Confidence

The bathroom, theirs, the responsibilities shared, feeling tired, a sympathetic ear, confidence, knowing that the support is there. The word is small, does not seem to mean that much, until your without it, confidence.

Having a good friend was the most pressing of issues in all lives. Solomon recalled a scene years before, it concerned a friend in trouble. One version of the demon, well, the apprentice, when approached by Solomon, stated with clarity, well if you think I’m bad, he’s an awful lot worse. The words turned out to be true. Solomon praying with renewed confidence many years later sighed, stop he yelled, the rain just stopped, amen.

The Friday Rush…

Quick, have to get out, clear the desk, what, you want me to run late, Friday, the office, the weekend ahead, there is work to do, a parent or a singleton, there is only so much time for you to achieve all the stuff that needs doing ,come on, you don’t seriously expect me to work on this, he studies the paper folder, it’s for the boss she says, he knows what that means, initiates in the club, the rise in the ranks, depending on the others, he buries his head in his desk, the weekend can wait.

Maybe, damn, why did I choose this career, he is reading and correcting the text, checks his watch every five minutes, wonders, how late will be, has rang ahead, but still, she is not sure, he wants to get there before anyone else, what If she meets someone else, he presses the buttons, turns the page, six more left, he breathes deep, if wasn’t the reason he wanted to be a professional, a lawyer, he assumed the opposite, free time.

The evening is gone, he has cancelled his life for the evening, Saturday will do, the dream will have to wait, he can blame the Friday rush. She is on the train to home, a two hour commute, it doesn’t bother her, gives her a chance to catch up on me time, she scrolls the phone, those she hasn’t had contact with in awhile, she’ll give them a hello, its important to remain in touch. Saturday belongs to the children.

Rush here, busy, too tired, jaded, had enough, the pills don’t work, damn, the days, your getting older, the night isn’t over, what am I doing it all for, it’s not doing my health any good, and the only friends I meet are online; she feels like a processed fish, amen.

Solomon sighed, Friday, the world slows, friends get to know each other, the memories that hold you together, at least your not alone. It was simple if you believed and no rush. The rain stopped, the calm came, the prayers are answered, there are smiles on faces, there is the sense of divine intervention, what’s all the Friday rush for, relax…he was digging into his eggs Benedict afternoon treat, with the best Hollandaise sauce he ever tasted, the world does not exist outside when your engrossed in such flavors.

Your Commute Is Killing You — AMERICA ON COFFEE… commuting is bad for marriage….

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Paid to Cause Chaos….

how often, she is unbalanced as it is, she is literally a push over, there is only so much she can handle, they tear away at her like ferrets, she is slowly worn down, the way a herd of hyenas tracks a lion, one group replaces the other, till the great lion is downed, there is one of him/her

, by many of them. Solomon sighed, the way the news can drown the mind, and the tactics used by those who try to undermine what they can’t destroy.

In the old days, the sticks were collected, the people assembled in the square, the bonfire lit, the victim burns, many of them women, who happened to have ideas, nothing more.

But he recalled the ancient words of Jesus, and what he spoke of the Holy Spirit, then thought of those who tried to harm the vulnerable, those that supplied those of perverse habits, those that encouraged dark habits in children, wasn’t it all an assault on the Inner Spirit, too right it was, just no one was saying it. As for those who cause chaos, he felt sorry for them, they only put marks on themselves, you are never alone, having seen the Spirit, there was no cause for alarm….

It’s Not Doom, it’s New…

Misery, what woes have you to tell, her first meeting in the help group, she is nervous, misery got her there, hope will keep her there, it’s all new, she feels the new zest. No need to look over the shoulder, he is not going to barge in the way he often does, scaring the shit of everyone, cause he knows he can, she can even breath easily, and her smile is not fake, what a release, being able to be yourself.

The world is in the addiction clinic, there are so many changes afoot, it’s work in all directions, but it’s not doom. Solomon recalled the optimism of Barack Obama, the great speeches he parlayed to the world, how they touched the soul of many, it certainly roused the hearts of many, some might say, there was a bit of the JFK moment in it, hope, meaningful change, not more of the same. Along comes the TV star, Donald, promising serious changes, his ways, his mistakes, his attitudes, conflict with Barack’s, but the message is the same, rehab, we are in rehab.

It’s not doom sighed Solomon, it’s soul searching time, and who wrote those stirring speeches, a Jesuit in the making, for Barack, and prayer groups for Donald. It’s not all doom, you just have to wash the dirty laundry, what bit is yours!

School Child

Sits proud, a smile on his face, they are reading his poem, inside it feels good, to be acknowledged, and told you are good, he bites his lip as the praise comes, it’s the stuff he needs to hear at home, but school will do, his teacher is generous in heart, has empathy for her charges, does whatever she can, likes to laugh. The school bell goes, he puts his books into his satchel, teacher smiles as he goes out the door, well done young man. His father has no time for education, is always complaining, put down by his own father, he is passing on the lessons learned to his son, that’s the way it goes, thank God for great school teachers.

On the walk home, he swings his bag, stares at the trees, birds live in them, there is a cow in the field, moo he says, the cow shakes his head. The need for expression, and the fear in being vulnerable, the minute he gets in the door, he wonders if she will be drinking, the dread, her insults will pass over him like water in a stream, his mind and emotions set on that moment in class, the admiring looks of his fellow pupils and teachers.

Solomon sighed, how a little encouragement works the oracle, amen. Best of all.

We are lights

The young man asked the prophet, what are we supposed to be doing, there is so much written, and I find…it’s all confusing, even when they Speak of Jesus, it’s hard to understand it. The old prophet sighed, it was confusing, no doubts, some interpreted in the narrow sense, by the words of men, others, read it line by line interpretations

, some said he wasn’t human at all. How come the church refers to purity, and perfection, all the time, it feels as if it’s beyond us, and it seems to contradict the words of Jesus. The old teacher nods, men make it extremely difficult for many to understand.

As you rightly point out, Jesus had to eat, sleep, drink, rest, do what we all need to do, got annoyed with his followers, gave out to those in authority, and was often in the company of those deemed undesireable, and many complained because of this too, he didn’t have it easy.

The young man nods, he wasn’t having it easy trying to understand it all. The teacher is trying to encourage the willing pupil, recalls the Great One, who taught them with stories. Was there a fitting anecdote he could use. The parable of the seeds came to mind, at least this young man was willing.

How about this the old teacher says, consider yourself a light, with your thoughts and actions you throw a light on life, and what interests you. The young man nods, so the more we think good, the more it becomes real, the old teacher nodded, well, that’s one way of saying it.

Mean Spirits

Your Spirit can’t be of God, if your mean spirited, it’s simply that, and those who claim otherwise, who are they fooling, no one. The young man was listening to the prophet, he wanted insight to the way, or was he testing the wisdom of the prophet, he had friends who were of the most devious nature, worshipers of demons, this he didn’t know. Even the mention of the word, demon, would upset him.

What do you mean, “Mean Spirited”, where does it end, what do you mean. Is this something he still hasn’t learned,..

if you don’t give time to others, not your friends only, they give you time, do you ponder on the ways of righteousness, do you

assist the flow of love, are you out for yourself all the time, are you greedy, does power infatuate you, have you read the ancient scriptures, at the very least have you tried to become wise…

The young man sighed, he looks brow beaten, why did I ask he wonders?. The old prophet recognizes the goodness in the young soul, how they deal with all the distractions, it’s a miracle they made it here.

Cheer up young man, you are going to live a great life, you have taken the first step, you asked for help. Pray and dedicate your life to seeking wisdom, and all will be fine. The young man burst into a smile, the frown gone. He was being bullied for having “strange beliefs”, having faith in the world above, he seemed not to fit in.

Solomon sighed, across the world there were many on the road to wisdom, and they needed all the help there is, he pauses, great signs usually follow such requests. The lady in the chair, those praying for healing help, those on the path needed guidance from above. A given he smiled, the changes were continuing, amen.