The Trophy Wine

“Anyway, here is an intersecting line which closes at the hypotenuse but still on this side of the river. Thales’ Intercept law discloses the ratio of that line intercept, with the distance of the line all the way across to the other side by relating it to the vertical parallel line ratios formed for any other point which can be directly measured because they fall on this side of the river.”

“Oh.” I said, rather thickly I suppose. Because yes I got it, if only vaguely. I got the basic concept that one was able to determine precisely the distance across to the other side.

“The real value to you though, at this time in history, is the application of the Lanchester’s Square Law to the Thales Intercept. This will give you the time dependency of any trajectory – say for example of the average values of real estate – where the actual annual population growth rate is seriously falling against the long-term over all world wide population linear increase trend line. Which it is of course.”

“Oh. I didn’t know.” I kind of did know, but not with any formal conscious sense of an importance to its meaning. Off the cuff it seemed to me that this might or did in fact, imply that real estate values although very high and apparently as strong as you could imagine in terms of linear trajectory, were bound to fall.

“Ah no.” Leader guy MacGregor interdicted my stream of thoughts. “I know what you’re thinking but it is not necessarily going to happen all just so like that, because the current world wide obtaining ruling strata’s political actions will always seek to prevent that thing from happening even at all by interposing a large range of artificial measures designed to interdict such calamitous falls. Because such a thing would be calamitous to the present markets, and to banks both retail and central and their wholesaling money-centre arms.”

He folded up the piece of paper into its wallet cover and replaced that back inside his jacket.

“Let’s say for argument’s sake, that a critical moment occurs in the near future, say, just two years from now. Let’s say the private holder of real estate can generally sell none of it and even if so, then only at fire-sale prices, and the on-costs of holding property, land rates, maintenance costs, energy and so on, are becoming much larger than they are capable of paying from all practical revenue sources. Let’s say that.

“You see, the main issue is that governments of all political persuasions in any case are extracting money from things they do not own and have never legitimately owned – namely from one of the core factors of production, that is to say from land – by on the one hand convincing private units of actual revenue creation, aka human beings, that land and building prices always advance, and on the other hand levying ever larger moneys on that presumed ever-increasing capital.

“But it is not ever-increasing.

“And so faced with that economic problem for which there is no genuine possibility of an artificial solution, governments will engage in ever more grandiose, often ludicrous and stubborn and lunatic artificial schemes. And whereas no one will truly understand - although there will be more than enough opinions - what is happening or what is going on and what the reasons are for such seeming insanities embarked upon by governments, you will both understand the reasons for them and the impossibility of any of them ever being realised as truly functional solutions to the main underlying quite explosive pressures.

“And the first thing that happens when governments – or kings or rulers - go insane, is that the people suffer and they too go mad. But they don’t just go mad, the situation is terminal for many of them, who literally simply expire after a while.

“We do not need to invade here violently or obviously. These people are all going to kill themselves off, if fairly slowly by your reckoning -, whereas by our reckoning it is plenty fast enough.”

“This is going to be very dismal for me to watch.” I replied.

“Not so.” He returned. “Look...”

He half-turned to cast a glance at the others in here, in the living room space.

“Do you think they are all of them unaware of what is taking place? But they are permanently living in a troupe, a close-knit pod with access always to the maths, to the geometry and the celestial dynamics which exists across all of Eternity and is itself above Eternity. I just showed you some.” He tapped his jacket where an internal pocket was.

“All those rich doctors in Holland, back in history during the Black Death, who were there, all alone at home, drinking medicinal Jenever, and pondering over the values of those tulips with the tulip breaking virus in them... Why are they different to the rich doctors of today, who are also at home, in their own incredibly expensive mansions – drinking their good wines and looking over their cellar stocks and contemplating the future purchase of a trophy wine at over a hundred thousand dollars a bottle?

“Like what happens with leading sires in the international horse racing stud league, major stud-owners encourage if not directly and covertly actually sponsor the purchase of stallions at record prices – well, trophy wines find prices by similar processes.”

“So I can’t buy anything like that,” I said. “Firstly because I do not have that kind of money, and secondly and more importantly because I am not the one - and nor is anyone else evidently, in the private world – who can arrange the marquee sale because from what you are saying it is all really done behind the scenes first anyway.”

“Correct.”

I looked at him for some answers. He just looked back at me for a few seconds.

“Unlike the rich doctors, you can sustain yourself joining with them.” He nodded over to the people in the living room.

“And don’t forget, the human world is already breaking through into its own era of AI – or at least what it is calling ‘AI’ – in order to process big data and thereby derive ultimate conclusions about a given thing especially about investing strategies for one good example.

“These people here have defined regular access to the most sophisticated thinking processes in the whole entire Universe – which looks at those fixed Eternal mathematics and also fixed if dynamical processes laws – and then also get clear and summarised understandable information on the given matter in question that they are desiring to know about.”

I suddenly realised that they were not just hanging together here, all of them, including McLaren woman – not just for fun, so to speak. They were in a methodical process of acquiring information from a multi-sensory pathway that was going on right there; that is to say right here, right now and in this place, this virtually sectioned-off hotel suite that was regularly used by either of, oil company executives, or ‘possibly’ agency people travelling between distant stations.

I was in here with them but I couldn’t understand it like they all were able to though I knew now it was something meaningful and that it all had an organised strict form of linguistics entailed.

The days when at least a small number of people in clandestine government agencies were co-ordinating with a genuine contact group post the WWII Tuxedo Park events – part of whose original number included David R. Hawkins from the Manhattan Project, and later on Russell Targ who was not part of the original Tuxedo Park scientific think-tank but very much at that level with laser technologies – had passed.

Today there was new blood and no one at CIA or anywhere else like it believed the old rumours. Forget them so much as even taking a short look at the old archived files

And that was in spite of the existence of the government and agency-archived files dating from Thomas C Schelling’s counter-intelligence programs – from which in fact the recent ‘finding’ and ‘showing’ of supposed Alien mummies in Mexico come and not least also the ‘predator’ Alien description came via J. Allen Hynek’s son and Hollywood visual effects artist and Joel Hynek.

I mention all of that because of the hand movements that I was watching them all do among each other.

They all looked completely drugged out to me but at the same time at certain specific junctions in the audio – which was by now very loud indeed - with all of their eyes closed or virtually closed, they were all making if languorously, particular similar hand movements.

These movements were not the same as, but definitely reminiscent of the scenes in Spielberg and Phillips’ ‘Close Encounters’ movie, in which it was apparently being conveyed by a character in the film that there was some sort of ethno-musicology background for the particular movements in the movie which were linked in various cultures to purported ET Alien visits.

It could have been a hand dance.

It could all just have been that.

Didn’t really look like that though...