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Count of St. Germain
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And, out with the son & his girlfriend on Sunday Night, the Yellow Deli, his girlfriend, she's properly impressed, gathers every leaflet...
They're getting the party crowd, although I don't know where the party was, a drunk, loud girl, her muscular and apologetic boyfriend, popping in, spending stupid time and money badgering the poor disciple, my Son's girlfriend laughing, she just noticed that the server is wearing flip-flops...
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Leaving the cafe, there's a rave crowd assembled on the patio, clearly we missed an event, but where? And one of the older ravers, I recognize him from the parties, he's looking at me, pointing - "St. Germain!!! It's the Immortal St. Germain".
I'm not sure he's pointing at me, laugh it off, then do my research, of course, he's referring to the Count of St. Germain, me, and I'm impressed that he's that well read.
Anyways, the Count of St. Germain, if you don't know, is one of those enigmatic historical figures of whom much has been written but little (relatively) is known. On that count I get it. The rest, well...
Link: Wiki on the Count of St. Germain
This week...
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And this week, the kids, visiting. The Son on Sunday (Sonday), with his girlfriend, until Monday Morning, then in the afternoon the Daughter.
She wants to play Chess & Scrabble, having skipped the family reunion to be with her mother she found her poor competition, or perhaps she thought she was that good...
5 games later she was properly schooled. And not happy, but - there was a time when she was younger, and I'd let her win, and she complained that her mother had told her I was a formidable opponent but clearly that wasn't the case, and having listened to this crowing for a few minutes I took off the gloves, and now, now, it's her that needs to up her game.
This is how I know my kids will visit me when I'm old and senile and in the home, the daughter will be showing up with a Chess and Scrabble board to claim the victories she missed out on in her youth...
She took the losses relatively well, with the parting shot: "You've mastered the board games Pa, but what about your life???"
Tuesday, work double, Wednesday off, and the boy texts me, he'll be through town again in the afternoon.
My plans for the day off involved taking his car to check up on my ruby prospect, maybe do some exploring, that's ruled out, his trip to Vancouver cut short by a break in in his car, a "secure" parkade nonetheless, but - in these the darkening of days no place is secure.
I instead make some food, the daughter was sorely disappointed I hadn't cooked or planned to for her arrival, I'll remedy that, I make a tasty guacamole, cucumber-mint salsa, and Kim-Chi, all vegan, and they're glad for the fresh food, it's tasty, if I don't say so myself, but the bill - a grocery bill with no meat, vegetables only, well, it's preposterous....
And then they're off, to "Wicked Woods", a better venue than being broken into in Vancouver, and this ends the fall visit, next one probably Halloween, and time now - he having taken back what remained of his car, time now for me to go and boost mine, get myself back on the road, there's still a few weeks of summer left and many a prospect that needs my attention...
The Secret Art of Human Flight
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This was the quirky indy film of the week. Another film that shows the triumph of creativity and writing over budget.
Good. I loved the premise, the execution, was a little dissatisfied at the ending but that - given the setup - was predictable.
I mean, I was curious enough to watch that I paid the $6.78 cents that Google charged me, which is a pretty rare thing.
The premise, that a grieving widower finds a dubious Shaman to help him learn to "leave the old world behind" and learn to fly - well, that was intriguing enough...
You can watch the trailer here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgllsUTlZfc
Nemesis
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When I was off having my rocks "assayed", or - for better description, confirmed, Geo #1 brought out a beautiful sapphire specimen, probably 5 pounds, perfectly shaped. A gift from the ... "XYZ" of prospectors out here in the West Koots.
My nemesis, after a fashion, we've never met but he's perpetually proving my every theory in my absence.
And, all summer long, he's out doors, at elevation, digging up great shit.
This sapphire, I know the location, it's not a "gem" quality specimen, but perfect in shape and damn, I want one. Or two. I want a few. But the area's claimed up, and - not gonna be that guy. There are more, and better, out there.
Anyways, he's a guy you'd know about only if you were a prospector. He's not one of those celebrity prospectors that populate YouTube. He's the guy too busy finding shit to streamcast it to the world.
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Those celebrity prospectors, in BC a couple come to mind. The first, charming, charismatic, a distinct signature "How-Do-You-Do" to his videos, his videos, more about exploring established claims and locations to find whatever it is that's already proven to be there. And his revenue, it's largely based upon the YouTube and Celebrity factor. He does pretty well I'm sure.
The other, they're "friends" in that YouTube/Influencer sort of way, less charismatic, more a "do the job" type of guy, also has a following, but not nearly as large. I like him better. More "Show" less "Tell".
But this guy, so far as I can tell, no following, I'd searched for him before, found a bit on him, not a lot, we've never met but...
He's my Nemesis.
And tonight, Facebook, my gem digging recommendations, and he's there, and so - fuck, why not, I know him, of him, 1 degree of separation, and I follow.
And, damn, for all my questing he's finding. Rubies, obvious, big, in matrix. Iolite, gem quality, perfect blue, chunks hundreds of carats large. Smoky Quartz. He's in the subalpine, I know where, a few hours from here, know where, not specifically, but general enough, and fuck he's finding it all. He's so ahead of the curve that most of his findings aren't even in the government databases yet.
He's my nemesis. And he's doing it right, the sub-alpine terrains, high altitudes, peaks, helicopter & pack-ins, all this is available at sea (or lake) level, but the rocks aren't exposed, and so it's a different game. But he's got game and he's finding the best shit. This year will have been his best ever, camped at 10, 000 feet, finding, finding, scintillating garnets in schist, foot-long smokey quartz crystals, iolites, rubies...
Damn.
Next year, I'll have the jeep, the budget, the means up the mountain, and I don't have to go far, I recognize all the rocks, they're here as well, I need only dig deeper, smarter, harder, faster...but damn, this guy's my nemesis, not nemesis, the arms to every thought I've ever had and it's time I became my own agent and begun digging in as intelligent a fashion...
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