The signs were everywhere, the divine presence real, the opportunity to heal, the reality of God’s Holy Spirit, the many blessings, the dreams, Solomon was ready, he needed to push the boat out, he’d ask wisdom for help, a prayer was required, the hearts were healing, love was growing, it was all changing, there was real hope, but he remained grounded, it was his job, to hold it together, and help the process along. Helpers were arriving, there was joy, and it was a full circle. The faith had to remain strong, no doubts, like unconditional love. What was occurring was sending tremors into the hearts of the deceivers, God Most High was real, proof that was needed to change everything, visible in the sky, the great events, ancient scriptures, and the picture from above .
The value of words, the turn of a phrase, the resonating rhythm, the natural flow, the organic combination, the poetic gateway, almost like blood, thoughts spilled on a page, some artists had it, it came without effort, the way wisdom appears, Solomon was trying to explain it, some voices had that verve, it was a case of recognizing it, the difference,, did you listen when you heard it, he was listening.
always a way out, never dark or complicated. The gift of the words,
was a talent, and all talent came from God, by virtue the Love passed on, real love not boutique love, the stuff that forces you to listen.
this might be very useful to anyone with a brain
The BBC Radio 4 seriesThe Life Scientific has recently profiled three, count’em, three, cognitive scientists.
Because the BBC find the internet confusing I’m just going to link straight to the mp3s to save you scrabbling about on their site.
That’s an hour an a half of pure cognitive science. Use carefully. Keep away from fire. Remember, the value of your investments may go down as well as up
The hungry heart needs nourishment, needs filling with servings of love, that diet of anxiety and trauma needs changing, many young hearts are disappointed, the spirit of love needs double helpings, suicide levels among the young traumatic and unreported, Solomon sighed, bad enough being hungry even worse without love, pure victims open to every addiction, that spirit needed more than ever, will put an end to so much hardship, so much trapped love in older souls too, all waiting for their moment to come, most having given up, all in need resuscitation, the power of miracles how it inspired, worked all those years ago was working today, Solomon was pushing it for all that it was worth, if others hid it he was going to show it, faith, he wore it good or bad, in front, didn’t disguise the harsh reality, it needed saying, pour it out he prayed, the Loving spirit, never too late to begin loving. The healing spirit too, it was badly needed, let it be, he prayed.
three irish men visiting a brothel….
The local Methodist pastor appears, looks up and down the street, and goes inside.
“Would you look at that!” says the first Irishman. “Didn’t I always say what a bunch of hypocrites they are?”
No sooner are the words out of his mouth than a Rabbi appears at the door, looks up and down the street, knocks, and goes inside.
“Another one trying to fool everyone with pious preaching!” says the second Irishman.
After roundly condemning the vicar and Rabbi, they see their own parish priest knock on the door.
“Ah, now dat’s sad,” says the third Irishman. “One of the girls must have died.”
Aah . . . that’s better!
The walls of secrecy have to fall, the interior one inside, the content of the mind, growth of the pornographic kind, hundreds of millions addicted, crunch time for humanities sake, Solomon was alarmed, the statistics beyond comprehension almost, faith in love had been replaced, by the image mentality, the picture from the sky should have sent alarm bells ringing, was it time to coral porn online and everything adult, the soft talking was over, the reality of God Most High could not be denied, if there was a future it started now, a simple card was all that was needed, filling young heads with images that denied love, was having a dire affect on the health of billions, and the forecast in the future demanded immediate attention, madness had been normalised, it had to change, the future of love on earth demanded it, the picture in the sky, was not a simple image, was the proof many tried to deny, it pointed to the reality of time being of the essence. A step too far was all that was needed, a step back was what was needed, it was the interest of everyone that the situation was addressed, God Most High ruled supreme, the words of the prophets realised, the teachings of Jesus never more true, was the planet going to survive without love, no chance without it, amen.
She’s watching, the mirror, never good enough, wants to look thinner, tired of being rejected, doesn’t try drugs, or other forms of escape, prefers honesty, if only I was thinner, the girls in the fashion magazine, miserable looking and thin, she wants to imitate them, wants clothes to hang loose, girls in the photographs, get all the good men, it’s psychological warfare, she can’t handle, been this way for years, everywhere she looks, even governments, have used these tactics, scaring into submission, doing it all sorts of ways, Solomon saw a sight, saddened him, wasn’t sad in himself, a friend of his, looking waif thin, with the angels all around, pure foolishness not to make the point, God Most High would hear, he’d ask wisdom to help, with a prayer, amen.