Another few stories that must be told

Another few stories that must be told

John Bjarne Grover

Midori gave two concerts in Vienna in Ehrbar Saal in Mühlgasse in Vienna on 16-17 may 2013. It is not impossible that this concert could have been scheduled since long - and one can speculate that e.g. the film 'Moulin Rouge' of 2000 could be seen as a background. Speculations on whether e.g. the Otto Muehl case of Friedrichshof could have been a long-since political planning of this concert is probably a little farfetched. It is anyhow probably not Midori herself who organizes the concert halls, is busy in telephone and so forth. However that be, when I moved from Venice to Vienna in late 2009 and beginning of 2010, there was the terrible earthquake of Port-au-Prince. I travelled several times up and down with the train since that, after all, was the cheapest transportation of my things, and on one of these travels I took a night train and slept in a couchette compartment alone. It was probably not long after Treviso on the way up to Vienna that the door was opened by the conductor who said that another traveller wanted to get in there - it turned out to be Gordon Brown, then PM, or could be it was somebody very similar, who stood there holding forth in front of himself what looked like my own doctor bag from the times of the Old Town in the late seventies. I am not sure when I lost this bag but it could have been on a travel to Sweden - it looks just like the bag of the doctor in the opening scenes of Tarkovsky's 'Mirror'. I did not feel for taking the chance so I moved out of the compartment and left it to Brown or his copy alone, and so I never got the chance to find out what he could have said as 'gitt-slepper' of the 'port'-able bag or what could have been hidden of gold, silver and jewels in the old bag. I am anyhow not a secret agent for neither british administration nor Buckingham or for anybody else.

I completed my PEB, the blue metre, in the summer 2010, and Ed Miliband was elected new leader of british Labour in september 2010 (I got a bad cough around the same time). It is only today that I could see that the Mili- even could have been this same Mühlgasse.

At the time of the concert, I had still not been able to send my TEQ book 16 to Midori, having stalked her with an email in 2008 questioning whether she wanted a copy of the book, and neither could I go to the concert. Had I sent the book, it would have been classified as a case of stalking and could have triggered unfortunate events - which people in general probably do not understand much of as long as they have full confidence in their politicians and are not busy with arranging a revolution. I fancied also that it could have been planned since the time of Billy Graham that the Stalking Beast should be slaughtered 'at hello' in the back stage room of Mühlgasse - and who would have been credited with the shot I dont know.

Norwegian 'svares det ikke da?' = 'isnt there an answer coming?' is pronounced approximately like 'swastika'. Or, vice versa, SWASTIKA, if that would have been a concept coming up in connection with this Mühlgasse, could mean just this 'svares det ikke da'.

The natural question is therefore whether Ed Miliband could have been elected new leader for reasons of this planned concert in Mühlgasse - and as a possible responsibility claim on the earthquake of Sendai - which likewise could have been made for reasons of this Literaturhouse (of my PEB? or TEQ 16?): Bandgasse intersects with Seidengasse at Literaturhaus. I would have been the only person in town who could not go to the concert, and the ED = EID could be the norwegian national constitution paradox, in particular on constitution day 17 may.

I add the story of Zimmermann and the Octogon as a possible case of 'Beischlaf' for an Arne Treholt role assigned to me. When I moved into my office at the university in Bergen in 1995, the worker who carried in the desk looked at the room and said, with a slanting movement of his hand, that "gulvet heller" = 'the floor is slanting'. I could not see that it was slanting there in Bergen, but it so did very notably in my home in Venice before I moved up to Vienna. If Ehrbar Saal in Mühlgasse should have been 'hull ved Gellert' in Budapest, such as the famous Gellert Fürdö, the equivalent location of Sir Karl Popper Schule - the address of which could be seen as indexed by the previous and current pope names - although these certainly have better reasons, and the current pope could hardly find a better name - would correspond to Oktogon in Budapest. And my current address would then correspond to 'Rozsak Tere' (I think also there was a music group called 'Guns and Roses').

If 'Beischlaf' in the sense of 'Oktogon' were the story, one could also add speculations on the role of US 'Bailout' when I moved to Venice in 2008 - some 7-800 billion dollars given by the government as a present to banks and financial institutions.

Strauss-Kahn came out from the shower and found Diallo. There is a corresponding part in the excerpt from Midori's diary in her autobiography, and this has a reflex in my own diary novel of the same day. If Dan Brown's "The lost symbol" should have my novel as its formal template, the corresponding place would be at the 'No thanks' in chapter 9:

"No thanks. Ever since his experiences in Europe over the last several years, Langdon's unwanted celebrity had made him a magnet for nutcases, and this one had just crossed a very serious line".

This could of course be Gordon Brown with 'nuts-case' in hand - near the border Italy-Austria. I said no thanks - or rather I said nothing and ran away from the scene - could be due to my 'unwanted celebrity' status. I am anyhow not a secret agent.

There is even a 'BAY-loud' in the same novel of mine, on 7 oct 1994.

For LORCA, there is also the natural association to ORKLA ASA and the Oklahoma bombing which settled my attempts to submit book manuscripts to publishers. The chairman of the norwegian research council is or was chief of Orkla.

In short, it is not impossible that England or british Labour tries to design me as the Principle of Evil and the very Satan triggering disastrous earthquakes. If so, it is important that the world be not mistaken on this point - in the attempts to turn the roles around.

I have to tell the story since there were not so many people around in the scene of the train corridor, and I cannot find out of it - whether there could be any links to disastrous quakes. Brown or his copy, as the door was opened, held the doctor bag out from his body on righthand side in probably chest or hip height - as far as I remember it did not hang down beside the body.

I think somebody should find a publisher for my work. The blue PEB can be used to date texts and should be sellable to any classic or theologic library. In my new 'Poetic semiosis' I show how Acts can be convincingly dated to 66-67 AD by way of my book. I am not an agent - it is not somebody else who has written this book. A university library could publish it - make copies and sell them and pay me a little fee for every book sold - but the story since the Oklahoma bombing has told me that I should not try and find the publisher on my own.

When the humans find that they have to establish contacts with remote intelligences, the question is how to solve it technically: A radio wave or similar is the fastest way through physicalist space, and the problem is that if the remote intelligences are in a distance of 25.000 light years away, we will have to wait 50.000 years for the answer to the email that was sent. How to solve the problem?

There are apparently three possible solutions:

1) On the philosophical assumption of the existence of a poetic reality, the independence of which makes it prior to the historic-physicalist reality, it should be possible to send an email into this quasi-eternity for a short cut through it and out on the other side, at the remote intelligences, who then can answer back again via the same 'technological eternity'. This solution presupposes the construction of a new poetic logic - which is the theme of my work.

2) The construction of a 'Mengele technology' in the form of hellish chemicals injected into the bodies of victims - whose souls thereby are sent out on a 'space travel'. By studying the reflexes of the remaining body, such as by rubber hammer on knee and eye pupil response to electic torch beams, one can try and track the remote intelligences and how they converse with the travelling soul.

3) The construction of an 'economic technology': If british underearth rockpedo bombs destroy so much values in other countries that british citizens would have to wash dishes in remote restaurants for 50.000 years for paying for the damages with 'overtime work', and if ideas of british supremacy grants the britons exemption from this, then the 50.000 years of overtime work have been bridged in an instant and the answer can be studied right away.

Solutions 2 and 3 are based on the philosophical foundations of 'british empiricism' which does not accept anything transcendent and particularly rejects catholic transubstantiation - except perhaps in the form of transubstantiation of the gooseflesh (yellow lemmespray falling on roots of nazism etc).

Nobody takes the Mengele solution seriously. Solution 3 resembles the technology of the binge: The human brain starts dying for natural reasons in the mid forties and if a normal ageing process wipes out some million or even billion brain cells in the course of 10 years and a binge of alcohol takes the same amount of brain cells, the impression is made that one has bridged 10 years in the course of a few days - and that is something. By heavy drinking, larger intervals of time can be skipped - and in principle 50.000 years can be bridged in this way. That is likely to be the principle of solution 3.

The problem with solution 1 is that it cannot function without some philosophical faith in a transcendent reality. Angloamerican principles of binge - could be even of chasing moslems in Iraq on accusations of terror while the real problem could be that these believe in a transcendent reality - could be based on this problem of DOUBT. However, it is likely that everybody agree that there is no other real solution than the transcendent poetic logic. One adds

4) neutrino and similar research. However, it could be that even these could be burdened with aberglaubisch problems - such as when the beam of neutrinos goes from CERaN to Gran Sachso in an attempt to capture the 'beast' of physics - could be on a Zimmermannian basis. They did not answer an email from me on the issue of poetic logic. The question is whether this particle research brings any new alternatives to the list above.

It must be noticed that poetic logic entails the concept of 'form of time', which means that chronologic time is composed of various factors. An event in poetic time can thereby have two reflexes in historic time - distributed in place or time - and this could be the reason for the phenomeon of quantum physics. But a full understanding of this requires a poetic logic and not an expansion of one-dimensional chronological time. Could be I was both reading on the bench in Paris and was talking and walking with the iranian refugee at the same time. Such assumptions can of course invoke problems of DOUBT in an empiricist framework.

I add that my portable internet computer went out of order on probably 1 april 2013. It also happened that I took out a few hundred euros at a time in Erste Bank - which do not print out receipts for cash withdrawal but refers to the balance which can be printed on a machine standing next to the cashpoint machine - when once I had the feeling that once perhaps I had taken out more money than the balance showed. It would have been just enough for a new internet portable of the cheap sort, but I cannot guarantee that I had any overview and it is very possible that I am mistaken about it. I have, though, not followed the habit of printing out the balance after each cash withdrawal but have trusted the bank. Which means that I cannot know whether an 'accept of a portable' has been imitated or not. It happened around the same time as the comment on 'gulvet heller' in 1995 - "around the time when I took office" - that some worker there also commented on my portable computer, which in Bergen dialect is called 'berbar', pronounced like 'b-Ehrbar'. It was on the day when Clinton took office in 1993 that the lawyer of Ragna Gröver sent me a letter telling that I had received 100.000 NOK ('hundre tusen kroner') in advance inheritance after Gröver/'Mengele'.