The Rules

She nods, it’s her first day, she made an effort to look smart, neat but not too much, first day, she has to learn the rules. The long sweep of her head, she eyes her as if she’s a mannequin, well, all you will be doing is standing there dear, give them something to look at, distract them, she meant to say him, once he, she corrects, once they get a focus on you it’s easy to control the communication, she is going to be front desk material, it’s the public services desk of an airline, they mostly handle complaints, and women do it better, well, in law, you can’t argue or use language that might be considered biased, women have more thorns, more armor, put them in the front line, those who are protected, they are the rules.

Solomon recalled his father, on his knees, unpacking his luggage, as he had gone over the weight measure limit

and had to exchange stuff for the overhead. A tax on presents, the extra luggage you carry coming back. It was created by an accountant no doubt, a team of them, find areas where we can legitimately charge for, what about the others in the industry, the boss smiles, they are greedy too, they are the rules. Imagine the rules, you get to the heavenly gates, you pass your cards across the counter, and a bribe, a last minute promise, a donation to a popular charity, this will solve the problem. Peter sighs, know the rules, he points to a tablet of rock, points, the guest retches inside, the rules.

What’s in there!

Never underestimate the influence you have on those around you. Your words and/or actions, seen or unseen, have a direct effect that reverberates

via Ripples — The Creator Writings

save our environment….

It’s a common topic, the support structure of all life is in trouble, and there are no mirrors, we are in it all of us, a band of human beings, save our environment, the stars in the sky are falling, the movements of the stars noted for years, save our environment, the call is coming fast and hard, collectively is there anything we can do.

He heaps a small mound of crystal powder on the table, while his eyes follow her swinging hips as she heads for the toilet, a change of underwear, so he imagines. He can fill the gap that cuts out the rest of the world, blind you mentally till there is nothing else to do. have another one of these, he acts as if he is the king, they get the hit they forget and comeback.

save our environment, we need all the ideas we can gather, the seriousness of the situation is downplayed, the sensitive nature of the human being, if they knew the truth they might panic entirely. In far off locations some are building spaceships, preparing for the worst, but they are still trying to save the environment.

Solomon sighed, the positive intervention of God Most High, had much to do with love. Saving our environment and being close to God went hand in hand he reckoned.

My Interest

My interests he asked, it wasn’t the question she was prepared for, my interests, she didn’t want to be evasive, it was not the question you hear on a first date. Why is he asking me, she makes for the bathroom, her I –

phone is with her. She texts a girlfriend while sitting on the loo, he asked me this what am i supposed to say to him, he’s cute. Between the piddle and the text she gets a few suggestions back. Being honest she didn’t know her own interests, tended to follow the herd, what most did in fact, the road of least resistance. It was now answer time, she comes back smiling, her lipstick is done up, she pouts a fiery smile, hoping it will distract and point him to the late night entertainment, my interests, he sounds as if he wants to get to know me, what was i thinking. She orders them a double sambuca, and another, soon they will stagger from the restaurant, …..but you still haven’t answered my question, what are your interests, he poses the question dressed in her bathrobe, while they discuss the coffee on the table.

Solomon sighed, God knows you from what you practice, amen.

Ezra reborn

So much is stored up in blessings it’s a question of learning how to access it, words to those affect were told to Ezra, 2,7000 years ago, the intervention of God was there for all, it was just a question of letting God abide in you, it wasn’t that difficult to understand. Jesus comes along, 700 odd years later, explains in details, told through stories, there is a world that exists, it’s just that you need to make space for it, space for the light to live inside you, looking out and love, not crouch and hoard, welcome your brothers and sisters, and prepare to be surprised.

Solomon was trying to add explanations to the words of old, an amateur, he never studied philosophy, never studied the experts, lived for all it was when he could, added bits to the puzzle which he wanted to unravel, and came to one conclusion, how the heart is bypassed and the head becomes the main source of influence, the wrong order but the thinking is simple, the less of the heart the less of God there is in us all.

Ezra wrote it down, so Solomon and others, down through the centuries would read and re read those words, each one adding his bit to the puzzle, thereby increasing understanding, making the step up the hill to the summit all the bit easier. In a world that holds out perfection as the answer or the end result, they ignore the notion of being born again. Those words were used to remind us, we need to throw out what we know if necessary, and to fill ourselves with light. As each generation comes and goes, the understanding becomes clearer, and clearer, till we make the connection, so Solomon had learned from his experiences. Why are we saved from great tragedies, why do we under go stress filled experiences, what is it that rests deep inside us, is it the lives of all our descendants and what they experience, thoughts for a Monday, amen. We could all be relatives of Ezra!.

Life

See your defects as gifts to help you grow. Thank God for your sorrow, your tragedies, your sins for each bring you closer to the Divine. Next, when you see a defect in another, thank God for giving this person a gift as good as yours!

via Our Defects — Source of Inspiration

Experience

We are worn smooth Grainy finish tempered by the hands of time Broken down unknowingly With each step we take across The threshold of our days. We never notice the changes at first Beginning rough on edges Not quite finished until we progress forward For we are born to be forged Into that which we […]

via Ghost of life — Peace, Love and Patchouli

A fine poem

This week’s #writephoto, Thursday photo prompt, from Sue Vincent of Daily Echo is entitled flow. Rules and Pingback Here Flow “Stay” were the last words her master had said. Stay she did until sadly she was dead. Long days and nights she waited in turn. Lovingly waiting her master’s return. […]

via Thursday Photo Prompt, Flow. — willowdot21

Busy Busy Busy

busy busy busy busy, everyone in busy, busy busy busy, the whole world is busy, busy busy, why is everyone suddenly busy, they don’t want you to call unless you make an appointment, in case they are, guess what, busy, can’t say it often enough, busy. He had friends when he could help them, they disappeared when he couldn’t, they were now too busy, she helped with the canvass put up the posters, when her legs gave out they were too busy, busy was the word.

She is in traffic, he is on the phone, the last minute emergency, it’s no emergency but they hype it up, to make themselves look busy, it’s a matter of fact. Did being busy assume you were up to something creative. Or are you just busying yourself so you could ignore something else. I don’t want to hear that now i’m busy can’t you see.

Solomon reflected on the sun people, and how so many lives were turned upside down, and how now so many would be busy doing something they never imagined, a simple picture, from the sky, a revelation, on a poster seen by millions, it would have put the question to many lips, why!. In an effort to make it clear that it was all changing, he put in down clearly, this is something that should keep you busy thinking about it, amen, the picture.

Ezra Writes Again…

Who the darn is Ezra you might ask, an old name and a new one, there is the singer fella, I

heard his stuff, pretty good. The two friends are sitting outside a cafe, drinking the afternoon latte, they are old generation, brought up in the time when a cell phone was a gadget from star trek, beam me up scottie, one of those. Can you imagine holding a bit of plastic chuck, and talking to someone in space, cause that is what they did in star trek, chuck nods, that was a long time ago he sighs, while foam dribbles onto his shirt. You got a bit there points Harry, chuck gives the spot a rub.

The two friends remind each other of olden times, the simplicity, perhaps the naivete of people, perhaps the charm that was standard, every neighborhood had a Clark gable and a Marilyn Munro they laughed, the woman all the married women used to worry about, Chuck recalls, he smiles, it was a one night stand. And stars were stars, involved in helping, not the self centered variety.

The false teachers and the real ones, Solomon imagined something similar, the true messengers and those who jumped on the wagon, it was in the warnings, same as real stars and the imitation exist, it was all written thousands of years before, we just haven’t been reminded. Ezra was a prophet close to his heart, his story was dramatic, but the explanations he was given, clarified so much, strength and vigor exists, as we age we keel over a little, same as weakness of the Spirit. He was looking for a story, a name, a title, cause the story was written, he was just adding the coverings, he needed a name. Look back to Ezra, remember Moses, what was in their minds, how did they manage to cope with it, it was a lot in those times, imagine what they must be feeling now. Solomon sighed, pretty interesting. According to Ezra, that is not a bad title he smiled, even better, Ezra rides again, even better.