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.


Voodoo Child

There has to be someway out of here, Jimi Hendrix, words written a long time ago, imagine the frightened child, here, there or in Aleppo. The joker cries, the thief inspired, I’ve seen the light he says. The mother groans, the small child is bleeding, the operation has been a success, the strange priest decree’s, she is safe she is safe, from what Jimi asked. Imagine, cutting young women and children in the name of God. Solomon was saying it, few in those parts were afraid to mention it, they are stronger, the women in fear, 200 million across the world and more, cut for no other reason, other than being the voodoo child. Jesus came to tell them to stop, none of that stuff was necessary, his father had no time for it. Reading about it in the news, he hoped Mrs Clinton would cross the winning line, even to lift the women in those far off places as well, amen.


Small in stature, big in heart, lots of understanding, he’s a friend of the Holy Spirit, he doesn’t answer, the teacher glares, stupid little boy she sighs, she’s almost overheard. He’s not going to repeat the error, she made little of him, humiliated him when he rightly answered the day before, she was getting over a hangover, he was in the way. No, they said, say No

to strangers, and those that make you feel bad, the child was listening, he was no chump, but a brave little man. Solomon was reminding himself and others, there is a God Most High, and those that terrified children in anyway, trouble was coming for them, brave boy, he answered right, he said nothing at all, amen.

Forty Years

And no Parole!

the judge hammers the desk, the warden waits for the new arrivals

, seen so many of them, troubled young men, who strike out, the victim just happens to be there, but the real victim was born forty years ago. The young man is taken away, he shuffles in chains, his spirit drowning, the end of his life, well, who will want him now, prison will soon be the only home he knows. Solomon heard the story, forty years before, the numbers tied up emotionally, how so many end tied up in chains, it was a warning all those years ago, but the system wasn’t listening, it was building prisons all those years. Is there room for anymore howls the guard, the young men are black american, Hispanic, and he is their best friend now. No father, a child dries up emotionally, seeks the answers, hears all those preachers, saying the same, none of them he remembers as a child, as he didn’t own no credit card, amen.

There is a legacy issue, Solomon sighed, for years they treated the growing minority as if the white man owned the universe, he was white all right, but that was his soul, not the color of his skin, amen.

Lost Children

where have all the flowers gone, where has all the innocence gone, it is the era of the lost generation, but it was no cause for despair, the enlightened were working to fix the issue, there were angels appearing from all sorts of places, the message was being made clear, where have all the children gone. She’s ten acts thirty, she is addicted to adulthood but can’t control it, the lost generation, the search party found them at last, amen.

Being Used

Doesn’t know any different, born this way i suppose, emotionally connected, it’s how she survives, her support system is non existent, she’s out on a limb, she knows no other way, traded since she was a child, she’s told to do the same with her own, and this is her routine. Solomon was reminding himself, we are all victims of our rearing, but for some it’s very dark. There is a demon, and the mind gamers who support, trail the interests of the believer, hoping to find an avenue into their fears. Ever watch full, he wasn’t surprised, saw the darkness to often, he could recognise it, but rarely let on. the story he read, affirmed by what he encountered a day later. Did they realise there was a Heaven, and it was something worth getting used to, amen. The interests we create for ourselves, and where they lead us, solomon  was just learning himself.

Are we allowed to criticize anymore!

Have an opinion, well you’ll probably lose your job, Yes men, whatever you do, don’t criticize, you’ll face a barrage of lawyers to begin with, instigate a workforce against you, possible get yourself burned, happened to Joan of Arc, whom later was deemed a saint, have an opinion it

s fine, just don’t tell anyone, she’s afraid to say anything, it’s the story of the silent majority in most places, until the election comes along, at least your vote is private but little else. Propaganda, you better have an opinion, well you’ll hear it so often, it’s all you’ll be able to remember. Repeat and repeat, eventually you become what you eat, and that includes the mentality you acquire. Solomon was reminding himself of the work of many reformers, who had to go to the ends of the earth to be heard, same could be said of Pope Francis, who declared the wrongs of the church he has come to guide out of the doldrums, and he faced huge difficulties even among his own, for criticizing the regime openly. Solomon regularly cast ideas and thoughts into his prayers, and to this day wondered, in the year 2016, why there was no adult section to the worldwide web, as surely, the children of the current generation, deserved head space, before they learned more about the world.

Little Feet

Gushing mothers, play school, the little ones together, getting to know each other, having fun, a coffee a chat, a little this and that, talking about their little feet. The bell goes, the yard empties, they are a few years older, four five maybe, teacher is tired, it’s a Monday morning, still learning about patience, those little ones don’t behave like adults, they have the adventure you see, little feet are always wandering, it’s called being normal, wanting to take a step further. A year of two later they wise up, pull the strings of whoever, know how to get the best of you, little feet no more but still little feet to mother. Solomon was reading the story, there was a lot to read about, the tale of women in trouble, not on account of themselves, but because of a lot of wrongs not rights. The article was an appeal, would there ever be a change of mind, the need for some to control the mind of others, vulnerable women, their daughters, and young children. He saw them on their knees, it wasn’t a pretty sight, then sighed, wait till they see the image from above, it will give them all a little fright, and perhaps, be good for all those little feet, amen. The Holy Spirit arrived one night, and from that day his petitions and prayers were heard, and being a student of love, he had to listen as well, amen.