Part 1

The human race has fallen a long way short of the standard, to merit the positive intervention of the Divine. Some say, we have abandoned true faith in God Most High altogether, and replaced him with materialism, idol worship, and things, stuff as you call it. Faith meaning pure love, active belief, not armchair belief, but doing it. The rulers of the earth, those that currently control the fate of so many, be it through policy or the non enactment of policies that ought to be enacted, to them faith is an inconvenient truth. It’s only an opinion. But as the saying goes, you get out of the well what goes in. The heart being the well where the love is stored, is under constant stress.

When you act for the self all the time, meaning, the ego, the well dries up. You then struggle internally, and your will becomes victim to other influences. It’s why there is often a national out pouring of grief when someone of standing passes, not that it lasts. It’s why people over react during emotional and testing times, or go overboard as they say. It’s purely a release of the emotions they have been unable to deal with, cause they lost the ability to be empathic with themselves. Put another way, we have understanding of situations that need our intervention, but we shy away. We deaden ourselves a little more each time we do that. It’s why we are glad to leave it to charities to deal with the issues. It feels good that someone is doing it for us. Allows us to use the mind more freely, rather than the heart.

The heart can be smashed to pieces emotionally, while the mind can only be disturbed. It’s why soldiers going into battle zones are often medicated beforehand. They won’t cope well with all the brutality if in a normal state of mind. Why do Vietnam veterans, and so many others returning from war zones, have so many problems. We are not programmed to hurt, we are born to love, the polar opposite. The will of God Most High, is love.

The war zone issue raises the ugly issue of child rearing in the 21st century. How many children are going to grow up mentally normal today, very few indeed, unless there is a turnaround in the direction we are heading. While we may be heading in one direction, we should be going in the very opposite direction. So much for boy bands.

I had this dream twenty years ago, so did many others, of fighting my way through the crowd as they headed one way, while I struggled in the opposite direction. They were all falling into the sea, being led blind, the exact way things are today. Pornography is mainstream, idol worship too, second homes deemed a necessity by many, while others have no homes at all, not forgetting those that starve daily, this is factual, no one can question this reality. Saving the situation should be our goal.


John the 23rd

23, the number of books in the Koran, john the 23rd, most respected of christian leaders in the last century, let us live and understand our differences, don’t force anyone, the number, a reminder from above, and the need to build bridges between all believers, and so his track record proved. On account of the poor showing of the catholic church in France, during the second world war, where some bishops in Paris, some, sided with the Nazi occupiers, John the 23rd, a peasant farmers son, was sent by the then pope to France to rehabilitate the relationship between the catholic church and those who lived through that horrible period, and successful he was, he later became Pope when he thought he should be retiring, i’m getting old. He was a stop gap pope, the filler in between. It happens that he turned out to be the finest of them all, because he stuck to what the role involved, being a shepherd and not the sheep owner or politician. I wonder if his example, is possible to imitate today. In a world of political correctness, he was not correct, said what was needed ,that was John the 23rd, and he was pure spirit, amen. Among all the religions out there, is there a John the 23rd, for the world needs you.

Solomon was reading a book, that retold history. So many politicians, so few leaders was the gist of the content. When he looked around the world today, all there was to see, was so many politicians and so few leaders, remarkable he thought, considering what was possible.


Well, what does history say or what does it mean, usually comes with more baggage than a jumbo jet, the past, the mistakes, the reasons not to trust, a cause for concern, fear comes to the top too easy, one day you’ll learn how to forgive and wonder what you’ve been doing all your life. Anyway, there is much to be said for history, the victors usually write it to begin with, but there are also those who correct history, and are known to suffer for it.

Solomon was reading about the Jewish dilemma, and the blame that was afforded them for the crucifixion of Jesus, and how for centuries and millenniums, they were blamed, for the actions of a few. Those pointing the finger, were supposed to be “Fans” of the crucified savior, and what did he teach them, what was central to it all, forgiveness, the lessons history teach us, amen, few people ever listen, even today.

How often we condemn whole nations and peoples because of history, as if history was an indication of the future. No cars then, no mobile phones, no air planes, no contraception, no off shore accounts, history is so indicative of the future.

The World of Yesterday

I hear there is a planet called yesterday, it’s a far off place, seems few even get there, and what happened on yesterday is yesterday’s business i guess, so what happens on yesterday, the chance to do something new, to do something about it, not on yesterday though, I wonder what happens today on yesterday, is this confusing, all the stuff I could have done if i had been on yesterday.

Solomon was reminding himself, today was the day everyday, and hindsight was useless, he thought about the old prophets, and how they wrote their messages and wisdom’s, at a time when few could even write, let alone read, so that coming generations could read what they wrote, in order that we lived today, rather than yesterday, amen. Are you listening he sighed, oh, that was yesterday, wasn’t it! The affirmation came as usual, it was the Monday feeling, if we only listened he sighed, rather than wished it was yesterday!

Mind Games

Doubts, Anxiety, appealing to our greatest fears, the risk to love, the murmurs of friends, raising the stakes, and then the mind readers, or spies in our company, using the tactics, the same ones they have seen on TV, and that is plain evil. Solomon sighed, every one of them was on the radar, thank heavens he smiled, it will soon be the end of them, all.

Poison the heart and destroy the soul, the damage done to love every day

, outrageous!

Sowing the Seeds

just an idea, why are you saying this, i thought you liked me, he looks are her, why he wonders does she behave like this, the sowers of doubt, where does it come from, a previous experience, and the harm it caused, she’s been tossed around, used in the past, it is her hidden history, now she uses it like a sword to cut the heart up, of others, getting even, seriously. I never knew you he said, why didn’t you tell me, amen.

the words of old, the resentment passed on, getting even, isn’t that a mantra, which we are regularly reminded of, the wars started in anger, and the legacy they passed on.

Solomon was reminding himself of the destructive nature of being unable to forgive, the legacy issues he was trying to point out, forgive forgive, his words went beyond what they meant. In anger or stress, he knew how human behaviour worked, we retreat, to that other space where we had that similar feeling, it was a lesson he was passing on, unless you forgave, you passed on prejudice and fear.

Donald Trump are you listening, amen!

solomon shared company, a distorted soul trying to cause a divide within a family, he listened, and played along, listening, there was a demon in her mist, he was listening.

Guess who I saw with peggy sue dude!

Salome’s Last Dance

John the Baptist, the fiery prophet, languished, a thorn in the side, a woman with a very dark side, the king, his word his bond, enthralled at the young woman’s beauty, you can have anything dear child, anything, the opportunity of a lifetime, well he desires you darling he’ll do anything, and like the hero’s of old, he is besotted by that charming woman, he is following in the list of many fallen hero’s, but he is no hero just a fool, trapped by the image of youth, all mine all mine, she answers with a sly grin, the head of the fiery prophet on a silver plate please. what!, the king has given his word, he can’t retreat it’s part of his conceit, i’m a king.

Solomon was reminding himself, how the hero’s of old had fallen, sold out by the demon underneath the cunning smile, well i have him now she smiles, that will be the end of him, so much for his God Most High, it only took an erotic dance to trap the old fool. How many great lives were thwarted under such circumstances, fooled by the tease and the promise of more to come. Solomon had seen the scene play out in many lives, and in a nutshell, he had the wisdom to know the difference, between true love and the fooled, amen.

Electric Man

Solomon sat in the calm night, it was the hours of sleep, all the world, in his part of the globe, was sleeping, well, apart from the night staff, but the air was calm, the sound you hear when the air conditioner is switched off and that droning hum disappears, well, it sounds like.

He’d a present for those traumatising children, the mothers and children living in fear, and the demon spirit that was working overtime to create terror and fear, the voiceless of the world, the children of the slums in Rio, the children of Aleppo, the slum dwellers of Calcutta, the women and children used to being abused everywhere, there is a God, you just have to believe. Quietly he prepared his words, the core of his petition this evening.

Turn them into babbling fools, those that prey on your people Dear Father, send them a message. Pull the big weeds in the garden and let the light in, amen, remember the men and women on their knees praying this moment, it was four o’clock in the morning exactly.

Being electric, our thoughts can be heard thousands of miles away!

With the quite he could hear his thoughts clearly, no intrusion, it was his way of meditation, or what he imagined it to be, but the electric current of all those sleeping individuals was switched off, the same way it is on a holiday or Christmas, for everyone of us is a charged individual, when it goes wrong the mind has been known to surge, the high and low feeling i suppose. When we get that energy in balance we are light bulbs practically, it’s why some people literally shine, the flow inside them is good. Imagine it, the entire world is made up of electric people, imagine what happens when that flow is interfered with, your mad, over reacting, dull, bright, a whole mixture of powers. Solomon was in the zone this evening, and saying his prayer, the calm allowing for his full thought process to activate inside him, he was beholden to the Holy Spirit, and that energy connected with the high power that circulated. Did the people realise what they could do he thought, once they allowed this electricity to flow through them, it allowed thoughts to flow, prayers to get absorbed, change to happen. Being electric he sighed, who are we he wondered, then the answer came to him, Spirits in the material, amen. For one day only

if we all lived in the zone, imagine how we could change it all, overnight, amen.