No longer under the thumb, they gather in secret, they can say what is on their mind, no lobby is going to cull them, no one is going to report their words, no one is going to hear them sing, the underground cave, it’s a wine bar, free he said, the guy who seemed to be in charge was high, so he wasn’t in charge, but he was, if that is possible, well, the little bird jumps from the nest, she finds herself on stage, words and music, a lifetimes goal, I can do this, inside a deep sense of joy, did it, wow was she nervous as she floated her boat, confidence, she didn’t plant the tree, and those branches over there, the other safe places, they just seem to appear, who designed it that way, could it happen by accident.
The need to escape families, no, not the movement or flagship movement, just the simple prejudice. the opinions you have to grow up with, it’s hard to turn away, your emotionally bound, your afraid to hurt them, and as you get older ,well, they can interfere with your prospects, some get violent, it’s not easy being free, suppose that’s why there is a need for artists, to allow wisdom and fresh thinking to fly. You did this for me she says, her eyes are glassy, she doesn’t fully understand, just listening is often enough with a free mind. How many got their lives curtailed just for having opinions.
Solomon was reflecting, there were so many cards on the global table, old arguments and resentments, harboured fears, propaganda fed to so many, leaving them terrified in many cases, it was the time for great change, time to leave the nest, amen. Let the Spirit pour out he prayed, then paused. So many changes in so short a space in time, they ought to take notice now.