How Much You Got in the Bank?

After the last blast of the card i’ll be paying it back for ever, how much you got in the bank, his companion is suspicious, does the guy want a loan, why would he, he’s well off, does he want some, nice dress, they pass a woman’s fashion shop, your not embarrassed he says, what’s that supposed to mean, is there ever talk of anything else, i have more hits than you, while you think, the river feeding the city is toxic, no amount of bragging will fix that, i can loan you some he says after a short silence, what’s that supposed to mean, how much money you got in the bank, there would be a lot of answers, since those who had the money in the bank called the shots, even in the times of Jesus, then he opened his mouth, AND wisdom poured out, the source, or credit, given to Another, it’s the Spirit after all, just needs space, so how much you got in the bank, a car races around the corner, two men disembark, a JCB appears from a side alley, the scene is lit, your eyes wide open,as the digger head smashes the ATM, while two men in balaclavas wear rifles in their hands. seconds later, they get into the car, the digger is doused with petrol, so it seems, you are watching with a sense of amazement and awe, as the car stops beside the digger, where a man gets out, lighter in hand, he flicks the zippo, the two friends freeze, it’s not the same when it’s real, it’s real, and that frightens, the words, I love you, what, the time clock stops, well, the robber raises his hand, lighter inflame mode, sorry for disturbing you two fine gentlemen, he says to our astonished friends, just doing the lords work he says, as he tosses the flame on the gas drowned digger, whoosh, a mighty light, flash, boom, wow, if only we had preachers like that who had wisdom on their side.

I guess we don’t have to worry about the money, why so says his friend, phone in hand, your not going to put in on social media are you, his friend ignores him completely, this will go around the office for weeks he says out loud, while speaking to himself, and you wonder why things go wrong.

what did they mean by doing the lords work asks the phone handed friend, still taking shots, he is pacing the scene like a stressed movie director on too much cocaine and way over budget. so what did they mean by doing the lords work he asks again, can you move little left, more left so as you wont be in the picture, whats that supposed to mean, you now have the fire brigade and half the police department on the street. Doing the lords walk, coming across a man lying down, is that money hanging out of his pocket, appears drunk, you are thinking of doing the lords work….

copyright he says, that was why I wanted you out of the picture?… A week later you are having a discussion. After leaving the scene, the friend of the phone went back to have one last look at the bank scene, alone, where he got arrested for loitering around the scene of a federal crime, on suspicion of having set the robbery up. While on the way to the station, the car hit a lamp post, the phone friend went to hospital. So who was doing the lords work?


Discovering Albion – day 7 – Dawn on the Sea — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

We’d been well fed again and liberally doused with Edinburgh spiced orange gin… so I fell asleep on the sofa and was sent to bed yet again. I’m useless. Next morning we were on our way, taking an early leave of our friend, glad to have seen her and grateful for her care. We were […]

Discovering Albion – day 7 – Dawn on the Sea — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Christmas 2020

travel ban, still waiting to cross the border, and maybe a job in a launderette,news story, the darned virus, could we not clean up after ourselves, imagine the health benefit, what, in some places you,well in most places, well maybe nearly everywhere, well, does super man exist, another sausage roll and i wont fit into the suit, any chance of replacement, a career, think of all the endorsements, all those suits I could sell, my face one every bill board,why is that strange person following me, what my friend says, your face is everywhere, what is that shiny object in his hand, a new phone dear, where is the make up when you need it. Can we buy another refrigerator, where is all that stuff going, christmas 2020, at least we got that far.

RATHER THAN escape, learn to communicate. He watches the practices of those he deems unworthy, has a list of sins in his head, like a hard working accountant he can’t stop adding them all up, a penny for your thoughts. Your celebrations, every religious group must celebrate, every family does this, she wears odd clothes, it’s different when you live near the north pole.

Love, as Jesus tells us, the good stuff belongs to the FATHER IN Heaven.

Love —

A word that has floatedfrom the rosemary memory of my heartset briefly on my lipsto be shared as divine art the word has become a smileand a flash in my eyesto move me to tearsand sound like the beating of my heart the word is known as lovethat fears nothing that I know ofso don’t […]

Love —

Age of Possibilities — Source of Inspiration

Stories of magic delight, their under-currents of evil thrill. What if we could shape-change, heal or kill with caldrons of potions, fly, disappear, stop foes with invisible walls? What if all the fantasy and science fiction were our reality? I have arrived at an age of possiblitiy. Frankly, Harry Potter tales do not seem less […]

Age of Possibilities — Source of Inspiration

Sissel: Norway’s Soprano Superstar — Life in Norway

A look at the life and work of Norway’s Sissel, one of the world’s finest soprano singers. Are you looking for some Norwegian music to listen to? Even if you’ve never heard of Sissel Kyrkjebø, there’s a good chance you’ve already heard her voice. In a career spanning 35 years so far, the Norwegian singer…

Sissel: Norway’s Soprano Superstar — Life in Norway

Ars Geometrica: Many Tongues… — Stuart France

* Leaves ‘Seven’ and ‘Eight’: * ‘…What is sown ingloriously is raised in glory…’ * ‘…What is sown in corruption is raised incorrupt…’ * But no, as it turned out, many were the tongues and many the hands employed in the endeavour though the Mind alone appeared to be one… The illustrated operations were clearly […]

Ars Geometrica: Many Tongues… — Stuart France