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Everyone Is Talking About William F Buckley

Buckley was Special Forces CIA, a psycho-killer (qu’est-ce que) and a closet homosexual. Now watch again and tell me what else you missed. https://t.co/64aMRHxjq6 pic.twitter.com/tshWM6O10h

— CharlesEdwardFrlth ⚔️ (@CharlesFrlth) August 31, 2023

The CIA are unhappy with Gore Vidal (and by extension me) because he lived openly as a Queen whereas they blackmailed Buckley with his closet homosexuality. That's why the trained killer [Special Forces] threatens Gore Vidal with violence while Vidal sends him apoplectic by fluttering his eye lashes

There's a lot going on in this short clip, but I applaud those who listen or watch it twice or even thrice Trismegistus.

So Many People Are Crying In Their Latte

SPARKS, oh glorious SPARKS! They have brought me sweet relief, like a shot of adrenaline to the heart, a bolt of lightning to the soul. When suffering, they are my saviors, my shining knights in armor. They're like the jolt of energy you get from a triple espresso, the rush of excitement from a rollercoaster ride, the joy of finding a five hundred Deutschmark note in a Frankfurt Bahnhoff telephone booth.

They're so powerful that they could make opiates on crack feel like weak tea, crystal ice methamphetamine like child's play at JPMorgan Chase, and pure heroin like a distant memory. They're the kind of sparks that could light up a room, a city, a whole country. They could ignite a fire within you, burning away all your worries and pains.

And yet, as magnificent as they are, they're still no match for the destructive power of the opium wars. But fear not, for revenge is a dish best served cold, and nearly two centuries later, we've got Fentanyl, the ultimate weapon of mass relaxation. So, let's raise a glass to SPARKS, the heroes of our time, and let the good times roll.

Ah, Cate Blanchett, the Queen of Qool...

...there's something about her that just draws me in and makes me fall head over heels in love with her. Maybe it's her effortless grace and elegance, or her unwavering commitment to her craft. Maybe it's the way she wears black and yellow like it's nobody's business, with Sparks as her back-up band, and dances like nobody's watching, with headphones on and a smile on her face.

She's like a fine port, looking and tasting better with age. Her elegance is something to behold, a testament to her timeless beauty, raw power and talent. She's never been one to pander to the masses or conform to societal norms. She's always been true to herself, and that's what makes her so irresistible.

This Sparks track plus colour combo and lyrical straight talking takes on an importance not readily noticeable by thin-slicers including myself, which is why I listened to it twice and fell in love with the reward. 

Do yourself the same favour and be kind. Also, this is the dirtiest synth opening I've heard in ages. YIKES.

Birmingham Royal Ballet - Swan Lake

I haven't been to the ballet since Paquita, by the Ballet de l'Opera national de Paris in Beijing, 2008. You can read that linked review if you wish but at the time I couldn't tell the full story as I was a career-focused guy and this blog was mainly for advertising professionals. Well, I got stoned before heading out to the ballet at the Egg cultural centre. I lived just off Tiananmen square, and hopped onto my electric bike to see the show. I was just a smidge too stoned and miscalculated the time I'd need to take a different route around the square than usual, so I was the last person to arrive at the theatre. The ushers at the end of a long corridor were beckoning me wildly to move my ass as the show was just about to begin, so I legged it down the corridor and they let me in, closing the doors behind me.

I was high, out of breath, heart beating wildly, and as I looked around the theatre, the entire Beijing audience turned to gaze at me disapprovingly, knowing full well it was me that had held things up. I had a really good centre seat ticket, so half an entire row had to stand up to let me get there, while I apologised profusely. I sat down and the ballet began immediately. 

I'd heard that sometimes performers will choose a person in the crowd to play to on a personal level, to bring out the best and most sincere dramatization, and that night, I was that guy. The lead dancer, a beautiful Parisienne based swan looked at me straight in the eye all night, even to the last pirouette where she gracefully collapsed to the stage floor, arms open looking at me. 

Wow, what a night.

Southampton has one of the largest theatres outside of London and is the largest on the South coast. It only takes ten minutes to walk there from my home and I'm grateful to have exceptional cultural content so close to me.

As soon as the curtain raised for Swan Lake I was mesmerised. Stagecraft has progressed noticeably since my last ballet and it looked more real than reality, but in a holographic sense, more three dimensional and I was excited. Act I introduced our hero Prince Siegfried, his wingman Benno and his mother the Queen dowager who is recently widowed. Permit yourself to an appetiser if the text is worth returning to, or not. Let it speak for itself

The first intermission was described as a three-minute scene change but took so long many of the audience seated near me pointed out that a toilet break or a quick drink at the bar may have been possible but eventually the curtain raised and Act II commenced.

Siegfried and Benno have followed a flight of swans to a lake in order to hunt them. This felt transgressive as I am aware that killing swans in the United Kingdom is illegal to kill or eat as they are considered the property of the King. However, the swans they are chasing are in fact human between the hours of midnight and dawn. It is here Siegfried is amazed to see a swan change into the beautiful Odette played by the magnetically tall and exquisitely gifted Yijing Zhang. Some of her moves I'd never seen either a human or a fictional media character ever make. 

There was a time when I was training as a gymnast that I did ballet to improve balance, elegance and control. I regret not taking it up professionally. I would have been good. How good? That's another question but the principal male lead, Siegfried played by Tyrone Singleton did an amazing job. This will sound mean but it's just the truth. In these days of the obesity pandemic it's heart lifting to see beautifully formed men and women during ballet. Tyrone's strength raising up Yijing is a sight to behold. This is what the human form was designed for and I'll write about the purposeful destruction of our bodies one day. I now have the date it started and by whom and how.

Many of you will know that I make bold claims fortified with photographic evidence and documentation trails about the use of doubles, masks and clones in the high-profile business of politicians and billionaires and so forth. Swan Lake's central story mechanism is about a double for Odette. Our hero Siegfried falls in love with her but in Act III she is replaced by a black magician double, whose real name is Odile but is for simplicities sake also played by our heroine Yijing. Swan Lake is as contemporary as is possible and for those who recognise the name Odette she was a British agent and French operative Odette Sanson also known as Odette Churchill and Odette Hallowes or Lise as an agent for the clandestine Special Operations Executive.

It's close, isn't it? 

Doubles, clones, deception, espionage and subterfuge but in Act III we're back to the Royal court which is now dripping in illuminated red and black shadows for contrast, which is a colour coded and symbolic leitmotif I've been researching for quite some time now since the dance edit of ELO's don't bring me down.

Our handsome hero has fallen for Odette but at court sees double vision Odile and makes the mistake of erroneously pledging his love for her, which is the only magic spell rule that Odette had specified in order for their love to be conjugated. 

In a last attempt to gain his attention our Odette locks eyes with Siegfried who finally recognises his mistake and pursues Odette to the lake. After a stunning display of the swans emerging invisibly from ground floor mist before unforgettable choreographed dance scenes, both Odette and Siegfried throw themselves into the lake, thus ensuring that by the morning, their lives will be united in a world of eternal love.

Punk Beijing

What can I say...

This blog wouldn't exist without Punk. I was too young be one in 1976, and certainly too Catholic. Fast forward to 1999 and one of my newest and closest friends (professional troublemaker) Blue Doran sat me down in his Bangkok apartment over bottles of Sangsom and underneath his vintage movie poster collection (Midnight Cowboy and Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid) draping the walls, he explained Punk to me from his first hand experience of following the Sex Pistols around as a fifteen year old from Worcester, and my mind was blown. I got the concept, I got the sizzle and I got the history all in one night, from a living witness and nothing was ever the same again. By coincidence my daughter's Aunty was a punk inspired designer in Thailand with the widely loved Scotch-Soda clothing brand.

Perhaps it is fitting then that this designer, often styled ironically in pin curls and pearls, and so involved with the pop cultural desecration and modern rebrand of British heritage, should depart in the same year as the woman whose image she once helped lance with a safety pin.

On one of my returns to the UK I stayed with Rob, my former design lecturer at Uni, and he had a very expensive Vivienne Westwood collection for both himself and his partner. 

She tossed her prezzies out when they separated and Rob mentioned it was about 20 grands worth. That's just the stuff she was given. Back in the 90's she also refused a chance to be a model for one of the Vivienne Westwood collections. Super Croydon girl is Audrey (went to school with Kate Moss), totally grounded and couldn't give a shit about any attention seeking lifestyle. In a way that's about as punk as it gets.

While at Robs we took the opportunity to go and see Vivienne's retrospective at the Victoria & Albert museum and that's when I really got into her work. He also gave me Jane Mulvagh's biography of Vivienne, An Unfashionable Life, to read. It's a really good book and provides a bit more dispassionate granularity than most biographies.

Raised in Derbyshire from working class stock, Ms Westwood established LET IT ROCK with Malcolm 'Svengali' McLaren on the Kings Road. I dare say Tavistock were all over the show, without even letting them know. Nobody wants to talk about that so let's roll on. After leaving the rock (let it rock, black rock, tavistock... quarry men then the rolling stones and G Brethren and so on and so forth).

I can't let it go

Vivienne Westwood did not feel pretty as a child, but while roaming a wood near the family home in Derbyshire she dreamt of becoming a beautiful wood fairy.

“I daydreamed that I would be walking in this wood and I would have this little house under these tree roots. I would have this fantastic dress and just come upon one or two little boys that I knew and they would just really be impressed by this dress. I always had this idea that some day I could make myself better.”

In a way it's Tolkienesque right? 

In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. 

Next thing, we're in Rivendell

Perfect

All around the alleged globe, the British don't quite understand that of course the people are loved, but the empire?

... nah... the international community want to punch the football into the net like Maradona, unless it's filling Kiev's MuthaWEFFer pockets or the EU or the WHO or do I really need to continue?

If you consider yourself British (i'm a space mongrel) I can assure you there's lot's of British historiography around the world (all over the world)

She may have come to fashion designing at the comparatively late age of 33. 

Vivienne as it were.

You will only see two British iconographies from the slums of Rangoon to the Showrooms of Beijing. 

Those are Bentley Motors & Punks

All strata of society around the world know those two and till recently the Queen and the Beatles.

Prove me wrong

Shoo Shoo

When the queen's declining health was broadcast, I yelled at the radio, 'oh shut up she's been dead for ages'. How do I know that? It is a little bit of guesswork, but the revelation of the method was in play after her death and the numbers behind Philips delayed death-announcement were statistically stratospheric, so that was a home run just by applying common sense. I'm glad I didn't write that post. It can get tricky when the state starts weirding out and these are after all just opinions. Just because we leak the future in our language doesn't mean it's a conspiracy against anyone in particular.

I did draft this tweet two days before she died but never sent it. 

At the funeral, the Pallbearers (From Salisbury, home of Operation Conifer which forced Wiltshire Chief Constable Mike Veale to resign rather than accept both the truth and reality about Ted Heath) and the coffin were somewhat like We Don't Say His Name's funeral. The flag wasn't ironed properly, positioned correctly and the pallbearers from time to time were all over the show. They are facing in different directions. This is categorically not what is demanded by the military for a once in a lifetime Royal occasion. You can see for yourself.

Bearer Party, to the pub - quick march. Bearer Party, lift tankard. Bearer party, down beer. You’ve earned it.

— Stephen Fry (@stephenfry) September 19, 2022

I know the media and celebrities say the opposite of what's really going on these days, but I spotted the mistakes before Stephen Fry told the British Sheeple what to praise and what to ignore. It's a sore point with me of late, as I've noticed the double vaxxed and boosted just repeat what they are told irrespective of what their own eyes and ears are telling them. 

“The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.” ― George Orwell, 1984

Update: On reflection Stephen's choice of words indicate to me he was tweeting under duress. This post might add light to the topic.

Later on, we caught our first video images of the new King, and he was being uncharacteristically snippy in public. Sausage fingers to my mind was dealing with mildly uncooperative staff. Bear with me because it's subtle. The first clip is frustrated get this off the desk. I need space to sign papers. 

All information fits the schema I've outlined many times here. It's not boring but it is predictable, because most people can't tell the difference between reality, a script and a movie set. My eyes are peeled for that as default.

I have no choice.

For the double vaxxed and boosted who barely notice anything subtle and granular in anomalous details, it's a case of believe what celebrities tell them, which is ironic as another rapper prematurely died yesterday.

These people are self-selecting Darwinian awards AND think they're smart.

Look I'm not saying Beckham uses a stunt-double, but if he did, would you make him wait in the queue for 10 hours to see an empty box or would you personally wait in line?

Enjoy the show.

Times Remembrance Photography

Prince Philip is flicking inversion, and Queen Elizabeth looks like she's having a hoot.

Full images here.

John Dee and the Empire of Angels - Enochian Magick and the Occult Roots of the Modern World

I first came across John Dee while listening to Terrence McKenna podcasts, years ago in Hong Kong. At that time I learned he was the original 007 for Queen Elizabeth and an alchemist or more accurately a Sage.

I first purchased this book after listening to a podcast with the author over here, and it took me a long time to read, as it's crammed with esoteric knowledge that is vast, visual and layered. I'll never be able to retain and recall that kind of knowledge, but I know a man who can, so he's reading this book next.

The main point of this post is because the security services are the most concealed group for using all kinds of magick from Chaos to Enochian or Operative. While researching the subject on Wikispooks I discovered that the article on the occult and SIS was written by none other than former Home Secretary Michael Howard. 

If that whooshes over your head there's not much for you here, except to add that I don't think the full story of John Dee is currently that accurate, as he was careful who he told what. 

Also, if we look at another SIS asset who was into the occult, there's Aleister Crowley. Both he and John Dee died quite impoverished and so there's that when entertaining thoughts of exploring occult rituals and so forth.

Is Conflating DRAG QUEENS With Transgenderism A Sex Crime?

This New Years Eve presentation with Posie Parker (deplatformed on Twitter) is a belter. 

Now we know that the transgender-agenda is pure Tavistock we can see they were planning it as far back as the Rocky Horror picture show for social engineering.

The things is, a Transsexual is not a DRAG QUEEN yet they conflated them in the musical. 

So that's why you have pantomime drag queens in your kids libraries.

BTW have you seen my 11:11 post?

It's getting some heavy traffic.

Bohemian Rhapsody

Trump Queenie

Freddy Fucking Mercury?

More Queen here. cfx