No choice – Sit and wait
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Boom, Boom, Boom.
Pan, Pan, Pan.
Mayday, Mayday.
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What are we in the above?
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War-like or now fist fighting and bludgeoning forces to sustain heath, and or morality. Caged to believe that as an Australian way.
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Or are we at the aerodrome, hearing distress, half or part of an aeroplane in a state of needing helpful advice or to inform of landing requirements – tenders to assist a grounding aircraft?
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What level of life and living can we take, stand for, or uphold?
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Or is it too late?
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That plane, that life, now on a crash landing, dire in its attempt to survive intact, unhurt, unscathed by the whole traumatic, caged in event.
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No choice. Sit and wait.
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Mayday, someday, whenever – if it comes.
And what then?
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Desirable. – Or far too hard to remember, for the oxygen not able to believe it will help you now to live without a nightmare or two.
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No more choice to decide, as this Australian flagship is already about to die/dive.
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Dangerous – handle with care
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Does anyone remember the Einsatzgruppen Divisions of WW11? These “police actions” where commanded and led by many men with high level University training and qualifications in law.
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Thinking today how this could have happened, it is obvious fanaticism can sink to the very lowest depths of bestiality without being capable of voluntarily pulling back to a state of human decency. The fanatic is not overly courageous; the fanatic lacks the courage to face him/herself and repent.
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Further thinking leads to thinking about how the family lines of fanatics are forced (over many generations) to seek secular absolution for the fanatics themselves and their crimes, but also for the stain they leave on their families as a “hereditary gift”.
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It goes further than that though. The whole tribe gets stained as well, for it opens the failures of each member of the tribe to plain view. What did you do Father; Mother; Grandfather; Grandmother; Uncle; Aunty; Cousin; Friend; etc.etc.etc. to oppose such an obvious evil as that.
How could the tribe be pulled apart in one generation never to be reassembled in the same way again?
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Fools and fanatics come out of a similar metier and both are incredibly dangerous. Scoundrels can be reasoned with as their need/greed is to get what they want in tangible assets. Fools on the other-hand, don’t know what they want in a practical sense, except not to be made to look a fool and a failure and get some relief for their rancorous pain.
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All sorts of violence is possible in that pursuit.
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The option of choice: Keep on doubling down until retreat and then call it victory which it isn’t.
The antidote: Think before you leap and respect the need for self respect.

Vietnam was one thing, Afghanistan another, but the bug is a real killer deal.
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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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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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