Frank Capra’s “The Lost Horizon” is a great adventure movie, but the idea that captured Western imaginations in many surprising and mysterious ways, was a book first. Before that, it was a quest for a secret place, lost in the mists of time. The significance of the book and movie was as far reaching as the idea of the mystic region of Shangi-la (Shambala) that made for some legendary myths around it, for centuries to come. I usually show trailers for my movie favourites I share, but I liked this documentary so much, I thought this would provide a context for telling you about the impact that this idea of the place on the hill, somewhere, would have, in all sorts of other times and places. So, let’s travel back in time, before we see where the quest leads us, before we settle back in the moment, to enjoy the movie.
Ready to rest after your mental exertions? Grand, so. Snuggle in cosily for an armchair adventure, and a flight of fantasy Holywood style, which sees the myth and spiritual legend turned into a romantic adventure, by the wonderful Frank Capra, in glorious black n’ white (perfect for all that snow, which is often blue and purple, but we add the colour in our own imaginations anyhow, so who needs the technicolour treatment?). It’s great fun, beautifully shot, and really magical. We are so lucky to be able to glimpse this lost horizon, because there was also quite a quest to be able to recover the footage, which disappeared in the mists for a while.
The AI jerks are always about, and there’s a whole brood of them, currently swarming, that’s a pretty nasty one. I’ve spoken about the game they play, many times on this blog. I haven’t spoken much about the kind of future they envision for us all, though.
To them it’s a Utopia, where all their desires can be fulfilled, and they get to be their best self. They want that for us all, apparently, and seek to educate us, so that we learn to love the AI, and long for the promised Eden of Singularity Land, where the robot and human enter into a (simulated and virtual) love pact, that there’s no going back from. This would seem like an unholy union, to the normal person, but these people are into all things freaky, and aspire to have everyone in the world become a freak as well, so they can announce that as the New Normal. Ben Goertzel is their pin-up boy, and Sofia the chatbot a fount of wisdom, in this dystopic vision the technohippies have in mind for us.
The idea of the Singularity is, in their minds, a kind of race to the bottom, for humanity, although they view the giving in, in a hedonistic orgy of vulgar oafishness, as a beautiful transition into a Brave New World, that we should all long for. They are bewildered when you point out that anti-humanistic Satanistic technofreakery isn’t really your thing, and suggest you just aren’t evolved enough to dig all the soft porn they post, to tempt you in with. Philosophy pisses them off, big time, too, as I found out when I posted my first comment in one of their threads, a link to an article about Plato’s conception of beauty, having seen one of them enthuse about her game character’s physical beauty, which, in her mind, was a by-product of kindness. The matrix started glitching, when faced with intelligent discusssion, and philosophy not just providing a cool allegorical reference for Plato’s cave, that could translate to a gaming environment as a shirtless male model on a couch in an underground carpark, and to heck with the philosophy bit.
Two people making logical philosophical points in their thread fried the circuits, and when logic didn’t compute, a fuse blew somewhere, that started out with threats……………..
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then, rather hilariously, led to a curse being put on my poor ol’ book, “The Q Affaire”.
I mean, what has a comedic romance thriller novel done to deserve this, other than a spot of light philosophising, I ask you? Satanists aren’t big on humour, though. I knew that already, having come across many of them in my time on YouTube. You can often recognise them by the little wings, with puzzling little dots, which according to Q, is locust poop. Their idea of what is acceptable to post on social media is fairly poop as well, and I ended up having to report one of them to Twitter, for the video of the very young looking girl below, doing unmentionable and tonsil-damaging things to an unsuspecting banana, while dressed up as a cat. The girl posting it was a blue haired female who was doing her best to look like her gaming avatar, and one hopes that this ARG group of LARPers she associates with are just sharing their soft porn stuff between themselves, and not dragging children into virtual reality games with them, online. They seem to me to be a pretty good reason to not give your kid access to a phone or computer until they are at least 21. At least if you don’t want them to get dissed, doxed, and cursed all in a day, by satanic larpers playing an online ARG. This group strike me as people with a lot of personal problems, that they would like everyone else to have as well, so they can call it the norm. Thank goodness the Singularity is nowhere near. I’d hate to see what that thing would look like, if these were the brains helping program it.
I just discovered the Brunella one. She's the elevator fluff for today. What I saw on the real one's page made me wish I hadn't looked. Underage asian porn. These aren't well people. All the lowest aspects of mass culture are there, in that sick group of Satanists. pic.twitter.com/UBOelefUDE
Oh, I forgot to mention, being called a shill. Must have been the threats, curses, and doxing that made it temporarily slip my mind. Took me a while to decode the word salad in this Tweet I received, but basically this blue haired female avatar, who insists he’s a male, who just finds it more convenient to pretend to be female in Twitter, for strangers, but gets annoyed when they think he is one, with the mistaken idea they are treated better than men (I didn’t see his friends treat people too well, as they waltz around Twitter threatening and cursing people, and subjecting them to looking at their creepy porn content). He seemed to think I’m being paid to write my book, “The Q Affaire”. Or something. As I say…..
Goodness only knows precisely what’s being conveyed, because…
A. These people are confused about everything, ranging from gender, to how to speak English, right on up to how to visualise a decent future for themselves, based on behaving decently in the present……
and…..
B. They are inveterate liars, who are playing an ARG game online, the stated rules of which (letting people know they are in a game) they are breaking, themselves, because they have no morals or ethics, and follow the Satanic Crowley law only, “do as thou wilt”. What they don’t tell anyone about, is that they are hoping to entrap innocent people into joining their game, so they can mess up their heads, their lives, and threaten and dox them. For fun. That’s the average Satanist’s view of what fun is, you see. Welcome to the dystopian future. Or you could just fry their circuits, by saying no to their jerky game and depressing future.
Why do you think I laugh at their curses, Q? They are the cursed ones, with minds like that. Warped. Don't even look at their stuff any more. It's too yukky for anyone decent to look at. It'll self-destruct, it's so ugly. It's like the decline and fall of the Roman Empire. pic.twitter.com/TFUvpea2um
This is an old show by now, first broadcast in 2010, one of two-part daytime TV special, made for UK audiences, in which Jeremy Kyle discusses various cults, interviewing members, and families involved. This is reblogged from Dialogue Ireland’s website. Jeremy Kyle ( a bit of a drama queen himself – the British equivalent of Jerry Springer, bottom of the barrel viewing, featuring all sorts of fruit and nut cases ) interviews people involved in different cult organisations, including Dave McKayof the Jesus Christians, asking the question, are they cults, or just religious communities? Brian Birmingham, who, strangely enough, I am suspected of being by at least one YouTuber, confronts Dave McKay and temperatures inevitable rise all round. Jeremy, as usual, is focussed (mostly on his ratings, one assumes). To be honest, I prefer Jerry Springer myself.
Note: Part 11 of 12 parts seems to be absent from the Dialogue Ireland page, so you can find it here, below the other link.
The vedics believed that dance was a direct connection to the spiritual.
This dancer, Shalini Patnaik, blows me away, and it is hard to think you are not in contact with something divine when she dances. The sitar player is Anouska Shankar, daughter of the legendary Ravi Skankar, and she is no slouch in the music department either. They are all really grooving on this music, and the good vibrations are strong all round. Anoushka Shankar is an interesting gal, because she has managed to cross over into various different culture’s musical traditions, and create music with other musical artists, without sacrificing one iota of her musical integrity. The result is pure magic, time and time again.Vedic music explores the relationship between the forces of chaos and those of order. Other traditions have similar juxtapositions built in; the result is a harmonious blending of primal forces of yin/yang energies. Sometimes there is frenzy and chaos in evidence, at others the rhythm of life flows as gracefully through the music as water from a mountain top towards the sea.
Alla Kushnir dances to Setanta’s Black Magic Woman
Aren’t these ladies beautiful? I think Byron had someone like this in mind when he wrote She Walks In Beauty,in 1814.
The greatest cross in the world is to be without a cross’. These are the words of the famous Jesuit preacherBishop Fulton J. Sheen, a popular lecturer on a wide range of topics. Bishop Fulton’s humour and knowledge on a wide range of insightful topics made him popular with Sunday Catholic TV audiences in the 50s. His series of shows begins with a sermon on
Bend the knee, pull up a pew in the comfort of your own home, and get ready to take notes (or just write the best jokes down; you’re allowed laugh in thischapel), because I guarantee he will hypnotizeyou with his riveting sermons. Or just switch channels and watch cartoons instead.
The Power of No Blog 