Månedsarkiv: september 2019

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 wear 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 is 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 in 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 the line. It has a three element Kodak Anastigmat lens of 5cm focus and a 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-element lens 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 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 here, 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 shocking?

The thing is I’ve been collecting old plate cameras for well nigh half a century. But I don’t remember to have 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 store 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; and 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 then principal owner had no interest in- and basically 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, perhaps, 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 sold locally?

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, or elsewhere, 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 top 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 top 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.

(For obvious ‘hit-team-reasons’, perhaps: a) the area we occupied in the café was hidden from direct oversight by the staff; hence the agents didn’t want to be registered with the staff when making orders? b) the agents didn’t want to leave DNA on their cups and/or plates? c) dito for fingerprints?).

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, or blow in the ear (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 have controlled 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 minister’s reception I was openly insulted by said superior.

This was as completely unexpected as unmistakeable, so that I was simply unable to instantly 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 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 reckless at least in all of Europe?

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

Link 1.
DANSKE BANK – DUHAMEL – COPENHAGEN – THIBAUDAT

(14./15.Upd.16./17.Sept.2019)

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DUHAMEL – COPENHAGEN – THIBAUDAT

(9.Sept.2019) 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- or TV-plays, i.e. when the spoken word is important.

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 exception, 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) 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 probably 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 – Ultra-Great-Belt – fraction don’t neccessarily function in concordance with the eastern part, made up mostly of the big city’s folks?

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? (Note 1).

But luckily there are still a few hotbeds of life 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 are 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 more or less malicious harassment that the DeepState has found pertinent to apply to myself throughout a couple of decades.

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 find a specimen to quote, as the pages is not cut open, and I don’t have a penknife handy.
Hence here’s another quote, quite found 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. (Could it perhaps be a son of ‘le grand Francois’?).

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 more to hone my french rather than by an irresistable attraction to the plots, I think. Frankly I thought his books rather boring, and I’m certainly not planning to read them again.

But I look forward to reading twenty pages of critique of Simenon, the author, and his books, 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.

Like it may control our new government completely?

Lykketoft – Bjerregaard – Pind

Face Detection in Copenhagen

The Autodafés and The Secret Courts of Law in Denmark

(9./16.Sept.2019/17.Jan./5.Nov.2020)

Links:

www.lewrockwell.com

https://aanirfan.blogspot.com

www.zerohedge.com

https://aanirfan.blogspot.com/2014/04/links.html

https://aanirfan.blogspot.dk/2017/07/gert-pederson.html

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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, I believe, 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 17th century Danish Royals, which no doubt would make it a slightly unusual 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

*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.