Moveable Feast Cafe 2017/08/30 … Open Thread

Hamburg:
Alleged Islamist hanged himself in his cell . ..
One of four brothers, members of the al-Nusra front in Syria but now part of a terrorist gang/organization in Germany, Gruppe Dschabhat al-Nusra—or identified as such in Germany.
I always wonder when these people in detention in prison supposedly hang themselves. How the h— do they manage to do it?
Why would someone do that?
Why would a believing Muslim do that?
He is the second Islamist terror suspect in detention in Germany to commit suicide this year.

http://www.spiegel.de/politik/deutschland/hamburg-mutmasslicher-islamist-erhaengt-sich-in-zelle-a-1165310.html

Katherine

Lavrov Responds to Netanyahu’s Claim of Iran Allegedly Aiming to Attack Israel

https://sputniknews.com/politics/201708301056914436-russia-israel-netanyahu-lavrov-syria/

“The Russian foreign minister commented on Prime Minister Netanyahu’s claim accusing Iran of preparing to attack Israel.

Russia does not have any information that anyone is preparing an attack on Israel, Russian Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov said Wednesday.

“We do not have any information that someone is preparing an attack on Israel,” Lavrov told a press conference.”

Translation: Lavrov said netanyahoo was talking govno.

in addition to all informations of the day here the tendencies of the Week

Learn to study the unknown by it’s signs

https://mundanestagebuch.blogspot.de/2017/08/under-green-spell-virgo-heart-and-child.html

I’ve got a little time before my meeting. There’s a lot I want to say but the bulk of it will have to wait. Instead, I’ll review my day cafe-style to learn about me.

I went to bed last night at 7:30 exhausted; I could not even put two words together but I was able to repeat the word love. I got a full night’s sleep, and rose at 6, an hour or two before the sun, and just after dawn. I watered the trees in the field of dreams among the sacred art: shrine, peace circle, lovers’ circle, triangle pointing to the north star, intersection rebar triangle of man and womam, altar of sacrifice and greenhouse of yang and yoni.

I had my breakfast of five oranges, the last of the lot formerly picked. Then picked another two buckets, climbing like a monkey into the tree, fruit picker and buckets in hand.

I visited with the landlord in residence, a friend. Later with a couple with revolutionary dress and music–about some construction site on Indian land. Awesome mix of native american and hard rap. They were sweeping up an awesome amount of dirt in the kitchen.

I caught up some here with the Two Sisters’ cafe, and the new Lone White Man one.

I had brunch at 11, consisting of ground up pumpkin seeds, sprouted and sundried buckwheat kernals, raisins, bee pollen and soaked chia seeds. I skipped the walnuts; a friend suggested I’m taking in too much fat, although I sure don’t look it. This is my only dry meal of the day, although I add water to make it a puree. I didn’t need a nap but I was tired and laid down on my flat bed and gave myself a full body massage in the 110 heat under the tarp, despite the partial tree shade. The inverted bed did nothing for me so I’m back to flat.

At three, I ate a rather large watermelon, careful to leave a piece for the bees and flies buzzing around, so they wouldn’t bother me so much, trying to get at what I was eating. Fortunately, the bees were into honey, and not like the yellow jackets that chased the owner into the house when he doused their nest with water.

I drew the hot hose water for my daily baptism bath for salvation and healing, in the rubbermaid storage container, inside my office, kitchen, 8×10, mostly framed with 1×2’s and covered with polyethylene sheeting.

It was 104 outside and 112 inside the motorhome, now inhabited by my son. He’s only here on week-ends mostly; now studying in Santa Barbara by the Pacific, overlooking the ocean in what is arguably the most beautiful campus in America; anyway it’s way cooler by the sea, unless the winds are Satan Ana, or Santa Ana as they say.

Then I had my evening meal of four oranges that had fallen from the tree and split with the impact. I caught up to the two cafes, as they stand now, and at the main articles. The cafe readings were awesome and revealing, although they didn’t predict my future.

I’ve left out a lot but that gives me an idea of what a fine day I can have when the mood is upon me. “oh, oh, oh, I’m in the mood for you.” (Dylan). Makes up for days like yesterday when I was unconsciously planning suicide by water fasting. I pulled back from that precipice in the nick of time.

So what did I learn besides “it’s all about Dennis”? Well, I hope to share that tomorrow but have to run for now. Thanks so much for sharing. “When I’m all alone in the great unknown, I’ll remember you.” Dylan.

Love, Dennis

Greetings Dear Saker Friends,
Due to a variety of life circumstances, (health and family), I have had to use my time in other ways than chatting in my favorite cafe. I still take time to read and have continued to appreciate all that can be learned while wandering through the Vineyard.

I am writing today to sound some caution on this forum about cryptocurrency. It might be a giant lure with some very deep roots in the activities of the usual suspects. I am not going to argue the point, just want to encourage everyone to research what seems to be lurking behind the scenes in the development of cyrpto currency, and that it may not be a free pass from the mighty grip of the global cabal.
Lynette Zang, and Adapt 2030 have recently published a couple of interviews explaining what they have uncovered behind the scenes in the world of crypto currency. It seems the chinese have been tasked by the IMF with developing an asset based cryptocurrency called ACC Chain that will utilize all other cryptos tying them into a global digital currency. There is a very revealing ad for ACChain which shows our evolution from money into a digital currency wonderland where every single asset that you own is digitalized, and valued against a global currency.

So poke around before you jump on the band wagon. I have also included a link from Real Speaks which gives an overview from the perspective that accchain is likely the mark of the beast. I want to strongly emphasize I am not promoting these links for their underlying philosophy or financial recommendations, but only for the overview they provide about the very quiet Chinese development of crypto.

Love k

GREG HUNTER INTERVIEWS LYNETTE ZANG
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ysg18MYFuCU

Timeline for Global Crypto-Currency Acceptance, Digitizing Commodities- by David DuByne https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AiHxJ…

Crypto Currency- The Mark of the Beast
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCQKNvsIQxE&t=1s

Good morning. Aren’t social conventions nice? Aren’t cafes conducive to social conventions? I’m feeling reasonably good, with a touch of sadness but you may or not be. How would I know? And it may not be morning where you are.

In a holistic universe, where the part contains the whole, and the whole the part, are we not all solipsistic to a degree. How else could it be? I believe you exist and that there is an independent world, separate from myself. But what can I know or be if it does not start with me?

I am taken to task for not being more concerned with humanity as a whole, and less self-centered. But is there anything like humanity, when it comes right down to it? In the final analysis, aren’t we all individuals? Christianity certainly propounded this doctrine, with a personal God, and a quite personal Jesus, whatever the actual historicity was. The stories of this one individual stand on their own as philosophy and personology.

The rise of the state and the state of empires made persons dependents on the system. Love for persons was changed to power over them. Persons are now being made into objects of commerce; corporations are now super persons by law; and pets will soon be marriage partners, with the rights of persons attached thereto.

The world is being turned inside out, and upside down. Why? By persons who hate the idea of personhood because of the responsibility it demands? In the clutches of impersonal state power, it’s not easy to be a person like Jesus, or even God. Persons have to be able to stand alone as sovereign and free, independent of state power.

Lose that and lose all, except a return to chaos. Some apparently love chaos because no one can order them, or order them around. Hurt, resentment and rage lingers in the shadows of the past. War is but one of the symptoms of a disordered and overturned order of love.

Yes, the center that holds and the circumference that enfolds. Without that, anything goes, eventually into evildom’s throes. Pain and hard rain, as in drops of iron. Beauty and the Beast, a Hotel California feast. “What you do to me, you do to the least,” in the holistic nest and bower’s breast.

I witnessed that hornet’s nest and lover’s breast in my cafe readings yesterday. Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, Ozimandias, Percy Shelley and others presented by you, are sweet and sour messengers to my tenuous world, balancing on the precipice of time and space.

I’m not picking on Percy; just using him as an example of the shadows brooding behind the disney will of the wisps world. He wrote beautifully, but you don’t often hear of his abandoned lover, pregnant with his child, who drowned herself, a few years before Percy himself was drowned.

I don’t know the backstory, other than the one Miles Mathis commemorates with his painting of Harriet Westbrook Shelley, evocative of a crucified She’sus. For every sweet bower there is a sour army to remind us of tender and tough love. Love is a laser with diverse applications, like the wireless mouse I’m using.

Harriet Westbrook drowned and Anna Karenina used a railroad to end their love deprived lives. We’ll never know how many Chinese Coolies died building the US transcontinental railroad, or how many native coolies died for the Silk Road Initiative, or how many sow’s ears it took to make that silk purse.

We are presented with the silky satin side while the seemy/seamy side is ignored as collateral damage. It’s curious how the labels get switched. I guess obor gave too much of the game away, since any linguist or conspiracy analyst can see that obor in reverse is robo, as in robocop, or robot, or simply bot.

OK, it’s 9 am and time for my breakfast of oranges. In regard to obor, I’m just saying that rotten apples are not ripened oranges. Bene distinguere, bene discere. obor could be a good thing if were running on the solid bedrock of love, but it is not. It’s grounded on the same old quicksand of unexamined life, right down to blood and bone. If the new silk road, or whatever it is called, is still a belt of roads, all leading to Rome; hell, that’s not where I’m going ’cause I’m going Home.

I had my breakfast of five oranges which I picked yesterday. I live in a sort of paradise, literally a “walled garden.” It is a gift, I just happened to rent a place where the owner has an orange orchard. But then I believe in a panacea of love, after the Lover Panacea. I also like Jacques Derrida’s phenomenology of the gift.

We were given the gift of paradise but it was an oasis in a desert of submarines, a walled garden. We threw it all away.

“I once held her in my arms
She said she would always stay
But I was cruel
I treated her like a fool
I threw it all away

Love is all there is, it makes the world go ’round
Love and only love, it can’t be denied
No matter what you think about it
You just won’t be able to do without it
Take a tip from one who’s tried”

Sofia, the Young, at the piano was wonderful but Anna Fedorova, the Mature, blew me back to Milwaukee, with her piano concerto #2 by Rachmaninoff, where I resided in my final days of monasticism. I was reading Ann Rand and she turned me onto Sergei, the musical soul of Russia. To this day, I associate Tchaikosky with the tough Love Army and Rachmaninoff with the tender Love Bower.

The Jews are said to have the highest IQ’s in literacy and the Chinese in math. Like minds gather together like birds of a feather. Germanic Jews like Merkel don’t have to go to China because China comes to them. High IQ birds of a feather. The Russians are a round peg in a foursquare world; they just don’t fit and they never quit. They came in through the North Pole with blue eyes and fair skin; but now face the danger of being corrupted from within by terminator technology.

I read with interest the Global Research article by Chaim Kupferberg in 2002, linked by love knows whom. Chaim is the name and covering for the Zionists is the game. So Hizullah and Hamas are the terrorists, and Giulani is to blame. But I dwell too much on matters that do not matter.

I just love Bro. He holds up a mirror for me, like art to nature. He calls it Learyan Mirror Duty, or simply Dennis Duty. The bone of contention is obor but the whole body runs deep. He does me a valuable service. I don’t know but I can guess at what’s going on.

It concerns different kinds of pain. In Latin, pain is called poena, or dolor, or agonia. “Laetitia sine poena non habet.” No pleasure without pain. No gain without pain. Lies one and all. Our culture is founded on the plain of pain, so guess what we get? Frozen shoulders and broken hearts. It comes with the territory we choose to live in.

This story goes back 75,000 years as far as our species is concerned, so don’t take it too personally. I don’t like to talk like this, and I usually don’t; because it seems so cold and heartless. So much easier to sympathise, or suffer-with. Ignore the causes and treat the symptoms.

It is all to the good that Bro shares his pain. That takes courage and is a service. In the latest comment, he tells of his oldest sister at 12 in 1957, going off to boarding school by plane, causing him at 6 or 7 to weep, and be laughed at by bystanders. Ouch. That hurts. And then to wounded again when people fly the vineyard nest for parts unknown.

If it’s true that there is a rule against good-by rituals of such sweet sorrow, blame it on Dennis. Half the dearly departed ones might say it is because of him. Fine, I’ll take the blame if it is any comfort to Bro. Bro has shared several like stories, over the years.

I hate pain, although I try to love it when it comes knocking on my door. I just got over episodic tooth pain when I ate, and I am still recovering from a second groin pain muscle ache. At my age, it’s always something or other, because deep down I need that pain to feel alive. That belief system is based on nothing but hot air but it becomes real when I participate in that deal.

Dylan called it Hard Rain. The Stones called it Sympathy for the Devil, and Paint It Black. There is no black without a white background. When I was working in the Veterans Administration as a nurse, a Nam vet told of how he was knocked unconscious and dragged to safety in a firefight. He never learned who it was. There are so many heroic stories like that.

My point is that it is not a black or white world, but a rainbow of sweet water, if we choose to drink at that well. Too simplistic and absolute, you say. Fine, have it your way. I choose love, way back with Eve for nature, then Moses for God, then Jesus for love and now all for love. I’m all in for love, except when I’m not.

The Love Army makes it sooooooo easy. Start with “think love,” which includes feel love. Too hard? Then do it the hard way. We’ll all get there; it’s just a matter of time and timeless space, before we see love’s face.

When I get bogged down in the rational-irrational borderlands of despair, mundanomaniac rides to the rescue. Last early evening, I had the pleasure of feeling the nearly three quarters moon, that appeared like a side view of a pregnant belly. Was it “Under the Green Spell?”, a “…green ‘watery’ week’ of Venus…risking her skin in Leo’s deserts.” My mind deserts me but my knower within decodes with ease.

“…physicly it is water, psychicly it is the unconsciousness of all beginning…Moon whose journey begins in the free horizon of Sagittarius…” No obor specs this, nor consumerism on steroids. The long and short of it is that I direct my lover laser to pain wherever it reigns.

In the age of the Triumph of Spectacle, the Saker’s honesty is refreshing. He feels free to say such politically incorrect things as “shame on Russia,” and regarding freedom of speech within its borders, “China [is the] worst offender.” No no, dont go back to those Chinese Coolies and opium dens. Saker says, unlike Simon says: “I wrote what I wrote,” echoing Pilate to the quibbling and quarreling Pharisees and Sadducees.

Enough politesse. It’s 11:11 and time for brunch with a bunch of seeds. Despite appearances to the contrary, I am contrary to appearances, contrarian as I am. I kid you not–I’ve been thinking of watching Anna Karenina, wondering if it’s on the web for free, and where; when what to my wondering eyes should appear: Bro’s link to the dance scene that told me all I need to know about monogamy; of which Pride and Prejudice’s dance is a country bumpkin.

Dimitri Shostakovich’s second waltz is a wonder, the wonder of it being that Bro in all his pain can gain this kind of ascendancy of insight into the dance of life and death. Anna Karenina is the other side of Anna Fedorova. “Laetitia sine poena non habet” shortened to “Laetitia sine poena” period.

Or, in the voice of Ray Charles: “I can’t stop loving you.”

Love, Dennis, 11:22 am, Ojai

Situation on Korean Peninsula on Brink of Large-Scale Conflict – Putin

https://sputniknews.com/military/201709011056977306-korean-peninsua-situation-large-conflict/

“I have to say a few words about the situation on the Korean Peninsula, where tensions have grown recently and the situation is balancing on the brink of a large-scale conflict. Russia believes that the policy of putting pressure on Pyongyang to stop its nuclear missile programme is misguided and futile,” Putin said in an article published by leading media of BRICS states on the threshold of the BRICS summit that will be held in the southeastern Chinese city of Xiamen on September 3-5.

The president pointed out that the problem must be solved through a dialogue without provocations and pressure.

“The region’s problems should only be settled through a direct dialogue of all the parties concerned without any preconditions. Provocations, pressure and militarist and insulting rhetoric are a dead-end road,” Putin said.

He added that Russia and China had created a “roadmap for a settlement on the Korean Peninsula that is designed to promote the gradual easing of tensions and the creation of a mechanism for lasting peace and security.”

considering the source, the article is OK coverage of Putin and N. Korea

http://news.trust.org/item/20170901080348-cbcrb

Russian consulate violation:

1.This is a deep state move for sure–they raided Montefort and found a nothing burger but with all the techie traitors oozing in the muck and mire of SF, they will find “something” so look alert. Watch the first newscast carefully as details are often shown that are later hastily redacted.

2. RT might think about having cameras outside filming. The Whole World is Watching! And interview the families who were evicted from their homes for this fishing party “search” much like what is happening to Trump’s son in Washington, DC. it is the same deep state modus operandi.

3. And Putin reserves the right to an equal response which might come in handy during the 2018 elections or before.

4.As the Syrian-Russia alliance defeats Daesh in Syria, so will the attacks on Russia and Russians of rank increase. The deep state beast is beginning to writhe and thrash . They are going to have Sen Feinstein retire on way or another as she stood up to the CIA messing with her computer files and recently talked reconciliation with Trump. Oh, the shrieks of fury from the echo chamber!