Had the idea did you, really, they turned on her and decided she was demonic, tied her to a pole and burned her instead, everyone else in the village looked on, well there was no TV and entertainment was unheard of, so they gathered in the square, amen. The next woman came forward, she had the same dream and the same thing happened, they all wanted a better world for their children to grow up in, they burned her as well. Solomon cast his mind back to the times of Joan of Arc, her visions and the end, pity they never listened to her. Moving the times 400 odd years forward, the women were replacing the men in the high spec jobs, the glass ceiling cracking all over the place, they were listening now, amen.
Solomon was going through his own life, and there wasn’t a day that he didn’t learn from, some lessons were harder to figure out though, but he was learning, unlike the faith keepers of old who punished those who saw it different to them. Just listen he said all those years ago, didn’t Jesus relax more in the company of women than any of them, what were they all afraid of, their pride. Women, they have the gift of life inside them, as for their children, they often died willingly for them. hurry girls!