War On Iran – General Election – Kill The Canary – The Flea Market – Freud – Niels Lyhne

Today is Sunday and it’s sunny and a bit windy out there.

Wanting to check up on a couple of today’s flea-markets I firstly took a bus to the suburb Metro station ‘Femoeren’, planning to ride the Metro back to downtown Copenhagen.

On the way to Femoeren I passed by a couple of flea-markets without being able to make up my mind if it would be worth my while to jump off the bus and take a look.

So I stayed on the bus all the way to the Metro station. But then ‘things’ happened.

Almost the same minute I entered the platform the signboards went haywire. Then a voice announced over the loudspeakers there would be delays on account of something had happened to the doors on our platform.

Which seemed perhaps a bit strange as a train just left when I ascended the stairway to the platforms and everything off hand seemed ok with the platform doors.

After yet half a dozen minutes delay a train-set finally – slowly and laboriously – made its way toward us.

But after having entered the train a loudspeaker voice once again announced there would be delays due to defective doors on our station.

So after waiting a few additional minutes I finally decided to leave the train and the station altogether and find a bus back to town, due to leave in a few minutes.

This then had the added amenity I once more got a chance to visit one or both of the two flea markets passed by on my way out.

It thus happened I found myself browsing the flea market at IslandsBrygge on the East side of the Copenhagen Harbour just around 12 oclock.

As most flea markets nowadays this one also was almost devoid of any items of interest to ‘men and big boys’.

Whence you have to suspect, obviously, that almost all Danish homes are now entirely run by their women: The flea markets are simply overflowing with – and for all practical purposes only with – childrens and womens apparel.

Also perhaps you have to assume that most (young?) homes are quite poor, if only judged by the worthless bric-a-brac offered – it’s simply cheap crap, mostly.

One has to surmise, I’m afraid, that the culprit is the bubble-priced homes that most young people have to contend with: A far too large part of their incomes ends up servicing the banks for the giant loans they have to take out to buy even a modest home.

Poor earthlings – citizens of the deep-state funny-money fake-world!

However, there was one elderly gentleman who had a few items of old photographic paraphernalia on offer:

1. A 15+ year old digital SLR – the Canon D300. Including two cheap lenses, battery and charger, a small memory card and a small hold all case.

2. Two Olympus OM-10 cameras. One with the manual adapter and each with a lens: An original Olympus 28mm 3,5 in beautiful condition and a ‘pirate’ Tokina tele-lens of 135mm. All with lens covers and one ever-ready case.

This he offered me for 150 kr ($22,50), an offer it was not too difficult to accept.

Of course I don’t really know if the stuff is working or not; but the seller was a real nice elderly gentlemen, a blue collar worker and avowed keen amateur photographer, that impressed me as trustworthy.

A funny note; as I arrived at the market right around 12 oclock the market must obviously then have been open and going for about three hours; but in the few minutes I was dealing with the seller no less than two other market browsers were almost trying to nab the cameras out of my hands!

So – thank you for your help, friendly Metro-Loudspeakers: I just made it!

(Yes, that’s my new plan: To make the most of the small hints by Destiny instead of enraging and exasperating yourself over small annoyances like these).

But there is another important development to report on today – namely the last day of the ongoing Dutch book-sale in the Heilig Geist Church Community House.

The price today is 10 Kr. ($1,50), and of course I felt an urge if not a duty to take a quick look on the still half filled tables. And once again resulting in me hauling two bags of books to a nearby café where I’m writing this.

I’ill present a few of the books below, if only to once more illustrate what you may chance to buy for $1,50 in one of the Dutch book-sales in our town. (However the friendly folks from the Forum Booksellers running the current sale informed me that their next sale is not planned until late December).

But firstly a few notes on something much less important – namely the ongoing campaign for the general election to the Danish parliament, called out earlier this week. (Note 1)

That, ofcourse, is about one week later than I suggested as perhaps most likely in a post from February 26th (link 1):

26th of April: War on Iran and Danish General Election?

But otherwise the timetable I proposed SEEMS to be PERHAPS running as scheduled:

1. The attack on Iran SEEMS to be very much an option and/or even planned and/or actually folding out right now?

2. The servicing- and read-out of the heat-meters in our appartment house may still very likely turn out to become scheduled concurrently with the possible denouement of the Iran-crisis.

(Update 13.May: Has today been scheduled for 22.May – Note 1).

3. A concurrent assassination- and/or kidnap-attempt on myself would perhaps still be very desirable for the global illuminati-cabbalist deep-state and their Danish puppets? (Note 3)

I’ve put SEEMS in upper-case as it is in fact very difficult to learn what part may be just a playact to intimidate and/or confuse Iran, the World and myself. But time will show.

Incidentally, there is nothing much to say about the ongoing election campaign itself: There seem to be really only two PM-candidates – one from the so-called liberal/conservative (blue) parties (i.e. our present PM) and another from the (red) shadow cabinet (i.e. the present leader of the Social Democratic Party).

But there seems nary the slightest whiff of genuine difference between the two – not to speak of differences worthy of mention?

They may both – as far as I can see – perchance be real hard-core New World Order Globalists puppets?

If so, they would possibly go to any length to uphold the Global deep-state play script: International treaties are always more important than the interests of Denmark – the Danish people and the Danish nation?

Remember – if you don’t stay with the NWO Globalist’s grand plan, you will have no – NO! – future in international fat-cat jobs.

By the way, hasn’t our present PM been incredibly successful with respect to dismantling the Danish nation as a separate entity? Think of the almost total disruption of our regional democracy, something that’s extremely important for our deep-state masters: The depopulation of the countryside will eventually make it possible for WallStreet and their billionaire investor friends to ultimately acquire all Danish (and European) agriculture land?

The worlds fertile agri land is in the eyes of these investors the most desirable asset class at all – even more so than f.i. real estate on Manhattan!

But it’s a long story so please instead enjoy my satire from last year (link 2):

THE GUSSIAN GOLD (Satire)

But now a few of the books I acquired today in the Heilig Geist Church House sale:

1. SIGMUND FREUDS PRIVATLEKTÜRE. By Peter Brückner. Verlag Neue Kritik, Köln, 1975, 156 p. paperback.

This book is in condition like new and is apparently unread.

Here is a small sample from page 46f:

‘J.P.Jacobsens Buecher gelangten mit jenem Strom Skadinavischer (und Russischer) Literatur nach Deutschland und Oesterreich, fuer den sich der Westen, fuer den sich Mitteleuropa in der 2. Haelfte des 19. Jahrhunderts oeffnete, nicht ohne tatkraeftige Mithilfe des Literaturhistorikers GEORG BRANDES (dessen Vortraege in Wien Freud uebrigens besucht hat).

‘Der NIELS LYHNE, von dem STEFAN ZWEIG schrieb, er sei der ‘Werther unserer Generation’ gewesen, freilich ein ‘Werther des unglaubens’ (Rehm), erschien im Jahre 1880, im gleichen Jahre wie FR.NIETZSCHES ‘Antichrist’.

‘Er gehoert zu den schoensten Dokumentationen des tragischen, verzweifelten Atheismus der zweiten Haelfte des 19. Jahrhunderts – einen Atheismus, der weder Auswege aus der Trostlosigkeit individueller lebenslagen noch Licht in eine rash sinnlos gewordenen Welt brachte; mit dem Gott war der Sinn zugleich verschwunden.’…..

‘Der Dichter Jacobsen und der Forscher Freud, obwohl beide von Darwin stimuliert, haben auch ihren milden Lamarckismus gemeinsam’

‘Man glaubt uebrigens, um einige anmerkungen zu Jacobsen nachzutragen, die Beobachtungskunst des Botanikers seinem Stil anzusehen. Jacobsen ist aber vor allem ein grossartiger Psychologe, nicht zuletzt durch die ganz souveraen gefasste und beobachtete Verbindung von Psychischem und Physischem in der Verhaltensgeschichte seiner Helden.

‘Die fuer unsere Freud-Betrachtung thematische Bruecke vom Niels Lyhne zum Vater der Psychoanalyse mag an noch anderer Stelle zu suchen sein (…hat mir tiefer ins Herz geschnitten als irgendeine Lektuere der letzten neun Jahre’). (Note 2)

2. HENRIK HARPENSTRÆNG – LIBER HERBARUM. Udg. af Poul Hauberg. København, 1936, Bogtrykkeriet Hafnia, 167 p. paperback.

From the editors short introduction:

‘Den her for første gang trykte latinske urtebog fandt jeg i 1922 under en gannemgang af de haandskrevne danske lægebøger, som findes herhjemme og i udenlandske biblioteker, men først nu er det lykkedes mig med understøttelse af Løvens Kemiske Fabrik at faa dette middelalderlige arbejde udgivet, og for denne hjælp bringer jeg herved min bedste tak.’

Here is a couple of specimens:

(From page 89) ‘Bynke har navn efter arte(mis), fordi urternes egenskaber og dyder er opfundne af hende, og har den dyd, at hvis et menneske (faar) hovedpine, bør han grave den op og vaske den godt og skære den i stykker og afkoge den med vin eller eddike i en god dagtime med roden og derefter si den gennem en klud og dermed vaske hovedet saa varmt, han kan taale det.

‘Herefter bør han binde om hovedet med en klud og lægge sig til sengs en time indtil sveden gaar ud af ham, og dette skal han gøre tre eller fire dage, og saa vil han være rask.’

(page 91) ‘Malurt kogt med gedemælk eller valle og drukket om morgenen renser paa forunderlig maade maven og uddriver al raaddenskab og onde vædsker. Ligeledes kogt med vin og stødt og draget gennem næsen renser den hovedet godt og bevirker, at cholera forsvinder. Ligeledes bynke kogt og siet gennem en klud og afkølet og drukket om morgenen fjerner lystens begær’.

(page 93) ‘Nælde, som kaldes den lille, kogt med eddike og spist uden salt renser al mavens vædske og dræber orme sammesteds, hvilke orme er maven meget skadelige, hvis de vokser i mængde, hvilket sker ved at spise umoden frugt.’

‘Ligeledes hvis nælde bliver stødt med salt og æggeblomme og hønsefedt og menneskets legeme bliver indgnedet dermed i badet, bevirker den at al skab fortrænges, hvis det bliver fortsat i tre dage.’

3. ET HERREGAARDSSPØGELSES ERINDRINGER. Af Gorm Benzon. 1999, Askholms Forlag, 264 p. Hardcover.

Here is a sample from p.156:

‘Næste dag, da jeg var over mine embedspligter og godsets administration, lod jeg hende kalde op i min stue. Hun var ren og sirlig og havde sat sit hår ganske net. Det var ikke meget af den forhutlede taterkvinde fra byens arrest tilbage i hende. Hun udstrålede en vis naturlig værdighed og svarede klart og præcist på alt, hvad jeg spurgte hende om.

‘Synskhed er ikke noget, man selv beder om’, sagde hun. ‘Det er en byrde, som lægges på enkelte mennesker, der så må leve med den så godt, som de nu engang kan.

‘Jeg har fået min synskhed som en arv fra min mor, som den også nær havde bragt i ulykke, fordi hun gerne ville hjælpe trængte folk med den. Hun havde imidlertid det held, at en herremand, som var blevet berøvet alle sine kostbarheder, henvendte sig til hende for at få hende til at genfinde dem for ham.

‘Det gjorde hun virkelig, og herremanden blev så lykkelig for at få herlighederne tilbage, at han gav hende fast station i et hus under hans gods og lovede hende, at der skulle hun have lov til at bo i fred til sin sidste stund.

‘Hun tog ham på ordet, og han holdt sit. Skønt hun gentagne gange blev anmeldt til øvrigheden for hekseri, blev der aldrig krummet et hår på hendes hoved.’

‘Mange taler ellers om synskhedens gave, og som en sådan kan den vel også betragtes,’ foreslog jeg.

‘Hun var målløs: ‘Det er nu ellers en køn gave at få: For mig har det næsten udelukkende været en forbandelse. Jeg har set mine børn og min mand dø år førend det skulle ske. Når man har haft et sådant syn, ved man med sig selv, at det også bliver til virkelighed, og man kan så gå dag ud og dag ind og bare vente på, at den af skæbnen afsagte dom bliver eksekveret.

‘Jeg har set krigen med dens gru, dens skændende, plyndrende og myrdende horder, medens freden endnu rådede, og alle andre troede den sikker. Jeg har set kirker, byer og gårde stå i luer, set skibe gå ned med mand og mus. Jeg kan opleve sunde og raske mennesker, jeg møder på vejen, som var de halvt opløste lig, og jeg er på det rene med, at om nogle uger eller måneder er de døde’.

‘Min mor sagde altid til mig, at jeg lige så godt kunne spare mig bruge mine synske evner på folk, for selv om de kom til mig for at høre om deres fremtid, så var det ganske usandsynligt, at de ville rette sig efter det, hvis jeg prøvede at advare dem imod et eller andet.’

>It should be noted, ofcourse, that the above is fiction and not the authors own reminiscences.

Still three nice buys for $1.50 each, methinks.

But have to call it a day for now, will present a few more of todays finds in a new post coming soon.

Until then – thanks for joining – and be safe!

Note 1.

Now let’s recapitulate some of above dates with respect to illuminati/cabalist numerology.

Our PM called for General Election on 7. May at 13.00 oclock. And today – the 13. May – the heat-meter inspection in my flat has been scheduled for 22. May, to start at 13. oclock (sticker on our street door). There are also 13 days between 22. May and election day, the 5th of June.

The numbers/dates 7, 13 and 22 are reportedly all very significant for deep-state illuminati cabalist. For instance terrorist attacs seem to be preferably carried out on the 11. or 22. day of the month (11 being important as half of 22. – like f.i. 911).

Update 20.May: Incidentally the PM Book title ‘SET FREE’ (‘Frigørelsens Øjeblik’) might as well have been copied directly from the CIA Mind-Control program called Monarch (like the butterfly). All butterflies experience their ‘moment of release’ and ‘to be set free’ when they break out and fold out their wings.

The symbolism reportedly being that you have finally cast away all moral checks and restraints like the Monarch butterfly its confinement.

Just for the record: Of course our honourable Prime Ministers are not in any way, shape or form Satanist Illuminati Globalist puppets? Hence above notes are merely to point out the unusual and curious coincidence!

Note 2.
As an aside and for friends and family, mostly: J.P.Jacobsen’s home was situated near to and with a wiev of the Thisted Harbour. In the same block a cousin of my maternal grandfather, Jens Roed Ottesen, owned the eastern corner-house.

He was an exporter of fish, but I don’t know when the family acquired the house. He was born around 1870 and may ofcourse have seen the author, perhaps being neighbours. His son, Anton Ottesen, likewise was an exporter of fish in Thisted (and Copenhagen) and became famous as an inventor. (link 3).

Note 3. (Update 24.May.2019)

Here’s what happened in my flat on May 22nd, more or less apropos the heat-meter inspection.

1) In the early A.M. I had a clairvoyant vision like this:
I saw a bright read van turning up and parking in front of me.

The van was of the type used by terrorists and often, I believe, called ‘a Toyota’ or ‘a Technical’.

It had an open cargo hold with some sort of large, manned gun mounted on it.

However the gun seemed to not be a firearm but more like a water cannon or perhaps a dispenser for poisoneous chemicals, like used by fruit growers.

2) I then had a vision of someone handling capsules, tins or glasses with poisoneous gas in them (but this part was evanescent and short-lived and only remember it faintly).

3) Next I found myself with several friends on the extreme edge of a precipice. Everyone wondered if the edge was solid enough to prevent us from falling into the abyss. But is was.

4) Finally I was driving in a car being piloted by an old acquaintance (now deceased). I thought he was driving the car wildly fast on a very slippery and unsecure road. I tried to point this out to him. But to no avail, and the trip ended ok.

After the two first dream-visions I woke up and was quite upset. Thus I didn’t go to sleep again for a couple of hours while contemplating my options.

Later in the morning I had the two visions 3) and 4), that made me calm down somewhat.

Thus when I rose at about 9.a.m. I felt reasonably cool and relaxed. This, however, only lasted until abt. 11.a.m. when one of my neighbours called and asked if I would please show the heat-meter inspector into his flat. If so, he would drop in with the key shortly.

I dare say that if I hadn’t felt rather relaxed that a.m. I might perhaps have ‘blown a gasket’. Because off hand I felt this unexpected task would perhaps more or less prevent me from ignoring the inspector (i.e. not open my door for him) in case anything made me nervous.

However I decided to accept the task asked for, but with the caveat that if something made me nervous, I might chose to ignore the inspector, which was accepted.

Two notes here: Firstly, I’ve talked more or less regularly with this neighbour for abt. a decade; but has never been asked to look after his flat, although he’s often been away.

Secondly I’ve often wondered if he in fact was a stooge or at least an occasional errand-boy for the (Danish?) SecretService?

Still this unexpected duty made me again feel a little bit uneasy, whence I telephoned one of my amateur-photographer- friends and asked him to drop in for a cup of coffee at 1.p.m., which he accepted (although extremely peaceful he weighs-in at abt. 250 pounds, I suspect!).

The heat-meter inspector arrived about 1.15 p.m.

HE WAS DRIVING A BRIGHT RED CAR.

It wasn’t a van, however. But he had his tools and ‘chemical-vials’ (and what not) in the back of the car.

Incidentally, he’s a veteran workman and has been around here for at least a decade.

Although one might perhaps describe him as a slightly weird looking, middle aged gentleman, I remember him as having always been courteous, fast and professional.

Likewise this time, although I thought I felt a certain coldness when thanking goodbye. Frankly I believe I felt something more like hate emanating from him. No hateful gestures, certainly, except he was very fast to turn his back before saying bye-bye.

If I’m not entirely mistaken here the question is – why is that? Why would he have trouble hiding a (hypothetical, to be sure) hatefulness towards me?

Has someone been asking him about the dates/hours: 13. and 22. May and 13 oclock (i.e. 1.p.m.)?

It’s a theory of mine, that movers and all kind of house- and home-inspectors are particularly exposed to the wishes and endeavours of the Security Services to always try and get clandestine ways of gaining access to and information about the homes and lives of most everyone.

Ofcourse I have no idea if the gentleman in question has been compromised by a rouge Security Service in this way?

Link 1.
https://blocnotesimma.wordpress.com/2019/02/24/general-election-kill-the-canary/

Link 2.

THE GUSSIAN GOLD (Satire)

Link 3.
https://blocnotesimma.wordpress.com/2013/07/25/en-minderune/

(12./13./24.May./upd.30.Aug.2019)

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