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A Jab in the arm of history

History’s Deplorables – change makers or breakers
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I ride on a bus. I walk in the rain and sunshine alike. I listen to the birds in trees, where ever they are, but try now to find. I want for naught. I like the day and value the night.
But what of the deplorables in and throughout?
Who has the motive to destroy at will and let the deplorables suffer endlessly without care of a life, human and divine?
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I watch and listen. I speak when spoken to, but fear now is almost impossible because the question arises, who are you?
Who is in that space between, who love to listen to nature and all in-between?
But now, as the value of a human being’s choice, we are under some form of dictatorship but call it liberty or whatever the latest of jargon on the scene.
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I cry at night as the border divides.
I cry at night for not being able to speak without another gaining an idea that I may not be the one they want at the next party, for fear.
What am I to be doing as the days roll on by when people are too afraid to do anything, for fear is the ultimate, day upon day?
Can we not rise out of our hum drum spaces of incarceration, and liberty-wise, drive around with masks on and not speak but at least roam around to perhaps the nearest vacant beach?
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Coughing and spluttering I have not heard.
Coughing and influenza symptoms on the streets but who is among us aware?
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The level of information is about as clear as the inflammation on our lungs, but clear. So why are we being labelled each and every day more and more as if some form of refugee camp offshore?
The whole is not being considered each day.
The whole of what pervades us in this particular strain.
But here we are herded and tested and magnified in all it is that comes to us but more of the same – fear, fear and more so every day.
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What type of world? What type of day?
What type of numbers or are they cases and what sort? – No idea.
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Yes, that is it, no idea and yet we line upon line to ensure we are clear. Sure it is a possibility that we are all now being jabbed and so no more to worry for years and years. But let us be particular about what we read and hear, for I am now among the many, who now have a different type of future, – fear. (my dears)
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Life of a historical bent is to become known as the history of the jab.
What an epitaph at the end or is it more to surface way before then?
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How am I to wrestle when the army are near, to save myself from the slaughter if a war is to come here? How am I to ensure I am clear to not succumb to another and another vaccination year, or is it now (as) in Israel by monthly doses and still not clear?
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Jesus wept and so did I when I heard that a Christmas in Australia may be open but as yet still not clear. Why now when so many are herded and tested and jabbed now?
Why so frightened when it will be over as prior years when we did, if old, naturally die?
But now, as we play with our children and such, we have to be careful, who or not has had that jab, for neither are clear, it now does appear. Look at the stats coming in from over the globe – what then are we to face?
Deplorables may end up being the political cohorts and their specific type of race.

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A jab in the arm of history.
What a title but not so sweet, if we are to them be the brunt of the universe until days end whenever that be, looks as if the borders do not in them compete.

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No Way but Down ???
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The Sands in Time

Time for a mug of tea
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It is interesting to watch an electric kettle being boiled to make the tea or coffee.
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You fill the kettle up with water, plug it into the power point and switch it on.
Nothing happens for a few minutes until – the water changes state – it has reached a eutectic point. With continued application of power it changes into steam, gets channelled down the handle, heats a bi-metal strip which switches it off.
Everyone knows all of that when it comes to kettles and boiling water, but how many extrapolate it to see what is happening in other areas of life?
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An article titled, Ubiquity, Complexity Theory and Sandpiles, an updated article from 2006 by John Mauldin, gives a good starting point to think about that. Link
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“As kids, we all had the fun of going to the beach and playing in the sand. Remember taking your plastic bucket and making sandpiles? Slowly pouring the sand into ever bigger piles until one side of the pile starts to collapse?
Imagine, Buchanan says, dropping one grain of sand after another onto a table. A pile soon develops. Eventually, just one grain starts an avalanche. Most of the time, it’s a small one. But sometimes, it builds up, and it seems like one whole side of the pile slides down to the bottom.
Well, in 1987, three physicists named Per Bak, Chao Tang, and Kurt Wiesenfeld began to play the sandpile game in their lab at Brookhaven National Laboratory in New York. Actually, piling up one grain of sand at a time is a slow process, so they wrote a computer program to do it. Not as much fun, but a whole lot faster. Not that they really cared about sandpiles; they were more interested in what are called “nonequilibrium systems.”
They learned some interesting things. What is the typical size of an avalanche? After a huge number of tests with millions of grains of sand, they found out there is no typical number:
Some involved a single grain; others, ten, a hundred, or a thousand. Still others were pile-wide cataclysms involving millions that brought nearly the whole mountain down. At any time, literally anything, it seemed, might be just about to occur.
To find out why [such unpredictability] should show up in their sandpile game, Bak and colleagues next played a trick with their computer. Imagine peering down on the pile from above and coloring it in according to its steepness. Where it is relatively flat and stable, color it green; where steep and, in avalanche terms, “ready to go,” color it red. What do you see? They found that at the outset, the pile looked mostly green, but that, as the pile grew, the green became infiltrated with ever more red. With more grains, the scattering of red danger spots grew until a dense skeleton of instability ran through the pile. Here then was a clue to its peculiar behavior: a grain falling on a red spot can, by domino-like action, cause sliding at other nearby red spots.
If the red network was sparse, and all trouble spots were well isolated one from the other, then a single grain could have only limited repercussions. But when the red spots come to riddle the pile, the consequences of the next grain become fiendishly unpredictable. It might trigger only a few tumblings, or it might instead set off a cataclysmic chain reaction involving millions. The sandpile seemed to have configured itself into a hypersensitive and peculiarly unstable condition in which the next falling grain could trigger a response of any size whatsoever.”

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Instead of applying it to the financial sector which Mr. Mauldin did, I would like to highlight a couple of examples in the present moment.
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Afghanistan – 20 years of pouring in trillions of grains of sand, one on top of the other until the situation turned critical – about to hit the eutectic point.
And along comes a grain of sand (Donald Trump) who sets the volcano rumbling, on the verge of explosion, by planning to withdraw. And then the final grain of sand – the Taliban – finally starts the unstoppable reaction in motion.
Unstoppable and catastrophic for Empire hegemony.
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Pandemic Australia. – 2019 and the start of the pandemic.
A number of grains of sand have been added to the pile over the last 20 months.
Notably: lock-downs, border restrictions, financial ruination of many small businesses, deliberate generation of fear etc.etc. Just some examples of the grains of sand piling up. After some thought you will have plenty of candidates yourself.
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The point is thus. Coercive dictates by currently elected officials backed by deeply embedded bureaucrats (Bourgeois Kings and Queens) are piling up. Piling up without us knowing how close we get to an avalanche in societal cohesion.
One might think that the current push-back by a number of churches, or the opposition from the construction workers, are a couple of examples of early signs.
No one of course can predict if, how, when, what, severity of sandpile collapse might take place in the future?
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It will be interesting to see if a phase of ‘lightening up’ is embraced to try to cool down the nuclear reactor for a while and enable consolidation of grains. But then again Evil does tend to overdo itself.
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The more interesting thing for pew sitters perhaps is how the institutional hierarchy respond in relation to the Jesus story and if it will have any impact on the young, in regard to a possible spiritual lifeline for them. The current youth suicide rate can only be invisible to the wilfully ignorant. It is a much more immediate catastrophe that the longer term climate catastrophe.
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Keep your eyes on the sand castles and be ready to respond if necessary so that you don’t get suffocated.

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Ozymandias

Catch me if you can
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My name is Ozymandias.
My name is very synonymous.
My words are super religious
but then I am Fluenza Pandemicus.
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Wait, watch, view and see
who in the end can truly be named twenty-first century
as the most formulated brief
as a pandemicus of such viral content –
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had all the money, tax-payers I may add,
spent on tests endlessly, no quota just do …
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and then let us pray no one catches any one thing
especially ones like a transport hub or shopping mall disease.
For then, in future edicts we will have to live
as a rat or mouse caged endlessly
until another scientific, madly placed, experiment epidemic.
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++++++++++++++++++++ Hollow words, substance free, well,
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++++++++++++++++++++Take your chances penned or penned.
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Time for another Prayer

The Confessing Church
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Dear Lord
I have been re-reading Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s Letters and Papers from Prison. This is not something one finds easy to do as he clearly lays it on the line.
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Does one live by your call or not?
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In this moment of history – this moment of the secular pharisees, this moment of the almost wholesale semi-violent usurping of cohesion of our society, the question becomes:
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On what do I base my response? – is it as Bonhoeffer shared:
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“The ultimate question for a responsible man to ask is not how to extricate himself heroically from the affair, but how the coming generation is to live. It is only from this question with its responsibility toward history that fruitful solutions can come, even if for the time being they are humiliating.
… it is much easier to see a thing through from the point of view of abstract principle than from that of concrete responsibility.
The rising generation will always instinctively discern what we make the basis of our actions, for it is their future that is at stake.”
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Dear Lord

Did you go through this during your 40 days in the desert?
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The idea of your path to martyrdom is rather fearful.

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But
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If that is necessary in all of the decisions we have to make along the way ahead, gift us with your strength to follow you faithfully.
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Lord hear us.
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Time for a Change in Outlook and Value

The Clock in Ticking
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Time for us, the people, to revert back to the original version of who we are. What we really believe we are and have at our own disposal.
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We are a body of influence. We contain knowledge beyond our own abilities, but only then when we give time to research, estimate, understand and negotiate. But then what are we doing with all this characterisation of a human being?
What are we becoming in a world of un-rested-ness and shamefulness?
Are we truly a reliable source, of the we we know, given time to decide the outcomes for our future? How do the present dilemmas, of forced change in outlook, decision making and corrective behaviour affect that freedom to choose?
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Are we capable of standing for our own rights, our liberties, our own histories of past generations who actually decided to stand strong against any violent form of protestation by political elites and their cohorts; whatever in their time that did actually mean?
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What are our outcomes likely to pose in a future of no more decision by comparisons, no more ability to decide where or whatever one does choose to express? The whole mess is folding in on us and we appear to settle for a type of second nature, a type of irrevocable disaster.
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God, I said one morning earlier in this pandemic extremism, what are You on the face of this mess? Some form of back-ender as if on a political platform of no one able to understand in your complex authoritarian motif? No was the reply, I AM on the bench waiting and watching if you can only wake to the turbulence before you and make a stand for your own right to exist and live as freely and comfortably as is possible, without a dictatorial influence to subject you to fear of any of the following: right to have a say; right to have freedom of speech regardless as long as it is not of the form to inflict harm and subject another to a state of fear from the banal but hurtful stand; freedom of choice as in your own being, your own state of human and being, being that you are more than the eye or ear, tongue or mouth can concur is the all, the everything we are as a frail human species.
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Can we become a source of our own human and being, of being, that source of mysterious nature that comes in through the mind of thought? Can we? Can we consider our past and future in the present situation at hand or do we consider handing over is far simpler until the walls are built high and the barbed wire on top shows something of a future; reminiscent of our own past as in a concentration apartment block, or a Sydney-sider living at the lower end of the spectrum? Can we? Oh yes we can but it will take a change in the value of who we are and the rise of an outlook which is present but of which we are not yet able to comprehend. We are still swirling in this ubiquitous state of manufactured, fear inducing affairs, and have handed over to some sort of consortium of which no end is in sight.

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We fell into the spell of lunacy. And now we are in the land of no value and no way out, suffocating the sense of our own validity and worth, our own human birth right and sense of purpose, direction and longing to enjoy whatever is possible within reason while we are to live on this once green and pleasant land.
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Enjoy what you can, given the outlook is penury if no change.

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