City girls… — Rethinking Life… pass it on. a reblog

Pixabay We City girls are made of skyscrapers, two-flats, apartment buildings, bungalows, fire escapes, revolving doors, art and traffic. The city hums inside us. Our blood has trace amounts of asphalt, concrete, bricks, glass and steel. We are surrounded by people, noise, fumes and danger. City girls are born, not made. You can’t fake it. […]

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The Widow

She gave two bits, less than everyone else, but more than all the rest, how was it possible. Only God Knew. 2,000 years later we still recall her story, what will yours be, amen.

Tuesday Open Thread | Sheryl Crow Week — 3CHICSPOLITICO… re blog

Sheryl Suzanne Crow (born February 11, 1962) is an American singer-songwriter and actress. Her music incorporates elements of pop, rock, folk, country, and blues. She has released ten studio albums, two compilations, a live album, and has contributed to a number of film soundtracks. Her songs include “All I Wanna Do” and “If It Makes […]

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Plastic Times

There is a lot of anxiety, it’s been piling up for some time, it’s called plastic, the man made creation that nature can’t breakdown, and in a disposable world it’s everywhere. Plastic, the answer to so many problems, in the beginning, now it’s choking the life out of nature, plastic. Now we have to guard against it, the misuse of it. In the beginning it seems the answer, clean, and it resulted in many ways from the lobby of the chemical industry, and the ban put on other stuff.

We are sending them to battle sir!, the colonel is having a chat with the commander in chief, and the chief scientist of the army. In previous wars they used pills to keep the soldiers awake, now they need a pill that will make them stay awake and fight. Concoctions are tried out, some work, some too aggressive, tested on prisoners, the need to get it right is essential to the war effort. So is the availability of rest and recuperation places, when the men are on leave. hey, they need to unload General, otherwise they might not want to fight anymore.

What are you doing that for, asks a young soldier, watching two buddies chase the dragon. Go on try it, it will clean you mentally and you’ll sleep like a baby. By the end of the sixties the beginning of the drug epidemic the world now enjoys seriously started. Meanwhile, places in the far east become famous for the exploitation of women and children, all on account of a war started by default, Vietnam, against an enemy they didn’t need to fight. The legacy of war, and the blood on the hands of those who made those horrific choices. (Solomon encountered divine interventions)

The bomber leaves the base, the big bomb is on board, the first bomb caused total devastation, but they are going to do it again, just to be sure the message is received.

 

Only human beings are capable of devising ways to destroy themselves, and the world. Fortunately, The Heavenly Father has plans for those who would dare destroy his beautiful creation. Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, had encountered those determined to damage the Spirit. Let the schemes of the deceivers and extremists implode on themselves, and cause no harm to your people he prayed. With a single thought they could be turned into soup mentally and rendered babbling fools. If the last five years were anything to go by, there was a lot of happiness to look forward too, if only they sort the plastic out, amen, smile.

The Envious Collector

The handbag was designer, the hat was early french twenties, everybody envied the collector. Why are you showing me these things, to remind me of other days, to depress or upset me, don’t you realize the gap between those that have and those that don’t. To the collector, it’s not pride, it’s not power, there is something else afoot. It’s called loneliness, and she hides it behind the things she buys. So don’t envy the collector.

Solomon had a friend, it was a story few would ever understand. Few can still understand why they crucified the Man who brought the miracles and told them of the world to come, and even today, there are those who still insist it never happened.

So Solomon has a friend, a story, a life, a house where there is cold

love, and a caravan where there is. This so called rich woman, so called, would watch every morning, her neighbors husband emerge from the small caravan next door, and inside she would sigh, her own husband caught up in a world that controlled him, sometimes he never came home at all. What was there to envy; the love she was so regularly denied. Simply put, you can’t live without it, not happily, amen.

Sex Scandals

Seems we can’t get enough of it, papers full of it, Hollywood planing to make pictures of it, (a biography!), money has no friends just plenty of enemies. The Flight to the Asian paradise is nearing completion, they look at their watches, the boys smile, bird time. A case of the bird flew again. At least this time they bought plenty of the stuff that keeps you clean. Sex scandals, young, online, the couch, the daily drive to tempt you. Solomon didn’t think God Most High had the ear of the so called pious. No, the ear of the honest, at least you know what to expect, the truth.

How many times, how many different positions, what was on their minds. The stuff we tune our ear to, and the stuff we conveniently forget. Solomon sighed, now that GMH, God Most High was alert and the Spirit grew in strength

, he imagined help arriving from all sorts of places, amen.