The Trophy Wine

I think I was just forced to in my own mind, in my own way of thinking, to continue on and ask it this way - “Well what’s the moral calculus for slaughtering innocent people along with the heads and their footsoldiers who are making all of these decisions and carrying them out, the ones that will inevitably lead the world into virtually an ultimate disaster?”

He answered straight away, as if already expecting the kind of question. “Have you yourself ever seen in reality one of those ugly ET creatures that are everywhere in the public discussion?”

“No I never have.”

“In order to understand what is going on with global political power that is clearly leading the world now into massive conflagration, you need to understand why and who. It should of course be obvious but it isn’t with the standard human style of thinking, that the one thing these things can never do is make something beautiful. Have you ever observed that they cannot? And there is a reason for that.

“Yet at the same time the image, that ‘iconic’ or at least typical image is real enough. This is a serpentine mindset, which knows a lot more about you at a deep Jungian level you might say, and more about what will happen sociologically than you yourselves know or are able to predict reliably. And its ubiquitous tactic is to pre-empt actuality with designed, parallel-construction fraud. So that when something higher is about to dawn on the world, and into people’s growing minds - to put it in a better more accurate way – it will have already laid a false path that will serve to distract and to delay. Maybe even kill you. It must not just survive at all costs, but have primacy. This is what controls the mind of government, so to speak. It is nothing but atavistic, ancient killer instinct built on a primal skill for deceit.

“I mean look at this for example: can you just imagine, a race or species arrives here across multiple light years of time and distance – which implies they must have simply incredible, by current Earth terms, technology – but they crash.”

He seemed to chuckle if quietly. He paused a second or so and then continued: “So then the military – has to always be the major power executive – recovers the bodies. And naturally, they look like these ugly serpent or reptile-skinned creatures. So that means, or the narrative implies, that space Aliens, with amazing technology - are ugly reptiles. So then it’s okay then if the government involves itself with ugly reptiles, because they will give you all technology.

“And then, not satisfied with this story, and although the government’s prime militaristic groups are only able to reliably track and record Alien craft in the last ten or fifteen years with actual unerring and accurate technology -, and again, regardless that these guys have come across however many light years to get here – the US government or the Russians or anyone, just is able to shoot them down five decades and more ago. So that they have ‘captured’ technology that they can reverse-engineer.

“This is plainly nonsense.”

“Yeah, I know. It doesn’t sound right.”

“And that’s because it isn’t right. But it is the fairy tale your governments all have spawned and pushed onto the public via variations of COINTELPRO. Is it entirely unreasonable to think the agenda behind such lying is not a good one as far as the human race is concerned?”

“But then, well does that mean - are you going to destroy things here then?” (I was thinking Sodom and Gomorrah here!).

“I mean, I like some kinds of fast food for instance -, you know.” I found myself saying that pretty earnestly. “Why do we have to forego all of this good kind of progress, to rid ourselves of some bad kinds of developments?”

“It’s not like that, John. You know better than that. Why are you so all-fired anxious about stuff and all that now?”

“Okay but what am I supposed to do? What do you actually want, like, I mean from me? Vera I understand. One of your team fell for her um, Southern charms and that was that about it I suppose.”

He reached an arm out and held it behind my back near to it but not touching me and himself made towards the dining table – which meant I was indicated to follow no doubt.

“Let’s just go and look at the wine now, shall we?”

“Look at the wine? I hope you mean drink the wine.”

“Yes, drink it.” He affirmed. “But you know, if we were to destroy absolutely everything, and wait a while and then start everything all over again afterwards – that would certainly put a different spin on your experiencing these bottles... Am I right?”

“Don’t scare me.”

Surely, but surely some one of these people had somehow brought in a food warmer thing-y that I hadn’t noticed them do. Because it looked like to me there was a serving dish of slow-cooked butterflied beef and gravy. And there was this bottle of chilli jam there too.

Jesus!

“What we would really like you to do now is to more fully integrate with us. And then maybe too, you can find some others to take along presently.”

“Integrate? How? Look at my skin, it’s tough and thick. It’s not like yours. And I don’t know how to do that light thing y’all do. I can’t do that. How can I integrate when I don’t really know what you are thinking, or how you think -, like you all seem to be able to read each other’s minds. And you must have such a vast repository of detailed knowledge acquired over god-only-knows how long. Will my brain cope? Will our AI be able to match and harmonise with your AI?” (I didn’t even know the * I was talking about, but it sounded about right).

“Well we’ll show you what we think, how we think...”

McKenzie acted like this was a cue of some kind because she came up to me a set of these gorgeous over-the-ear wireless headphones and waved them up at me, towards my head, signalling for me to put them on.

So I did that. While taking a slice of Leuconostoc bacteria-fermented saucisson into my mouth, its pH down to 4.5. No nitrites.

I could see they were all starting up their ‘light’ thing that they did -, again. Because the background music which had never been soft was really cranked up now and this was a new track.

...Was Jav3X – started producing commercial IDM (intelligent digital music) when he was just fifteen! And GhostDragon feat. Daye - ‘Can’t Forget.’

“Drink the wine, John.” I only just heard the leader guy say it above the audio’s sound levels, as he stretched forward and slightly lifted one of the cans off an ear. “Who knows it might be the very last time you will ever drink this wine again. ...Or maybe the first time you will drink it truly as one of us.”

Their circle was spinning. With them all inside of it as just one entity it sure seemed like. I wasn’t inside of whatever communications that light held for them.

But I heard and understood the music. I could see their heads go back at certain key points and I imagined their eyeballs rotating back up inside the tops of their eyelids. There was no way though that my body was going to be able to match the gracefulness of their movements. This was something else again. Their sheer simple movements were spectacular.

And then, Adaja Black - and I knew it now. Knew what she was doing there with her hands in that German-produced video clip. Never could get it before. Kyau & Albert with Adaja Black – ‘Love Letter From The Future.’

So what then, what if they were not going to destroy the world, what were they planning instead.

Because they sure as heck were up to something right now.

And the wine though, right. What was the wine like...? I mean the Superblend duo. Because those were pretty expensive. Not like my stuff. And I was definitely going to have some of theirs.

I started to see how fit some of these people were now. How the precision of their movements was due to the condition of their musculature and balance of their limb structures. Lithe, and extremely strong, a lot stronger than first appearances would give one to suppose.

A bit like the singer of the next track they had on. JES. JES the pescatarian mostly, the total fitness freak, on account of her intense performance schedule and stage act. Not sure if you could say it was an ‘act’ though. It was what she was really like.

Tom Fall track written and composed by Fallenius & Brieden (JES). A huge big thing. ‘Come Back.’

So the wine...

Yes.

The wine was really like – grapes. Sinuous stems, big almost grandiose juicy flesh beneath the dark blue-coloured skins, massive ancestor root stock, wide access of nutrients – minerals, carbon, sugars, water. Water the continuum substance which underlay all other things of the Universe – the thing that flowed, that was dynamic, that was the key component of pressure between opposing objects, the thing that was the nearest symbolic metaphor for life as a fundamental essence form.

But the wine was inky and concentrated. The water in it was pure and clear and clean but the matter substance of it – the wine - was dark and rich and salient to the intelligent imagination. It was telling a story about thousands, about millions of years. It was telling about death and recovery. How were such things possible? How could something be terminated and yet turn up again some time later alive?

Well because it changed. No, actually it did not simply just change. It was pulverised and brutalised and diffused and settled and then also swirled around in great big vortexes – at different times and in different places. But the water carried it, even just the moisture, or the mists. Carried it from one place to another, and reconstituted its form again in another time. Maybe.

What was salient about this wine was that it was completed; a completed thing. There was no improvement to this worth envisioning. No other, further ‘end-point.’ This was the end-point.

My wine was good too. It was also more or less just the grapes. There were no ‘toasted almonds’ or ‘roasted chestnuts’ or ‘Christmas fruits’ or ‘hints of chocolate.’ The trouble with my wine was that you could just keep drinking it and drinking it! As if it were actually just fruit juice only.

And then you’d be very drunk.