Is the Universe sneaky or not?

Lessons from my wife
Doves, they say, have an inbuilt radar system. They can find their way around under the most difficult conditions. Usually I am rather confident in my sense of direction and am not prone to losing my way (well in a manner speaking that is. How I came to land in this reality on this planet is an open question.)

Anyway, today my wife and I went shopping at Menlyn Park (in Tshwane, of which Pretoria is a very tiny part). Now, Menlyn Park, for those in Durbs, and the Cape, is a huge, sprawling shopping centre, which is fine. I suspect, though, that the creators of the complex have installed huge magnets at its centre that generates an energy force that only affects the male chromosome. Whenever, I go to Menlyn, I can't find my way around the centre; don't know the way back to the car, and have no idea where in the heavens the sun is shining - if it is still shining at all.

My wife (she has a very old soul, you know), who normally has more difficulties with east-west, north-south: no problem at all. She virtually knows all the passages, alleys, and above all the shops, yes the shops. So what happens, she leads me by the nose through the shopping centre like an aged Blue Bull (remember those ,folks? Yes, they won at some or other ball game.), from shop to shop. There is one consolation, though: I get to drink coffee at the Fascination Book store - can you believe it, we have those here in Gauteng as well.

On with business
After the somewhat expected shocker from the liquidators, I have received quite a number of calls from people who would like to join the Class Action. News here is, that there is a Cape Town group who seem to have progressed somewhat further than the, let's call it, Internet group. The suggestion is that the "Internet" group join hands with those in the Cape (imagine that - very long arms required) and pursue the matter in unison.

I am not yet at liberty to divulge the name of the attorney, because I must ask him first if I may do so. I am writing to him this evening, and will blog about his response. In the meantime, if you have changed your mind and also want to participate please send your details to edwafinclass@chromatique.com (If the link does not work, please copy the address to your email program.)

For those of you who are wondering, the Cape, of course is that place where creation ran out of soil, and was forced to create a flat-topped mountain, instead of a nice middle peak (peaks are dainty). The people there love it and practically pray to it. Of course the folks there are benefiting materially from the Universe's shortcomings as they have built a restaurant on top. "Come and see where the Universe ran out of soil, and have a cup of coffee but first you have to go up with a car suspended on two wires, after waiting in a loooong cue". Everybody wants to see where the world comes to an end.

Did I miss the clue?
The Universe has a way of sneaking up on one, and that is purely one's own fault: If you are not conscious of the moment, hey, it passes you by. But the Universe also has a irritating and persistent foible, so it comes back from another angle to rub your nose in it.

Those of you who did not notice the clue the other day, don't worry everything is under control, slumber on. Those of you who did pick up on the clue, good for you. This whole Edwafin issue is now becoming an intrigue of sorts, with some people seemingly trying to establish where the action is taking place, in a manner of speaking. So don't worry, I am heeding the Universe's nudge. You see, since we are all part of one great consciousness, we are also somewhere deep, perhaps hidden from awareness, aware of what is going on in another's reality (if that sounds like a contradiction - it isn't, ask me.) Of course flaying the skin, exposes the raw flesh underneath. Clear?

So for those, sneakingly ignorant individuals, who call me with seemingly total ignorance, and then proceed to proudly lift the veil from what they really seem to know - essentially everything: OK, it has been fun playing with you, let's now do grown-up things for a change. Play nicely; you have the money so be satisfied.

Please allow me to quote from another image of this great be-all. His name is Allen Tut, and it arrives daily, but this one seems specifically apt - enjoy:

I should think one would look fondly back over their shoulder, Mario, at all the times in their life when they were overcharged, tricked, or taken advantage of, because for every single one of these transgressions, they'll be paid back like a Rock Star on an international stadium tour, hanging out with the coolest cats, flying on private jets, eating Ho Hos, and being waited on hand and foot by their former transgressors. If that's their thing, you know.

And that's in addition to all of the other incredibly wonderful things that will be happening to them forever and ever, as they do for all people.

See you in the 'VIP,'
The Universe

Here it is then

After I submitted my blog yesterday, I realized that the liquidator's circular might take some time to get to you, while some might not receive it at all. So here it is. That anonymous with the brainstem which is still in its embryonic stages - eat your heart out: from what I can make out we have all lost ALL our money. I imagine you jumping for joy.
20090602 Liquidation First Circular

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Somebody did not read properly I think

Today, the following comment was received:

My, my,the lengths that folks will go to discredit one.........perhaps
you never really knew her after all?

This one is a bit problematic for me, since I do not know if the comment is in response to what I wrote yesterday, or perhaps a comment on somebody else's comment. If the latter is the case, I have no idea what it is about and would like to suggest that if you wish to comment on someone else's comments please include some kind of link, such as: "with reference to the person who said blah blah blah", the following. That will help is get some kind of context.

If the comment is a response to my synchronicity story, I need to stress that I did not intend to discredit Carol Gardiner in any way, or to make her look silly. In fact reading the story again, I don't think that even the worst reader on the planet can draw that inference. The point that I tried to make is one of coincidence, that happened to involved two ladies, a Gardiner and a Gardner, both called Carole. The coincidence happened at a specific moment in time so as to give some meaning to the experience. What, I don't know and I might never know. The experience was just interesting - that's all. If I made fun of anything it concerned those ridiculous flayed human-like figures, that's all - no other reflection whatsoever. Explain, explain, explain ..... However, I suspect that it is our heckler again who has been sneaking in and out of these pages intermittently - she absolutely hates me.

Today we received the first circular from one of the provisional liquidators Berrange Incorporated. If you haven't received it yet, you will probably receive it any day now. If you like I will publish it on the blog as well. Please let me know - as always, your wish is a whisper in my ear, and by that I'm not implying that I have horse tendencies.

It does not look good, and from information that I received yesterday and today, I would definitely consider joining the class action group. At this point I cannot divulge anything as it may jeapordise investigations, and I'm sorry about that. However, it is in our own best interest that we allow the investigators to complete their work.

I nearly forgot that Patrick Stapleton had promised that I would receive my money back by the end of May if I delayed the publishing of this blog. That would have meant that you would have only gotten to know me now. Of course, I did not keep my word to Patrick, and it is obvious that he didn't keep his either. If he had, I would have informed you that I was off on holiday for an undetermined length of time. Hey, I'm here. The only thing we have learnt is that Patrick et al are unbelievably despicable characters that have mastered the art of deception and iniquity exceptionally well. Having said that, they are humans, just like us, and we all belong to the same species and we need to feel sorry for them. These are people that cannot rely on their own resources to travel life's pathways, and need to encroach on the living resources of others to function. Are you not fortunate that you don't have to be like that? Our blessings are greater that those amongst us who do not recognize their own blessings.

There I go again.

Some fall for it and the Universe plays one on me

It is Monday and the news is scarce. A few actually believed me when I said that you no longer needed me. Got Ya!. No, you guys were so busy amongst yourselves that I decided to take a few days off. And then promptly you did the same. As a result "My Edwafin Investment" came to a virtual standstill on Saturday morning. Just can't depend on you, can I?

Well, I'm back and will be for a time.

Some news about the Class Action. The group is growing and we are discussing the possibility of including people who might not be able to participate because of financial reasons. If you are at all interested, even if you think you cannot participate because of possible financial implications, please add your name to the list. We will see if there is a way around it. The more souls the better for us all. Keep in mind that if you do not add yourself to the group and the case goes to court and we win the case, you will not stand to benefit from any court rulings in favour of the group. Send your info to edwafinclass@chromatique.com. Even if you are not interested in joining the group, you might know of investors who would like to join but might not have access to Internet communications. For those I will provide my postal address and cell number:

Edwafin Class Action Group
P.O. Box 16778
Lyttelton
0140

Cell: (+27) 0721931389

Last week the universe decided to announce herself by playing a trick on my senses. Synchronicity is when two things with seemingly no connections, but with some apparent similarities becomes part of one's reality. First I will present you with two seperate things:

1. Carol wrote me an intense email at the beginning of last week which I had promised to answer. Due to circumstances and time constraints I had to delay doing so for a few days. That would also give me time to contemplate my answer. However, I felt guilty for not responding to her mail sooner, and it was continuously in the back of my mind.

2. You may all have heard about Twitter. Twitter is an Internet things whereby you provide your name and then get "followed" by other "Tweeters". In turn you follow them. The process is by short internet messages (<=140 words) and once you have subscribed you receive a constant stream of short messages from people. Most make no sense and the whole thing seems like etheric spaghetti, heaving and breathing with a life of its own. Anyway, I subscribed and when I discovered I had enough of it stopped "following" people. However, like a Stephan King movie, the whole thing has a life of its own, and daily I receive "direct messages" from folks who have decided to "follow" me in any case. Thus I was looking at my email and saw the following message:

Hi, Dr Mario Koppers.

Carole Gardner (FitCoachCarole) is now following your updates on Twitter.

A little information about Carole Gardner:

15492 followers 1080 updates following 14565 people

Most of you will know Carol Gardiner as one of the ex-directors of Edwabond. She has made her appearance a few times on these pages, and have continued communicating with her a bit behind the scenes.

So I though: "Hey, Hey, how nice of her to follow me on Twitter, perhaps I should begin tweeting with her." I smugly commented to myself: "now you know what she looks like, as well as her partner." Just look at all the followers she has, and she is not mean in her following either.

So, as a model Twitterer I went to the website she advertised with her message (not shown here). W ow, I thought some more, she has left the finance business and has become a major fitness fundi - she now calls herself a fitness fundi. Not too shabby: from thin wallets to thin bodies, and her website is filled with the most peculiar posteriors pictures - flayed human-like figures.
Problem though. What do say (with only 140 letters) to an erstwhile CEO of Edwabond, now fitness fundi with a seemingly bloodthirsty preference for human flesh?

Then I looked again, and discovered that she had not only become a fitness freak, but she had moved to the USA. Once more I looked and then discovered the clue that the universe had left me so cunningly:

Ou rown Carole Gardiner of Edwabond is not the same as Carole Gardner, fitness maniac in the USA, the one has an "i" in Garner and the other does not.

Coincidence? Of course it is.

Are we busy or what?

And there I had the warm, fuzzy, know-you-are-needed feeling. It is obvious you guys don't need me at all and get along just cosy.

Since i have essentially become a redundant factor, I'll keep this short and will build up my reserves for the next time.

We have another semi-sanctimonious anonymous. Truly, I like you, and you are a famously good person. But here you come with the "needs-to-be-proven" idea again, and yes according to the rule book, a judge needs to slam a hammer and say that it is so.

But just think for a bit: if you collect R200 million plus from people and make it all disappear (in whatever manner) within a period of 2.5 years, is that not enough proof? To me it is. A good, conscientious, honest, able and capable businessman does not twiddle away that amount of money just because he is a fine capable person - he is either an idiot or a very, very cunning and despicable personality type. Of course that applies to any associates there may be as well. Are you perhaps one of them? Mmmmmm....