The Butterfly effect shows the connectivity between everything. Nothing stands apart, everything is effected by everything. And apparently small happenings, like the wings of a butterfly moving the air, can change the course of circumstances. This was well illustrated by the German movie: 'Run Lola Run' where three tiny differences in one and the same story had three totally different end results. It was revealing and astonishing and recognizable at the same time.
Then we had three video clips, one more amazing then the other:
The first, another example how one element can change a whole ecosystem was the video clip: : 'How wolves change rivers'
Stunning and beautiful to watch.
The second was a text from and read by Alan Watts: 'The Real Secret of Life. 'Also with beautiful images. Life has its natural flow and growth, and does not work under the assumption that life is an effort which has to be controlled as human beings seem to believe.
And the last was actually an advertisement for mountainbikes called:
'You were never Born' but the clearly nondual text of Jac Kerouac accompanying the beautiful nature shots was another marvelous presentation of the awe of life.
As much as we think and believe we are separate, Life and Nature show again and again that this is an illusion.
In between the showing of the videos, Sylvia shared with us a text from Thor Heyerdahl, Deepak shared a beautiful text, and Kesi a poem by Steve Taylor called 'Meaning'
There was lots of laughter in todays meetup and lively responses.
The poem of Steve Taylor which was read by Kesi:
You can’t explain the meaning
Reduce it to thought or confine it to words
Break it down to basic building blocks
Or trace it back to an origin.
But when you see the meaning, you know it.
Just when you’ve forgotten it existed.
You’re driving along the motorway and turn your head
to the side
As if someone’s tapped your shoulder
And it’s there, stretched across the evening sky
Filling the spaces between the clouds.
You open the door to empty the bin
And it’s there, rustling with the wind through the trees
Stroking your face softly like a lover.
You tilt your head back to catch the rain.
And it’s there, falling with the infinite silver points
Bringing down benevolence from the sky.
Your eyes spring open in the middle of the night
As if there’s an intruder, an unfamiliar noise
And it’s there – in the dense, rich darkness that fills the room
And the glow of unconscious communion
Around you and your partners’ bodies.
The most familiar forgotten place
Your home from a previous lifetime
A mother’s soothing presence
And her warm enfolding arms.