The Effervescent Tablet

An effervescent tablet dropped in a glass of water,
slowly dissolves, losing its entire form
but by no means its essence – actually in this way alone
fulfilling its potential to soothe or to heal or to enrich.

That effervescent tablet, being mortal one way or the other,
spreads its influence and leaves its indellible impression
on a mass much greater than its form, and beyond that as well.
For not only is the water changed, perhaps nonvisibly but certainly;

more relevantly the drinker of that water is affected –
albeit very much according to the strength of that tablet's solution,
taking into account the drinker's own degree of receptivity
toward the body's balancing and stabilization.

Let us say the ingredient in this effervescent tablet is a lifetime
of devotion, work, study, service, activated only by losing its separate form.
And the tablet being the personality, its effervescent potential
being the active instruction to love, to nourish, and to remember God.

The water contained in that glass is Berlin, is Germany.
The drinker would be all those with whom this person comes in contact,
directly or indirectly, numbering more than will ever be known.
The illness, the upsetment, the indigestion: is the taboo placed on Germans.

The taboo on recognizing when they are made victims, the taboo on questioning
the onus of permanent and collective guilt, the taboo on rejecting the iron-clad
perpatrator-role and demanding recognition of its own sovereignty. The taboo
on taking positions running against the current – namely the current Admin-Regime,

or the multi-cultural insanity àla Helper-Syndrome, the degenderization-insanity,
the Islamisation-insanity, the bland materialistic-relativism and its atheism,
the selling out on values which define a culture. All these and Stockholm-Syndrome.
No single effervescent tablet can cure this or put an end to it – only cyanide can do that.

It takes many effervescent tablets to spread that potential sanity and health.
However, it starts with one – and that one can only answer to its own work and effect.
The slow, steady death by blunt blows of totalitarian political correctness is the sickness.

I am that efferscent tablet.

Holocaust To Hologram

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMFTDkJCG4o

Holocaust to Hologram, or Healing to Wholeness?

Trauma never made it to therapy, because:

"perpetrators need that, not victims or survivors"...

A deep wound going untreated may likely fester, become infected,

lead to blood poisoning, death. It may perhaps close, but not well,

it doesn't heal.

 

It becomes as a hologram of itself, a virtual-image of the first trauma –

to hold there, hold for the generations to come

but not for the generation which perished, no. That generation

festers in memory, its dignity abused, exploited

to exert a moral impertenance – not imperative – with index finger raised

against a generation which drove no Holocaust and is neither guilty of

nor responsible for one: a generation also traumatized by the one

which had done so or had lived with it – and now held captive

to the same Hologram groomed and maintained by those who likewise

were not of that prior generation which perished.

 

Israel itself is arguably the best "Never Again" one could get,

so do give the industry of bromides a rest. Stop cooperating

with governments which feed the Hologram with you, if only

to maintain the delusion of progress. 

Toward what end is this? Neither toward health nor healing,

but convenient arrangement, both by conformism to Jewish resentment

and conformism to German self-hatred, a narcissistic overkill by both,

on ritual "Never-Again!" ceremonies of photo-ops

and of preoccupation with "the Right" masking a pathological avoidance to heal

for a knee-jerk loathing of one's own German identity.

Healing requires a courage most severely lacking everwhere. 

Who needs therapy when you can flood this land with "refugees"?

More trauma for Deutschland, more business for the economic elite,

more ideology for the Regime – as if National-, East German-, and now

post-post-Reunification- weren't Socialism enough

for nearly a century of generations.

Hologram is not Holocaust, maintained whatever the cost –

and it is certainly not the Shoah of Redemptive Memory.

Shoah is there, to show a way to Wholeness.

What Peace Is Not

"The-Religion-Of-Peace" being sold us, is not.
And neither is peace "the opposite of war," as that is only a cease-fire or a non-hostile accord; non-hostility is certainly civil, but peace it ain't, rather a civil non-war.

Nor is being nice and getting along comfortably, peace.
Nor is appeasement, nor is it non-action passing for non-violent, nor non-confrontational, nor submitting to more dominant personalities because they dominate.

Peace is not "giving me a break" or avoidance of the unpleasant and disagreeable, nor is it the seeking of these; it is neither a matter of opinion nor is it ever mainstream or politically correct – ever; peace is not wishful thinking, though one may well wish for peace and desire it for others.  It is without arrogance or self-satisfaction in the least, solid without insisting on its solidity.

Peace is:   a state of non-ego, sovereign unto itself.  Politics cannot even approach it, even "balance" does not quite deliver, although there is balance in it.  When Scripture speaks of "the peace which passes all understanding," what Paul meant in this is that peace is without ego – and therefore outside of what the ego can grasp or use or manipulate or fake.  It is not unattainable, just not with ego.  That is what makes it sovereign.

Not with politics, not with appeasement, not with ideology of any kind whatsoever.  Not by falling all over each other to court and crawl before "The-Religion-Of-Peace" and practice greeting one another with "peace" in Arabic.  I once adhered to this notion, we no longer can afford to – one's own language will suffice.  Anyone is quite free to disagree with me on any point, we may argue or not, it doesn't matter.  I am at peace with what I am saying.

Peace is non-ego in action, one responds accordingly without being "the do-er," and leaving the approval or disapproval of others outside the equation.  How one is to come to this, how this is reached, attained, is too obvious to bear mentioning here.

I wish everyone reading this, as likewise myself, peace – the peace which passes all understanding. May healing come.

There Is Not A Day Goes By

There is not a day goes by, nor a night, that the thought of my heart
is not immersed in Prayer and Presence, in concentrated lovingkindness
toward and embracing and enveloping and for the deliverence and healing:
of all victims of perpetrators and predators, of victims who later could
themselves become perpetrators, and of victims who remain victims.

Not a moment actually goes by without my holding close to my breast

in prayer and in yearning, those daughters in Nigeria

who are my own concern, and women and gays and Christians and children
throughout the abetted and vetted cultures of tyranny and violence, who are
either persecuted, terrorized, tortured, murdered or "executed" -
while Islam may have no monopoly on such outrages,

it certainly has a corner on that market.

Children who are mistreated and abused systematically, kidnapped,
sold for sex in a most unkind cult and culture of pädophilia, more widespread
and abetted than one cares to imagine - networked, as with satanic covens

(which one dare not mention);

these occupy indeed my politically powerless days of which there is not one

to which I don't dedicate hours to Prayer and Presence.
Where in Scripture is spoken of "not merely persons but

powers and principalities,"

we can speak today of lobbies, networks and tyrannies, systems of
overweening presence and power and designs on absolute control.

Therefore:  Prayer and Presence, the presence of real light,
and the prayer of faith - to fight for the light against the night, with
faith in the face of all daunting odds, of power which is of the world, of

indifference and of decadence, of sloth of heart.

Of all the tea-candles I burn in a week, the one constant is the
six-day oil candle which burns and is replaced, that this flame is
never extinguished, but burns 24/7, burns undeterred for those
who belong to ourselves, those whom we want to see free.

So for the hundreth time I am invited any reading this,

to join me in the following:

http://samuelinayatchisti.blogspot.de/2012/01/candle-for-farthing.html

And Jesus Spat

(Jn. 9: 1-7)

Who has no self but in God, carries no thought
but the Divine impression unbroken, unprocessed;
comes or goes as the wind, you can't say whence or whither:
Friends, let that one spit!

You who have been blind since birth,
if one comes whose very breath is Healing,
and mingles that spit with the earth of the ground,
rubbing that over your eyes: Friends, let it be done!

The waters of that mouth are prasad indeed,
as is the Word issuing forth therefrom;
let that Stranger come, welcome those hands
which might rest thereon where the pain is!

This one knows where, better than you,
and sees whole and gives whole, rendering whole.
The embrace of one lost in God carries no price tag,
all your wealth could never acquire it -




an attitude of gratitude however is like a magnet,
that is the best of coin here, and innocent trust.
Be like that tenth leper, not the nine,
be like that Samaritan who shouldn't have known better, but did:

give thanks where it is due, return to that hermit in the woods
or the mechanic in his shop – wherever that one hangs out, go!
and render thanks for that spit or that hand or that embrace.
Prasad is best received, like the Eucharist, with humble thanks.