ce qu’ils font, les voici examines a la suite de leur predecesseur Kafka: Antonin Artaud, Georges Bataille, Samuel Beckett, Henri Michaux, Michel Leiris, Alain Robbe-Grillet, Nathalie Sarraute, d’autres encore.

‘L’alitterature contemporaine est un livre indispensable a la connaissance de la litterature contemporaine.’

>Here also the first paragraphs of the authors introduction:

‘Les expressions: ‘C’est de la litterature’, ou: ‘Le reste est litterature’ montrent a quel degre de complaisance est trop souvent tombe l’art d’ecrire. Tout en utilisant les procedes de leur epoque et en suivant peu ou prou les modes, les meilleurs auteurs ont toujours cherche a transmettre l’inexprimable par les moyens de la litterature mais, dans la mesure du possible, sans litterature.

‘D’ou le mot alitterature que j’ai forme a l’exemple d’amoralisme. L’a privatif, au lieu d’indiquer un manque designe toutefois ici une qualite, litterature, contrairement a moral, ayant dans cette acception un sens defavorable.

‘L’alitterature (c’est-a-dire la litterature delivree des facilites qui ont donne a ce mot un sens pejorativ) est un pole jamais atteint, mais c’est dans sa direction qui vont depuis qu’il y a des hommes et qui ecrivent les auteurs honnetes. Aussi l’histoire de la litterature et celle de l’alitterature sont-elles paralleles.’

>Finally, here’s a small sample quote from page 31:

‘Kafka fut le premier a signaler sa parente avec Kierkegaard: ‘J’ai recu aujourd’hui le LIVRE DU JUGE de Kiergegaard. Comme je le pressentais, son cas est tres semblable au mien en depit de differences essentielles, it est situe pour le moins du meme cote du monde. Il me confirme comme un ami…’ (21 aout 1913).

‘Il revient le 27 aout 1916 sur cette fraternite et l’inutilite des comparaisons insensees qu’il a coutume de faire entre Kierkegaard et lui. (Il y ajoute Flaubert et Franz Grillparzer). Nous devons surtout retenir cette indication sur les etres situes du meme cote du monde.

‘La encore, la surtout, le physique ouvre sur le metaphysique. Toute une race d’ecrivains de Kleist a Dostoiewsky vivent sur cet autre versant. Kafka fait penser a un auteur contemporain qui est bien de son espece, celle des endormis (mais il s’agit de l’autre sommeil), des reveurs eveilles, des David (combattant quel Goliath?): Julien Green.

‘Le sentiment d’etrangete a soi-meme et au monde (ce sont tous les deux des etrangers sur la terre); la toute particuliere importance donnee aux songes et la tendance a les juger d’une verite plus grande que la pretendue realite exterieure, bien d’autres trait encore rapprochent ces deux hommes.

‘Mangue il est vrai chez Kafka, tout au moins dans sa forme sensible, cette initiation au surnaturel qui caracterise Julien Green. Mais il a neanmoins ecrit: ‘Je vis en ce monde comme si j’etais absolument sur d’une deuxieme vie…’ (21 fevrier 1911).

‘Et ceci encore (qui pourrait etre de Green): ‘Comme j’aimerais expliquer le sentiment de bonheur qui m’habite de temps a autre, maintenant, par exemple…’ (16 decembre 1910).

>What made me buy the book, though, was mostly that GEORGES SIMENON appears among the 17 authors treated.

In my late teens and early tweens I read stacks of Simenon’s crime novels in french. It was probably mostly to hone my french rather than by an irresistable attraction to the plots, I think. Frankly I thought his books rather boring, and I certainly am not planning to read them again.

But reading twenty pages of critique of Simenon, the author, and his books – that I look forward to, and hope I may get the leisure.

4. BILAN LITTÉRAIRE DU XXe SIÈCLE. By R.-M. ALBÉRÈS. 1956, Aubier, Editions Montaigne. 272 p. Paperback, original edition.

Like for M. Mauriac I have no informations about this author, M. Albérès. The book seems to be another literary history of 20.century french poetry and fiction.

There’s a wast table of content on the last pages, too much to copy here. I have to contend with giving a very small sample quote from chaptre III, part 2.: ORIGINES ESOTERIQUES DE LA POESIE MODERNE. On page 145 you can read:

‘Le debut du XXe siecle opposait la critique dogmatique de Sarcey a la critique universitaire de Lanson, la critique systematique de Brunetiere a la critique impressionniste de Jules Lamaitre.

‘Ces divergences ont perdu leur sens. La critique savante a repris sa place d’element fondamental mais qui ne saurait se suffire a lui-meme. Le dogmatisme du gout a cede au sens de la relativite et a la modestie, tandis que l’impressionnisme se donne pour ce qu’il est: la reaction d’une sensibilite, dans un article de journal(?).

‘Pourtant M. Robert Kemp ou M. Marcel Thiebaut unissent avec charme des gouts personnels tres fins et des principes. Quant aux systemes, sauf chez les sartriens ou les marxistes, ils ont totalement disparu: il ne peut etre question que de methodes.’

Note 1.

It turned out, that my sixth sense didn’t let me down this time, either – what I’ve experienced is most likely (read: almost certainly) a malicious attack by Mossad and/or their friends?

But their attack on my Visa-card account was much more insidious and malevolent than I had expected off-hand.

After having detected the abuse of my card the same day as the money was drawn on my net-bank (10.Sept.), I immediately went to the bank, that (suavely, but coldly – I’m only a very, very small customer of the kind they dearly wish, would you please go to blazes?) helped me with blocking the card and making a complaint.

They informed me, that I would be told in 5 days at the latest, if the bank would accept ‘liabelity’ (i.e. reimburse the lost 110 Kr ($15)). Furthermore that I would get a new Visa-card in abt. 7 days.

The next day I read the email with their decision: that they ‘could see’ that my chip had been used in the transaction, whence they couldn’t reimburse me.

a) But they could ofcourse not ‘see’, that the chip on my card had been used in the transaction; because it has NOT been used. I’ve been in possession of my card at all times, have never, ever let it out of my possession. (And, by the way, I don’t happen to often buy thing from ficticious(?) stores).

What they perhaps could ‘see’ was, that it off hand appeared that my chip had been used. That’s another thing entirely, especially if you’re a fraud-department in a large bank.

b) I don’t believe this case is or can be the very first time this major bank experiences a case of expert hacking of an account to FAKE a Visa-card transaction in such a way as to make it appear the card-chip has been used.

If this is the case, it’s certainly a historical occurence; it may be, ofcourse, but I don’t off hand believe this possible.

And if it’s not the very first time it occurs, then I believe the bank should have informed me of this possibility?

c) Generally you and everyone else have to prepare yourself for it-fraud of this kind. The evil underworld – perhaps personified most conspiciously by Mossad and/or their friends? – have UNLIMITED rescources with respect to money, personnel, know-how and malevolence.

It’s a matter of course they can fix this kind of attack with no problem at all!

If the DeepState ultimately prevails with their evil plan to ban cash, then you and me and everybody else will be at the total mercy of the Mob! You will have no chance to protect yourself from their attacs!

Eventually I may have to abandon using a Visa-card (or any other card) entirely. This is, for now, barely possible for myself as I live frugally and almost always are able to pay with cash or bank transfer. For most people and families, however, it would probably be a catastrophe?

d) Hypothetically you cannot, perhaps, exclude the possibility that DANSKE BANK in some way – knowingly or unknowingly – may be conniving with and/or aiding and abetting the perpetrators?

Because one has to remember, that it should certainly be in the interest of the bank to save reimbursment payments, especially in cases implying pint size customers like myself?

(9./10.Sept.2019/Upd.11./12.16.Sept.2019)

Crossposted on www.gamleboeger.dk and
http://blocnotesimma.wordpress.com

Swedbank – Lunar Lander Crash – NotreDame – Die Gnosis

(6.Sept./Orig. published 8.April.2019) Today is Monday and a very nice Spring day, albeit a bit on the chilly side.

The friendly folks at the Photograficadotcom camera store a short walk from the café in downtown Copenhagen where I’m writing this, today had a seemingly real nice Voigtlander Perkeo camera swimming around in the odds-and-ends box.

The Perkeo is a classic ‘square’ folding camera from the fifties. The film size is 120 roll film giving negatives 6 x 6 cm (2-1/2″ square). This particular model has the budget 3-element lens named Vaskar in a prontor 5-speed shutter.

The cosmetic condition is extremely good and everything seems to be in good working order. I look forward to put it through its paces.

However I have to admit I don’t have the best experience with the Vasker lens type. About 35 years ago I owned a likewise quite beautifully preserved folder, i.e. the Perkeo’s big brother in the 6 x 9 cm size and also with the Vaskar lens.

But no matter what devices I invented and how clever they were administered it was to no avail – I never ever managed to get a single sharp picture.

But old lenses, and especially the simpler types, may be prone to relatively large variations from specimen to specimen when put to task in practical photography and I hope today’s find will surprise me positively – please. The investment was just around 15 dollars.

Today I’ve brought three more ’75-cents-books’ from the December close-out sale in the Vangsgaard store in the CoalMarket to run through my micro-micro-review robot.

But firstly lets cast a quick glance at a few recent tweets (may not yet be tweeted). As usual the asterix * indicates the tweet, and a chevron > my comments.

* Kirstjen Michele Nielsen was born on May 14, 1972, in Colorado Springs, Colorado, to Phyllis Michele Nielsen and James McHenry Nielsen, both United States Army physicians. Nielsen’s father is of Danish ancestry while her mother is of Italian descent (Wikipedia)
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-04-07/homeland-security-chief-nielsen-resign-report

> Mrs. Nielsen was until April.7 Secretary of Homeland Security for somewhat more than one year. Off hand I would guess she may well be the highest ranking US-government person from (partly) Danish stock, as her paternal grandfather seems to have been Danish.

I don’t count Jeff Bezos of Amazon lore in this connection, as he’s a private business man. But I seem to remember he had either grandparents or great-grandparents in Denmark?

But does the US-President or rather his backers really hate the Danish? They don’t like mr. Bezos and they certainly don’t like mrs. Nielsen. Also it appears his backers definitely don’t seem to like our Queen, based on their quite uncouth demeanor toward her recently?

Incidentally it could perhaps appear generally to be somewhat perilous just now to be a top leader and of female Danish stock at the same time? (The following isn’t from a tweet, though, but a headline from one of the Danish newspapers):

* ‘SWEDBANK FYRER DANSK TOPCHEF’. (Swedbank fires their Danish General Director)

> Swedbank is among the three largest Swedish banks. It was consolidated by uniting two large saving-banks, ‘Sparbanken’ and another whose name elopes me at present.

From these two countrywide saving-banks thus – a trifle mysteriously perhaps – ermerged a very large business bank, one of whose recent CEO’s reportedly had a close (business?) relationship to certain WallStreet billionaire investor-tycoons.

But on account of certain CEO-problems there was a clean out in the board and a Danish woman was appointed as general director (CEO) a few years ago (Link 2).

Several large Nordic banks seem to have recently been targeted by shady money men wanting to launder billions of dollars. And the boards of the banks in question seem to have been quite clueless and unsuspecting of the wast, shady money flows?

Perhaps you can’t blame the gentlemen and -women of these boards; after all, who wouldn’t become a bit conceited and unsuspecting of the hard laws of the Universe if you regularly and legally could create money – to the tune of billions or trillions – out of thin air?

If there has in fact been a concerted attack (link 1) on Nordic banks from the wast shadowy world of shady billionaires – read WallStreat-London-TelAviv-Moscow – who claim they are ‘doing gods work’ and hence of course are operating completely above and outside the law of ordinary Earthlings, – then the planning and coordinating cabal will most likely never be exposed, much less apprehended?

But why is that? Simply because its the same shady money men and their billions that on a Global scale run most governments – including the Nordics – by way of certain contrievances, among which psychic terror by the Illuminati-Cabal (Link 7) and the Global allotment of retirement jobs – the so-called fat-cat-jobs: Can anyone spell to NASO and Save-The-Quids, by the way – seems to elude myself right now?

Hence it stands to reason that no real investigation will ever be instigated, much less actually carried through.

Also one can’t help wonder if we’re perhaps in fact dealing with more or less the same networking of shady money men and billionaires that in recent years have fraudulently drained the Danish national tax dept. of tens of billions?

I’m not sure I’ill long for Mrs. Bonnesen a lot, however. I was living in Helsingborg, Sweden for a decade until about 30 years ago, and still maintain a small account with the Swedbank branch there; I have even – somewhat foolishly, perhaps – maintained my safe deposit box account with the branch, located abt. 30 miles from where I now live. (link 2).

But a few months ago I got letter from the management, that box rent would immediately be raised from abt. SKR 850 to SKR 1800 (ca. $200) per annum! That’s a raise of about 112% – and that’s a lot…

(Isn’t it in fact a raise so considerable that you perhaps ought to suspect a cabal? I mean, could it be, that the (NWO-puppet?) Swedish Government would be particularly happy if I would please come storming into a border-check set-up?).(Link 8)(Note 1)

* UK’s Home Office said it’s also seeking to tackle the spread of ‘fake news’ and interference in elections.
In short: wholesale government censorship under the guise of cracking down on the private sector.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-04-07/uk-fine-facebook-google-hosting-terrorist-content

> It seems the UK now goes nuclear for censorship. The tell tale is the mention in passing of ‘fake news’. Because ‘fake news’ is entirely undefined, and thus can and will be applied to almost ANY written message – except ofcourse their own or ‘friendly’ governments official propaganda releases, so eagerly gobbled up by the mainstream press?

* Trump’s Neocons See Erdogan As Their Ticket To A Region-Wide MidEast War
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-04-07/trumps-neocons-see-erdogan-their-ticket-region-wide-mideast-war (Link 3)

> This is almost a given if we look back on a couple of Globally very important developments from a few months ago.

Please compare my blog post from last December 28. (whence I repeat the highlights concerning the recent G.20 conference):

*In early a.m. of Wednesday Nov.28.2018 I had a clairvoyant vision of the US-President donning his new, green Chinese generals uniform. The Uniform was however in Russian Style. Thats why I tweeted that same wednesday that Xi and US are going to embrace in #G20 and split up #Russia:

*(28.Nov.2018) In early a.m. there were rumours in the ether that US & Xi are going to embrace at G20. The split: US to have Europe to Urals, Xi to have Siberia to Urals and IL gets MiddleEast?

>The above two tweets seem to have made quite an impact. You can follow a bit of the resulting panic reaction here:

*Trump Cancels G-20 Meeting With Putin
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-11-29/trump-cancels-g-20-meeting-putin

*One Snub Too Many: Kremlin Sours On Trump As “Patience Coming To An End”
“We can do ‘give and take’ but not ‘give and give’.”
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-06/one-snub-too-many-kremlin-sours-trump-patience-coming-end

(Please see the full thread below – Note 2)

My guess is it has come as a real nasty surprise for both Mr. Putin and Mr. Erdogan, that their partners in both East and West were connieving to cut them out of the global NWO cabal?

I mean, realistically you have to surmise they are both NWO (New World Order) men and accordingly almost certainly hadn’t expected to be not only cut out of the cabal – but even set up to be robbed blind?

If China and the US/IL split up Russia in ‘Chinese-Siberia’ and ‘US/IL-European-Russia’ (a là Ukraine) where would Mr. Putin and his lieutenants be in that equation?

And when IL is to have the Greater Middle-East – where would that leave Mr. Erdogan and his generals?

Furthermore my guess is that Mr. Putin and Mr. Erdogan are perhaps both a tad too honest for the NWO-cabal and consequently perhaps had expected a certain level of honesty from their partners-in-cabal?

* “I Am An Assassination Risk”: Julian Assange And Ecuador’s Attorney General Face Off In Leaked Transcript.
“It’s not a joke. It is a serious business.”
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-04-07/will-artificial-intelligence-replace-military

> But certainly! If you’re not an assassination risk – you’re a fraud. (Which I don’t imply, you are!)

* Top Bond Strategist At World’s Largest Asset Manager Says ECB Should Buy Stocks Next.
“That would basically signal to me that, again, we are at the end of the world rather than things are getting better.”
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-04-07/top-bond-strategist-worlds-largest-asset-manager-says-ecb-should-buy-stocks-next

> Exactly what does it mean when Central Banks buy stocks?

Simply, that the chosen few – the multi-millionaire and billionaire stock-holders – will tolerate no risk of loss of their own! The money-printing Central Banks have to relieve these ‘investors’ (read ‘billionaire-gamblers’) of their worthless stocks in their overly indebted, asset-stripped companies.

And every time the central banks print a few billions the value of YOUR savings and YOUR salary are shrinking correspondingly: The new (in reality counterfeit!) money STEAL their value from YOU – that must necessarily be so, as the money-printers do not create real values concurrently with printing.

Incidentally housing, any type of housing, become priced absolutely out of reach for your children and grandchildren.

* On 8.April.2019 in early a.m. had clairvoyant vision of half a dozen (or more) ‘devils’ with flames emanating from or above their heads seated around table in a dark coven- or cavern like room: Hell on fire?

> Looks like the Emperor of the Underworld and his entourage of Black-Magicians are perhaps ‘inflamed with fury’? (Link 4)

Hopefully they won’t unload their fury on Aangirfan for her/them gracefully having admitted my blog to the April issue of their much admired list of critical blogs http://aanirfan.blogspot.com/2014/04/links.html

Like they did a few months ago, and possibly on account of a comment of mine on the Aanirfan blog relating to the CERN Large Hadron Collider

Louis Sancho and the CERN/LHC

Or on entirely innocents:

* On 6.April.2019 in early a.m. had clairvoyant vision of my niece and nephew both having their (public service/government) jobs closely examined.

> It’s almost as important – or even more so – for the masters of the underworld to hit a targets family or friends. Why is that? Partly because it’s the apex of evil to hit the entirely innocent! (Link 5). And Evil is the supreme objective of our deranged Global leaders. Remember – THEIR supreme leaders are in fact Robots! (Link 6)

Furthermore ‘human Robots’ feel inferior to humans. Except torturing and killing the innocent make them feel superior to humans; humans have empathy and cannot torture or kill the innocent.

*(10.April.2019) This morning had an intriguing (perhaps clairvoyant?) dream:

I and ‘associates’ were about to leave a room or shelter after a (nuclear) war, or perhaps after a space voyage?. We were anxious to learn if we could see the sky when outside. We could, but it was murky and sombre all around.

A few ‘entities’, i.e. human-like figures were roaming the wildernes outside; they had a certain type of hat, that I recognized as being just like my own except for a small color pattern. They seemed neither aggressive nor friendly. Were they aliens? Were they robots?

One of the women wanted to fraternize with these entities, because ‘that’s what she was supposed to’, but was warned to stay away by a leader, that asked everyone to go inside again.

> If this strange dream has any bearing whatsoever upon the Israeli Lunar landing module that catastrophically crashed on the moon the next day – of that I have basically no idea (see below, though).

But that the equally catastrophical terrorist shooting in SriLanka ten days after the crash has just that – well about that I have just a faint idea, I’m afraid?

But now let’s consider the above intriguing dream somewhat closer with respect to a hypothetical bearing on the Lunar crash.

Dreams are most always many faceted with respect to content and meaning – somewhat like a holograph: A slight change of point of view may give additional information. Here’s an interpretation from a slightly changed perspective:

a) My mind was with other minds in a confined space.

b) We (i.e. all these minds) were set to leave the room, and were anxious if it would go well.

c) Once outside we met, or feared to meet, entities that in reality deterred us from staying outside.

d) These entities looked much like myself.

Here’s one stab at cracking the code:

Ad a) and b) – Some important minds in mission control in IL may have had myself in mind also, while watching the Lunar lander descend; if they hadn’t had me in their (perhaps subconscious) minds, I could not have been there telepathically.

Ad c) and d) – Some entities that the minds in mission control perceived to be much like myself were feared to could possibly prevent the lander (the minds behind the lander) from fulfilling the mission and explore the ‘new world’.

> This tentative decoding attempt necessarily presupposes 1) that aliens were feared by mission control to plan to make – and in fact eventually made the Lunar lander crash and 2) that (someone in) IL mission control consider myself to be (more or less) ‘an alien’; or at least, perhaps, as communicating with aliens?

But how on earth is that mindset possible?

Firstly – there is (or was) something about an ancient prophesy with respect to King David, Jutland and IL; I’ve alluded to this once before (Link 9, scroll way down). I don’t know whence this prophesy originates, and I’ve only learnt about it by telepathy.

Secondly – I’ve repeatedly designated humans as ‘earthlings’. Just attempting to obtain the birds eye perspective, I’m afraid, but may look suspicious to some people?

Thirdly – Once I had – and have in fact reported about – a dream vision, that to some inquisitive minds just might imply a telepathic message from (real) aliens? (Link 10, scroll down).

> By the way one has to remember that the IL Lunar lander crash was the second catastrophe in recent IL space program. The first was the giant ‘communication’ satellite that crashed more than one year ago. Hence the IL space program direction may naturally have become somewhat paranoid?

Sadly both the terrorism in SriLanka on 21.April as well as the destruction of NotreDame in Paris on 15.April tend to support the above tentative interpretation. That is if the two terror attacks should be interpreted as revenge terrorism?

Why is that? Simply because all three events – the Lunar lander crash, the SriLanka terrorism and the torching of NotreDame – are connected by my person, albeit very, very indirectly. Here’s how.

In another blog post (Link 11, Danish) I’ve established beyond resonable doubt that I have one or more Danish seventeen-century kings among my ancestry. Perhaps – just possibly – as many as half a dozen ancestry lines to the Danish Royal house, which would make it a somewhat special case.

Obviously I have no idea if the Danish Royal House are aware of this. They may be, ofcourse, and if so it’s a given that the international SecretService community will know. That’s because the telephones (and perhaps the rooms) of the Royals are certainly tapped or bugged by rouge CIA/Mossad fractions (note 3).

Should the Royals ever have taken a certain interest in my person as a blogger, it would be tantamount to painting themselves as a target for revenge by said rouge agents.

Now, the hit in SriLanka targeted the (reportedly) very best friends of our Crown Prince; three of the friendly family’s four children were killed.

The torching of NotreDame in Paris occured on the day before our Queens birthday; as close as you could reasonable get – if the birthday itself had been choosen, it would have been too obvious!

The Prince Consort (now deceased) of the Queen was french, of course.

But now my micro-micro-review robot will present three more 75-cents-books for you; however these will probably be the last from the December close-out:

1. THE BOOK OF INSULTS – ANCIENT & MODERN. (An amiable history of insult, invective, imprecation & incivility (Literary, political & historical) hurled through the ages & compiled as a public service) by NANCY MCPHEE. 1978, Paddington Press Ltd., A Jonathan-James Book, NewYork & London, 160 p. softcover.

Surely one of the most entertaining books I’ve come across for some time. There are four chapters:

I. I’ll tickle your catastrophe! (An introduction to the wonderful world of bombast, invective and ab use in all its forms, on every subject under the sun).

II. I would the gods had made thee more poetical (Writers, critics and sardonic onlookers use all their verbal skills as they indulte in literary feud and character assassination).

III. The land God gave to Cain. (An unpatriotic trip around the world as one country and city after another is vilified by its own citizens and outraged foreigners).

IV. Of the badness of the government (Everyone has always agreed that the government is bad and the politicians are rotten – including the politicians themselves).

There is also an index of authors, sources and subjects.

Here are a few samples from part II (that takes up 45 pages).

a) ‘A thorn in the side of the complacent for more than half a century was the Irish-born playwright and critic-at-large, Bernhard Shaw. Shaw’s views on just about everything set Establishment teeth on edge.

‘Many of Shaw’s own plays received a (equally) nasty welcome:

‘Superabundance of foulness … wholly immoral and degenerate … you cannot have a clean pig stye’
*
‘Smells to high heaven. It is a dramatized stench.’

(from Newspaper reviews of Shaw’s Mrs.Warren’s Profession, 1905)

b) ‘This was a form of rough justice, for Shaw himself did not hesitate to criticize other writers. He was (also) fastidious about the smallest details of how his own work was presented:

‘A more horrible offense against Art than what you have put … on the cover of the Essays, has never been perpetrated even in Newcastle. I reject your handbill with disdain, with rage, with contumelious epithets….

‘Of the hellish ugliness of the block of letterpress headed ‘What the Press says’, I cannot trust myself to write, lest I be betrayed into intemperance of language … Some time ago you mentioned somethings about changing the cover … This is to give you formal notice that if you do anything of the sort … I will have your heart’s blood’.

(Bernard Shaw (1856-1950), Letter to his publisher).

c) ‘Shaw’s self-satisfaction and self-appointed status as a gadfly invoked the wrath of a wide assortment of detractors:

‘An Irish smut-dealer’ (Anthony Comstock, 1844-1915).

‘An idiot child screaming in a hospital’ (H.G.Wells, 1866-1946).

‘George Bernard Shaw, most poisonous of all the poisonous haters of England; despiser, distorter and denier of the plain truths whereby men live; topsyturvey perverter of all human relationships; menace to ordered social thought and ordered social life; irresponsible braggart, blaring self-trumpeter; idol of opaque intellectuals and thwarted females; calculus of contrariwise; fliplpertygibbet pope of chaos; portent and epitome of this generation’s moral and spiritual disorder’. (Henry Arthur Jones, 1851-1929).

d) ‘Gosse was particularly outraged by the publication of James Joyce’s monumental Ulysses. As far as he could understand it, he disapproved of it. So did almost everyone else – including, surprisingly, D.H.Lawrence, who found the work immoral:

‘The last part of it is the dirtiest, most indecent, most obscene thing ever written. Yes it is, Frieda … it is filthy.’

‘My God, what a clumsy olla putrida James Joyce is! Nothing but old fags and cabbage-stumps of quotations from the Bible and the rest, stewed in the juice of deliberate, journalistic dirty-mindedness.’ (D.H.Lawrence, 1885-1930).

‘But Lawrence’s characteristic attitude was one of rage against all the dolts who would not appreciate him:

‘Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slime, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserably sodding rotters, the flaming sods, the snivelling dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulseless lot that make up England today.

‘They’ve got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery it’s a marvel they can breed. They can nothing but frog-spawn – the gibberers! God, how I hate them!

e) ‘Leading the field as a one-man demolition squad was the cantankerous Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881), who, afflicted by cronic dyspepsia, suffered fools not gladly and his fellow writers hardly at all:

‘Charles Lamb I sincerely believe to be in some considerable degree insane. A more pitiful, rickety, gasping, staggering, stammering Tomfool I do not know’.

‘Gladstone appears to me one of the contemptiblest men I ever looked on. A poor Ritualist; almost spectral kind of phantasm of a man … (On William Ewart Gladstone)

‘I have no patience whatever with these gorilla damnifications of humanity’ (Thomas Carlyle on Charles Darwin).

Regrettably, I have to stop with these few samples so as not to risk being accused of plagiarism. Quite a buy for 75 cents – one might almost think no other burghers in our small capital understands English?

2. DIE GNOSIS. Von Hans Leisegang. Leipzig, Kröners Taschenausgabe, 1924, 404 p., org. cloth.

There are 12 chapters; here is a small sampling from chapter 12 – ‘Pistis Sophia’ (‘Glaube, Weisheit’) (page 350ff):

‘Pistis Sophia ist der Titel eines gnostischen Werkes in koptischer Sprache, das gegen Ende des 18. Jahrhunderts von einem Engländer Dr. Askew in Aegypten gefunden und 1851 von dem deutschen Professor Petermann zom ersten Male herausgegeben wurde. Es ist das einzige gnostische Buch, das uns vollstaendig erhalten ist…..

‘Der das Ganze zusammenhaltende Gedankengang ist folgender: Jesus erzaehlt im zwoelften Jahre nach seiner Auferstehung seinen auf dem Oelberg versammelten Juengern die Reise durch die Welten der Aeonen (ewige Geistwesen) und Archonten (Beherrscher des Kosmos), deren Macht er gebrochen hat.

‘Bei seinem Aufstieg begegnete ihm die Pistis Sophia, deren Schicksale ausfuehrlich geschildert werden. Sie hatte einst im dreizehnten Aeon (Ewigkeit?) ihren Wohnsitz und blickte auf zu dem Licht in der Hoehe, vom Verlangen nach der oberen Lichtwelt erfasst.

‘Dadurch zog sie sich den Hass der Archonten der zwoelf Aeonen zu. Unter ihnen wird man die den zwoelf Tierkreiszeichen entsprechenden Beherrscher des Fixsternhimmels zu verstehen haben. Zwischen ihm und dem Lichtreich, im Orte der Mitte, ausserhalb der durch den Sternenhimmel begrenzten Welt, wohnt die Sophia.

‘Durch ein Irrlicht wird sie in die Welt hinabgelockt und in die Materie verstrickt. In ihrer Verzweiflung schickt sie dreizehn Bussgebete an das Licht in der Hoehe und bittet um Erloesung von den Nachstellungen (persecutions) ihrer Feinde.

‘Als das neunte Bussgebet erklungen war, wurde Jesus auf Befehl des ersten Mysteriums in die chaotische Welt hinabgesandt. Er laesst die Pistis Sophia aus dem Chaos in einen der Welt entrueckten Ort versetzen.

‘Eine Reihe von Hymnen schickt Pistis Sophia als Dank fuer ihre Rettung aus der Not zu Gott empor. Zuletzt steigt Jesus auf und fuhrt die Pistis Sophia in ihren frueheren Wohnort, den dreizehnten Aeon, zurueck.

‘An den ihnen Erschienenen aber richten die Juenger und Maria weitere Fragen ueber die Beschaffenheit der oberen Welt, die art der Wirkung der verschiedenen Mysterien des Lichtes, die man kennen muss, um in die einzelnen Raeume des Himmels eintreten zu koennen; sie fragen nach den sittlichen Forderungen, die an den Mysten gestellt werden, nach der durch die Mysterien zu erlangenden Suendenvergebung und den Strafen, die in den aeussersten Oertern der Finsternis gebuesst werden muessen. Auf alles erhalten sie die ausfuehrlichste Belehrung.

‘Man ersieht aus diesen Fragen, was fuer den Gnostiker wichtig und wesentlich war. Es geht um das Heil der Menschenseele. Soll sie dieser Welt entrinnen koennen, so muss sie Gnosis besitzen.

‘Gnosis (Wissen, Erkenntnis) aber ist hier nichts anderes als Magie: Kenntnis der okkulten Wirkungen der Mysterien, Kenntnis der magischen Mittel, durch welsche die einzelnen Raeume des Himmels der aufstrebenden Seele erschlossen und die Kraefte der Archonten gebannt werden. Hierzu aber muss sie selbst rein sein, sie muss sich – und das wieder auf magische Weise – die Suendenvergebung sichern.’

> The above extract is less than 2 pages of the 40 pages of the whole chapter 12.

There is also an index and a helpful list of ‘gnostic words’.

It’s an outwardly very unasuming little book, printed on the poor paper quality typical of the 1920s in then economically destroyed Germany.

But seemingly the author is a true scholar, clearly able and willing to enlighten the reader. Hans Leisegang (1890-1951) was professor of philosophy at the universities of Leipzig, Jena and – after the war – in Berlin.

3. A FRONT SEAT AT THE OPERA. By George R. Marek. NewYork, 1948, Allen, Towne & Heath. 307 p., full cloth.

There are five parts:

I: A Few Glances at Opera in General.
II: Operas in Particular.
III: Some Composers.
IV: Opera in America.
V: The Public, Performers, and Performances.

From part I, p.27 – The Forgotten Man of Opera:

‘Can you tell me offhand who wrote the libretto for La Traviata or La Bohème or Rigoletto?

‘Of all creative occupations, that of the libretto writer seems to be least grateful. Anyone who has ever tried to write words to be sung knows what a devilishly difficult job that is.

‘What Mozart said still holds true – that is, that in opera the text has to be the obedient daughter of the music.

‘But for all the obedience, ingenuity and work that have gone into opera librettos, most of the writers (there are exceptions) have not only earned no fame, but are solidly wrapped in such obscurity as used to be proverbial of the vice president of the United States. Most people who go to the opera do not even understand the words they wrote – let alone remember their names.’

> An interesting issue. When listening to Opera on my radio I’ve often been starkly irritated by having to suffer being dragged through endless accounts of the silly stories that make up most operas. For me the music and melodies were always of preeminent importance.

Note 1.
‘I’ill call myself a conspiration theorist if you call yourself a coincidence theorist’. (John Judge)

Note 2.
Please compare my blog post from last December 28. (whence I repeat the highlights concerning the recent G.20 conference):

*In early a.m. of Wednesday Nov.28.2018 had vision of US-President donning his new, green Chinese generals uniform. The Uniform was however in Russian Style. Thats why I tweeted that same wednesday that Xi and US are going to embrace in #G20 and split up #Russia.

*(28.Nov.2018) In early a.m. there were rumours in the ether that US & Xi are going to embrace at G20. The split: US to have Europe to Urals, Xi to have Siberia to Urals and IL gets MiddleEast?

>The above two tweets seem to have made quite an impact. You can follow a bit of the resulting panic reaction here:

*Trump Cancels G-20 Meeting With Putin
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-11-29/trump-cancels-g-20-meeting-putin

*One Snub Too Many: Kremlin Sours On Trump As “Patience Coming To An End”
“We can do ‘give and take’ but not ‘give and give’.”
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-06/one-snub-too-many-kremlin-sours-trump-patience-coming-end

*Trump told Erdogan in the Dec. 14 call, “OK, it’s all yours. We are done.”
Turkey Says US Agreed To Vacate Syrian Kurdish Enclave As Ground Attack Imminent
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-25/turkey-says-us-agreed-vacate-syrian-kurdish-enclave-ground-attack-imminent

*(The Race to Obfuscate: Meng Wanzhou The Red Herring?)
What does NOT make sense is that the arrest happened on Saturday and markets did not find out about it until Wednesday night.
This is where what had to be a massive conspiracy of silence begins to raise some interesting questions.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-12/larry-lindsey-something-about-huawei-cfo-arrest-doesnt-make-sense

*And then? Come G20, ‘nothing’. Trump stalks the edges of G20 looking tense and defensive. He was no alpha-male, dominating these events. He looked crocked. It was all a bit of a dud, really
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-10/what-didnt-happen-g20-far-more-important-what-did

*The Presidents of two pre-eminent military and nuclear powers, who sit astride major geo-political faultlines, and who need to talk, circled each other, closed-faced, and without stretching out hands – they could not find even, the subterfuge for sitting together.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-10/what-didnt-happen-g20-far-more-important-what-did

*Jatras concludes, more in sorrow than in anger, “it would be only a small exaggeration to say that with respect to foreign and security policy, Trump is now a mere figurehead of the permanent state. Even if Trump and Putin do happen to meet again, what can the latter expect the former to say that would make any difference?”.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-10/what-didnt-happen-g20-far-more-important-what-did

>Also the former insider, gen. Wesley Clark, is obviously confused. He would be, ofcourse, because he haven’t had a chance to read my blog (unlike a few other top players), hence he simply don’t know the lay out:

*Ex-NATO Commander Wesley Clark To CNN: Did Erdogan Blackmail Trump?
“Was there a payoff or something? What was it? Why would a guy make a decision like this?”
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-24/ex-nato-commander-wesley-clark-cnn-did-erdogan-blackmail-trump

> And almost as insanely as tellingly, the US is now again preparing new sanctions on Russia – while concurrently doing everything to negotiate a trade deal with China. Sadly, on this issue nothing of real importance has changed materially since December 28th!

Note 3.
But haven’t the Danish SecretService informed and warned the Royals about being tapped and bugged? No, ofcourse not. Almost all national secret services are NOT feeling any allegiance to their nation or head of state – whatsoever.

They feel allegiance to the international secret service community. Period. The I.S.S. – a pestering sore of foulnes! (Link 12)

Link 1.

Disruption and Wispy Trails (Upd.)

Link 2.
Sverige, Oh Sverige.

Helsingborg’ske shenanigans? (updated)

Link 3.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-04-07/secret-document-reveals-plans-civil-war-lebanon-israeli-false-flags-invasion

Link 4.

THE GUSSIAN GOLD (Satire)

Link 5.

The Nice Crowd

Link 6.
The Robots’ Cash Ban

Link 7.

CHARLIE HEBDO OR DEATH BY BLACK MAGIC?

Link 8.

Le Marechal Soult – and other fatalities

Link 9.

THE GUSSIAN GOLD (A Satire)

Link 10.
Disruption and Wispy Trails (Upd.)

Link 11.
Bogsamlere Uden Bøger (rev.)

Link 12.
Madame de Staël – Proust – Russia’s Rockets – CIA’s Hit Teams (upd.)

(8./10.April./Updated.6.Sept.2019)

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The Summer Cabin – Charles Lamb – Johanne Louise Heiberg – Rudolf Schmidt – Proust

Today is Tuesday, and it’s nice out there! This Sunday, i.e. day before yesterday, I had the great pleasure being invited by my old friend J.A. to join him in an outing to his summer cabin a few miles west of Greater Copenhagen.

His cabin is on a plot of land taking up more than one acre, and the house is brand new with all reasonable amenities.

We breezed out there in his sleek BMW and stayed for about five hours.

There is a small lake on the parcel, and most of the plot is surrounded by old, real tall treas. You might perhaps regard it as a very large voliere, sort of? Except there was absolutely no birds; nil! Which frankly surprised me somewhat.

However there were lots of frogs and some insects, although perhaps mostly wasps? But it again begs the question – why no birds?

After 2-3 hours of mowing the giant lawn and all, we had one or two hours of leisure.

J.A. – like most of my old friends – is an avid and gifted amateur photographer, whence it pleased us both to inspect my ‘new’ Canon 20D digital SLR, that i had just bought that Saturday for a very reasonable 75 Kr ($10), without the lens (Note 1).

The flea-market seller insisted it was working all right. But after having charged the battery at home it turned out it didn’t; although after having manipulated the wheels and buttons and controls it slowly came to life again, and is now working fine. Probably a case of a bit of dirt and other coatings on electrical contacts.

The day was a great opportunity to get lots of real fresh air down into your lungs; also I got a chance to drive a tractor mower and push another, smaller specimen of that particular race.

I missed the birds, however, and I learned I should probably never buy a summer cabin for myself. Because I’m afraid I’ll much rather sit in my dusty and cramped living room reading books than on a tractor mowing lawns?

That same night I had a lot of quite muddled and disorderly dreams, which surprised me slightly. I mean, after having absorbed all this fresh, oxygon rich air, you would expect your spirits to have become more sound and healthy than the other way around?

One short dream stood out, however. I dreamt I was helping J.A. pulling up weeds around the hut. But the weeds were trying to pull me down into the ground with them, instead.

This strange dream has made me wondering if the sinister party that torched J.A.’s old cabin half a dozen years ago (Link 1) might perhaps have cast a hex on the place – just for good measure? Also I noted that J.A. seemingly didn’t enjoy staying inside the cabin at all.

At any rate I’m not sure I should accept another invitation to visit this cabin, even from friendly and always helpful J.A.

Yesterday the books in the Dutch book sale in the HeiligGeist Church Community House are 25 Kr each ($4). I bought a handfull, among which:

1. THE MEMOIRS OF ERNEST A. FORSSGREN – PROUST’S SWEDISH VALET. Edited and annotated by William C. Carter. Yale University press – NewHaven & London, 2006. 164 p., illustrated, hardcover & dustcover. In condition like new.

From the dustcover:

‘The memoirs of Ernest Forssgren (1894-1970), the young Swede who served as Marcel Proust’s last valet, provide new insights into Proust’s life and death.

‘Previously, Forssgren’s memoir has been published only in excerpts, in French, with serious omissions and alterations.

‘To have this memoir and the ancillary materials made available is important for Porust scholarship, and of considerable interest for a general public endlessly fascinated by Proust.

‘It should also attract those interested in American immigrant history and sociology, and those who enjoy variations of the ‘upstairs-downstairs’ theme.’

Here’s a specimen quote from page 84/85. Sorry, it’s not from his Paris days with M.Proust, but from his arrival in NewYork in April 1915:

‘It was the day after landing in NewYork and time to look for a job. I had been told the best place to get work in private service was the Seeley employment agency on West 52nd Street.

‘I had the same luck there as I had when I first arrived in Paris. I was sent to interview a Mrs. V. who lived in a mansion only a few blocks away.

‘She belonged to NewYork’s top 400. By a strange coincidence she knew Prince Orloff and had been entertained in his palace in Paris.

‘She was pleased with my very excellent European references, but remarked how badly I spoke English; so she switched to French which was as bad as my English, as far as the accent was concerned.

‘If I was satisfied to take the position at $50 per month and ‘all found’, I could start the next day, to which I agreed.

‘She rang for her butler, an Englishman, of course, and told me I was to address him by his surname J. according to English custom. I had been engaged and would he please show me my duties.

‘He was the typical English gentleman’s gentleman of impressive appearance. He was my height and yet was able to look down on me, which he did by the simple expedient of tilting his head backwards and looking down his nose.

‘The effect awed me to the point I wanted to address him ‘your majesty’ or at least your highness, but to call him plain J., I couldn’t think of it, at least I couldn’t settle for any less than Mr. J., rules or no.

‘He told me of my duties and finished by saying: ‘You speak English very badlai’, for which compliment I thanked him, but he did not catch on – what englishman could? ‘You must improve quicklai as you will be required to answer the telephoun and receive guests.’

‘He introduced me to the footman who had ushered me into the presence of the lady of the house, a pleasant appearing young man, a Scotsman, and I felt we would get along well.

‘He showed me my room which was very nice, and gave me some pointers about the rules of the house and told me I had to address the butler and ladies’ maid by their last names.

‘He showed me the help’s dining room which also served as the help’s sitting room. He introduced me to the ladies’ maid who was having a cup of tea. He had warned me I had to be especially respectful to her.

‘It seems she had been the personal maid of the ‘Duchess of Uppermost’, of London and Kent. She was frightfully upperty. I was thinking that something of the Duchess must have rubbed off on to her, a more duchessy lady I had never seen.

‘How could I call her just plain H.? I decided as for the butler and the ladies’ maid, it would have to be Mr. J. and Miss H. A more ducal pair I never saw.

‘They had their own little dining room, the three of them, Mr. j., Miss H., and Mademoiselle. They could not be expected to eat with the common servants. They were waited on by the kitchen maid the same way as the employers were waited on by the butler and footmen.’

2. THE ESSAYS OF ELIA and the LAST ESSAYS OF ELIA. & MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS & SKETCHES. (2 Vols.) By Charles Lamb. With an introduction by Robert Lynd and notes by William Macdonald. Illustrated with photogravures and drawings. London, 1929, J.M.Dent and sons. Hardcover, full cloth. The cloth bindings just a tad shabby, but inside both volumes almost like new.

Here are a few highlights from my ‘Readers Encyclopedia’:

Charles Lamb (1775-1834), Eng. essayist of the romantic period. His essays known for their humor, whimsy and faint overtones of pathos.

He was also a perceptive critic and wrote in a vivacious, ideosyncratic style.

Much loved for his personal sweetness and good humor.

Being a stammer he couldn’t qualify for a University position and worked as an accountant for the East India Co.

Here’s a specimen from vol. 2 (above), p.160 – the sketch ‘Charles Lamb’s Autobiography’:

‘Charles Lamb, born in the Inner Temple, 10th February, 1775; educated in Christ’s Hospital; afterwards a clerk in the Accountant’s Office, East India House; pensioned off from that service 1925, after thirty-three years’ service; is now a gentleman at large, can remember few specialities in his life worth noting, except that he once caught a swallow flying.

‘Below the middle stature; cast of face slightly Jewish, with no Judaic tinge in his complexional religion; stammers abominably, and is therefore more apt to discharge his occasional conversation in a quaint aphorism, or a poor quibble, than in set and edifying speeches; has consequently been libelled as a person always aiming at wit, which, as he told a dull fellow that charged him with it, is at least as good as aiming at dulness: a small eater, but not ((small)) drinker; confesses a partiality for the production of the Juniper-Berry; was a fierce smoker of tobacco, but may be resembled to a volcano burnt out, emitting only now and then a casual puff.

‘Has been guilty of obtruding upon the public a tale, in prose, called Rosamund Gray; a Dramatic sketch, named John Woodvil; a Farewell Ode to Tobacco, with sundry other Poems, and light prose matter, collected in Two slight crown Octavos, and pompously christened his Works, tho’ in fact they were his Recreations; and his true works may be found on the shelves of Leadenhall Street, filling some hundred folios.

‘He is also the true Elia, whose Essays are extant in a little volume, published a year or two since; and rather better known from that name without a meaning, than from anything he has done, or can hope to do, in his own.

‘He also was the first to draw the Public attention to the old English Dramatists, in a work called ‘Specimens of English Dramatic Writers who lived about the Time of Shakspeare’, published about fifteen years since. In short, all his merits and demerits to set forth would take to the end of Mr. Upcott’s book, and then not be told truly….’
(Charles Lamb, 10th Aprilo, 1827)

Finally yet another 75 cent book from the previous sale in the HeiligGeist Church House, this summer.

3. HAANDTEGNINGER. Af Rudolf Schmidt. 1881, København, 431 p. Bound in plain half-cloth.

For me it’s not the 11 novels in this small volume that’s interesting. It’s the authors incription on the titel page: ‘Til Fru J.L.Heiberg’.

And although hardly anyone nowadays has ever read or just heard of the author, Rudolf Schmidt (1836-99) many, or even most Danes will still know Mrs. Johanne Louise Heiberg (1812-90) by her name and profession – the famous actress. Here are a few highlights from her biografy in my Dansk Biografisk Haandleksikon (from the Danish):

Born i Copenhagen in a home of small means, that suffered much during the English bombardment of Copenhagen a few years before she was born.

Her father was reportedly rather weak, whence her vigorous mother took over; she even held open an inn during the summer season in the amusement park on Dyrehavs Bakkerne North of Copenhagen.

Not yet 11 years of age Johanne performed for the first time on the National Theatre in Copenhagen in 1823, and the following year as solo dancer.

In 1829 she was appointed Royal Actress at the Royal Theatre in Copenhagen and especially in the 1840s and 1850s she became the driving spirit of the Danish National scene.

Only certain women figures by Holberg and in particular Oehlenschläger’s Nordic lasses she did not master, reportedly.

From 1867 she jobbed as instructor but from 1874 she retired altogether from the scene, after having served it with an excellence as nobody before her.

She also was a giftet writer, particularly her letters and memoirs are noteworthy.

Among her less admirable qualities was her difficulty accepting anyones right to be hinting her not being the greatest. Nevertheless she was regarded as one of the greatest Danish women through the ages.

In 1831 She married the equally famous Danish author Johan Ludvig Heiberg (1791-1860).

I wonder how many books from her personal library are still extant?

Here a few highlights from Dansk Biografisk Haandleksikon’s biography of Rudolf Schmidt:

Born in Copenhagen as the son of a poor cobbler family. He was supported by friendly mentors, f.i. the redoubtable literary critic from the newspaper ‘Fædrelandet’, Clemens Petersen.

In the academic battles of the 1860s about the relation betw. faith and knowledge, idea and reality he advocated the philosophy of Rasmus Nielsen against theology (Scharling) and freethinkers (G.Brandes) in a suite of spirited and cleverly written articles.

He was one of the editors of the journal ‘For Idé og Virkelighed´(1869-73) and he here wrote another suite of valuable pieces.

He also wrote poems, stories and plays. While travelling in Europe in 1880 he began writing novels, the first volume of which was HAANDTEGNINGER (above).

As translator he introduced Walt Whitman into Denmark. Finally he wrote valuable articles of literary critique.

He appeared concurrently with Georg Brandes but ended up in bitter opposition to this great Danish critic, who eventually overshadowed him.

I’ve tried reading a couple of the novels in HANDTEGNINGER, and no doubt Mr. Schmidt had a supreme command of the Danish language. But I have to once more admit that fiction is simply not my cup of tea, whence I see no reason giving my opinion of one of more of the novels.

Note 1.
The Canon Eos 20D was introduced in 2004 as a medium priced option. Costing almost $2000 (in Denmark) it sported still useful 8MP but only a 1,8″ display (that’s almost useless in bright light outdoors). It’s a rather heavy camera but like all Canon digital cameras I’ve ever tried or heard of – old or new – it makes beautiful colours.

Link 1.
Småting og bagateller (2)

(27./Upd.29.Aug.2019)

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Madame de Staël – Proust – Russia’s Rockets – CIA’s Hit Teams (upd.)

(Update 14.Aug.2019) *This morning early in the A.M. had a clairvoyant vision of meeting my niece in the courtyard of my (now deceased) uncle’s farm. Nothing out of the ordinary, of course, – except she was obviously quite dead!

In an earlier post I’ve commented on threats like that (Link 1, whence I quote):

* (23.7.2019) This AM in clairvoyant vision saw my niece hanging with her head down. Obviously the DeepState psychos plan to perhaps have her kidnapped?

> The DeepState power brokers are in fact Robots! (link 2) – and love to have their SecretService kill or torture the completely innocent! Why? Because it makes the Robots feel superior to humans. Humans have empathy and cannot kill or torture the innocent!

Like expanded upon in another post (link 3, quote):

The main provenance and venue for dissemination of amorality (evil) is now probably the worlds Secret Services. They’ve managed to assume supreme power all over the world as their evil masterminds have – without too much trouble – managed to convince gullible parliaments everywhere, that the world will go under if they are not allowed to operate in total darkness, without any oversight by parliament and constitution whatsoever.

These SecretServices are arguably behind nearly all acts of terrorism in the civilized world? They are generally controlled and led by left-brain dominated entities (‘Of the Left Path’), more correctly described as psychopaths – or robots – rather than humans.

They have no ‘human feelings’ (empathy) whatsoever; in this respect they are handicapped vis-a-vis less degenerate humans, and surely they feel this handicap intensely.

This keenly felt inferiority complex makes it important for them to kill, torture and harass as many as possible; and in particular killing, tortureing and harassing the innocent make them feel superior to humans. This is because humans have emphaty and thus cannot kill or torture the innocent.

It’s this type of entities that now are the supreme leaders of the (western) world and leading us directly into the abyss.

Due to their inferiority complex robotic types of men have an extraordinary urge to climb to any leading position whenever possible. But sadly – they are ofcourse without any compass at all to successfully be at the helm and take care of the most important duties as leaders; destitute of any moral compass they can only lead you into misery and ultimate destruction.

From the dustcover of whistleblowing Mossad-agent Victor Ostrowsky’s book ‘The Other Side of Deception’ (N.Y.,1994)(note 1):

“Certainly it’s message is too chilling to be ignored: Should the world’s most famous intelligence agency continue to enjoy freedom from government oversight, it will ultimately threaten us all”.

Finally a few notes on why it’s so important just now to kill, kidnap or harass myself (or my extended family or friends).

Firstly: The US-SecretService/CIA want me on their plane back home (in a coffin) – but perhaps mostly by request of IL?

Second: Mossad is hardly amused by me elucidating on the possible, perhaps very successful attack on Russia’s missile program?

Third: Putin and his SecretService Directorate (or is it perchance the other way around?) is hardly amused by me pointing out their common predicament of allegiance? And there is such a thing as the Russian Mafia (often called the Kosher Nostra?) said to work closely together with Russian SecretPolice?

Fourth: We have already a few years ago seen how closely Mossad works with the Japanese Jakuza (link 4). Which part of the then Danish Government made the deal ‘with-the-devil’ (CIA/Mossad) alluded to in the linked post, ofcourse you don’t know. If it perchance should turn out to be one of the two leading entities in our new government, then the Danish Govt. might hypothetically feel an urgent need to have me silenced?

But which party of these may at present present the largest threat, of this ofcourse I know nil.

Here’s what I wrote yesterday (slightly expanded):

(13.Aug.2019) Today is Thursday and although it’s a bit on the soggy side in the streets here in downtown Copenhagen, ofcourse I had to take a quick look inside the HeiligGeist Church Community House.

This is because a new Dutch book sale just opened, and even though the price today is 80 DKr ($12.50) I didn’t resolutely enough resist the book-worm’s urge to buy a handful. Here’s a couple:

1. MISTRESS TO AN AGE. A Life Of Madame De Staël. By J. Christopher Herold. London 1958/1960. Readers Union. 486p., Hardcover and dustcover.

Here is what the publisher says on the dustcover flaps.

‘Germaine De Staël was the first woman of Europe during the cataclysmic eruptions of the French Revolution and the Napoleonic wars.

‘It is a rueful measure of her greatness that her own voice was heard above the roar.

‘Germaine demanded of life that it satisfy her virile thirst for glory and her feminine yearning for love. But love and glory became inextricably intertwined in her mind.

‘Her marriage to the Swedish Ambassador, de Staël, had the cognizance of Marie Antoinette, Louis XVI, Gustavus III of Sweden and William Pitt, and made her a Baroness.

‘Of her five children only the first, with any certainty, could be considered de Staël’s.

‘Talleyrand was probably the first of her lovers, Narbonne, the Minister of War, another; Benjamin Constant she held captive the longest, but a complete list of those whom she loved (they were as often concurrent as successive) would include many of the most profound political, literary and philosophical minds of her time.

‘Passion and intellect, drama and, often, comedy are intermingled in Madame de Staël’s life. In this outstanding biography, Mr.Herold has succeeded in presenting all the contradictory facets of her personality, her thought, her behaviour and her impact on her time.’

There are ten, all highly positive, reviewer’s opinions on the back of the dustcover. Her the last one:

‘Mr. Herold is the ideal biographer, sympathetic but ironical, admirable in his descriptions and summings-up, equally at home with the politics, literature and personalities of the period.’

And finally, here the first paragraph of the authors preface:

‘This work is not offered as a ‘definitive biography’. In the first place, despite the impressive literature and documentation already published on Madame de Staël and her friends, a still larger mass of material remains unknown; in the second place, definitive biographies can be written only about people who are quite dead. Sometimes, to be sure, they still show some feeble signs of life, but the definitive biographer gives them the ‘coup de grâce’.’

From the text of the book, here a sample quote (p.286):

‘When the French invaded Switzerland in 1798, Bonstetten emigrated. He had begun a lifelong friendship with Frederika Brun, the Danish poetess, in 1791, and it was at her house in Copenhagen and at her country seat, Sophienholm, that he spent the years 1798-1800.

‘Married to a rich philistine of a merchant, Frederika cultivated her frustrated sensibilities by taking opium and writing poetry. Overwrought, sentimental, platonic, and three-quarters deaf, she regarded herself as a poet of genius.

‘Her house was a literary centre; Oehlenschläger, the future national poet of Denmark, made his debut there. Under Frederika’s influence Bonstetten began to write in German, which he had nearly forgotten. He returned to Switzerland in 1801, was nursed back from a near-fatal sickness under the care of Necker and Madame de Staël, and then proceeded, as Sainte-Beuve puts it, to rejuvenate.

‘Madame Brun appeared in Geneva at about the same time. On her first visit to Coppet she arrived at dawn, was overcome by the splendours of nature, burst into a quotation from Ariosto, and sent to bed by Germaine. She was a frequent guest from 1802 to 1810, bringing Oehlenschläger and the German poet Matthisson in her wake.’

I’m sure the book will be a valuable addition to my small collection of books on and by the French.

2. A PROUST SOUVENIR. By William Howard Adams. With Period Photographs by Paul Nadar. London, 1984. 128 p., hardcover with dustcover.

This is a beautiful book, with an interesting text and beautifully printed photographs by Nadar. Here is what they say on the dustcover flaps:

‘Like all novelists, Proust nourished his creative fancy with a rich diet of fact, and a variety of fact for which he had a voracious appetite was the photograph, especially portrait photographs.

‘Not only did photography have all the allure of newness, but from the outset it was seen to offer a startling potential for revealing previously undisclosed or unspoken qualities of character.

‘In his eagerness to redeem the past by reconstructing it imaginatively, Proust often rummaged through his vast collection of photographs as a stimulus to his memory.

‘You could see’, his housekeeper wrote, ‘that his thoughts were following a kind of underground track, as if he were organizing everything into images before putting them into words.’

‘Thanking the Marquise de Brantes for the photograph she had sent him, Proust declared that his own ‘imagination’ would retouch it ‘to the point of perfect resemblance.’ ((As an old photography buff I would say, that was funny!))

‘In Paris in the ‘belle epoque’, debate and speculation raged in society circles, and has continued to this day, as to the identity of the real people on whom Proust based his characters in ‘Remembrance of Things Past’.

‘Embarrassed outrage or delight on the part of those thought to be Proust’s models has been followed by intense professional interest on the part of scholarly researchers.

‘In ‘A Proust Souvenir’ Howard Adams pursues this fascinating search for Proustian sources. Sensitively and perceptively he juxtaposes the character studies of Proust with the images of Paul Nadar, the leading Parisian portrait photographer of the day, and the principal photographic influence underlying Remembrance of Things Past.

‘Nadar’s work gives us a rare insight into the milieu Proust satirized in his masterpiece: the fifty-four portrait photographs reproduced here depict key figures active in the worlds of the aristocracy, the bourgoisie and the arts who made up Proust’s circle – diplomats, doctors, salonistes and servants, duchesses and barons, actresses and models.

‘These portraits, together with Howard Adams’ analysis of their inspirational effect on Proust, provide a fresh understanding of Proust’s life and times, and of his novels, letters and criticism.’

An highly interesting addition to my books on the Frensh; only I fear I have to give it to my kid sister, who also read (and perhaps even lectures on?) his fiction.

Finally, lets take a quick look at a few recent tweets. As usual the asterix * indicates the tweet (that may not yet be tweetet!), while the chevron > indicates my comments.

Firstly let’s recap a few lines of what I wrote here
How To Shanghai Russia’s Space Age Future? (updated)

*(1.Aug.2019) Tonite in clairvoyant vision saw someone hijack a Russian ‘Buran’ spaceship and it’s giant booster rocket-ship. Is Russia’s ‘partners’ again planning to ‘Shanghai’ the space-age future of Russia?

‘In the vision, playing out like a movie, I was there as ‘an observer’. From a kind of escort vehicle I saw the beautifully crafted, finished and colored Buran space ship after it being successfully hijacked.

‘I then saw the hijack crew working on the giant (booster) rocket-ship, still on the ground. I saw someone overwriting a ‘blackboard’ or ‘blackbox’ (with new codes?). I then woke up.’

> In the week after I wrote this, Russia has successfully tested it’s first, very large military (bomber) drone. Ofcourse the drone is no ‘Buran’ – in fact the Buran spaceship is (as far as I know) moth-balled, and not scheduled to be rejuvenated?

What I saw in my vision was an advanced air- or space-craft successfully being flown; but someone mentioned ‘Buran’, and the ‘feeling’ was of something hijacked or stolen.

But wait – hasn’t there been (at least) gossip on the web about the Buran and the bomber-drone both being ‘hijacked’ – or stolen – designs? If this is so – perhaps it was in fact the drone I saw? (I just saw the air- or space-craft from behind, like you see the back of a car in front of you on the highway).

However the vision of a ‘hijack crew’ working on the large rocket is perhaps more likely still to have been the ‘secretive missile engine’ on a teststand?

I saw persons working underneath the vertically supported, large rocket; in fact I only saw the bottom part of the rocket relatively clearly. That means the crew were working directly beneath and near to the rocket-motor.

And someone was wiping clean a blackboard obviously to substitute text with something illegal, for example a virus code?

One reason a hacking (from afar or from a mole in the workforce or among the scientists) seems likely in this case of the highly secretive rocket motor that exploded on Aug.8th, is the fact that five scientists / engineers / designers reportedly were killed in the explosion.

The fact that adequate precautions were not taken to prevent this kind of major catastrophe – that may have set the highly trumpeted rocket technology back for a long time? – seems to indicate, that the technology was already regarded as mature.

Whence no strict security measures were taken: no one had expected the set up to be hacked by trojan horses (Mossad or CIA?).

One has to supose, that IL is not satisfied with their friend Putin, that has not accepted IL to Holocaust Iran? Is the hack possibly their revenge?

Ofcourse, one has to understand and sympathize with Putin being squeezed between a rock and a hard place: Being yewish he want to accomodate IL as far as possible; but he also need Iran to secure Russia’s southern flank.

Why did Putin’s SecretService not see this coming; no doubt they read (or at least they have read!) my blog. The Russians just have to hope that the General Directorate of their SecretService don’t have precisely the same problem as Mr. Putin: Wanting to accomodate IL as far as possible?

*The powerful explosion of a secretive missile engine (on August 8.?) with an “isotope power source” blew the device into pieces and threw workers off a sea platform, Russian nuclear agency Rosatom said. Searches for the missing went on all day.
https://www.rt.com/russia/466238-russian-rocket-blast-sea-rosatom/

*Russian scientists admit they were working on miniaturized sources of nuclear energy when a rocket engine exploded Thursday Aug.8, saying the accident occurred while testing an experimental cruise missile powered by a small reactor.
https://halturnerradioshow.com/index.php/en/news-page/world/confirmed-russia-missile-test-with-nuclear-reactor-exploded-radiation-released

*The view among independent experts was that the explosion appeared to have been caused by the failure of an experimental nuclear-powered cruise missile known in Russia as the 9M730 Burevestnik and by Nato as the SSC-X-9 Skyfall.
https://halturnerradioshow.com/index.php/en/news-page/world/confirmed-russia-missile-test-with-nuclear-reactor-exploded-radiation-released

*Putin had first unveiled the experimental technology during a 2018 speech showcasing Russian defense technology developments. The chief stunning claim behind the hypersonic missile is that it can traverse the globe indefinitely at “faster than Mach 5” based on its nuclear powered core.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-08-12/russia-belatedly-admits-mystery-blast-involved-mini-nuclear-reactor

*Deadly Explosions Aside, Kremlin Says Putin’s Nuclear-Powered Missile Far Ahead Of US Technology.
“Russian developments in this area surpass the level achieved by other countries, and are quite unique.”
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-08-13/deadly-explosions-aside-kremlin-says-putins-nuclear-powered-missile-far-ahead-us

This morning I tweeted this:

*13Aug2019 Tonight had clairvoyant vision of being intercepted by two US-Am hit teams 1) Two ‘#death-like’ figures wholly cloaked in (dark brown) friars cowls 2) Three entities on Amagertorv, the middle being the white, US-Am Eagle
How To Shanghai Russia’s Space Age Future? (updated)

*13Aug2019 I Guess I have to be very careful especially if I want to visit the dutch book sale opening up today close to Amagertorv. Has CIA/Mossad instigated several recent bombings to justify Copenhagen now crawling with CIA wanting their President to have me on plane – in a coffin?

As I mentioned in the linked blog from Aug.1st (excerpts below), no doubt the US ‘SecretService/CIA would like a lot to take myself back with them – in a suitcase’?

Excerpt from what I wrote Aug.1st:

‘At the corner of a nearby building I saw a large man (abt. 6feet6 and 35 y.o.a?) standing vigil and smoking a cigarette. He was wearing a somwhat smallish(?), grey business suit and heavy black shoes, size 13?, that needed a shine.

‘By the look of his shoes he had probably been pounding a lot of pavement already, so as you almost felt sorry for him. Except he did NOT invite friendliness!

‘When he spotted me (wearing my usual summer (panama) hat) he turned his back. And as I went past him he was careful to concurrently turn his body so as to always have his back to me. He obviously didn’t want me to get a good look at his face?

‘Ofcourse I cannot tell if he was US-SecretService or CIA. But I’m not in the least surprised he knew me by sight. The instant I learned Mr. Trump was to visit Copenhagen I was ofcourse fully aware, that the SecretService/CIA would like a lot to take myself back with them – in a suitcase.

*Blast hits Copenhagen police station, second explosion in Danish capital in 4 days.
Published time: 10 Aug, 2019 06:07
https://www.rt.com/newsline/466202-copenhagen-blast-police-station-denmark/

> Has CIA/Mossad instigated the several recent bombings to justify Copenhagen is now crawling with CIA personnel – wanting their President to have me on plane – in a coffin?

Note 1.

From the dustcover of whistleblover Mossad-agent Victor Ostrovsky’s book ‘The Other Side of Deception’ (Harper Collins, NY, 1994):

“The truth about the death of Robert Maxwell and the story behind the near assassnation of George Bush are just two of the revelations contained in this headline-making account of one man’s journey into the dark heart of Mossad.

“Never has there been so detailed a look at the hidden agenda of extremists within a major intelligence agency – nor one so worrisome in its implications.

“In 1990 Victor Ostrovsky, a former Mossad agent, became an international celebrity when the state of Israel attemted to ban his first account of Mossad misdeeds, “By Way of Deception”. Few who watched that book soar to the top of the New York Times bestseller list anticipated that an even more shocking story remained to be written.

“Ostrovsky reveals here for the first time that for several years following his termination from the Mossad, he worked clandestinely with agency moderates. Under the guise of “disaffected former agent”, Ostrovsky infiltrated the KGB, MI5, and French, Jordanian and Egyptian intelligency in an attempt to derail operations planned by Mossad extremists.

“Frighteningly, the activities pursued by right-wing factions within the agency constitute a massive abuse of power that has had global concequences. They include:

– undermining the Arab-Israeli peace process through counterfeiting, assasination, and support of religious radicals

– facilitating lethal biological experiments on Palestinians and Soweto blacks

– organizing smear campaigns against world leaders

– offering support for at Soviet hard-liner coup (targeting Gorbatchev)

– killing an Israeli general, a leading German politician (the Prime-Minister of Schleswig-Holstein, Uwe Barschel), a Canadian scientist, and a Kuwaiti journalist

– using “disinformation” to trigger American combat strikes against Israel’s enemies

– and much, much more…

“With the gritty authenticity that only truth can provide and a narrative pace that rivals the very best thrillers, The Other Side of Deception stakes a powerful claim to being THE espionage read of the year. Certainly its message is too chilling to be ignored: Should the world’s most famous intelligence agency continue to enjoy freedom from government oversight, it will ultimately threaten us all”.

Link 1.

Mossad Safe Space & War on Iran? (updated)

Link 2.
Photography, Your Brain and Napoleon

The Robots’ Cash Ban

Link 3.
Fleas On The Loose?

Link 4.
Spooky Times: Seriality or Jakuza?

(13./Updated.14./16.Aug.2019)

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http://blocnotesimma.wordpress.com

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Fleas On The Loose?

Today is Saturday and it’s quite nice out there. A bit on the windy side, perhaps – which I like a lot; makes everything seem a bit more living, the trees, the clouds, the flowers, – and even Earthlings seem slightly more alive?

Generally this is pleasently at variance with society at large: Because our western civilization is clearly dying, – and fast.

Nay, more specific and to the point, the whole Earthly civilization is obviously at this point of time just Dead Man Walking. Sad but true.

The culprit is, ofcourse, the death of morals; a deadly scourge of amorality now spreading with lightning speed over all of Earth from one or more ‘black holes’ in the old or new world.

The main provenance and venue for dissemination of amorality (evil) is now probably the worlds Secret Services. They’ve managed to assume supreme power all over the world as their evil masterminds have – without too much trouble – managed to convince gullible parliaments everywhere, that the world will go under if they are not allowed to operate in total darkness, without any oversight by parliament and constitutions whatsoever.

Ofcourse the exact opposite will be the case.

These SecretServices are arguably behind nearly all acts of terrorism in the civilized world? They are generally controlled and led by left-brain dominated entities (‘Of the Left Path’), more correctly described as psychopaths – or robots – rather than humans.

They have no ‘human feelings’ (empathy) whatsoever; in this respect they are handicapped vis-a-vis less degenerate humans, and surely they feel this handicap intensely.

This keenly felt inferiority complex makes it important for them to kill, torture and harass as much and as many as at all possible; and in particular killing, tortureing and harassing the innocent make them feel superior to humans. This is because humans have emphaty and thus cannot kill or torture the innocent.

Due to their inferiority complex the robotic type of man have an extraordinary urge to climb to any leading position whenever possible. But sadly – they are ofcourse without any compass at all to successfully be at the helm and take care of even the most basic duties as leaders; destitute of any moral compass they can only lead you into misery and ultimate destruction.

From the dustcover of whistleblowing Mossad-agent Victor Ostrowsky’s book ‘The Other Side of Deception’ (N.Y.,1994)(note 1)

“Certainly it’s message is too chilling to be ignored: Should the world’s most famous intelligence agency continue to enjoy freedom from government oversight, it will ultimately threaten us all”.

Like I’ve said before, to have or feel morality means to have and feel responsibility for ‘our common Cosmic origin and heritage’. (link 1 & 2)

But everywhere you see – as they fittingly say in German ‘wohin man sieht’ – you see the exact opposite.

But – as likewise exposed before – destitute of a genuine moral compass Earthlings will be totally unable to navigate and cope with the extreme dangers of an unforgiving Universe: They are then in fact Dead Men Walking! (link 3)

This almost total absence of morals is certainly – and perhaps even notably? – ubiquitous in Danish society.

You can behold it f.i. in the Comic Opera just now playing out in the fight for power – note, not for ideas but just for the naked power, just like naughty children fight for power in the schoolyard – in the political party of the former PM. (And, tellingly, a large part of the mainstream press only has this struggle for power – not for ideas – in their telescope) (Link 6)

Or you can encounter this in your daily petty tasks and events – like the following incident for example – so childishly irresponsible that you have to cry but also roll on the floor laughting at the same time!

Yesterday I talked to the friendly manager of a large photo store near the Royal Theater in downtown Copenhagen.

Somehow we got to talk of this summers flea markets popping up all over the city. I mentioned I rarely visit these markets now from fear of hauling more old cameras home with me.

Instead, I said, perhaps I should consider taking some of my stuff, deemed not usable or desirable any more, to one of the flea markets and try to sell it.

My friend thought that was a great idea. He even wanted me to take some stuff from his shop with me to sell. Which I ofcourse had to decline.

Mainly because I am very well aware that the SecretService / SecretPolice will swoop down hard on me, if they could in any way, form or fashion prove I had taken stuff – however minute! – directly from a shop to the market stall.

And you can bet your bottom buck they’ll be there; after all the SecretService / SecretPolice has a staff of about 1000 persons. Who does what? They don’t do counter-espionage – like trying to block alien agents from harassing or killing Danish citizens or f.i. the family of acting (foreign) ministers; that would apparantly not interest them even remotely? (link 5)

Question: Do they always have available personnel if some alien agents want help with harassing, kidnapping or assassinating Danish citizens? Would they always have personnel available to harass any citizen on a flea market – because this is definitely very important for ‘national security’? Oh, and yes, I talk and I ask on the basis of about 25 years of harassment!

But back to our friendly photo store. I bought a few items on the cheap, stuff that I mostly wanted for my own use: F.i. a compact Tokina Zoom lens for the Pentax-A system – which makes it usefull for my digital Pentax. Personally I often prefer manual focus lenses even for my digital SLRs.

And a Canon 28mm f.2,0 wide angle lens for analog Canon. This one had a bad case of fungus growth on at least one inside lens surface; but as I own a good deal of special tools, I thought I could perhaps fix it (it turned out I couldn’t).

The 28mm f.2 lens is not very common; I saw only two specimens for sale on German ebay yesterday, priced at abt. $200.

Hence I thought I could risk paying 200 DKr (abt. $30) for the two items; in the bargain I got three more items – mostly without real value, though.

That evening I threw some of the stuff I don’t really want any more into a couple of small suitcases, planning to take them to one of this Saturday’s fleamarkets. But already my sixth sense had begun making me wary.

In the night I experienced this:

Firstly – in two clairvoyant dreams I was ‘sternly’ warned not to go to the market today. (I’ill be so kind and spare the esteemed reader for the dreary details).

Secondly – someone or something ‘banged a door’ the whole night – that is, from approx. the time I went to sleep (shortly before midnight) and until (almost) exactly 6 in the morning, when I rose (and normally would have risen to be on schedule for the market).

This apparent ‘banging of a door’ the whole night is ofcourse more than a little suspicious. Who on earth would bang a door throughout more than six hours of the night? The bangs, at least twice or trice each hour, were so loud that the walls of my appartment actually quivered.

Hence the bangs must have originated rather close by, either above or below (you cannot really tell if either). And even if it was a bit windy in the night, in the morning there didn’t seem to be large, open windows – with or without storm fasteners.

But luckily – we are not conspiracy theorists! On the contrary, – we are coincidence theorists! That’s why we can conclude with near absolute and positive certainty, that said ‘banging’ (obviously not just a sound but an actual physical banging on some fixture in a nearby flat) was certainly not caused by any sort of malign cabal of the SecretService and/or their friends.

Also that would have been preposterous, really, because it hypothetically might have had the hoped for consequense of making my sleep fitful and shallow so as to prevent me from telepathically receive clairvoyant warnings during the night.

In an earlier post I’ve – then perhaps somewhat outlandishly? – hypothetized, that said large photo store has been bugged by the SecretService and/or their friends. But now I’m afraid I have to necessarily regard this as affirmed, as I didn’t discuss my flea-market plans with anybody else.

But in the end I feel it’s safe to say we now know our Danish SecretService would never stoop to the unfathomable lows of aiding and abetting a rogue, foreign SecretService with kidnapping or assassinating one of their law-abiding citizens!

Even if said citizen occasionally had criticized the Ministry of Justice and their SecretService for their way of handling certain, minor matters – like f.i. the very minor matter of an attempted, but only NEARLY fatal, assassination plot targeting the wife of an acting Danish foreign minister (link 5).

But as it happened I didn’t feel like partaking in the fleamarket today, anyway. Perhaps another Saturday, who knows? By the way, the weather today turned out to be nearly perfect for the event.

Come to think of it: Day before yesterday (Thursday) in the morning at abt. 9.50 I chanced to meet a gentleman in front of our appartment house, that certainly did not ‘belong there’.

Said gentleman was just mounting or dismounting his bike on the sidewalk directly in front of our house. Ofcourse I can’t know, if he had been visiting or perhaps planned to visit our house.

He could be around 25-28 and about my size (6feet2) and perhaps weighing in at about 85 kg? His apparel was slightly uniform-like, – dark blue trousers, blue shirt and black rucksack. He was dark and unfriendly, and he had Mossad/CIA written all over him.

I believe it’s perhaps the first time in twentyfive years I’ve encountered someone directly in front of our building not returning my greeting.

He obviously did neither belong in our house, our city nor our country. Where did he belong then? Perhaps a Mossad or CIA facility somethere north of central Copenhagen, where he may have been heading?

That morning I had been down in our basement to attend to my laundry and any SecretService agent observing my activities would know, that when I tended the washing machine for the second time (to empty it) I would normally be busy in the basement for about 5 minutes.

Five minutes would be more than adequate for someone to leave (or enter) one of the flats nearby, and our building, without me observing him/her. But as it happened, the timer clock on the washing machine had reset.

Noting there was still 23 minutes till finished I just turned around on my heel and retraced my steps up and around to the street door. Question: Did I in fact surprise a foreign secret agent / assassin in front of our house?

No, ofcourse not. Like I’ve said repeatedly – our landlord family are honourable, honest, lawabiding people that would never, willingly, partake in the assassination of one or more of their tenants!

Likewise we now know with a high degree of certainty, that the Danish SecretService is mostly inhabited by a honourable, honest, lawabiding staff, that tries to always operate in strict conformity with our constitution. It goes without saying, really!

Note 1.

From the dustcover of whistleblover Mossad-agent Victor Ostrovsky’s book ‘The Other Side of Deception’ (Harper Collins, NY, 1994):

“The truth about the death of Robert Maxwell and the story behind the near assassnation of George Bush are just two of the revelations contained in this headline-making account of one man’s journey into the dark heart of Mossad.

“Never has there been so detailed a look at the hidden agenda of extremists within a major intelligence agency – nor one so worrisome in its implications.

“In 1990 Victor Ostrovsky, a former Mossad agent, became an international celebrity when the state of Israel attemted to ban his first account of Mossad misdeeds, “By Way of Deception”. Few who watched that book soar to the top of the New York Times bestseller list anticipated that an even more shocking story remained to be written.

“Ostrovsky reveals here for the first time that for several years following his termination from the Mossad, he worked clandestinely with agency moderates. Under the guise of “disaffected former agent”, Ostrovsky infiltrated the KGB, MI5, and French, Jordanian and Egyptian intelligency in an attempt to derail operations planned by Mossad extremists.

“Frighteningly, the activities pursued by right-wing factions within the agency constitute a massive abuse of power that has had global concequences. They include:

– undermining the Arab-Israeli peace process through counterfeiting, assasination, and support of religious radicals

– facilitating lethal biological experiments on Palestinians and Soweto blacks

– organizing smear campaigns against world leaders

– offering support for at Soviet hard-liner coup (targeting Gorbatchev)

– killing an Israeli general, a leading German politician (the Prime-Minister of Schleswig-Holstein, Uwe Barschel), a Canadian scientist, and a Kuwaiti journalist

– using “disinformation” to trigger American combat strikes against Israel’s enemies

– and much, much more…

“With the gritty authenticity that only truth can provide and a narrative pace that rivals the very best thrillers, The Other Side of Deception stakes a powerful claim to being THE espionage read of the year. Certainly its message is too chilling to be ignored: Should the world’s most famous intelligence agency continue to enjoy freedom from government oversight, it will ultimately threaten us all”.

Link 1.

Kai Friis Moeller – H.G. Wells – Queen Christina – Madame de Pompadour

Link 2.
https://blocnotesimma.wordpress.com/2016/09/01/fugleperspektiv/ (in Danish)

Link 3.
Giraudoux – H.D.Lawrence – Littré (upd.)

Louis Sancho and the CERN/LHC

http://blocnotesimma.wordpress.com/2013/07/25/danmark-i-kosmos/ (in Danish)

Link 4.
How To Shanghai Russia’s Space Age Future? (updated)

Link 5.
CHARLIE HEBDO OR DEATH BY BLACK MAGIC?

Link 6.

THE GUSSIAN GOLD (Satire)

Link 7.
Photography, Your Brain and Napoleon

The Robots’ Cash Ban

(10./Upd.16.Aug./24.Aug.2019)

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http://blocnotesimma.wordpress.com

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The Country House

(7.Aug.2019) Today is Wednesday and a real nice day here in downtown Copenhagen. Yesterday I finally managed to make up my mind to call two of my old and, for many years, rather close friends, D. and W. They have now grown old and frail, both being in their mid to late eighties. And I have to admit I haven’t called them often enough, recently.

D. is now in a very nice nursing home North of Copenhagen and is, as the incredibly good sport she is, trying her best to enjoy herself – and her company.

I think it’s fair to say, that she is the best ‘girlfriend’ I’ve had for 25 years, even if we never lived or slept together. She was so much fun to be with, even in her late seventies – intelligent and funny, fair and broadminded and cultured. Never, ever did she complain, wail or lament anything, even if she certainly had her share of burdens to carry.

Being of distinguished family (her grandmother was born on the perhaps prettiest castle-like country house in all of Sealand) she claims in her youth to have been invited (three times!) by the (now deceased) Queen-mother to apply for the position as nanny for the Princess that is now our Queen.

I dare say they couldn’t have got a better person for the job; but she declined on account, she says, she was afraid not to become married!

She said yesterday she was glad I called her; frankly I’ve got the impression she now prefers me to not visit her too often – too much trouble – but rather to call.

However my call to W. didn’t fare so well. He picked up the receiver, all right, but obviously couldn’t hear me talking. As we until recently were rather close friends for almost two decades, ofcourse I’m a bit worried, whence I’ve tried to contact his family pr. email – approx. like this:

Hello,

I’ve tried to telephone your father a few times recently. But to no avail, even if he does pick up the receiver. He tries to say something, but obviously cannot hear me talking, much less understand me.

This is why I would like to ask you if to your knowledge your father is perhaps very ill? Or ‘just’ generally weakened by old age? Admittedly I haven’t talked to him for about a year.

Can you possibly indicate if it would be convenient to him for me to visit him?

Kind regards –

Trouble was, that I wasn’t sure I had a valid email address; but the message nevertheless seems to have gone through, all right.

Because this morning I had a clairvoyant vision like this: I saw someone examining a bag of some sort, perhaps like a small bag hidden inside a larger one; there was a powder like substance on the small bag, which was examined closely and critiscized.

Exposition: The vision most likely would relate to the Danish proverbial saying: ‘Han har ikke rent mel i posen’ – which translates literally like this: ‘He doesn’t have only genuine flour in his sack’ (there is probably a corresponding English proverb, whose exact form I don’t know, however, and am unable to conveniently find in the café I’m writing this).

Ofcourse you cannot blame this elderly gentleman’s family for being suspicious. Especially as I seem to be aware his progeny was never very close to him, and hence most likely don’t know much about his friendships.

Our common interest is, or was, predominantly that of photography. He is one of less than a handful of my friends, who had a deep and genuine interest in working with – and sometimes also collecting – old photographic apparatus.

To that end we travelled all over Northern Europe in his various, fast BMWs: from Amsterdam to Berlin and Hamburg to Munich. We were even together in Paris at one time, though by plane.

Likewise I’ve often visited him, mostly staying overnight, in his large, somewhat lonely, country house.

But for several years now, it’s often been difficult for me to travel to this rather remote place on account I’ve had to consider my own (and his) security (link 1, in danish). I think my most recent visit was about three years ago.

This predicament has been especially inconvenient, as I’ve most often had a lot of trouble finding a suitable excuse, when I’ve had to cancel an appointment on account being warned clairvoyantly. As you may know by now (link 2), most genuine photographers are heavily left-brain dominated and have no idea of cabals whatsoever.

Ofcourse it would be impossible for me to now visit his place alone; that would be far too dangerous both for myself and perhaps especially for W. Firstly – elderly people most often become somewhat suspicious; they are not only increasingly unable to discern friend from foe; but they also become forgetful, and if they happen to have lost account of something, large or minute, they naturally tend to suspect any visitor.

Also, and worse, – it would perhaps be too hard for CIA/Mossad to withstand the temptation to mix in the fray. I mean, wouldn’t it be SO nice, if W. would just please (if not all by himself, then perhaps by a small amount of push and shove from someone aided and abetted by our friendly SecretPolice?) fall and hit himself, perhaps fatally, on his head a few minutes after I’ve left his place?

The SecretService/SecretPolice would then have a wonderful – so avidly sought after? – opportunity to go after myself with everything they have – ‘throw the book after me’, as they say.

So things are getting complicated, I’m afraid. It seems I could not count on his family to join me in paying him a short visit; and if not I would probably have to call it a day.

Link 1.

Here is a small sample of three of the clairvoyant dreams with warnings I’ve experienced since about 2000.
(extracts, translated from Danish original found on
https://blocnotesimma.wordpress.com/2014/04/03/nyheder-eller-ikke-3/ )

1. In the late half of the nineties I was introduced to the above (elderly) gentleman by a friendly photo-dealer in Jutland.

We both shared an avid interest in nature photography with old, classic or antique cameras and the second time we met he invited me to accompany him in his car that same day to a camera show in Hamburg.

A camera show – in Germany called Fotobörse – is a meeting place and flea market for amateur photographers and collectors of classic or antique photographic paraphernalia.

Until this trip by car to Hamburg I had never considered driving my own car in a forign country, but I soon learned this was no big deal. In fact drivers in Northern Gernamy (but not necessarily in Southern Gernamy!) are no doubt more considerate and patient than in my home city, Copenhagen.

This is why I occasionally have driven to Hamburg – or even Berlin – after I got the chance a few years later to buy a small Mitsubitshi for $1000.

At some point in the late 2000’s I had planned a trip to Hamburg. But eventually I felt I had to cancel it because of a warning dream I had shortly before I was scheduled to leave.

It was the first of several subsequent dreams in which I likewise was warned not to go. This first dream went like this:

I dreamt an old woman was standing in the courtyard to my mothers birthplace, a small farm in Northern Jutland.

She was standing just outside the front door; old and lean, and somewhat stooped, wearing an old fashioned, dark dress.

She faced me directly and said – clearly, earnestly and urgently – STOP! STOP!

Just that, and I couldn’t discern her face.

I didn’t dare ignore this commendably brief and clear warning, and cancelled my trip.

2. The next warning dream was occasioned by an invitation from the above mentioned friend, must have been just around 2010. He wanted me to, once again, visit him in his rather remotely situated country house on the South-Danish isle Langeland, and which I had thankfully accepted.

But a couple of nights before I was scheduled to leave for the trip I had a quite unusual, likewise obviously clairvoyant warning dream.

Not only was the dream scary, but rather downright chocking, and was felt like going on for almost the whole night, approximately like this:

I saw (and heard) one (or more) helicopter(s) land close by my friends country house – on the large lawn and ‘by high noon’.

Exciting one of them were several ‘commandos’ with a stretcher. I saw one of the commandos – a ‘navy seal type’ – quite clearly, inc. his head and face.

He had a black rag around his head, like a pirate, and he said (approx:). ‘You have now made fools of us for 3 months’.

I then woke up, already somewhat disturbed. But soon went to sleep again, as I’m normally an easy sleeper.

But just to soon after wake up again ‘with helicopters buzzing and whirring all around me’; and to jump out of bed, all disturbed again. This was repeated twice or trice, until I was through with sleeping for good.

This morning I was obviously quite disturbed and had to cancel the trip.

3. In a recent comment on http://aanirfan.blogspot.com/2017/08/kidnapped-model-chloe.html?showComment=1502197789860#c3380968984860953914
I responded the following to another commenters link to a movie about the April.10 2010 plane crash in Smolensk, where much of the then Polish Government/Military leadership perished (here slightly amended):

“In April 2010 NATO staged a major navy exercise “Brilliant Mariner”. The theatre of operations was primarily placed in Danish waters including around the northern part of Jutland (the command center was in the Northern town of Frederikshavn).

“I had long planned to visit my uncle and spend perhaps a week on his small farm in the rather lonely area just South of the Bay of Vixoe / Bay of Jammer, midway between the small, regional cities of Thisted and Fjerritslev in the Northwest part of Jutland, where I grew up.

“A few days before I had to go I began dreaming of one, two or three commandos landing by parachute in the nightly woods, moors and wetlands in the vicinity of the farm.

“This occured repeatedly during two or three nights and the “atmosphere” in these dreams was saturated with gloom and danger. Consequently I decided to devise a pretext for not going.

“By studying the NATO homepage I found, that a few (I seem to recall 4) aircraft were not accounted for. All other aircraft were meticulously listed with type and registration.

“I suspected the “missing” planes perhaps might be Polish helicopters that seemed to have had space provided for them on certain Polish ships. These helicopters might perhaps have been anonymized?

“More dirctly to the crash I remember I happened to read a report in one of the (Swedish?) papers. Here a nearby gas station assistant told she heard a sizzling sound in the air right around or slightly before the time of the crash, and being puzzled by hearing neither crash nor explosion.

“One wonders if the sizzling sound possibly could have been from helicopters flying in “stealth mode”?

“Depending of the position of their motherships the helicopters may be expected to have been able to operate both above Northern Jutland as well as near Smolensk?”

Link 2.
The Putsch and the Hit-Squad (upd.)

Photography, Your Brain and Napoleon

(7.Aug./most recent update 4.Sept.2019)

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How To Shanghai Russia’s Space Age Future? (updated)

(Aug.1.) Today is a real nice summer day here in downtown Copenhagen. Crossing the City Hall Square a short way from the café where I’m writing this, I noticed the first signs of the impending visit in Copenhagen by US-President, Mr. Trump.

At the corner of a nearby building I saw a large man (abt. 6feet6 and 35 y.o.a?) standing vigil and smoking a cigarette. He was wearing a somwhat smallish(?), grey business suit and heavy black shoes, size 13?, that needed a shine.

By the look of his shoes he had probably been pounding a lot of pavement already, so as you almost felt sorry for him. Except he did NOT invite friendlyness!

When he spotted me (wearing my usual summer (panama) hat) he turned his back. And as I went past him he was careful to concurrently turn his body so as to always have his back to me. He obviously didn’t want me to get a good look at his face?

Ofcourse I cannot tell if he was US-SecretService or CIA. But I’m not in the least surprised he knew me by sight. The instant I learned Mr. Trump was to visit Copenhagen I was ofcourse fully aware, that the SecretService/CIA would like a lot to take myself back with them – in a suitcase.

Twenty minutes later I spotted three gentlemen walking together past the Café. They were all well fed, middle aged men and looking well pleased with themselves and their job. They all wore identical, blue business suits and likewise all wore a badge on their lapel with the colours of the Stars and Stripes. It seems like the presidential ‘security details’ are not wasting much time?

Below is what I wrote last Thursday, Aug.1.

Today is Thursday and it’s wet out there. Why not, then, spend a few minutes taking a quick look at a few of my recent tweets? (As usual the asterix * indicates the tweet while a chevron > indicates my comment; some tweets may not yet be tweeted).

* 1. (1.Aug.2019) Today in early AM had clairvoyant vision of young teenage girl held captive, crying. Are Mossad and/or their friends once again planning to kidnap my nephew’s young girl? Ofcourse we now know the Global power-brokers may often have a penchant for young teen-age girls? (link 1)

* 2. (1.Aug.2019) Tonite in clairvoyant vision saw someone hijack a Russian ‘Buran’ spaceship and it’s giant booster rocket-ship. Is Russia’s ‘partners’ again planning to ‘Shanghai’ the space-age future of Russia? (link 2)

> In the vision, playing out like a movie, I was there as an observer. From a kind of escort vehicle I saw the beautifully crafted, finished and colored Buran space ship after it being successfully hijacked.

I then saw the hijack crew working on the giant (booster) rocket-ship, still on the ground. I saw someone overwriting a ‘blackboard’ or ‘blackbox’ (with new codes?). I then woke up.

(Update Aug.19.) “In the week after I wrote this, Russia has successfully tested it’s first, very large military (bomber) drone. Ofcourse the drone is no ‘Buran’ – in fact the Buran spaceship is (as far as I know) moth-balled, and not scheduled to be rejuvenated?

“What I saw in my vision was an advanced air- or space-craft successfully being flown; but someone mentioned ‘Buran’, and the ‘feeling’ was of something hijacked or stolen.

“But wait – hasn’t there been (at least) gossip on the web about the Buran and the bomber-drone both being ‘hijacked’ – or stolen – designs? If this is so – perhaps it was in fact the drone I saw? (I just saw the air- or space-craft from behind, like you see the back of a car in front of you on the highway).

“However the vision of a ‘hijack crew’ working on the large rocket is perhaps more likely still to have been the ‘secretive missile engine’ on a teststand?

“I saw persons working underneath the vertically supported, large rocket; in fact I only saw the bottom part of the rocket relatively clearly. That means the crew were working directly beneath and near to the rocket-motor.

“And someone was wiping clean a blackboard obviously to substitute text with something illegal, for example a virus code?

“One reason a hacking (from afar or from a mole in the workforce or among the scientists) seems likely in this case of the highly secretive rocket motor that exploded on Aug.8th, is the fact that five scientists / engineers / designers reportedly were killed in the explosion.

“The fact that adequate precautions were not taken to prevent this kind of major catastrophe – that may have set the highly trumpeted rocket technology back for a long time? – seems to indicate, that the technology was already regarded as mature.

“Whence no strict security measures were taken: no one had expected the set up to be hacked by trojan horses (Mossad or CIA?).

“One has to supose, that IL is not satisfied with their friend Putin, that has not accepted IL to Holocaust Iran? Is the hack possibly their revenge?

“Ofcourse, one has to understand and sympathize with Putin being squeezed between a rock and a hard place: Being yewish he want to accomodate IL as far as possible; but he also need Iran to secure Russia’s southern flank.

“Why did Putin’s SecretService not see this coming; no doubt they read (or at least they have read!) my blog. The Russians just have to hope that the General Directorate of their SecretService don’t have precisely the same predicament as Mr. Putin: Wanting to accomodate IL as far as possible?” (Link 5a)

As the recent Shanghai trade talks between China and the US was concluded yesterday after only a few hours of meetings (a ‘working dinner’ tuesday and talks in the AM yesterday, wednesday), perhaps we should consider what was REALLY discussed in Shanghai?

Because, for a small army of important, high-power US-Government officials to travel all the way from Washington to Shanghai just to enjoy a dinner and talk for a few hours, there would have been some VERY important issues on the agenda. (link 6)

Personally I’ve had a hard time believing these important gentlemen would travel that long just to talk a few hours about issues that perchance could have been settled as well or better over the internet or by phone. At the very least the talks must have been very poorly prepared?

But I tend to rather believe, that at least one strategically much more important issue was discussed. Something far too sensitive to be discussed over any kind of internet- or satellite-link.

What issue might that be? Perhaps the same phantom that seems to have visited at the most recent G.20 conference?

Please compare my blog post from last December 28., whence I here repeat the highlights:

*In early a.m. of Wednesday Nov.28.2018 had vision of US-President donning his new, green Chinese generals uniform. The Uniform was however in Russian Style. That’s why I tweeted that same wednesday that Xi and US are going to embrace in #G20 and split up #Russia.

*(28.Nov.2018) In early a.m. there were rumours in the ether that US & Xi are going to embrace at G20. The split: US to have Europe to Urals, Xi to have Siberia to Urals and IL gets MiddleEast?

> The above two tweets seem to have made quite an impact. You can follow a bit of the resulting panic reaction here (link 2).

Perhaps the most recent Shanghai talks are much more likely to have been – once again – about robbing Russia blind and how to split the spoils? In other words – how to ‘shanghai’ Russia’s space age future? (link 3)

Among the most important particulars coming up would be – and above all others, perhaps – the question of Iran. Putin’s Israeli friends reportedly want to holocaust Iran – and badly?

But how could the US-IL Government go about making this happen without China getting into a frenzy? After all – China needs oil, and the US has recently been harassing and threatening suppliers from Syria, Venezuela and now Iran.

Perhaps by handing Taiwan (and HongKong?) to the Chinese. Also, perhaps, by making Russia desperate to sell oil to the Chinese? (NordStream2!)

Without Iran securing Russia’s underbelly and with China perhaps secretly being treacherous, Russia may be sunk? I.e. – no space-age future?

One important nail in Russia’s coffin would be the US threatening or convincing Poland and especially Denmark to continue to openly sabotage the NordStream2 undersea oil pipeline from Russia to Germany.

It’s no doubt mainly in this perspective you have to see the recently announced visit by US-President Trump to Poland (Sept.1st) and Denmark (Sept.2-3.): It will not just be a cosy get-together with a young and pretty, US-IL-friendly (remember the Drudgereport endorsement – link 4) Danish PM. It’s much more likely to be hardball about Global agression and domination.

In fact the visit to Denmark happened to be announced yesterday – i.e. more or less concurrently with the Shanghai team returning to Washington.

To break Putin’s Russia – so important for Israel and the US – the disruption of the NordStream2 pipeline is still deemed to be of paramount importance (link 5).

The Russian economy is already stagnating, partly on account of US-american sanctions, and partly, perhaps, because of the wast billionaire riches hidden in off-shore accounts – said to amount to upward of 60% of the Russian GNP.

Link 1.

“Rise and Kill First.” – The Secret Israeli Worldwide Assassination Program. Book Review

The Nice Crowd

Link 2.

Malebranche, Carlyle, Stefan Zweig And Your Pet

SWEDBANK – Kirstjen Nielsen – IS WAR COMING

Link 3.
Paul Craig Roberts Exposes An Economy Based On Plunder
…the long history of American capitalism fed by plunder seems to be coming to an end simultaneously with the ability of the US central bank to protect existing financial wealth…
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-08-03/americas-collapse-paul-craig-roberts-exposes-economy-based-plunder

THE GUSSIAN GOLD (Satire)

Link 4.
The Putsch and the Hit-Squad (updated)

‘Forvandlingskuglen er rullet ind i Statsministeriet: Hvem er det præcist, som har magten?
Hvordan ser det socialdemokrati, vi har fået til magten, ud, og hvad vil det? Sandheden er, at ingen aner det’.
https://www.berlingske.dk/kommentatorer/forvandlingskuglen-er-rullet-ind-i-statsministeriet-hvem-er-det

Den nye, ‘socialdemokratiske’ kompas-ross’?
»Vi vil lade det socialdemokratiske kompas lede og styre os,« sagde Mette Frederiksen, da hun for en måneds tid siden stod med sit nye ministerhold foran Amalienborg.
https://www.berlingske.dk/kommentatorer/forvandlingskuglen-er-rullet-ind-i-statsministeriet-hvem-er-det

Men alle adspurgte eksperter har tilsyneladende haft kollektivt hukommelses-østersø-iltsvind – NordStream2 er glemt! (Ofcourse, the new Danish Govt. doesn’t want to be exposed as just another US-puppet, like the previous; and the so-called ‘experts’ most often just broadcast what the Govt. want: It’s easier!):

‘Fem grunde til, at Donald Trump vil besøge Danmark’
https://www.dr.dk/nyheder/indland/fem-grunde-til-trump-vil-besoege-danmark

Link 5.

THE GUSSIAN GOLD (Satire)

“Now hardly anyone can say when the first gas will flow, because everyone is waiting for an answer from the Danes. They are openly delaying the approval process. They are openly pressured by the United States. The Danes have been reviewing Gazprom’s applications for more than two years now, while having authorized the rival Baltic Pipe gas pipeline from Norway to Poland [without delay],” said Igor Yushkov, leading analyst with the Russian National Energy Security Fund, as cited by Sputnik
https://www.rt.com/business/465562-nordstream-gas-launch-december/

Tehran Urges China To Buy More Iranian Oil As It Feasts On Saudi Crude
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-07-29/iran-urges-china-buy-more-iranian-oil-it-feasts-saudi-crude

Link 5a.
Madame de Staël – Proust – Russia’s Rockets – CIA’s Hit Teams (upd.)

Link 6.
…We look forward to continuing our positive dialogue with China on a comprehensive Trade Deal, and feel that the future between our two countries will be a very bright one!
— Donald J. Trump (@ realDonaldTrump) August 1, 2019
(posted on rt. at 17.30, but unclear if Moscow or London time)
https://www.rt.com/business/465590-trump-china-tariffs-more/

But shortly after, the honeymoon seemed over? Was this blog-post – i.e. the 1st edition of the post you are reading right now and that was published on Aug.1. at abt. 3.30.PM.MET – actually resulting in a new panic? (Note: Very difficult to ascertain precise timeline as newsreports (as well as blog-hosts) almost always are omitting time of day):

The US on Thursday (Aug.1.) unexpectedly announced on Twitter that starting September 1 it would impose a 10-percent tariff on an additional $300 billion in Chinese goods…
‘It’s astonishing and inexplicable that the White House changed its tune overnight and is wielding the tariff stick once again.’
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-08-02/stock-losses-accelerate-china-warns-temperamental-us-will-suffer-more-pain

Like in Washington, the comments in Beijing were initially positive:

Hu Xijin, editor-in-chief of China’s state-run Global Times tabloid, wrote on Twitter that the negotiators had “efficient and constructive” exchanges.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-07-31/us-china-trade-talks-collapse-after-half-day-negotiations

“The two sides discussed increasing purchase of U.S. farm products and the U.S. side agreed to create favorable conditions for it. They will hold future talks,” Hu said, without elaborating.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-07-31/us-china-trade-talks-collapse-after-half-day-negotiations

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If Iran is Destroyed, Can the Human Race Survive?

NEO: If Iran is Destroyed, Can the Human Race Survive?

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(Published Aug.1. at abt. 3.30.PM.MET – last updated Aug.19.)

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Giraudoux – H.D.Lawrence – Littré (upd.)

A five-minute walk from the café in downtown Copenhagen where I’m writing this, the Dutch book sale in the HeiligGeist Church Community House has now closed down the most recent event (the friendly folks at Nordisk-Antikvariat are, however, scheduled to start a new episode on Aug.13). Here’s some of what I found recently (at a price of 5 Kr or 10 Kr ($0,75 – 1,50) respectively).

As usual I give sample quotes in the language of the book.

1. FRANSKE EMNER. Af Tage Brüel. København, 1946, Wivels Forlag. 175 p. Softcover. (5 Kr)

I’m rather sure I already own a copy of this thin volume, but at 75 cents, and as this specimen is quite nice, I thought I could treat myself to a keeper and a user.

Quite apart from the price it seems an admirable little work with much of interest. Here’s what they say on the back cover.

‘DE GODE VILJER’S oversætter, lektor Tage Brüel udsender hermed et bind af sine artikler og radioforedrag om franske historiske og litterære emner, skrevet i tidsrummet 1928-1946.

‘Udvalget giver et fyldigt billede af moderne fransk historieskrivning, som paa afgørende maade ændrer den traditionelle opfattelse af Frankrigs historie i det 18. og 19. aarhundrede.

‘For skønlitteraturens vedkommende koncentreres opmærksomheden om enkelte hovedværker eller centrale forfatterskaber fra dette aarhundrede, der karakteriseres med kølig nøgternhed og overlegen humor.

‘Bag den rigt facetterede stilkunst, som gør fremstillingen nærværende og livfuld, røbes et udtømmende kendskab til de foreliggende emner.’

And here’s a few sample quotes from his (radio) lecture (1946) on the french writer JEAN GIRAUDOUX (1882-1944) (p.162f)

‘Giraudoux er født 1882 i den lille midtfranske by Bellac. Han viste sig tidlig at være ikke blot en original begavelse, men ogsaa en receptiv begavelse, og han blev, vel navnlig i denne sidste egenskab, forgudet af sine lærere.

‘Fra skolefjendtlig side fremføres altid, at Henrik Ibsen klarede sig daarligt i Gymnasiet. Giraudoux er et smukt bevis paa, at det ikke ligefrem er en betingelse for at blive en stor digter at have faaet 2. karakter til studentereksamen.

‘Men pædagogerne skal alligevel ikke glæde sig for tidlig. I det lille skuespil INTERMEZZO spotter Giraudoux med piblende vid over den autoritetsbundne opdragelsesmetode og lovpriser som modsætning dertil instinktet og naturtilstanden; han drømmer om Tahitiøerne, hvor jorden bliver gold, naar man pløjer den, og hvor træerne gaar ud, naar de bliver beskaaret.

‘Giraudoux tog magisterkonferens i tysk og berejste saa det halve Europa og Nordamerika. Efter sin hjemkomst valgte han den diplomatiske bane, hvad der førte ham ud paa nye rejser, blandt andet til Rusland og Orienten. I 1914 blev han mobiliseret og kæmpede ved Marne og ved Dardanellerne.

‘Derefter genoptog han sit arbejde i udenrigsministeriet, hvad der ikke hindrede ham i at udfolde en omfattende romanproduktion. De franske ministerialkontorer synes overhovedet at have haft en vis betydning for digtekunsten.

‘Maupassant, som var ansat i Marineministeriet, skrev mange af sine bedste noveller paa kontoret. Den kendte romanforfatter Huysmans, som var ansat i Indenrigsministeriet, digtede bedst i kontortiden. Hans berømte roman Lá-bas blev i sin helhed udarbejdet i ministeriet. Han tog ikke engang papirerne med hjem, naar han om eftermiddagen forlod kontoret.

‘For Giraudoux’s vedkommende synes det snarere at have været saaledes, at han søgte hen i sit ministerium for at slippe for at høre om udenrigspolitik. Han bemærker i hvert fald et sted, om end i en spøgende tone, at naar hans portnerkone eller tobakshandler tuder ham ørene fulde af udenrigspolitik, saa tyr han til sit ministerium på Quai d’Orsay.

‘Mit eneste fristed’, skriver han. ‘Her kan jeg – ligesom i sin tid i skyttegravene, hvor krigen aldrig blev drøftet -, endelig udveksle meninger med mine kolleger om, hvordan man skal klippe sin puddelhund, eller om den bedste maade at indramme sine Daumiertegninger paa.’

‘Giraudoux var 45 aar, da han debuterede som dramatiker, men han havde forlængst inden for snævrere kredse vundet ry som romanforfatter.

‘Der er ingen grund til at skjule, at hans romaner er en meget vanskelig læsning. Ikke fordi han omgiver sig med dunkelhed; tværtimod; han har skrevet ting af en krystalklar skønhed, som næsten er nok til at forsone én med tilværelsen.

‘Men han omformer virkeligheden paa en saa subjektiv maade, og hans opfindsomme fantasi knytter saa mange nye og uvante tankeforbindelser, at læseren tit har svært ved at følge ham.

‘For Giraudoux er de ydre ting kun tegnene paa en dybere virkelighed. Det er digterens opgave at tyde disse tegn. Hans indre erfaringer er alt.’

2. LITTÉRATURE. Par Jean Giraudoux. Paris, 1941, Editions Bernard Grasset, 7.ed., 318 p. Softcover. (5 Kr)

From the article CARICATURE ET SATIRE here’s a small sample quote (p.179) (as usual I have to omit the French ‘diacritics’ as I’m writing Braille on a Danish keyboard):

‘Plus j’avance dans la vie, plus je m’etonne de voir avec quelle apathie et quelle facilite l’humanite renonce aux deux seules armes sur lesquelles elle pouvait compter de facon un peu certaine comme recours envers la micro et la macrocephalie, envers l’extreme stupidite et l’extreme orgueil, envers les mefaits de la poesie et de la presse, de la nudite et de l’habillement: je veux dire a la caricature et a la satire.’…

(page 186:)
‘Mais que la satire, – genre litteraire anodin et qui ne demande ni la fin du monde ni le voisinage du Leviathan; qui est un art foncierement loyaliste envers l’humanite, puisque, loin de contester l’a-propos de son existence, il prend au serieux ses vertus et ses travers; qui fait appel aux deux humeurs ou elle se complait le plus, le denigrement et l’indignation, – n’ait plus chez nous ses lettres de creances, c’est ce que je trouve le plus difficilement explicable.

‘En France particulierement la bourgeoisie lisante et pensante n’admet plus, en depit de toute gale, cette fourchette a gratter le dos. Elle tolere l’insulte, la calomnie, la medisance. Il ne viendra jamais au regime au a l’opinion publique l’idee de protester contre la grossierete ou la vulgarite des discours ou des articles, justes ou injustes.

‘Elle tolere meme le talent, a condition qu’il ne comporte pas l’ironie. Elle tolere celui qui la fustige, a condition que ce soit avec consideration. Mail il n’est pas jusgu’aux formes secondaires de la satire, le persiflage ou la parodie, qui ne lui paraissent condamnables et qu’elle ne s’ingenie a faire prende pour des delits de lese-humanite….

‘….la satire est un espion qui rit, et qui nous denonce, non aux autorites reconnues, ce qui serait legal, mais a tout ce et a tous ceux qui n’ont rien a voir dans l’affaire, aux jeunes gens, aux jeunes filles, a la saison, a la mode, et, par l’emploi de cette ironie proprement insupportable, dont l’autre joue est l’inspiration, qui nous donne l’impression d’etre juges par une autre race, moins serieuse que la notre.

‘C’est ce tribunal d’oiseaux, de lapins, de biches, institue jadis par Aristophane et notoirement incompetent en matiere civile, commerciale et internationale, que le monde entier s’occupe actuellement a recuser, dans la crainte peut-etre que surgisse le nouvel Aristophane…Le vieux est mort de rire en voyant un ane manger une figue de Barbarie. C’est bien fait…Que Leon-Paul Fargue reflechisse a cette triste fin, quand il nous regarde en riant manger la notre…’

> Good thing Mr. Giraudoux don’t live today – as I seem to recall that the New York Times recently (and INCREDIBLY) has banished the (satirical) cartoon from it’s pages!

The ‘modern barbarians’ are seemingly afraid of insulting the impostors?

3. UNE HISTOIRE VIVANTE DE LA LITTÉRATURE d’AUJOURD’HUI – 1939-1959. Par Pierre de BOISDEFFRE. PARIS, 1959, Le Livre Contemporain. 775 p., reliure pleine toile. (5 Kr)

From the inside flap of the dustcover:

‘Rien n’est plus difficile que d’ecrire une Histoire de la litterature contemporaine. On manque de recul pour juger la vraie dimension des ecrivains. On craint de froisser des amours-propres, d’obeir a des modes, a des idees preconcues.

‘M.Pierre de Boisdeffre a echappe a tous ces dangers. Meprisant les victoires faciles du denigrement et de la mechancete, il a donne a chaque ecrivain d’aujoud’hui sa vraie place…

‘Autant qu’une ‘Histoire Vivante’, il a ecrit une histoire equitable de la litterature d’aujourd’hui.’
(Paul Guth – Impromptu de Paris).

> Sounds good… Except, perhaps: Is there a TRUTH (vraie place) in literature? Here’s a short sample quote from the treatment of M. Jean Giraudoux (p.197f):

‘Jean Giraudoux s’etait eclipse discretement, a la veille de la Liberation. Personne n’avait mesure, sous l’etincelant revetement de ses propos, la gravite, le desespoir du moraliste….Et les creations posthumes – n’ont pas encore dissipe le malentendu qui pese sur une oeuvre moins legere qu’aigue.

‘Les dernieres annees de sa vie avaient desenchante le magicien. Le propagandiste s’etait montre impuissant a toucher les foules. Le diplomate avait quitte le Carriere sans occuper une ambassade. Le patriote constatait l’abaissement de son pays. Le pacifiste mourait en pleine guerre.

‘Giraudoux avait deja consigne ses deceptions dans SANS POUVOIRS et PLEINS POUVOIRS (dont on n’a pas assez loue la ferveur et la lucidite) et dit son espoir de voir un jour les villes et les campagnes francaises retrouver leur saveur et leur beaute.

‘Comme Saint-Exupery, comme Bernanos, il sentait venir l’avenement des robots et protestait contre la deshumanisation de la vie moderne.

‘Son pessimisme allait s’accentuant. Dans SODOME ET GOMORRHE (1943), il sonda la malediction du couple, avant de porter, dans LA FOLLE DE CHAILLOT (1944), sous le masque bariole d’une comedie poussee a la caricature, une condamnation irremediable de la societe contemporaine.

‘….Et sans doute etait-il conscient de n’avoir que peu d’attaches avec le reel puisqu’il denonce dans sa livre LITTERATURE (1941) – peut-etre le plus beau de ses livres – son peche mignon: une culture qui l’isole du peuple et l’en eloigne au moment meme ou il voudrait le retrouver….’

> Note: “…il sentait venir l’avenement des robots et protestait contre la deshumanisation de la vie moderne”. Compare link 1, (below).
Another fine buy for 75 cents, it seems.

4. THE SYMBOLIC MEANING. By H.D.Lawrence. The Uncollected Versions Of Studies In Classic American Literature. Ed. by Armin Arnold; with a preface by Harry T. Moore. London, 1962, Centaur Press. 264 p. Hardcover, org. dust cover. (5 Kr)

From the front inside flap of the dustcover:

‘This is an unpublished book by D.H.Lawrence, and perhaps his best work of literary criticism.

‘In 1917, in a letter to his agent J.B. Pinkier, Lawrence mentions for the first time his plans for writing a series of essays on American literature.

‘Originally he intended to use them as lectures to be delivered in America; but he was unable to leave England at the time, and he thought of publishing the essays as a book, under the title: The Transcendental Element in American Literature. He completed it in June 1918….

‘They met with no response from the public, and Austin Harrison, the editor, did not print the last four.

‘Here, then, is the first version of the essays which were later published – and at the time, poorly received – as Studies in Classic American Literature…

‘It seems likely that these perceptive essays will at last assume their proper place and receive the recognition they deserve; Lawrence was not only a great novelist and poet, but one of the most remarkable critics of this century.’

Here are a few sample quotes from his interesing essay from 1918: THE SPIRIT OF PLACE. (p.16):

‘It is natural that we should regard American literature as a small branch or province of English literature. None the less there is another view to be taken.

‘The American artspeech contains a quality that we have not calculated. It has a suggestive force which is not relative to us, not inherent in the English race. This alien quality belongs to the American continent itself.

‘All art partakes of the Spirit of Place in which it is produced. The provincial Latin literature ferments with a foreign stimulus. It is Africa, and the mysterious religious passion of Lybia, which, voicing itself in Latin, utters the infant cry of Tertullian, Augustine, Athanasius, the great saints of the African Church.

‘These are not Romans. They are the prelude to a new era. It is not only that they utter the ideas which made Europe. Chiefly in them is felt the first throb of the great mystic passion of mediaeval life.

‘And in Apuleius, decadent and sensuous, we feel the last throb of the old way of sensuality, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage. Africa, seething in Roman veins, produces these strange pulses of new experience, incipient newness within the old decadence.

‘In the same way America, the new continent, seething in English veins, has produced us the familiar American classics, of Hawthorne, Poe, Whitman, or Fenimore Cooper, for example.

‘We read the English utterance without getting the alien American implication. We listen to our own speech in American mouths, but our ears have been shut to the strange reverberation of that speech.

‘We have not wanted to hear the undertone, the curious foreign, uncouth suggestion, which is in the over-cultured Hawthorne or Poe or Whitman. Augustine and Apuleius are both writers of the Roman decadence.

‘The orthodox Romans, do noubt, saw mainly the decadence, and objected to it. They could not see that the qualities which they called decadence, judging from the standards of Virgil and Cicero and Tacitus, were perhaps the incipient realities of a whole new era of experience.

‘It is time now, for us, who have always looked with indulgence on the decadent or uncouth or provincial American literature, to open new eyes, and look with respect, if not with fear.

‘It is time for us now to see that our great race experience is surpassed and exceeded. Our race idea may apparently hold good in the American mind. What we have to realise is that our way of feeling is superseded, just as Cicero’s way of feeling was superseded in Apuleius.

‘It is the quality of life-experience, of emotion and passion and desire, which has changed in the Romans of Africa, and in the English-speaking Americans. Life itself takes on a new reality, a new motion, even while the idea remains ostensible the same…

(p.24)
‘For, if we consider the early American colonies, the Pilgrim Fathers were not Christians at all – not in any reasonable sense of the word. They were no more Christians than the dark and violent Spaniards of the Inquisition were Christian.

‘At the close of the fifteenth century Spain fell back from Christian Europe and became a thing apart. In the same way the first Americans departed from the Christian and the European vital mystery.

‘They became dark, sinister, repellent. They seemed to seek, not liberty, but a gloomy and tyrannical sense of power. They wanted to have power over all immediate life.

‘They had a gloomy passion, similar to that of some of the African sects of the Early Christian Church, to destroy or mutilate life at its very quick, lusting in their dark power to annihilate all living impulses, both their own and those of their neighbour.

‘For all of which the Christian religion served as a word, a weapon, an instrument: the instrument of their dark lust for power over the immediate life itself, as it stirred to motion in the breasts and bowels of the living….

(p.26)
‘Whereas, if we have one spark of sanity, we know that we can never possess and direct the life-mystery. The utmost of our power is to possess and destroy.

‘The life-mystery precedes us. Our simplest spontaneous movement precedes all knowing and willing. Secondly, and afterwards, we are conscious, we have voluntary control.

‘Our knowing is always secondary and subsequent to our being, which is an issue of the creative unknown. And our volition is always subsidiary to our spontaneous arrival.

(p.27)
‘The great field for the lust of control in the modern world is America. Whether we read the history of Spanish America or of English-speaking America, it is the same, a disheartening, painful record of the lusting triumph of the deliberate will.

‘On the one hand, the Spaniards in America, following the Spaniards of the Inquisition, lusted in the overweening sensual desire for repression of freedom in the spiritual self, whereas the North Americans lusted spiritually for utter repression in the sensual or passional self….

‘…The spondaneous passion of social union once destroyed, then it was possible to establish the perfect mechanical concord, the concord of a number of parts to a vast whole, a stupendous productive mechanism.

‘And this, this vast mechanical concord of innumerable machine-parts, each performing its own motion in the intricate complexity of material production, this is the clue to the western democracy.

‘It has taken more than three hundred years to build this vast living machine. It has taken just as long to produce the modern Mexican, a creature of incomprehensible sensual reactions, barely human any longer…

‘…After only two generation in New England the first Yankeed noticed that their stock had changed. The sturdy, ruddy, lusty English yeoman had disappeared, the long-jawed, sallow American took his place, with a pale, nervous women-folk such as England has only lately begun to reckon with.

‘Uprooted from the native soil, planted in strong aboriginal earth, this thing happened to the English stock. The natural impulsive being withered, the deliberate, self-determined being appeared in his place.

‘There was soon no more need to militate directly against the impulsive body. This once dispatched, man could attend to the deliberate perfection in mechanised exisence. This is what makes good business men. And in this the American is like the Jew: in that, having conquered and destroyed the instinctive, impulsive being in himself, he is free to be always deliberate, always calculated, rapid, swift, and single in practical execution as a machine.

‘The perfection of machine trimphs, of deliberate self-determined motion, is to be found in the Americans and the Jews. Hence the race talent for acting. In other races the impulsive mystery of being interferes with the deliberate intention of the individual. In these not.

‘Only, Americans and Jews suffer from a torturing frictional unease, an incapacity to rest. They must run on, like machines, or go mad. The only difference between a human machine and an iron machine is that the latter can come to an utter state of rest, the former cannot.

‘No living thing can lapse into static inertia, as a machine at rest lapses. And this is where life is indomitable. It will be mechanised, but it will never allow mechanical inertia. Hence the Orestes-like flight of unrest of Americans and Jews.’

> A few notes: Firstly the above is only sample extracts, which no doubt makes for a less meaningful read.

Second: The essay brings to mind an equally polemic book from 1923, THE CONTRAST, by Hillaire Belloc. The French born British author Belloc (1870-1953) likewise endeavours to paint the soul of the American Land as different from (and almost incomprehensible to?) the UK.

Third: Perhaps Lawrence was also influenced to some degree by the great economic historian Werner Sombart (1863-1941), that in his massive Economic History from 1902, ‘Der Moderne Kapitalismus’ (MODERN CAPITALISM), asserts that ‘America is in all it’s part a Jewish Country’. It should perhaps be noted here, that Sombart was a great admirer of the Jews (and their business acumen).

Fourth: Lawrence propounds the view that the ‘modern’ Americans are basically (living) ‘machines’. In other words, what he tries to delineate, although in a quite roundabout way typical of his generation, is a people with subdued right half-brain functions: They are mostly left-brainers, tending towards being ‘machines’ or robots.

The mainstream view of the period was, I suppose, that of Dr. Freud and his associates: It is suppressed eroticism that make humans act ‘unnaturally’?

Hence Lawrence’s proposition that the Jew’s circumcision and the New Englander’s soaking up the soul of the American lands resulted in suppression of eros and strengthning of the will (the so-called ‘will’ being based on the computations of the left-brain and not the intuition and/or empathy of the right-brain).

It would hardly be fair to have expected Lawrence to see through the ubiquitous flim-flam of Dr. Freud et al and realize, that it’s the suppression and/or malfunctioning of the right-side characteristics of the human brain, those of empathy and intuition, and not in particular of the eros, that’s the culprit – making humans tending to behave like ‘machines’ or robots (Link 1).

One of the ‘spiritual’ movements coming most in vogue in this period seem to have advanced their mission using the same fallacious logic as (more or less) formulated by Mr. Lawrence (and Dr. Freud). I have in mind the cult of Tantric Sex-Magic as propounded by Mr. Crowley and his ilk.

Their rituals soon degraded into blatant Satanism. Half a century later it’s most successful missionary perhaps was Mr. Anton Levy (writing under the name of Anton LaVey), the prolific american author and very successful founder of his own Church of Satanism in California.

The Satanists’ overindulgence in more or less perverse ritual sex is combined with their blatantly left-brain servitude or even enslavement (they name it ‘Choosing The Left Path’). Hence their cult activities (reportedly) without a trace of empathy – death, torture and licentious sex?

Their philosophy being, briefly, that arousal of the sexual energies makes you behave more ‘natural’. The fallacy in their logic? If you have choosen ‘The Left Path’ – let the left half-brain dominate you – sex or not is of little avail for the soundness or morality of your demeanour.

Without empathy there can be no true morality. And destitute of genuine morality Earthlings will never be able to navigate and survive in a dangerous, unforgiving Universe.

Louis Sancho and the CERN/LHC

5. VOYAGE EN ITALIE – 1739-1740. Par Président de Brosses. Nouvelle édition préfacée et annotée par HUBERT JUIN. Le Livre Club du Libraire. 1964. 294 p. Hardcover with org. dustcover. (10 Kr)

The author, ‘comte de Tournay, baron de Montfalcon, dit President de Brosses’ was born in Dijon 1709, died 1777.

He was a prominent man of letters, author and expert historian on Italian early middle age.

His letters from travelling in Italy with several aristocratic friends 1739-1740 has been published in several editions.

This one volume edition is the most accessible, no doubt, but nevertheless not unattractive. The French Wikipedia mentions several editions of his letters, but curiously don’t mention this particular edition with one word.

In fact it’s both beautifully printed, bound and illustrated, although the paper quality is somewhat uneven throughout the book.

Here’s a small sample quote from page 223:

‘La nouvelle qui, sans doute, vous occupe beaucoup aujourd’hui a Dijon, ne fait pas moins de bruit a Rome.

‘Hier j’etais a souper au palais (ambassade) de France, chez madame Detroy, lorsqu’on vint me dire a une heure et demie apres minuit, que l’on demandait a me parler de la part de M. l’ambassadeur.

‘Ce message presse me surprit a une telle heure. Son secretaire du Brocard, entra, et me dit d’un air fort triste, que M. l’ambassadeur venait d’apprende par un courrier expres la nouvelle de la mort de M. le duc, notre gouverneur; puis il ajouta d’un air tres joyeux, que le gouvernement de Bourgogne avait ete donne au duc de Saint-Aignan, et que celui-ci, ne doutant pas de tout le plaisir que me ferait ce remplacement, l’avait sur-le-champ envoye pour me chercher et m’en faire part.

‘Nous avons ete ce matin, en corps, faire compliment a son excellence. Vous ne sauriez croire combien il est satisfait de se voir si bien place au sortir d’ici, et la joie que lui a donnee cette circonstance d’avoir, en ce moment meme a rome, six gentilshommes de son gouvernement.’

6. LA SOCIÉTÉ DU SECOND EMPIRE. Par Comte FLEURY & Louis SONOLET. Tome 4: 1867-1870. D’après les Mémoires contemporains et des documents nouveaux. Ill. (no date). 536 p. Soft cover. Ill. (10 Kr)

This is the fourth and last volume of this (reportedly) ‘major work’. Our specimen is rather well preserved and the pages uncut.

There is an extensive table of contents of the 15 chapters in the back of the volume.

Chapter 4 – ‘Les maîtres de la Science et de la Pensée’ treats of Littré, Renan, Taine and Pasteur – about ten pages each.

Here’s a sample quote from the piece about Littré, pp.290-1.

‘Partout, a la campagne aussi bien qu’a Paris, il assumait le meme formidable labeur, partout il distribuait ses heures avec la meme rigoureuse precision dans leur emploi.

‘Il se levait a huit heures. ‘Pendant, raconte-t-il, qu’on faisait ma chambre a coucher qui etait en meme temps mon cabinet de travail, je descendais au rez-de-chaussee, emportant quelque travail.

‘C’est ainsi que je fis, entre autres, la preface de mon dictionnaire. Le chancelier d’Aguesseau m’avait appris a ne pas dedaigner des moments qui paraissaient sans emploi, que sa femme inexacte faisait toujours attendre pour le diner et qui, lui presentant un livre, lui dit: ‘Voila l’oeuvre des avant-diners’.

‘A neuf heures envoyees par l’imprimeur. D’une heure a trois il assurait sa collaboration au Journal des Savants. De trois a six, il s’occupait de son grand dictionnaire. A six heures il s’asseyait devant un diner toujours pret, mangeait tres legerement, puis revenait au dictionnaire qu’il ne lachait plus.

‘Un premier relai le menait jusqu’a minuit, heure ou le quittaient sa femme et sa fille, un second jusqu’a trois heures du matin.

‘C’etait le terme qu’il s’etait fixe, mais souvent, quand la besogne n’etait pas finie, il continuait jusqu’a l’aube.

C’est avec cet horaire inflexible que Littre vint a bout de la tache quasi surhumaine que lui imposait la composition de son DICTIONNAIRE DE LA LANGUE FRANCAISE, monument gigantesque dont le premier volume parut en 1863.

‘Il avait tout prevu pour le mener a bonne fin sans l’aide de personne. Peu de temps apres la publication de ce premier volume, une forte bronchite l’avait inquite sur son etat de sante.

‘En consequence de cette alarme, son admirable conscience s’interrogea. ‘J’ai 60 ans, se dit-il, j’ai encore pres de dix ans devant moi. Combien de temps me faut-it pour achever mon dictionnaire? Combien d’heures par jour devrai-je travailler puour arriver au but que je me suit propose?’

‘Il fit som compte mathematiquement, trouva qu’il ne lui fallait pas moins de treize heures par jour et courageusement, avec une volonte jamais flechissante, il s’astreignit jusqu’a sa mort a une aussi rude obligation.’

> Littré’s five-volume dictionnaire is in fact a monumental work. The volumes are in folio, each volume in average corresponding to four volumes of ordinary dictionary size with at least 500 pages. Which makes for an ordinary 16 to 20-volume lexicon!

Link 1.
Photography, Your Brain and Napoleon

The Robots’ Cash Ban

“Bad people crave power more than good people, and are also willing to do anything to get it. So bad people are in power…”
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-07-29/take-deep-breath-mike-krieger-explains-it-all-24-words

Psychoanalysis and the Illuminati.
“Psychoanalysis and Illuminism were, in effect the same project—the Illuminist term Seelenanalyse is simply the Germanified term of psychoanalysis or vice versa

Psychoanalysis and the Illuminati

(25.July/Last upd. 20.Aug.2019)

Crossposted on www.gamleboeger.dk and
http://blocnotesimma.wordpress.com

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Mossad Safe Space & War on Iran? (upd.)

Today let’s take a look at a couple of my most recent tweets (www.twitter.com/gamleboeger; may be slightly amended). As usual the asterix * indicates the tweet and a chevron > my comment.

* (20.7.2019) Mossad SafeSpace and War on Iran? I wonder if war on Iran is scheduled to concur with Mossad moving-in downstairs sometime betw. now and Aug.1.?

* (20.7.2019)Mossad SafeSpace & War on Iran? If so this might explain clairvoyant vision this Wednesday (17.7.)- Saw giant black bomb falling my general way without quite hitting. Decoded: Giant bomb meant for Iran but indirectly also for myself?

* (23.7.2019) This AM in clairvoyant vision saw my niece hanging with her head down. Obviously the DeepState psychos plan to perhaps have her kidnapped? The DeepState power brokers are in fact Robots! (link 2) – and love to have their SecretService kill or torture the completely innocent! Why? Because it makes the Robots feel superior to humans. Humans have empathy and cannot kill or torture the innocent!

> Another reason for the US to wage war on Iran soon could be the spectacular case of the ‘LolitaExpress’ now perhaps quickly nearing a peliminary denouement in NewYork and Florida.

Lots of very powerful people in the Western Hemisphere would certainly want this case to be firmly relegated to the shadows, perhaps even under the black clouds of a catastrophic war?

But without endorsement from Congress the US Govt. can hardly start an arbitrary war of agression on Iran. Could it be that Mossad and their friends are busting, and thus sacrifying, their immeasurably valuable blackmail asset, the ‘LolitaExpress’ and the ‘LolitaIsland’ to induce Congress to approve the war? (Link

The deal would be, that as soon as war is approved by Congress the iconic leader of the blackmail operation will be ‘disappeared’ (preferably spirited away from the US to IL by Mossad and their friends; or, perhaps less credible, in worst case scenario be ‘suicided’ in prison?). The case would then collapse. (Note 3)

Conversely, if Congress don’t approve war on Iran the LolitaExpress and all the prominent guests will be busted wide open, somewhat like an Samson-Option?

I fear my nightly vision of the giant, black bomb falling should perhaps not be dismissed too quickly? Keep in mind that IL wants to create holocaust on Iran – and want it badly?

By the way it seems to me that Mossad and their friends have suddenly become quite cocky and carefree in their demeanour here in Copenhagen. Of course you have to wonder if this is because Denmark has got a brand new Government less than a month ago?

Could it by any chance be that the new Government strong-man has an intense personal interest in someone making me silent, and fast?

Compare, for example, what I wrote here
http://www.gamleboeger.dk/2017/07/28/spooky-times-seriality-or-jakuza/ (and more – Link 10).

Below is what I posted on July 1. (slightly amended July 2. and later).

(1.July.2019) Today is Monday and it’s nice out there. They say it’s the African ‘Föhn’ from Sahara that’s been hitting much of Europe hard this last week. But today is a very nice Danish summer day with 22 Deg.C and a little bit windy.

When I left my flat this morning there was kind of a micro-drama playing out in front of our appartment house.

The City Council had put up signs at the sidewalk saying that parking today was prohibitet at some 50 feet of the kerb. But regardless someone had parked a small car.

Just when I exited the front door a giant flat-bed truck with a ‘caravan-house’ on it came around the corner; but to no avail, it had to move on without being able to unload.

I noticed the signs yesterday, but off hand thought the parking space might possibly be needed for movers, as the flat directly below mine is as empty as it has been for most of June.

Monday the 3rd of June I heard voices in our courtyard that for some reason made me look down into the court from my north window.

What I saw was our landlord coming from the far (northern) part of our lot and being accompanied by an athletic and professional looking gentleman with a wad of paper under his arm.

Seconds later they both looked up seemingly inspecting my north window (or perchance just above or below my third storey flat). They only inspected the east end of the building (where I live).

A few minutes later they had moved to the south side, the street side of the house. After having talked shortly they shook hands and the landlord drove away.

The gentleman then took some photographs of the south face of our building from the opposite sidewalk. Soon after he left, but I didn’t see his car.

Off hand he looked much like a real estate broker, I think, or perhaps even more like a government surveyor or appraiser? But he may also, for all I know, have been a Mossad technician taking stok of a target?

(I want here to once more stress my view (like propounded before), that no doubt our landlord is in no way maliciously conspiring to have me evicted, or worse. She is simply not the conspiracy-type. On the other hand she may most likely be quite easily manipulated (without her own knowledge, ofcourse) – like most Danish people are quite clueless and easily manipulated?).

A few days later (June 7 & 8) the two young women living downstairs moved out, and the flat directly below me has been vacant since that. Slightly curious that they moved out ‘in the middle of a month’, perhaps? Were someone suddenly in a hurry to free the flat? (- for Mossad to take over?).

Incidentally this is or at least may well turn out to be bad news for me, as it could perhaps mean the flat below may soon come on the market for sale as a condo? Why is this possibly or even likely bad or even very bad news for myself?

Simply this: The flat (or even the whole building?) may perchance be scheduled – in underhanded and hidden ways, even for our landlord – to be sold to (or just rented to) Mossad or their friends? And why is that, you may ask.

The thing is there may have been certain signs of an old grudge of the owners toward the undersigned?

If this is so I frankly doubt this would emanate from the owners themselves – a millionaire or even billionaire family? However, they may ofcourse have been manipulated?

I’ve already on a few occasions reported about curious coincidences that eventually got me thinking about possible underground networks.

Firstly there was the odd observation that the new owners knew me by sight before having ever met me. Which I happened to note the day they introduced themselves to the tenants just after having bought the house, now abt. a decade ago.

Did these honourable people really buy – that is, manipulated and tasked with buying – the house partly or even mostly just to harass myself? (Remember: My blog is or has been read by some of the top power- and money-brokers in the world; and some of them – ‘the powerful DeepState psychos’ (link 8) – obviously hate my guts!). (Note 1)

Secondly there was the – on the face of it – strange history of the seemingly imperfect fire protection of our newly refurbished house (abt. five years ago, Link 1, in Danish).

And thirdly there was the equally strange coincidence of a clairvoyant dream saying I was to be evicted and then me by chance looking out of the window and seeing the owners just leaving the premises:

* “On Mar6.2018 in late AM had vision of man making scorecard over me as in a #trial. Every score negative. I said ‘It’s a murder plot’, then woke up. 3min later heard/saw owner family leaving back house with wad of papers. Is evil people plotting to have me evicted?” (www.twitter.com/gamleboeger)

> There is perhaps no reason doubting that several of my recent blogposts have made the DeepState irate or even livid with rage. Just compare these few links (Link 3).

Now, the thing is that Mossad and their friends may have tried almost everything to have me assassinated or ‘disappeared’ – and until now to no avail, obviously. (Link 4).

Realistically there seem to be perchance two venues left? One – to have the Mossad-controlled(?) underground mafia on our hospitals activated to assassinate myself when I eventually have to be hospitalized to be operated for my hernia? (Link 5)

Two – to have Mossad or their friends by underhanded ways acquire the flat directly below (or above or adjacent to) myself. Why would acquiring the flat directly below perhaps be deemed especially auspicious by the mob?

For this: a) to be able to harass myself with loud and noisy ‘music’ (Link 6) b) to harass with ultrasound – possibly deadly? c) to harass with microwave radiation – possibly deadly? d) to harass, target and hit with psychic attacs – much stronger and dangerous if only one or two feet from f.i. my bed? (In this respect the flat below is much more applicable than the flat directly above)(Link 7) e) to be able to stake out hitmen so as to prevent me from leaving my flat without the possibility of being kidnapped or assassinated. f) for all sorts of close surveillance g) possibly other means.

Note 1 (2.July)
Tonite I had a dream-vision about someone criticizing me for not studying an issue adequately before throwing myself at the keyboard.

How right this or these honourable critics are! But this is one of the deplorable consequences of standing alone against an army.

(The former Mossad-agent, the whistle-blower hero Victor Ostrovsky, tells about sayanim in his book ‘By Way of Deception’, – that there were then (1990) ca. 7000 sayanim (active and stand-by) in London alone (i.e. abt. 1 promille of the population?); that would correspond to abt. 1500 in greater Copenhagen.

His book dealt not least with Mossad having infiltrated the Danish Secret Service. There was a parlamentarian crisis, but the then M.o.J. clamped down hard on a clueless parliament by threatening to discharge the Control Commission of Parliament(!). He is now a prominent guardian of our democracy as a well known main stream newspaper columnist.)

Standing alone you cannot allow this army to get altogether too close, if you can help it – could be your downfall. Hence an essential plan of action for you is to always be extremely vigilant; if extreme vigilance don’t help, perhaps nothing will?

Nevertheless I agree that I should at least briefly have mentioned this:

The former owner of our house, Mr. E.L., firmly believed he was almost fatally poisoned while in hospital abt. three years before he died.

Some irresponsible hospital doctor(s) had persuaded him to take part in a test of a certain (very poisonous) heart medicine.

He was then in his late seventies and had never had heart-problems, he told me.

He soon felt wery unwell and decided to withdraw from the experiment.

As it turned out he had been overdosed by several hundred percent (!) of this very poisonous heart medicine. In fact he said it was so poisonous, that it would take several years just to step down to normal dose; a dose he didn’t need in the first place.

A doctor reportedly was fired and the head doctor ‘threatened’ to retire if the calamity ever hit the newspapers (note 2).

I agree I should have mentioned this occurence in connection with the appartment house getting new owners. If only because it has never been disproved that dark forces may have wanted to precipitate new ownership of our building?

Note 2.
Clever ruse to remove focus from the more natural option of contacting the ‘Homicide Squad’ – perhaps?

But of small avail anyway, as Police never – like in NEVER – investigates ‘unnecessary deaths’ in our hospitals – if they can help it, that is. But for all we know there might easily occur several hundred (and perhaps thousands?) of cold blooded assassinations p.a. in Danish hospitals alone?

For example, if you assume 750 assassinations each year in Danish hospitals, this would amount to only 2 each day; and hundreds of ‘dark operators’ in the health industry could probably easily accomplish this without anybody batting an eyelash?

Perhaps a few readers remember that the then medical director of Hvidovre Hospital (in greater Copenhagen), the honourable Dr. Mogensen, and his equally honourable female associate (whose name elopes me) abt. 10 years ago propounded the opinion that an estimated ca. 5000 patients died unnecessarily (and ofcourse uninvestigated by police) in Danish hospitals each year?

Of course this gentleman is no longer director in said hospital! (Here are some of my own experiences, likewise roughly 10 years ago (link 9)).

But why is it, that Police never, ever investigates deaths in our hospitals – willingly?

Simply this: Mossad and their friends won’t allow it!

It’s an incredibly valuable asset for any DeepState controlled SecretService to have access to the option of assassinating ANYONE, ANYTIME in ANY (Danish) hospital.

It’s dead-sure (pardon the pun) and safe without the perpetrators really risking anything at all – and certainly not disclosure!

Basically there are perhaps five venues for the DeepState to subdue critics:

a) Throw a scare into them. Often done by intimidating, harassing, hurting or killing/kidnapping friends and/or family. In fact, as things are now – with basically no law enforcement or security (or justice?) for the average man, not to speak of the poor – and if you want to stand up to the Deep State you can have no family of your own!

Otherwise you are especially phrone to Blackmail. Incidentally most people – almost everyone – are clueless enough to accept blackmail. Yes – you have to accept it – to play the game; otherwise it won’t work (First rule: Never read their letters!). And often you don’t get anything in return for giving in or paying up, anyway!

b) Isolate the target. Harass all his activities, including his job or business, his interaction with government agencies (like making letters evaporate and pensions disppear into thin air), harass his friends and family in any conceivable way, vandalize his car incl. stealing the licence plates repeatedly, gps-chip his car and bike, and so on and so forth. All this is perhaps most often done with the local SecretService aiding and abetting the perpetrators?

c) Kill or kidnap the target critic by ‘ordinary’ hit teams. May comprise a single agent or a small army. If you are not both a bit lucky and also very intuitive with a strong sixt sense you are probably dead meat. No doubt Mossad is now the unsurpassed master in setting up hit teams:
The Putsch and the Hit-Squad (updated)
(There is a resume of a string of hit teams targeting myself in link 10.)

d) To have you assassinated in hospital or by (one of) your doctor(s); I’ve experienced at least two ‘cooperating’ doctors and a couple of hospital set-ups; only escaped the hospital set-ups by being warned clairvoyantly.

e) As the (normally?) last recourse they have their master-mentalists / black magicians by ‘remote hypnosis’ attack you psychically in your sleep – like it tragically occured to the wife of a former Danish foreign minister a few years ago:

CHARLIE HEBDO OR DEATH BY BLACK MAGIC?

Personally I’ve been attacked viciously by some very expert mentalists/black magicians half a dozen times; I believe that at least 99% of you would not have lived to tell about it? Especially one very clever attack was memorable in so far as some of my ‘associates’ seemed VERY surprised I had survived and didn’t even look scared. (Yes – that’s right, I can give you names; if not of the actual perpetrators then at least of a few persons in the know (although most may now be deceased)).

But would an attempt to assassinate the wife of an acting Danish foreign minister interest the police even remotely? No – ofcourse not; they are busy handing out traffic tickets.

*****************

Note 3. (22.Aug.2019)
>The whisper on the web is he was spirited away in a wheel chair.

JEFFREY EPSTEIN DISAPPEARS?
The Mossad apparently infiltrates almost everything in almost every country?
http://aanirfan.blogspot.com/2019/07/jeffrey-epstein-comments.html

Epstein Not Dead, On His Way To Israel? Or Now in the Presidential Suite in the Deep Underground Military Base (DUMB) at Area 51? We Do Not Make This Shit Up….

Epstein Not Dead, On His Way To Israel? Or Now in the Presidential Suite in the Deep Underground Military Base (DUMB) at Area 51? We Do Not Make This Shit Up….

>Obviously he was NOT the (dead) person photographed being wheeled into a hospital on a stretcher.

JEFFREY EPSTEIN DISAPPEARS
On the left we see the real Jeffrey Epstein. On the right we see the allegedly ‘dead Jeffrey Epstein’.
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNhdvSjpKSY/XU-83Wcz-sI/AAAAAAAAsi4/YPXa4ybeuTgpLRMQpIrhm0sFJkGg-y1GgCLcBGAs/s640/epstein%2Bear%2Bgurney3.jpg

An inmate who spent months in Epstein’s prison block says there is ‘no way he could have killed himself.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7346373/Inmate-spent-months-Epsteins-prison-block-says-no-way-kill-himself.html

It doesn’t take a tin-foil hat to smell a rat in Epstein’s ‘way too convenient’ death
https://www.rt.com/op-ed/466271-epstein-death-questions-conspiracies/

Guards in Epstein Jail Told to LEAVE AREA 3 Hours early due to “Maintenance” Before Epstein Found DEAD
BREAKING: Two guards at the MCC who normally have overnight shift that watches over suicide risk inmates, were both told to leave area 3 hours earlier for scheduled “Maintenance” to jail cells and hallways.
https://halturnerradioshow.com/index.php/en/news-page/news-nation/guards-in-epstein-jail-told-to-leave-area-3-hours-early-due-to-maintenance-before-epstein-found-dead

Deep State Wants Epstein Gone – Kevin Shipp.
‘I don’t know why the Bureau of Prisons put Epstein in a jail cell with a cop that killed four people and buried them in his back yard. Epstein should have been in solitary confinement under watch’.

Deep State Wants Epstein Gone – Kevin Shipp

Barbara Sampson ‘carried out the alleged autopsy on Jeffrey Epstein’.
Sampson’s Medical Examiner’s Office ‘has struggled with a string of bodies wrongly sent to crematoriums, medical classes and embalming schools.’
http://aanirfan.blogspot.com/2019/07/jeffrey-epstein-comments.html

Link 1.
Småting og bagateller (2)

Link 2.

The Nice Crowd

Photography, Your Brain and Napoleon

The Robots’ Cash Ban

Link 3.
Mamiya – EKSTRABLADET – NETS – Ghettos – A Garden Party

Voigtlander, Kirstjen Nielsen or HELL ON FIRE?

Three Honourable Gentlemen, Laerke and Sainte-Beuve

THE GUSSIAN GOLD (Satire)

Link 4. (to name just a few)
War On Iran – General Election – Kill The Canary – The Flea Market – Freud – Niels Lyhne

Another Fine Mess – Oliver!

Link 5.
Kill the canary

Operation eller mission?

Link 6.

Sweet Dreams (Satire)

Link 7.

The Nice Crowd

Clement Freud is related, on his mother’s side, to Uri Geller.
Geller has been photographed with a surprisingly large number of the reported top UK child abusers.
http://aanirfan.blogspot.dk/2017/04/madeleine-mccann-and-michelle-martin.html

Did people involved with #MKUltra meet, consult, study or employ numerous mystics/occultists incl fortunetellers, palmreaders, clairvoyants, astrologers, mediums, #psychics, #voodoo / #witchcraft practitioners and blackmagicians, demonologists, Satanists?

Black Magic, The Occult, And The CIA

They also helped set up a course in black magic, demonology, and witchcraft at at the University of South Carolina as a sort of “social laboratory.”

Black Magic, The Occult, And The CIA

Black Magic, The Occult, And The CIA–MK-OFTEN went beyond the mere research of mind control and incapacitation of enemies, and branched out into the world of black magic, witchcraft, and the occult.

Black Magic, The Occult, And The CIA

Link 8.

Epstein the Satanist?: Will Australia Ever Investigate Its Role? (warning, graphic material)

“I’m aware the .01% psychopaths in control every year kill millions, harm billions, and loot trillions”.

Interview with an angel: Does evil exist for ‘spiritual workouts’ to get us off our lazy Divine asses? Is Earth a super-evil case study, a school to recognize evil, or what?

CIA has become as soulless and dirty as the worst organized crime thugs out there

Vault 7 Leak Exposes a Secret War against We The People

Satanic Ritual Abuse (SRA) aspect in childsex trafficking cases is often downplayed or not addressed by law enforcement
https://www.homelandsecurityus.com/child-trafficking-real-need-help/

Link 9.
Operation eller mission?

Kill the canary

Link 10.

CHARLIE HEBDO OR DEATH BY BLACK MAGIC?

Another Fine Mess – Oliver!

Link 11.
La Danse Mossad: Robert Maxwell and Jeffrey Epstein.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-08-18/la-danse-mossad-robert-maxwell-and-jeffrey-epstein

Former CBS executive producer Zev Shalev ‘has confirmed that Epstein is tied directly to the Mossad’.
Epstein and Nader are believed to be agents of Israeli Intelligence.
twitter(.)com/ZevShalev/status/1155682139033284609
http://aanirfan.blogspot.com/2019/07/jeffrey-epstein-comments.html

>Terrorism is a word originally coined to define the actions of a State against its people for purposes of fear to further an agenda or for mass murder. Terrorism: Government by Intimidation. – Oxford Dictionary

“In this way, it can be proved that 1.7 million people were executed during the period 1918-19. A river of blood flowed through Russia. The Cheka had to employ body counters.” By contrast, under the czars, 467 people were executed between 1826 and 1904.
https://www.henrymakow.com/2019/08/do-americans-face-a-red-terror.html

>The term ‘conspiracy theorist’ was a term made popular by the CIA to stop critical thinkers from asking questions about the JFK assassination.
In a memo called ‘Countering Criticism of The Warren Report’ the CIA set out to make the term ‘conspiracy theorist’ a weapon to be used against anyone who questioned the government’s secret activities and programs.

Do You Believe In “Conspiracy Theories?” An FBI Report Says You’re A Potential Domestic Terrorist
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-08-02/do-you-believe-conspiracy-theories-fbi-report-says-youre-potential-domestic

Was 9/11 A Plot to Seize Power? There is no question that 9/11 was the event that destroyed the constitution. We lost all of our privacy and rights ever since.
https://www.theburningplatform.com/2019/08/03/was-9-11-a-plot-to-seize-power/

(20.July/4.Aug./22.Aug.2019)

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