Imagine if almost all 5-y-o children had such talents. That is what we aim for in the creation of a “super-race”— not political or military power, primarily, but a quantum leap in the overall level of advanced humanity.
On this day a year ago
Well, only 5/10 this week, though that was still enough to beat political journalist John Rentoul, who scored only 2/10 (and, as always, I commend his honesty in admitting it).
I did not know the answers to questions 2, 5, 7, 9, and 10.
I recall being shocked, when aged about 22, and when I visited St. Paul’s for the first (and I think only) time, and found it had a revolving door like a busy hotel, and —inside— stalls selling souvenirs etc.
“And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the money changers, and the seats of them that sold doves, And said unto them, It is written, My house shall be called the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves.” [Matthew 21:12-13]
Here we are, 2000 years later, and Mammon still infects the house of Spirit…
As far as Boris-idiot is concerned, one can only agree.
These are the human carbuncles who purport to rule over us.
The Ukrainian side has “played a blinder” on propaganda. The Jewish regime in Kiev has managed to convince much of the Western world that Zelensky’s regime is a democratic government, with civil rights, despite the facts that all opposition parties are now banned, all opposition leaders in the country are under arrest and badly-treated, and any criticism of Zelensky or the war is met with arrest or worse.
Even the fact that a Ukrainian government negotiator was shot in the head in Kiev by Zelensky’s security people for being “pro-Russian” or “a Russian agent” has not damaged much the propaganda picture shown on Western television, because that incident was scarcely reported.
Despite the above, the propaganda picture effort is faltering now. More and more incidents or events have been shown up as completely fake: the “Ghost of Kiev” (non-existent), the Snake Island retort (never happened) and, more importantly, the whole narrative that Ukrainian forces are winning this war.
Ukrainian forces are losing at least as many men as the Russian Army, about 100 per day. Ukrainian forces may be (in the east of Ukraine) running out of fuel, ammunition, and food. The whole of Ukraine east of the Dnieper river and south of Kiev may soon be under Russian control.
A personal reminiscence
As noted yesterday, I happened to see the following YouTube video:
That is someone whom I met about 43 years ago, in or about 1979, at the Goetheanum, in Switzerland.
I was at the time a frequent visitor to the Library of the Anthroposophical Society in Park Road, London (near Regent’s Park). The librarian there, on discovering that I was intending to fly to Basel and to visit the Goetheanum, said that Robert Powell was living there, and he would write to him to the effect that I might be arriving, and perhaps he could show me around.
I was aware of Powell, because he was known by me to be connected to the works of Valentin Tomberg [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentin_Tomberg].
Tomberg had settled, after WW2, in the mid-1940s, in the village (now a suburb) of Emmer Green, near Reading, Berkshire.
I myself was born, in 1956, at Reading. Now I discover (only yesterday) that Robert Powell was also born at Reading, at about the time that Tomberg settled in the area, in 1947.
As to my trip to Switzerland, I did go to the Goetheanum, arriving at Dornach [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dornach] late in the day. I checked into the little inn by the railway station and then set off at once to see the famous Goetheanum.
In fact, I had not been able to arrange anything specific by way of meeting Robert Powell.
On approaching the main doors of the Goetheanum (huge, like those at the Lubyanka in Moscow), I saw that the building had closed for the day, but an attendant appeared and, hearing that I had just come from London, offered to show me the building.
My impression? A feeling that it was halfway between a museum (such as the British Museum) and what I supposed an ancient Egyptian temple might have felt like (rather than looked like).
After that tour, I was shown out and, near the doors of the building, out of the near-darkness, a young man appeared and (having never met me, nor seen a photo of me) asked whether I was Ian Millard! This was Robert Powell, someone with a slight air of mystery, but worn lightly.
Powell lived somewhere in the vicinity (I do not believe that I ever saw where), and was apparently friendly with a German girl who also lived locally, whom I met, and who kindly took time to show me a couple of places.
Despite his having things to do, over the next few days, Powell met me several times, and showed me a few of the local sights seen by few: some ruined small mediaeval castles; the small lake where, supposedly, Parsifal first saw the Fisher King, another site by that lake where a small rivulet ran through stone blocks which formed a floor: this was, I heard, the place where Siegmund and Sieglinde lived, and where, in legend, “a river ran through their kitchen“.
Powell also showed me a place in the hills (Dornach is in the foothills of the Jura Mountains) where there was a kind of natural platform, in the stone of the hill itself, where there was a kind of oblong chamber in the rock, about the size of a human being plus about 6 inches all round. There was also a seat cut into the stone by the oblong chamber. This, I was told, was where a priest-initiate of the ancient (Central European) Celtic Mysteries would sit, guarding the pupil of those Mysteries who would be for three days in a comatose state in the oblong chamber, experiencing occult initiation.
The German girl mentioned took me to see a pleasant if slightly eccentric old lady who lived in a house close to the Goetheanum. She was of Russian extraction, I think, and had been there since the time of the building of the present Goetheanum in the 1920s (the first, wooden, one having burned down). In fact, she had herself known, or at least met, Rudolf Steiner, who started it all: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rudolf_Steiner.
I spent the last few days of my week in the district mostly alone. I had transferred from the railway inn to an almost deserted anthropop guesthouse (this was Autumn-time) to save money, Switzerland being rather expensive. I attended a eurythmy performance at nearby Arlesheim, returned to the Goetheanum for a longer look around, and had a look around the nearby city of Basel —10 miles away—as well.
Interesting to see that Robert Powell is still around. The young man I encountered in Switzerland, and who is now author of many books on spirituality, astrosophy etc is still recognizable at the age of 74 or 75.
Wes Streeting, a non-Jew member of Labour Friends of Israel (I believe that all or almost all of Starmer’s Shadow Cabinet are LFI members). Streeting is a complete puppet. In fact he only became head of the National Union of Students in 2008, aged 25, because the Union of Jewish Students supported his candidature: see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wes_Streeting.
One of the consequences of preventing almost anyone with ideas or independence from being selected as a System party candidate for Parliament is that only mediocrities, puppets, and complete idiots are selected. The pool of MPs is therefore composed largely of persons of those types.
Unwittingly satirical is the outfit, looking at the numbers of blacks who are trying to blag getting into Western Europe as “Ukrainian” “refugees”; Ireland has been stupid enough to allow in a number; maybe the UK as well.
I wonder what Rees-Mogg is thinking, as he stares down at that African woman, whom I presume (?) is some kind of diplomat.
Late tweets seen
Parachute him back into Eritrea, with a gratuity of a few US dollars in his pocket (if he goes quietly).
Biden, the supposed great humanitarian…