The Sparrow And The Butterfly

This is an old posting, but it occurs to me to elaborate on a point or two. What I described in one part there, is what is commonly referred to – though the term didn't cross my mind and I prefer it that way – as The Butterfly Effect, for whatever reason. Two (or more) strangers get up one morning, go about their day, and like some unseen orchestration of events full of "chance" factors and detours, wending their way in a process which comes to a head when one loses control of the wheel, let's say (why, is far less relevant here) inadvertantly causing, or even – as in the third example given below – intentionally causing a collision, with our without injuries, fatalities, but certainly leaving havoc and wreckage in its wake.

I was sitting parked in a company car late one evening in September, I might have taken off back to the office but stayed for a few minutes to go over my mileage, driver's door partly open to keep the light on. The street is long, straight and boring, young idiots are known to race their cars down it for shits-and-grins, doing what we'd call 90 or more. One such idiot zoomed right by me, in the opposite direction, passing me as I mused, "Schmuck – you'll get yours". No sooner had the thought entered my head, it was interrupted by him veering left a mere couple yards behind me and slamming into some five unoccupied parked cars, totalling his and these. That it turned out he was 17, had stolen Grampa's car, possessed no license, and was stoned out of his mind – and fled the scene – is irrelevant to my point, just more "chance" factors for The Butterfly. The demolition was so forceful, had he veered one second earlier, that month would have carried my obit. Had I just left when I'd gotten into my car, I'd have missed the whole affair.

Yesterday a co-worker of mine had just finished a morning shift, and was parked in her own car just down the cute, quiet, narrow street somewhat behind our workplace. A 68-year-old guy in a jeep, driving at a normal pace within that little street's allowed limit, suddenly suffered a heart attack at the wheel. Bummer. But he rammed right into the back end of my co-worker's car, totalling both that and the jeep. That she is fortunately at home recuperating from crash-trauma but presumably no serious injuries, and he was resuscitated by paramedics and hospitalized – is likewise irrelevant to my point, just more "chance" factors for The Butterfly.

On December 19, 2016, a semi truck driven by an Islamic terrorist who'd murdered the actual polish truck driver found afterward on the passenger side, veered into a crowd of Christmas shoppers, Berliners and out-of-towners, visitors from all over, resulting in 12 fatalities, a number of injured, and a whole lot of trauma. That he was part of Merkel's Grand Plan, was courted all along by Homeland Security, in concert with some 60 agencies all of whose sole job specifically deals with policing crime and ensuring security, and that the matter was granted the usual Merkellian gaslighting procedure of instrumentalizing, excusing, denying, and then ignoring the drastic and urgent need by the public to see a take-charge attitude of clarification, responsibility, pro-active prevention, and of course finally secure borders and controlled Muslim immigration or an end to it altogether – are also irrelevant right here only as (admittedly less than "chance") factors for Madame Butterfly.

The point here is that you cannot know when something is about to occur in your own personal sphere during your own day. You cannot be smarter, wiser, fatalistic, non-fatalistic, go out in groups, go out alone, stay indoors, never drive, drive more safely, be a better person, don't change anything – and make a difference in whether you may be parked where I was or parked where my co-worker was, or using a public facility or visiting a Christmas market. None of these will make you less vulnerable or less mortal, or less a part of this Butterfly thing.

What will however make a certain difference because of its dimension in your own life, is to get very consciously appreciative of your own life and living, at every moment – a relaxed concentration on your own love of living, of being alive, of being grateful for every day you are here in this body, for every breath you draw, before it should be taken from you. Not after. In the most humble tone of gratitude for being here, for living: live your joy, express it. Gratitude gives latitude, when attitude opens you to a certain very present grace, here – and now. What does that get you? It will make you more aware.

It will make you more aware in a dimension which only deepens with practice, deepens with time, consonant with time and effects and "chance" factors. And if it is, as one says, your time to go – you go with an awareness which makes all the difference in the world. Without this awareness, this simple, quiet awe of living, your coming or going or staying or leaving remain feeling irrelevant, meaningless, mere factors for that Butterfly.

http://samuelinayatchisti.blogspot.de/2014/12/not-sparrow-falleth.html

Dear Gutmensch Set Against Me:

I hear your words so unconvincing,
I merely view them in their place.
Behind them all, I'll tell you without wincing:
I hear Cowardice screaming in my face.

For all that's Islamic you've intransigent sympathy -
unconsciously Stockholm-Syndromatic:
For no non-Muslims, nor its victims, you've the least empathy -
For you that'd only be "Islamophobic."

Each makes a choice between the one or the other,
Defining plainly one's character and action:
Empathy or Comfort-zone, and frankly whether
You've even ever grasped real Compassion.

The Zeitgeist pulls and manipulates,
It draws you into its pernicious slumber.
You buy the dope daily, till it's too late:
Proving after all, you're just another number.

IS-slam On The "Unattractive"

I guess I never knew how low the hatred toward Woman

could stoop in a male sociopath's education.

I know of rape, pedophilia, even murder-lust –

of gang-rape ending in murder, mobs of sorry dicks

converging to bludgeon a woman, to their impotent gratification.

Yet even I was unprepared for the image of mass graves

of recent date recently uncovered: exposing the remains

of Yezidi women who had been rejected by the rapacious faithful

of the Religion-of-Pieces, as "too old," or just "too undesirable" –

that's Disslam for you, they do have their standards.

Scores and scores unchosen for a living hell,

to be brought to a field, shot and sealed in the brown dry soil,

sinking into the embrace of our Mother Earth.

Who had it worse – those who were "attractive" to the

beard-slobbering Orks of Islam-icstate, or those

led off with added insult as a matter of "distaste,"

to their merely earlier graves – I hear no feminists

taking note of their fate. Why, their silence is as deafening

as the graves themselves. And no tears are wasted, nor effort

to break through this Appeasement of the Islamic state of things.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/women/womens-politics/12000148/Islamic-State-sex-slaves-Sinjar-mass-graves-show-what-were-fighting.html

https://netzfrauen.org/2015/08/08/isis-horror-sie-toeteten-19-frauen-weil-sie-sich-gegen-den-sex-mit-militanten-wehrten-19-women-killed-for-refusing-to-have-sex-with-militants/

Insane or Islamic? (no connection)

Two names, both Muslim, two perpetrators and strict adherents.

A couple, and parents at that.

He had problems with his co-workers, a score to settle,

made a scene at their Christmas party.

Was that it? "No jihad"? Praise from the "Caliphate"

comes hardly a day after.

While CAIR and CNN see no connection.

Very well-planned, heavily armed, well-executed – just not well enough.

Or … perhaps indeed to go down in a hail of exchanged gunfire

leaving their own child orphaned? No hard clues (as yet disclosed)

to further accomplices, outside command ties – needn't be.

Thus, CAIR and CNN see no connection.

Is it curious that CAIR appeared on the spot before the cameras

all rehearsed and staged, the very moment CNN first announced

the "yet-unknown"-but-now-disclosed name of the male perpetrator?

Together with a Gutmensch-lady Pastor of Appeasement,

they see no connection.

If you feel then taken for a ride yourself,

if you feel manipulated, disinformed, taken for a dupe,

should you notice any odd gaps – not the FBI ones, rather

the Media's sleight-of-hand in this – join the club.

Say so, if you see a connection.

Or say nothing, take a chill pill, think: "je suis San Bernardino,"

roll back to sleep among the obligatory candles and bouquets –

the danger is less, where the next jihadi(s) may strike; much more

does it concern a concerted effort to distract you from asking,

and to see no connection!

Of course I do not claim to "know" - but I claim the right to think,

and to ask the right questions, objectively seeing taqiyya for what it is,

for where I live today the door is unbolted and thrown wide open

to dangers America has yet to grasp on either coast, the longer

one makes no connection.

What is gravely interesting, or should be, is the either-or variation,

where lives were taken and others are at stake: make no mistake,

there's a reason why all the mavins in the studio give you two choices:

"some kind of" organized terrorism or just a co-worker who snapped,

main thing is, to make no connection!

Merely consider: if one is a strict adherent to "The-Religion-of-Peace,"

marries his Saudi wife and leaves their small child behind while carrying out

a commando-style mass-shooting on the pretext of "work-place stress-disorder" –

might not his convictions be the reason for that poisoned work relationship?

But don't mind me – please, make no connection.

It's alright, you may lose sight of reality,

but you'll still have your job and friends.

I have a daughter and two grandchildren

in Santa Barbara, not so far at that –

do you think I'm not taking this seriously,

or see no connection?