Woman Eyes Man….

It’s a different world, those in total power don’t feel so total anymore, they don’t eye up the girls as they used to, not in the workplace. Images, in the head, what is lying in the head, do they measure the size of your butt as well. She walks down the boulevard, she is no nonsense, she eyes two men coming her way, she throws a glance at them, they turn their heads to the side, avoiding her stare, what are you looking at she says under her breath. That is more like it, she walks on, her stride is purposeful, no goofball here she says, even if she sometimes wears a tin pot over her head, but that’s private.

She loves animals, adores cats, adores all living creatures, she is a Spirit straight from the cookbook of mother nature, well, she enjoys clean water, the outdoor life, clean crisp air, doesn’t mind getting dirty, she just enjoys being well. It started at school, she had a dream. She wasn’t the class A girl, she sat at the rear, did enough to get by, not much else, she wanted to figure it out for herself. Was not going to be bullied, had seen too much of it, even the nuns were in awe of the priest, too much so.

Years later she is on the journey, she is a wisdom seeker, she follows a trail, there is a voice she hears, it seems to fit her well, it allows her to relax, she can be silly, it’s all right to be a little crazy, who doesn’t need to unwind. The voice is what matters she tells herself. She arrives in the town, she has done research, she is getting close, even the weather is improving, it used to rain all the time, not so much now they tell her. Frequency survivor she calls herself, the air is so full, the information moving seamlessly and what it’s doing to animals, mother nature, those that are sensitive, are all being harmed by this world that revolves around invisible rays. But she is hopeful, the news from on High, points to an Earth that appears to be recharging itself, so the vibrations say, has it anything to do with the voice. She is on a walkabout, there is a cafe in the dream, she saw it clearly, saw the signpost, she spots it on a side street, I’m here.

In a matter of seconds she begins to relax, will I recognize him she wonders. Eggs with a slice of spinach across and coffee black he says while at the front desk, the voice, was it the rhythm of the words, she sits up. If only she could be certain. Woman eyes man….the story continues….

Solomon smiled, it was a great story, and while there is so much that is wrong, it’s not impossible, the problem being, so many were being lured to different paths, their anxieties forcing them to take a position. He loved animals too, and the whole outdoor life, but real change to occur, required a new heart on the inside, the transformation. There were also those who tried to help the situation, those sensitive to thought, along with the coterie of those, who wanted things to remain the same while getting well paid for obstructing the lives of real Spirit, our ability to contact with the divine. Solomon sighed, why worry about it, He encountered the Great Spirit, and received blessings, saw the results when the Spirit was being passed out, the real time changes. So you want to change the world; It’s simply this, pass the loving Spirit on, let God take care of the rest, amen.

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