Of course, my favorite example is from the movie "Willow", where the shaman releases a bird, and says "Follow the bird!" and everyone says, "But it is going back to the village!", whereupon the sage say, "Ignore the bird, follow the river."
Good advice for all, but here I repeat a submission that is still languishing in the queue, only not yet rejected because no editor has actually looked at it, I can only surmise. But it is timely, and needs to get out to all Soylentils post haste. To be clear, I did not say "eat paste", stop that, Runaway1946!! OK, Original submission follows:
Usually, I am not one to believe in "signs". Often they can be used to rally troops before battle, or other such psychological effects. But then just today, this:
Bald Eagle entangled by Octopus, and it struck me, this is a sign.
As with all signs, it needs interpretation.
But the eagle started it.
A bald eagle, probably looking for food, got tangled with a Pacific Octopus in waters off Quatsino, Canada, according to staff from a fishing company that helped rescue the animals and captured video of the incident.
"Our staff at our Mahatta West farm in Quatsino rescued an eagle that had bitten off more than it could chew when it tried to catch an octopus," read a post on Mowi Canada West's Facebook page.
Now, we have precedent, in this report: Trump gets attacked by bald eagle.
So, a large Orange octopus tries to kill an American Bald Eagle, the national bird of the United States? Obviously the Cephalopod is Trump. Think about it, the word means Head-Foot. The Eagle is, then, what it is the symbol of, America. And the Canadians (irony, eh?) are the House beginning impeachment, freeing America from tentacles of the Trump administration. I predict, Trump will lose. It's in the signs!!
Of course, from the article:
The Mowi staff "are used to seeing the wonders of nature around them on a regular basis, but they knew that this was a once in a lifetime experience," the Facebook post said.
The staff retrieved the octopus and the eagle with a pole and separated them.
According to Mowi, the octopus then swam away, unharmed, and the eagle "recovered on a branch for around 10 minutes before it flew away.
Trump may survive to descend into the murky darkness from which he sprang. Signs are always hard to read. But this one is unusual.
Comparisons:
Homer, Iliad Bk. 12:
For a bird had come upon them, as they were eager to cross over, an eagle of lofty flight, skirting the host on the left, and in its talons it bore a blood-red, monstrous snake, still alive as if struggling, nor was it yet forgetful of combat, it writhed backward, and smote him that held it on the breast beside the neck, [205] till the eagle, stung with pain, cast it from him to the ground, and let it fall in the midst of the throng, and himself with a loud cry sped away down the blasts of the wind. And the Trojans shuddered when they saw the writhing snake lying in the midst of them, a portent of Zeus that beareth the aegis. [210]
And, of course, Mexico:
The myth-story tells that the Mexica tribe, originally from Aztlan (mythic place, and why people incorrectly named them “Aztecs”) were looking for the promissed land. The supreme god of the Mexica tribe was Huitzilopochtli, and told them to travel south and establish a big city.
In order to know when they reached the promissed land their god Huitzilopochtli would signal them by placing an eagle devouring a snake on top of a prickly pear.
For sooth, he will be besmirched, anon.
(Score: 2, Interesting) by Runaway1956 on Saturday December 14 2019, @11:40PM
I was out tundra stomping, on Adak island, in the Aleutians. Coming down off of the mountain, toward the shoreline, I saw something drop from the sky, into the water. Even back then, I had poor vision, so I walked on down to the shore, trying hard to see what was out there. It would bob into sight, then be lost again in the waves, which were running between 2 and 3 feet high. The strange thing was, it was kinda flapping, like it was alive or something. So, I sat down on a handy rock, and watched. Eventually I figured out that it was a bald eagle. Apparently, it misjudged plucking a fish from the sea, and ended up in the water, or maybe the fish just dragged it under. In due time, that eagle reached the rocky shore, and commenced to cleaning him/herself.
I've known from that time that I and America, like that eagle, would be awash in liberal bullshit. There's nothing that can be done about it. We eagles can only persevere, and patiently(?) try to explain to socialists how terribly wrong they are. But, like the sea, socialists don't listen. Mindless forces of nature can't be reasoned with.