It was that time of year he smiled, well, sighed, when a wish could be made and a prayer said, an interesting thought, Solomon had the arch enemy in mind, the demon minded. At a time of great celebration, he often showed up, disrupting family gatherings, trying his best to run amok, creating disharmony in the families, putting them off ever gathering together again, won’t go through that again! Solomon’s wish was a little bigger. what if many souls prayed that wish, the silencing of the demon, and what it would achieve, lasting peace. He’d dinner with close family, and the senior was feeling unwell, complained of a problem of two. An hour later, they all parted with large smiles on their faces, and no complaints. The demon silenced, talk was of all that was good, a start, amen.
I don’t care if you have to wash his dirty underwear we want to know what he is at! You mean his socks as well, i mean every hair on his scrotum if necessary, and shiny too, you are a recruit from west point miss, and your country needs you. Her smile could stop a bus, her eyes were emerald green, she knew when to bend, just when to sigh, they identified him as a drug dealer, a threat to the state, a threat to the world, it could have been Jesus they described, and they were the pharisee’s, hell bent on having their way, but they lied. She was part of an effort to destroy love on earth but did not know it. Unearth him or you are fired. they gave her a list of his likes and dislikes, while feeding her with bias. What they didn’t know, he was one of God’s holy warriors
, but they didn’t know that. Now he was unearthing them, and he was on fire, amen.
It’s raining again, what a glorious feeling, time to stop and start thinking, it’s raining again, a pause in the momentum, the headache you just can’t ignore, maybe your body is telling you, maybe it’s a time to reflect. Solomon sighed, he looked out the window, fresh streams of life giving water were pouring from the sky, there wasn’t much to do, but being a writer he wasn’t that much affected. How wisdom uses her great charms to stall us, get us to think for awhile, before we make those life changing decisions, think before you act. He read the ancient books, and was getting around to the rest. The wisdom of Jesus, wisdom is the continuous stream, so are the blessings that come from heaven, so long as you are prepared enough to receive them, basically, what did you do in the past, or what you were going to change going forward. An old man was speaking to him, a wise old man, roguish but full of integrity, he enjoyed a few pints. It used to be about Children, but it seems the adults hijacked it, Christmas that is. It was hard not to agree, but perhaps everyone was a child anyway who just had grown up. Grown up he sighed, what did it mean, what happens when it happens too soon, what about the middle part, when it rains on you and you are forced to stop awhile and reflect. The weather was a timely reminder. He recalled a friend, and it reminded him, of the adult threat many little ones faced. Least being aware of it, made it less of a threat, the awakening continuing. But in all seriousness, were we all being treated like small children, give me what i want and i’ll be quite, amen. If that was the case, we were already addicted, next. God Most High unearthed wisdom for us, from the strangest of sources, words from the hearts of those who opened the hearts of more. Maybe that was the reason for the rain, without we were withered
, too much and we would drown, wisdom, use it as a stream, and let it continue to flow, amen.
Miss Understanding, so that’s your name. What did they say about all those Mexicans
, well, someone famous did, didn’t they, they were all…who were they appealing to anyway.
meanwhile a tourist couple arrive in L.A., take the freeway, get the wrong exit, this isn’t the center of town, they are in east L.A, gang controlled, and they are white. They stop at the traffic lights, doesn’t take long before they are shot .A funeral, overseas, L.A, the most dangerous place on earth, see what they did to our lovely brother and his wife, off the plane, shot death, beaten and burnt inside an hour, the likes of that would not happen in Aleppo, it’s a miss understanding says the tourism chief, a miss understanding, well, whatever you call it. A TV reporter looks into the lens, aware his words are being beamed across the world, and more importantly, all across the United States. It’s a scene from the middle east…
“blood on their faces, knives in there hands, they beat there chests with the blade, there will be blood for this, they scream and shout, death to america…”
An extreme group of radicals hijacked the street, it’s just a small hate tract, but it’s beamed across the world, as if this is the common belief. The reporter uses the Faith of the tyrants to ramp up the news, to incite the viewers, abusing the people, knowing that this that he presents is not the truth, it’s propaganda.
Grabbing women by the …worshiping gold…encouraging greed…and i read my Bible Nightly, is that the characterization of a believer in Jesus Christ!, well Mr D!
Just a Miss Understanding I suppose, amen.
A Father has been away, a child waits, the tree is dressed, and his heart is wide open. A friend calls, explains the Christmas presents he thinks he’s getting. The little boy listens, but in the back of his head, he has that Christmas yearning. His Mother has passed away, and his heart is needing, all he can think of is his Father. Granny is great, but she is no substitute for the real thing. His parents split up when he was three, and the boy only got to see his father occasionally. He speaks to his Christmas Fairy, he’s not naive, he’s young and he has a soul, the nurture of love has reaped dividends, he has great hopes. On his knees, he says his prayer before getting under the duvet, this is what he says.
“i know your busy and stuff, and there are many small children hungry, so if i make my request i will understand if you are too busy, but if you could grant me one wish, this it would be, actually, there would be three, but i will settle for this one, okay maybe two, hear goes”
An angel in the corner, listens, is moved to tears, a humble little child with an open heart, we need more of these. A Father is working overseas, he has no choice, there is no work at home. How will he get home in time for Christmas! The Father is a cleaner, does odd jobs, he is diligent, but his boss is very sticky with the rules. Christmas is a busy time of year, and the family needs it’s servants. The employer, a man of little faith, finds his servants wallet, it’s been left behind in a bathroom, the man is cleaning, it must have slipped out, he picks it up, when a picture falls out, of the little boy. It’s a smiling child, it reminds him of a grandchild he has lost himself, it brings tears to his face. He wipes them away but continues to cry. The time he could have spent with him, his grandchild, when he was working instead. He thinks of the servant, and immediately he makes a decision. He buys him a ticket and sends the man home, happy Christmas, amen.
If only there were more hearts like this sighs Solomon. amen.
don’t worry, there is always something to get worried about, every day, look, if we can’t find something we’ll invent it, if it’s a war you need we will start, if it’s a thrill you need, we will provide it, distraction is our best kept secret. Solomon was listening, passing up the word, by passing the traditional routes to Heavenly intervention, the enemy having built a barricade across the road, what a load, bias, hatred
, low self esteem, poverty, envy, hatred, and greed, did i mention the sexual appetites yet, well put that on top, after that load, what else is there to distract you. God heard his prayer, at last, someone who finally understands what all those distractions were for, amen, they were there to build barricades, that’s all, amen.
We can read their minds, bribe them, we know their thoughts, we are their Gods. Solomon was watching the demon minded, their invisible threat, and what they had in mind. He’d the Holy Spirit within him, a gift from God Most High, use it wisely, he did, to undermine the entity.
They trawl the minds, they have to avoid the heart, Love is their greatest threat, same as a good Clint Eastwood movie, when they get together, they acquire “Faith” of all things, what, that stuff that makes you do kind and stuff, makes them abhor violence, will even require you to love, Faith, the burden of the demon, The Strength of God.
Life is told in stories and Jesus was the best at if, for pure simplicity. By pass the head, go straight for the heart, do it together, and you will become a friend of the Almighty, amen.
uneducated, mind controlled, a robot, believes it, his only family, they have a hypnotic nature, demons no less, a cult in another form, users of vulnerable, target them when they are sensitive and in need. Solomon encountered angels, there were many working undercover, trying to undermine the tactics of demons.
How would you like to go on a trip, he’s all excited, it’s a gathering of believers, the bomb is hidden in his rucksack but he doesn’t know, a gift he is told. he waltzes in relaxed, the bomb blows, there is blood. Solomon was writing the prayer, ungodly, hated filled, they needed to be stopped, and at the sensitive times they struck, mosques, holy grounds, churches, it was all planned, in places of prayer. There was nothing of God about them, hear the prayer. The picture of the young woman, her life destroyed, wasn’t it time to put an end to this terrible waste, amen.
dressed up to the nines, will he like me she sighs, has the chemical attraction, see the way he looks at me, wow, and the way he smiles, is it love she smiles adjusting her make up, another reason to be optimistic. The dance starts, he moves closer, drops a bunch of bills on her lap, she moves in closer, he is loving it, well,she’s seen him before, is a regular customer, is it love she sighs, siding in closer, do you want to look at that, he sighs, move closer baby, is it love she smiles. The evening drifts on, they go behind the curtain and get it on. then he leaves, she gets dressed, has the money to pay the rent, she’s just a toe rag, but for awhile she was in love, what’s wrong with that. looking for love in the strangest of places. Solomon recalled an evening, the dead expression, a trafficked woman, dressed up, or down, traded like a car, moved from town to town, her heart wringing inside, worn and feeling hopeless, they even have her child.
across the world, women were being traded in such fashion, from the prime centers of commerce, to the streets of Rome, and it was carried on regardless. turn them into babbling fools these men, their backers and friends, amen. it was Christmas time after all, and as he said to a friend, ask just for a little bit more, please he said, amen. hope he prayed.
Frustrated hard working intelligent and dignified, she is a soldier in the field, has the connections to a ring of arms dealers and traders, who are the first call for all aspiring tyrants and “governments”, who choose sides, and she wants to put a spanner in the works, she wants them exposed. Her boss tell his boss who tells his boss that her boss told his boss that her boss had her reasons, good ones, for leaving them alone, as there was an intelligence operation going on, that her boss, told his boss, that their boss, hoped would be a satisfactory ending for all, but her boss was sure, that no matter how the matter went, there would be a good outcome, so her boss assured her. Do you understand me, am i making sense, right on!