THE lOVE TRAIL

Featured

IMG_5757IMG_5755IMG_5758THIS IS A THREE PART STORY, I BROKE IT UP INTO THREE PARTS, LIKE ALL GOOD STORIES, IF YOU LIKE IT, PASS IT ON TO ALL YOU KNOW, I THINK IT IS IMPORTANT WE CHANGE MANY THINGS….

INTRODUCTION…..

Introduction

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.

TO BE CONTINUED………………….<a

Papal Call

Times are changing, the faces, a renewal, the call goes out, what will replace us?. The gray hairs, looking tired, the new strategy, did he ever let us down they ask, how often have we let Him down, they wonder, the call goes out, we will meet, we will discuss. In islam, the Holy words, ancient hidden made real, the gospel of Jesus a key factor, a new understanding, a wider way to interpret, Jesus Christ, follow his ways, use those words as a filter, it will open your heart and widen your understanding.

The bishop shakes his head; we have always done it this way. A young curate opens his mouth, didn’t Jesus say something similar all those years ago. The Bishop shrieks. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, is that all you can say?.

Solomon heard the call, the world was going through a change, in space too, planetary changes, magnificent changes, the bishop still shrieks, what will we do?. Solomon sighs, the cloud and multiple others signs, they should look up now and again, amen.

communication

Jesus, religious confusion, all sorts of praying, their version, habits, the problems, how we communicate. Truth, it’s not complex, how you treat others, it’s not complex, what pleases your Heavenly Father. The mob were complaining, they paid their dues, adhered to sacrifice offerings, attended on time, worn the correct garments, washed as the books said, all these things they did, what else is there for us to do they asked, all smug with themselves.

Communication, what is the habit you sell, are you kind, do you reach out, do you look down on others, do you rise yourself above others, what sort of person are you inside, who are you really, the thoughts that were filling the space.

What barriers do you put between yourself and the life you lead around you?

What a Waste?

The habits of the man, drinks with all sorts, doesn’t do all the rituals, eats strange foods, sits down with those unlike him, has no time for titles, and tries to give us advice, as for the women in his life, he treats them like equals, what’s going on they ask. The painter at the side of the curb, his talent, well, look what he did with it, he stumbles across the street, while many say, if only I could paint like him, so the comments go, what a waste.

Jesus is reading Isaiah, the story of the great turn around, how the most silliest day in the life of the Almighty is greater than the wisdom of all the sages put together, what you ask. Solomon sighs, the wonder of creation, and while we are looking, what do we do with the waste?

The mother struggles in the heat, the bags are full, sweat runs down her face, she is nearly home, once in the door, it’s all work, not before she has a comforting cup of tea. The preparation is continuous, her job is never fulfilled, she works all her life, had the looks to chose, she chose family instead, was it such a waste?.

I can send a rocket to the moon, i can do mars says another, the boy beside them looks out at the sea, can anyone of you clean that up, they shrug their shoulders, the boy thinks, they look up but never see what is around them, what a waste he thinks!.

Press Comments

A reason to be critical, the paper editors smell blood headline and massive increases in revenue and audience participation. The rubbish, the past, trolled through, any thing to use, the Tory leadership campaign, or any election where change is likely, and the lines are drawn. Kick them, push, tame, whatever, it’s sport to some, the press comments, amen.

Healing the issue, the comments are sensitive, others are called in, a new thought process, a gentler use of words, mindful engagement, the ratings set aside, a better outcome for all.

Solomon sighed, there has to be a line between news and entertainment, and the blurred line, often confuses the reasoning in children, and that doubt, often ends in extreme thinking, so press the comments, with the evidence of Heaven to deal with, it just might help, amen.

Green

Good for the digestion, inside health, the green ways, a little patience required, the taste, worth it. I can’t help the environment, why should I, a thousand I can’t helps, add it up, and the changes just multiply. The council votes, the stage is balanced, another vote needed, the deciding vote comes in, more, the changes are there, inside, be green, every tree counts, amen.

The Fisherman

The rod is assembled, the flies attached, he chooses a stretch of river, lets the line out, waits, draws, pulls it in, casts again, the line ripples, something, wait, the line returns, the process is reported, the process is repeated, the fisherman casts again, the line is out, the eyes on the line, any movement, wait, a bite, something there, he will try that spot again, there is a fish waiting to be caught, so the fisherman dreams.

The bait, the fish can spot the disturbance overhead, wiggles about, goes to the surface, has a closer look, not real, the fish goes back to the bottom, waits until he is more secure and certain. Testing the Spirit, the fisherman is getting on, three hours, the waiting continues, another bite, the line snags and releases, the fish took the bait, but the way he took it, nibbled it, not into the mouth.

The fisherman, the evenings end, the light is fading, the water darkens, nearly time to go home, one last cast, the line on the water, more flies on the hatch, the fish getting ready for their midnight feast, this time. A rise to the left, before him up river down river, the plop, the plop, a jump, a splash, the fisherman looks about in wonder, so many fish to catch, he decides to leave and have a good night’s sleep, thinking, fishing, with the clean water, it’s always worth thinking about, amen.

Sensitive Habits

The sages report, the angels sigh, the changes on high, the new life, the potential, possibilities. The child, the boy, the girl, the habits they are adorned with, the effort to imitate, the learning, the school teacher, the method, the preference, they, the way they dress, the changes, reasons to see things differently, the harboring of grudges, the old war wounds, the anthems, the hope of changes, what do they all mean, these sensitive habits. The cold weather on the arctic shores, the warm weather in the Azores, the habits the food, the timing, the days long and hot, the days short and dark, why is the earth so sensitive, so many seasons and types of weather any given day, a one degree increase in temperature, the need to seek help, the body temperature goes above a number, and the doctor came, what makes us so sensitive.

Solomon sighed, the foundations, the gaps, the pot holes that need to be filled out, how sensitive we are when we put our foot in it, and the tale to the environment, and the tiny increases, what a difference they make. We are sensitive to changes.

The headline was a little confusing, what will we do, our church needs to adapt, what will happen, Solomon sighed; work to increase the well being of the Spirit, it always works out.