Just a kid doing the sums, they said I had a talent for numbers, so i am doing the math. Ever watch a ball game, how many assists did you have, how many throws, how far did you run, number of timeouts, nearly remind you of a diet calculator, yeah, but that’s life. Well, I am preparing a case for my attorney, I have a case, not a suitcase, I mean a court case, and I plan to sue the foundations of the Internet, for all the stuff they exposed my to, since I was four years old. Well, if a man can sue a company for exposure to asbestos, why can’t a kid sue the internet guardians for exposure to all the risky stuff online, It’s just common sense. They say assaulting the senses is the most subtle of all forms of harm. So being a TYO, I am doing the math. How many times have I had to endure adult stuff?… he takes out his adding machine, it breaks down. he runs to the kitchen, Mam Ma, look at the numbers, millions of times.
Monthly Archives: August 2018
My Calling — Source of Inspiration… re blogged
I am so busy asking “What is my calling?” that I hear not when it beckons me. The purest voice goes unheard when there is none willing to listen to its sweet melody.
I don’t get my way, that’s it, the child thinks, scream and they will come running. Scream bomb on the subway, and they’ll run, paranoia. The oceans are fine, there is no problem with new strains of virus’s that medicine can’t deal with, the warming
temperature is a sign of better weather, those extremists, those nationalists, they just want more home time, no panic, and the cloud picture in this blog is real, no panic, God Most High is real.
Solomon was reading, the old masters words. The Kingdom of God is not a jet arriving from some far off place, it’s not him over there, it’s not that loud idiot over there, relax, it’s inside you, it’s always been there, no panic.
Don’t talk to Strangers
Good parental advice, the world is full of deviants, now follow my advice, don’t talk to strangers, the four year old’s are listening, why asks one child, a little more spirited than the others, well, the teacher has a check list, well, they might kidnap you, steal you away and bury you in a forest, steal all your Christmas presents, and… The child is smart, wonders what is in the head of the teacher, paranoia.
Child tells himself, it doesn’t make sense, is everyone really going to kidnap him. Who pollutes the mind he wonders. His friends share their stuff online, weird he thinks. His older brother and sister are always talking to stranger’s online, and no one has kidnapped them yet. paranoia.
Prop them up with fear, well, can you really get away with slapping your child mentally everyday, there is bound to be a reaction sooner or later, children are not stupid. How silly of you, says the head of school, did you not hear of the boy who was grabbed off the street, he was never heard of again, terror.
Feeding the fear, and paying for it later, Solomon sighed, they said the same of Jesus, all those years ago, he was considered a danger to society all those years ago, by society and it’s rulers, an upstart with opinions who challenged them all. Don’t talk to strangers, engage with like minds instead, Solomon sighed, the ghetto mentality has proved worthless, created borders, fired all sorts of hatred, encouraged bias, fueled envy, no.
Heaven is Our Address | Heavenletters — Rainbow Wave of Light… Love More
God said: Beloved, a sense of incompleteness seems to chase you, as if there is something you are missing and may never find out what it is. Yes, you have a longing, yet may not know, for a fact, what your longing may be. For all you know, you could be longing for a longing. […]
via Heaven is Our Address | Heavenletters — Rainbow Wave of Light
Keys to Spiritual Healing — Source of Inspiration… a re blog, worth listening to
When one engages in spiritual healing, one must work from the soul level for the physical healing to be effective and long- lasting. The first priority is to cleanse oneself of any resentments or anger. Long- held discord is at the root of illness. What is there in my life that I have not forgiven? […]
The Head Liners
The stuff the head fills with, the recall, the continuous reminders, the little triggers, the wearing out of the resistance, the cry of a child, that won’t give up till it gets your full attention. Escaping the fear, the words of threat, where do you go, the authorities can’t be trusted, everyone can be bought. Inside, the thoughts swing over and back, the lion and the hyenas, they are fifty of them, One lion, they wear him out, the constancy of their efforts, he will have to fall, will tire him out, eventually he will set down and be taken. The stuff that gets in your head, you haven’t got this, you ought to have that, as for your car, the subtle reminders, you are just a consumer, targeted, played. It was the same story all those years ago.
Solomon was reflecting, the children were on their way back to school, moms and dads were getting them ready, new books, the uniform, new shoes, all the bits you need to fit in, no child wants to be left out. He recalls the times of the early believers, and all the appeals by the early apostles, to their growing numbers of believers. They were having a hard time, they were being taunted, goaded, where is he then!. The parade of wealth before them, the ancient roman empire, and how it rewarded those you were servile to it, well, Caesar triumphs over the world, long live the emperor. The troublesome believers, a threat to the old religion, a threat to Rome, the pressure is applied, examples are made of the most vocal, to put off any new recruits. Two thousand years ago, no computers, no red cross, no united nations, just the promise of Jesus, hold tight, the kingdom of God in inside you, you just have to believe.
Today there are great changes going on; the world is topsy turvy, the old regimes are loosing power, and the Spirit that is crossing the world, points to heavenly powers. Solomon could vouch for it. He encountered the Spirit, and held firm, saw many wonders, don’t forget, fill the space inside you, will loving thoughts, death is not the end, just the beginning of the next leg of the journey. As for the head games, ignore them, they too will pass. One thought and they could be transformed into babbling fools, amen.
Where in the empire have I been? — Sukanya Ramanujan…. a re blog, whatever happened to the Roman Empire?
At the height of its power, the ancient Roman empire stretched for an area of nearly five million square kilometres all around the Mediterranean sea and in the UK. The common thread that connected all these diverse places was Roman imperial rule. The first ancient Roman monument I visited were the Roman baths at Bath, […]
The Heart Inside You and Senator John McCain………
Imagine it, all those billions of hearts out there, full of stuff, many of them bypassed, surgically too, but imagine it, the size of your heart, and what is stored in there, what is it, that makes you use it, the heart, rather than heading for the mind, and all the stuff you have in that, the temporary and the permanent. If your unsure where this is going, just listen.
Imagine, if your heart is a reservoir, a clean place, healthy, imagine other people using it, well, the more you use it, the more others can use it, the heart. Imagine, new hearts, beginning the journey, seeking other hearts, where they can visit for awhile. Some of them blocked of course, where there is no access, others open, where there is plenty of traffic.
Imagine a load of children, bright eyed and hopeful, plants waiting for the sun to shine or the rains, seeking nourishment; for that is what your heart is, a source of nourishment, it fills the world with good thoughts, that is the heart inside you, amen.
Solomon had a dream, a real dream, and it surprised him greatly, not that he was surprised that he dreamed, it was a occupational hazard. In the dream, he is on a journey, and with healing in mind, he comes to the end of the Journey, and he meets his guest, a man who lived a very good life, a brave man, a man who spoke up. The man is John McCain, the recently departed United States Senator, this is all real, keep on reading, and pass it on, this in not a made up story. In the story an RV pulls out, out steps Senator McCain, they embrace. In the dream, a burst of bright light so intense bursts from them, as they embrace, as if Solomon and the Senator are meeting, to welcome the Senator Home, all traces of illness gone, the brave soldier has come home. Spirit heals, Solomon is certain of this, and so is the dream. A few hours later, Solomon turns on the radio, and hears the news, Senator McCain has passed on; who can doubt the existence of the after life, the story is 100% real. Good news for Monday, and a peaceful rest for the departed Soldier, amen.
The Romanovs’ Irish Nanny
a great story
On September 1, 1918, a top-secret despatch from British spies in Archangel, Russia, reported devastating news: ‘After the Czechs took Ekaterinburg … a heap of charred bones was discovered in a mine shaft, about 30 versts north of the town. Among the ashes were shoe buckles, corset ribs, diamonds and platinum crosses … Amongst trinkets and buckles [were] articles belonging to the Empress, her four daughters and the Tsarevitch.’
The remains were discovered in a forest, battered, burned and covered in sulphuric acid. A solitary finger was found among the debris. ‘I think it must belong to the Empress. It is very difficult to tell because it is so very swollen,’ an eyewitness stated. ‘They probably wanted to take off the ring, and as the fingers were so swollen and they could not get it off, they cut off the finger. It was lying there in the ashes as were…
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