The Swedish Environmentalist

Can you say it slower please asked the chairman, it was a meeting about the changing environment and the need for a re think on the environment, and how everyone depended upon the environment staying safe to us, clean water, fresh air, etc. The worlds experts had gathered in Basel, expenses paid of course, none of them traveled without the guarantee, lodgings, expenses, time off, a four hour show, four days in all, but one days work at the conference, all say yes!. Did you get paid Hans for the last speech you gave, no Erika, but they are having a meeting about it, i had to stay at a four star hotel last time, everyone else was in the five star. I hear they put the Norwegians in a B/B, Hans laughed, they’d be happier in an igloo.

Can you say it slower, the chairman tapped his ear piece, i’m not getting sound hear, i can’t hear a thing, he makes the remark to a techy, who comes over and fumbles with a cable. Better much better he says. he looks down at the Swedish environmentalist, the question you were trying to ask, can you say it again, my hearing aid is working he smiles. She smiles at him, i was just wondering, is the environment capped with the physical environment, the same way the threat is measured by the melting ice caps, just saying.

I don’t understand what your saying, but we’ll get to it later, next.

Substandard

They ain’t what they used to be. Chuck swung a drop from his healthy orange juice, let them near to you and they think they own you, replied Charlie, who was leaning against the railing, they were watching their father’s play tennis. The two eight year old’s couldn’t understand what their fathers were complaining about, it was just a tennis game after all, they both nodded, substandard, the pair of them.

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Celebrity Mothers

The manicurist is extra careful, the last time she missed a nail, Miss Celeb let out a scream that could be heard on the east coast, well, imagine it, okay, it could have been the east coast of Russia, Japan, whatever, the naff terms we dish out. There is a photographer waiting for her outside, well, it’s her daughters first official snap shot. She doesn’t

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wants the child to be overwhelmed, imagine, a hundred photographers rushing to take your image, what, that stuff in the past was reserved for war criminals usually, things have changed, and fear of people has fallen among the celebrity set since they can afford security, there is always the paycheck. Why would she want it any other way, it’s cash, plain and simple.

Solomon wondered, was it the role of children to protect their parents or was it the other way around. He thought about it, when they are strong and firm of mind, they tell you what to do, when your weak, they tell you what to do. It almost sounded like the law of the jungle. It still was hard to get a grip on; putting your children into the limelight with so many unsound people around. Blame the agent i suppose.

The Sex Life of a Flea

The botanist smiled, that will get their attention, everyone is addicted to it, every advertiser used it, and many, men women and children, were abused because of it. Sex. The rules of love for a common house flea, a mandatory visit to the bathroom, lots of stuff in there, attracts the female flies, a visit to the closet, lots more hiding in there, lunch time, a sugary treat, need energy to continue, back to the bathroom, more stuff, lots of others in there.

It’s the only word apart from Christmas that unites the races, the common denominator. Solomon smiled, if they start laughing at this,

it will take the biscuit. A woman goes to the doctor, my relationship is ebbing, he does not find me attractive, well, he doesn’t pay me enough attention. A man is getting advice on his new relationship, it takes time to make the current flow if you get my drift, if you are on automatic all the time, what does it say for you, all lit up in all the wrong areas looking for a place to go. The sex life of a common flea, i never thought that stuff was all that interesting. He read the headline, everyone will be giving it a second thought, what has this got to do with divine intervention and the creation of real love, nothing actually! amen.

The Constant Complainer

News, bad, something to complain about, something to hide behind, as you research and fill your head, darn, does that sound right, and that over there, did you see that, and did you see that, the short dress, what a disaster, what are we going to do, everything is a mess, but did you see the new I phone, no but i hear there is a new distraction, just fill the head, cram the thought process, what is the word, framing, set the brain up, the head fills up, add a few problems, add some gloom, after a while, what was that you were thinking, the words that came out of your mouth, a forgotten experience, while you try to decipher what you meant, does that sound okay, it’s okay, they are smiling, haven’t lost it, they are still talking to me. The constant push, the effort to dampen all wise thought, create guilt, why not go for a drink, go shopping, it’ll take your mind off it, then compare it to the all knowing God, imagine the stress on love, imagine it, as Jesus says, God is in all of you, great, with so much stuff going on, how is it possible make space, how easy it is to lose it all. And they say God does not listen, it’s simply a question that we can’t find him, nothing could be simpler.

The gloom merchants, give them money, steal their money, do whatever, just focus there attention on all that is wrong, push the agenda, you will eventually wear them all out. And when they are tired, you will be able to fish them. Wasn’t Jesus tempted in the desert after many days without, thirsty, tired, lonely, who would have been able to withstand it, and give in to the world rather than the future to come. Solomon asked wisdom for help regularly, and when he did, the answers just flowed, when he was distracted easily, it was easy to be all over the place. The struggle as they call it, is simply this; are you going to let the earthly treasures suck you up, or are you going to rise the loving spirit, the choice, amen. It’s easier to listen to the constant complainers, the arguments they use, so cohesive, he said that, she has a reputation, we ought to listen, they have clout, amen.

Well, now that the light of heaven has arrived, i think life will be much sweeter, as the evil minded are turned into babbling fools, and the old networks are removed, the way asbestos is removed from the world, safely.  When the righteous hearts agree, amazing things happen, when the heart of God is moved, nothing is impossible. It is that simple. amen.

The Small Child

H

e put his head down, the friends had gone home, he was there on his own. His friends made him forget, there were the good times, the way you can forget your troubles, the way the heart is put at ease. He watched from the window, the memories he had, they would stay with him for a while.

The need to escape, the routes we choose, the lonely walk the friends you meet along the way. Solomon was thinking, the refugee in all of us, and what an arrogant world so often forgot, the fate of others, it was their greatest mistake, trying to ignore it all. The mother is in a state, she will be beating him when the booze goes over the meter, and the neighbors will turn up the television, in the hope they wont hear and simply forget.

There was an appeal for help, the father held his small son, it was all he had,. his son, the warm arms of his prayerful father, Solomon was asking the Chief, to remind those in authority they had, this man was calling out loud, 24 trillion off shore, what was the excuse this time, amen. I’m hungry he sighs, his fathers eyes fill with tears, soon he replies. The famine in the hearts, and the need for a response, amen.

Blessings

written two thousand seven hundred and twenty three days ago almost, give or take an hour or two, well close on that time. He meant to say years, but the sun was high in the sky, and it was hot, was it sun stroke, Ezra is walking around the wild flower field, he’s talking with the angel, so real, he is both amazed and frightened, not frightened in the sense of today, but frightened at the scale of the disclosure, there’s loads of blessings stored up, the holy grail of help. The angel is humming a Johnny cash tune, what’s that smiles Ezra, he likes the beat, down down down in a blazing ring of fire, down down…is that a sad tune your humming asks Ezra, momentarily distracted, the mornings work has been a load, something the angel knows. to ease the mood he picked a tune from the future to help Ezra relax, for some reason Johnny cash was in his brain jukebox.

The humming stops, the angel smiles, nice tune isn’t it, Ezra nods, now back to business says the angel, i don’t want to loose the job and the boss expects results. Ezra raises his eyebrows, i’m listening, come on. yeah, blessings, it’s a treasure chest, once you unlock it, well, they are there for the taking but you have to earn it that’s all. How do we do that thought Ezra excited, am i going to win a camel,

maybe my own water well too, what a blessing he smiled, i’ll have all i need, and we will have water for ever too.

Solomon was reading Ezra, the ancient writings. Interesting stuff. The Faith to believe was in deed the gift. amen There are blessings stored up, to be poured out, you just have to be able to receive them. So that’s what they meant, the words always confused him, to those who have more will be given, faith he sighed. He saw her on the street, he saw them everywhere, everywhere the faith was working, new looking people, amen.

Donald has a plan…..

Sir, you just can’t abandon the united nations sir, it’s undemocratic answered his sidekick, a party pundit, but what could he say, chuckling, undemocratic, we are republicans after all. Donald was looking out the window of the tower, he preferred the furnishings there to the oval office, he was in his stocking feet, was feeling light of heart. War he said, while scanning the Manhattan skyline has been with us since the beginning almost, and the U.N. was set up to curb war, but it has not stopped one from where i am looking. it’s impossible, to accept there is nothing i can do about it, i’m president after all, one word from me and a war will start tomorrow, that isn’t wisdom, that is pure foolishness. A secretary was typing his mutterings, her fingers flying across her IPad, got that treacy he smiled, yes boss she replied, i also got a tuna sandwich for you later.

Donald smiled, i can always count on women, my mother he sighed, thinking of her.

Center for the prevention of war, make that C-pow for short. Eureka, that’s it. In a nutshell, there will be a body to prevent war, and a penalty for those who start them without consulting us, a big financial one. Great idea Mr President, who thought it sounded very cliched, C pow first war after.  The national debt was at twenty trillion, every modern country was in debt, a new start was needed, for everyone.

It was a simple idea, too simple almost. Solomon sighed, wasn’t that what Jesus said all those years ago, once you forgive that’s it ,amen, the end of hatred, the stuff that eats you from the inside, amen.

Do you like Lobster jack!

She hummed and hawed, the beef looked over done, there was no obvious blood flowing, the tell tale drops that fall from the piece as you drag it to your plate, when semi rare. The serving lady waited, proper bitch she thought, who does she think she is. A thickly perfumed lobster was before her on a different tray, she wanted the surf and turf affect. And they spoiled it because there was  no blood flowing from it, the beef. The cutlery rattled another fifteen minutes, as the gathering scrapped their plates, apart from her lady ship, who hardly toyed with it at all, like the lobster jack she said under her breath, loud enough to be

heard by those close to her, i’m not satisfied the tone of voice, why did they drag me out of bed for this, she was an aging diva, but this was no ordinary event; it was a fund raiser for the famine effort, organised by one of her oldest friends, her former agent, he didn’t supply parts anymore, other than tacky over cooked beef. She thought it was a call for work, another final role in her startling career. They used to flash them for me, i could leave them waiting an hour and they would still be waiting, for her, the greatest diva of them all.

There is a tingle of glasses, silence, the auction begins, an air of excitement, ready to bid dear, the quite call of many of the celebrity gatherers, you can even have dinner with Donald trump i hear, he’s supposed to have offered it, for twenty five thousand dollars though. I never knew he was so thoughtful says another. Am i offered ten thousand folks, this is the T-Shirt Bono wore on his last world tour, come on ladies cries the MC for the night, imagine the memories and your stories, imagine it he says. Who owns the T-Shirt dear, didn’t i tell you, you mean he was here!.

The Baby lets the jelly flow from the relief packet, it’s a nutrient filled mixture, will keep her alive another week!. Her mother tries to smile, a TV producer is trying to get a smile from her, the contrast, the mothers joy at the food the child consumes, help. Well, make that a common feeling, connect the two. The producer isn’t cold hearted, he’s trying to max the event to the full, connect emotionally with the future TV audience.

Solomon was listening to the radio in his small apartment, another call for help, 24 million starving, hope they react he thought; the Spirit he encountered was not of this world, meant that God was in the game and not going away either. What does he see through the eyes of children, what voices does he hear, is there an extra response expected from the gifted!, pass the lobster Jack, it’ll pass for now. With reluctance she begins to spoon the shell, the sauce is excellent, makes up for the over cooked beef, there are people starving after all.

 

 

 

The Vulnerable and the Venerable

We have a system for that, next question please, yes, we have a system for that, next question, i already answered that question, anymore questions, the venerable speaker is reassuring the audience, the world wide audience, that all is being done to end the exploitation of women and children around the world. The appearance of a strange object in the sky has sharpened his enthusiasm, it’s been deemed to be an object from another world, there is talk of it being from a heavenly world, God perhaps!. Images of Moses in the desert are being awakened in the hearts of many, the french exodus from Paris at the beginning of the second great war is being cited as a warning, of the great exodus too, in downtown Manhattan they are dropping champagne cocktails as if it’s the end of days, traders mainly, who spent their entire lives devoted to money and the exploitation of anyone willing to listen to them. The numbers are repeating says an old priest, even the trumpet is sounding; Donald Trump is live on the TV screens in times square, reassuring the world, there is space for everyone in trump tower.

Far away, in a small office, a street smart marketer is going over the numbers, the data as he calls it; there are more single women than ever with access to wealth, who are lonely. A psychologist points out the potential within this data group. Because they are vulnerable, well everyone seeking love in the current climate is vulnerable, well, these ladies have cash, and this loving person is pointing out ways to relieve them of their cash, albeit legally. The other lonely’s don’t matter, they have nothing to give, the usual sex route has been cooked drawn and quartered as they say. Well charlie, how do we empty those cashmere pockets Sydney?.

Why not set up women friendly gambling websites, color them nice, those chicks love make-up, add a few free spins, get them hooked or regular users, and bobs your uncle, watch the cash flow in. Charlie you are a genius. The trade grows, the cash is blown, the universal needs that are not satisfied have to find an outlet, exploitation or exploration, is there really any difference.

Solomon sighed, is there a law against such behaviour, he shook his head, it’s totally legal on this planet. He is sitting in a restaurant in times square, the Donald is over his shoulder on the big screen, imagine it, the cost of a suite in trump tower has been halved on account of the alien intervention, that isn’t bad i suppose. A waitress approaches his table, Solomon’s, can’t smoke sir, she points to the sign, and it’s punishable by a term in detention and a five thousand dollar fine, he puts the cigarettes back in his pocket. Just yesterday he sighs, he was watching a movie from the past, in every scene the main actors was smoking away, for all to see, exploiting the young, as if it mattered then. How a few years change everything, the vulnerable and the venerable, nice name for a movie. He thought for a moment, if you go out of your way to exploit others knowingly, is that theft or business he wondered. he looked up at the sky, no way!. that’s the cloud i say before, amen.