Selling the Soul

How many have turned away from the loving way, how many sell themselves, in order to get ahead, how many endowed with talents, have seriously abused them, what excuses can they offer,Solomon sighed, he heard the words as he passed the bench, someone was being quoted, lower body stuff, amen. Who sets such an example, how the demon smiled,while so many fell from grace, more company in the abyss, for the demon, and those who worshiped him. Many souls were asking, is this the time, they have been through so much sighed Solomon, they need respite, amen.

Toe rags, a word he heard used, to describe some, as disposable as a used condom. The memory, an old one. Those who assist, putting on the serious face, as if they were helping them, while stealing what they made, poor souls He sighed, and this example widely encouraged. Our choice they say, he could hear the voices, their choice, not those who were trafficked, and hidden.

Dear Father prayed Solomon, in these times of uncertainty, strengthen the hands of your loving servants, the demon and his acolytes are heading for the lake of fire, they have venom in them, as poisonous as snakes,trying to infect your children, remind the world Dear Father, turn these evil souls into fools, remove any threat they may appear to have. Your children struggle to hold on.

His prayers heard, Solomon smiled, that will put them in eternal chains until the judgement comes, amen. The Mighty prophet Isaiah, the Prophet to whom Jesus referred to regularly, on account of His standing and powerful words, was also being asked to rally all the other prophets, to petition, the Almighty God, amen.

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GOD’S WRATH?

These times, so many violent changes, so sudden, they can’t be forecast. Deluge, villages disappear, politicians acting foolishly, rubbish emerging from their mouths, children with access to all the porn you could imagine,all of them with phones, millions daily, the environment itself, beyond help, it’s now a slowing policy, nothing more, men more confused than ever, they just need sex it seems, young people unable to decide on their sexuality, a mad president acting like a mafia don, clean water, almost extinct, and when God sends the help and the warnings, what is the reaction, the price, just as Oscar Wilde said all those years ago. The cloud with this blog, is real, arrived just over eight years ago, and came with the promise of the Holy Spirit too. It brings the words of Isaiah into play again. The prophet Jesus referred to again and again,and still is, amen.

Still on the coneflowers — nature has no boss,,, re blog, if we continue the destruction of so many species, our time must be coming too…maybe…?

Which came first the butterfly or the caterpillar? We are not sure but they both seem to enjoy spending time on the coneflowers.

Still on the coneflowers — nature has no boss

the duvet girl…

Before a class, confident, animated, passionate, the pupils in her hands, ability not questioned, no interest in the ego, apart from passionate romance, playful kind and willing to help,regularly gives time, never one to put anyone down, made those around her big.

The feminist movement, women’s rights, we are girls, lets get together and fight these male made laws, lets protest. The young teacher is interested but no militant. It’s the after party most of them go to afterwards that interests them, drinking meeting partners, men or other women,amen.

A relationship, she becomes with child, is unsure, the teacher. She explains her position, listens to the advice, decides, against all her ideals, to accept the advice, she decides to abort the baby, travels. The event is harrowing; she relates years later to another friend, that she woke up during the procedure, was never the same thereafter.

Fill the void, she found love hard to find, and many willing to fool her. She hides her hurt in the addiction. Booze, one bottle a day, she tries to break the habit, is successful for awhile, then falls again, while her friends put distance between her and them. They all made time for her funeral. never forget the duvet girl, it could be your sister or friend too, amen.

Namibia ( Photo taken by my Wife) — retireediary… the color of the soil…so brown

Namibia ( Photo taken by my Wife) — retireediary

working girl

The use of language, working girl. Solomon was watching old TV shows, when the content was managed, crudeness wasn’t contemplated, and the language plain. The TV host asks the lady contestant,what do you do, are you a working girl he asks. In those times, when opportunities for the females were limited, the home in those times, considered, the first priority, the place where families were reared and children learned, mainly from the example shown. A working girl was a lady who worked outside the home. Today, the term is derisory. It’s used to describe a woman who sells herself to men, amen.

Language and it’s meaning has changed. Same as the reverence many used to have,for those who gave their time, to spiritual well being. So much bad press,every fault now magnified, in order to inflict as much emotional harm, while increasing the ratings, amen. How or why did the number of people directly involved, have decreased dramatically in so short a time, a question that even Pope Francis is still trying to come to terms with. Did we over step the mission; did personal power take over, was the ego too involved you ask. or put more simply, how can the Spirit from above find peace in the average heart today,given the content we are supplying it with; sound bytes if we are polite, far worse if we are honest.

Working girl, it was even alleged that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute when she knew Jesus. I suppose, since Jesus was known to hang out with the outcasts of society, those rejected by polite society in those days, applied the worst thoughts to those he kept in his company. No different to the character assassination that takes place daily across the planet today. This attitude, adapted by many religious back then, has no doubts, contributed to the mindset towards woman and girl today, the ricochet affect, it filters down.

Solomon caught the eye of a young lady, one of many, using their looks and bodies to pay the rent, in the place he lived. How would they feel after awhile; how angry it made him too, those off shore thieves, stealing from those in need, as if he needed reminding, amen. Being connected in the Spiritual sense, he put it in words, knowing that the Spirit that came to him, was reporting his progress, to the One True God. Beware, there are many falsies about, believe it please. In the end days, there will be much deception, it’s written, amen.

language and it’s meanings can change. But never forget the words Jesus spoke. The Spirit lives inside you; inside you is where you find the space. That is why so much that is idol worship is being sowed in your heads, so much that is violent is what you view, so much that is of the lower region, so much, you can’t think of anything else, other than money, power or sex,why?, in order to disconnect you from God’s saving help,amen. Listen carefully.

The Vineyard Owner

In trusted hands, the care of the flocks. Content as to their intentions, the vineyard owner leaves, a holiday and a rest is needed. The lease, proper use of the talents given, which will yield a harvest, the conditions are not hard, when the time comes, produce the harvest. In the harvest, there is the yield from the vineyard, which are deeds that lead to a Spiritual return, that will in time, lead to further yields, as others join in the harvest. The vineyard owner sends his servants, to collect the harvest.

Jesus told the parable, to remind us all, that a time will come, when we have to make a return. The words of the ancient prophets, tell us of the times, when we will be close to honoring that contract. Signs and great events point to days such as these.

Have we been good shepherds in this life. What marks have we left behind us,of our good deeds. Why is it important now.

Solomon was recalling the life of a great servant of the Most High God. Many blessings are connected to this fine soul. Of the Spirit from on high, not of this earth, this Spirit had a great yield while walking the earth. After his passing, when the Spirit of this person went home, the story of the life lived, was read. There was a fine yield.

Those who came along from the same family, added further to the yield. A continuous return. What will the vineyard owner make of your contribution to the harvest, amen.

Unnatural desires….

Can you think of something else she says. He gives her the eye, does she expect me to respond to that. Her head is immersed in her phone, his comment glib sounding. I was about to say, can you hold that thought she says,while she rapidly fingers her phone, getting another comment away. He waits patiently for her to finish. Unnatural desires he says, can you think of anything else she repeats, to her, all men want lower level love, along with natural desires. He walks to the door, I’m leaving he says. You can’t she says, her voice soft and wanting, she tweaks her legs, well she says, as if that will keep him. He lingers at the door, thinks for ten seconds and slams the door. Outside now, he breathes fresh air. Freak he says under his breath.I Heard that she shouts. He is moved by her comment. They get on well when together. But that device she is addicted to, those unnatural desires, amen.

Solomon sighed; in other times,friendships were made over time. Now it’s a mixture of fear and hurry up, before someone else does. How huge expectations were usually accompanied by great struggle; now it’s who captures your imagination, and quickly, amen.

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Agnimalya August 2021 — Poems, stories, paintings and more by Sharmishtha Basu

Why disasters happen…

A question many ask; why did God allow this and that happen. The Spirit, is lacking, our compassion is non existent, while the Most High God wants all to be saved, how do you turn people, souls in other words, back to the path. God is the eternal Father. The God of the living not the dead, as the Heavenly Spirit is eternal. Disasters happen, we show compassion, a true believer has trials, while those who have no compassion, appear to sail on, this isn’t fair you say, but the words of Jesus make it clear. Those first now will be last, while those who suffer oppression, and hold onto their faith, have eternal happiness to look forward too, while, we don’t need to go there. Even the scriptures tell us; they ignored the ways of the Most High God,and that’s that. Why do God’s people suffer, amen.