The young mind hears the bird, looks, sees the bird picking up bits, goes out to feed it. The child is fearless, runs after the bird, laughs, the parent smiles, child enjoys it, it’s a bird. The lesson of the seagull is a simple one, one teachers ought to get rather easy. They eat when they need to, they preserve, they mind their young, avoid getting captured, and fly when they wish to. Who wants to contain a spirit, is it a prison camp or a holiday they are taking you on. In other words, the thoughts of others matter.
The spiritual assembly want new voices to carry the message ,then the message comes, do they recognize it, Jesus on the pharisee’s, they could read the weather but not the signs, amen.
The patient comes round, the procedure is over, that was fast. Listening to music, the patient didn’t notice the time, it was like living in a free space. The usual traffic didn’t exist, rest from the times. The Eternal heart at rest. So many requests, the constant angst, who is able to perform the task, the segments of an orange, the symmetry of a gene, the space is shared. Imagine sitting in that space, when will it stop, will it stop, the news of Jesus, does or will there be spirit at the return, who needs to understand that. If you are in doubts, learn to relax the mind, amen.
I thought they lived near the cliffs, holidayed with the penguins, went to see other birds of the sea, now they are coming to the river, they heard about the brown crumb cabaret, music and food, free as usual, but the sounds, it helps the digestion, seriously.
The horse is enjoying listening to Bach in the mornings. Since the stables put in the stereo, the horses have been more content. They stand there, listening to the great works of old, the heads teeming with music that soothes the heads.
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The seagulls are getting pally with the crows, they are all Leonard Cohen fans, and Bob Dylan too, they recognize the spirit. The pigeons look on, this used to be our wall, look whom we have to share it with, a changing world they coo.
The signs are continuous sighs the poet. He checks the dallies, the news. This sort of news was unheard of not so long ago, today it’s the news, all the changes we are going through, like a world in the middle of a re birth. Christmas time, gifts, some undeserved, gifts you suppose, where do you want to stand when it’s the permanent version of it, amen.
Her friend listens, is this another of her tales. There was this space. The story continues. The eternal loving heart was at full stretch. The space for space within, she is mother nature’s weather vane, her heart is used as a pin cushion. Is there anyone who can ease that space. It used to be easy, it used to be physical, then that medicine began to fade, the pretending, the childish games, how easy to escape a fear, it’s how so many survive.
Where will I Find the space. The boy is looking at his computer, his attention on the game, it’s my life, the noise down below, he ignores it, an addict in the head, this game is his life, will not get by without it, he is stuck to the chair. Mother nature and her wants, well, she wants for her children, space and a clean body of air. At night she flies, where to, it’s taking her energy, the only movement that soothes, inside her, the good news she needs.
A voice called and called again, Jesus, did you read what Jesus said all those years ago. She thinks, did I ignore the greatest of Teachers.
So you found your Jesus her friend says. Well, it was simple. I must have been very needy, what says her friend, needy, your never needy, your only demanding. She continues on. I forget what I need when I think of Him. It’s as if when I need him, he shows up, the words, it’s in the words, amen.
She’s doing fine, he hands over the chart. Like an auditor signing off on the official account, the initials matter, someone okay ed this. He has the afternoon off. A stranger in the town, it’s his second appointment, medical consultant with mental health training, the demands are growing daily. He wants to feel the open air. A drive through the country, he laughs to himself, she’d love the outdoors, but the doctor patient rule applies. Besides, where will he be sent next. Excuses he says to himself. He sees a sign up ahead. A coffee and a fill up.
Give me the money, not that he screams, the wad, hurry up an accomplice says. There is a car pulling in. what, keep quite you, your father is at home, remember whose with him. The gravel crunches, he is in the hay field. She told him of the days she spent on the farm. Wellington boots and wild hair, talking to the birds, listening to what they said. Could it be true. He imagines what it could have been, she is with her pal, they laughing in the grass, the crows squawking back, or gently as she says, soft calling voices, trying to give them advice. Are they born again souls waiting to re born, she said words to that affect, no one believed her. He looks at the counter, typical nervous country girl, very shy, anxious looking, he is back in the ward again, and down at the fridge, two farm looking boys haggling over a coke, typical, they’d look well on the ward.
Twenty, and a coffee, he hands her $25. That ought to cover it. He looks at the fridge. Which one fills up the gas, numb looking smiles, what are they anxious about. Self service, he looks around for tissue, he likes his clean smelling hands. The gas is being loaded, he thinking all the time, nothing goes on in these places, the nozzle is out, time to move on, a crazy world he says taking off.
The prophet sighs, what we see before us, what we get used to, the vacuum that has to be filled. The bird in the wild, beside the sea, the noisy gulls, the fishing boat approaches the docks. They hover behind the boat, the welcome of food, cheering up their chances. How the simple ways of nature teach us, if only we were not blind to it. In other times, the traffic was light on the mind, then the relations came from overseas, and this sort of behavior they can get away with, why not us as well. No one asked, what sort of world did they come from. Were they in the fields watching two cows chat to each other, did they see them assemble to remind us of the good weather, did they see them at the sides, the rain forecast, how nature teaches us. Uriel and Ezra, or Esdras, the stories they try to teach us, amen.
There is a crisis of deceptions. Many are alarmed, the signs are from Heaven, the movement upstairs, prophecy come true, its nothing to be anxious for when given advanced warnings, it’s a case of preparation. Balloons pass over the sky, does the connection of words make sense. There are efforts being made to calm people, the news everyone needs to hear. amen.
The good books tells us, we have to persevere to the end, in short, make the effort, the stories tell us, there is hope in the most hopeless of places. The doom many try to sell, is their own version of the future, has nothing to do with the Almighty amen. Those who ignore the teaching, may find themselves doomed, amen.
How high do you want to send them. The mystery of space, and what space is for. Home life, the family, the child, an innocence that has to be filled, listen carefully, this is 100%. Space interior, the new car, the salesman, pointing out the fineries, the finish. The comfort of travelling. The smell of fresh leather, the feeling of security, the little ways to keep you safe inside in case anything goes wrong, the safe room in a luxury home even, the car, space, the head, the heart, the reason why Jesus tells us, the space inside you, the light, in there, is it dark, what sort of stuff do you have, and how to clean it up, creating the newness, amen.
Space, so vital. The same power of Spirit that was there 2,000 years ago, where has it gone, the holders, this is treasure now that the signs have come. Why, should not be questioned.
The fish are sucking for breath in places. In puts in perspective, the harsh truth we must listen to. So the space to move, the womb even, the new born, is mother stressed, do you know what that means, the air is a vital supply line for us all….
The new born heart, the pal, the excuse lists are plentiful, the truth a little complicated, there is no need to say, we are all the same, that’s calling a whale a fish, they are all fish, but not the same, listen, how are we made, what is space for, who needs it, what is it, amen.
Lost in Explanations darlinx, that grating director, Quin Taratula, is vanting nude scripts for his next vestren, he zays dat the days of repeatings himself is over, and that the vorld needs nude stories to shake it up…
He looks over at cheeks, if there was only a little more of a wind on. Yes darling, stressing, he is teaching the lady pronunciation, and she makes him smile too, not her sounds along, but the kindness inside her. Meanwhile in Tarantula world, they are plying themselves with all sorts of stimulants, in order to create something new. This will work, says the great director. The door opens, in steps a clairvoyant, dressed in the gear. She has an accent.
The great actors gather around the crystal ball, madam zoom is at work. Tarantula hands her some goat juice, this will help. The scribes are ready….
I see long tunnel, high in the sky, long not too long, like a tube, she looks up. Tarantula smiles, I’m getting a new jet, the others look over, envious of course.. The reading continues.
Outside in the fresh air, she pockets the check. A phone rings, did they, she smiles, of course Darlinx…..
Ideas fast, they thrill, can I trust these, dubious, he has his own eyes turned often, what, they, what, it’s the temptation thing, the heads are on, they are thinking straight, now, listen, what, the bright ideas club, the spaceship in the sky, can we work together, anything new that might be of use to them, fire up the ideas, we are under attack, defense army thought, you know what they can do, stop, bullshit, amen.
The plethora of thorns they use to frighten people. So we have visitors from, space, so what. It’s time we cleaned up the internal space, rather than react with human frenzy, to risks we’d have no control over anyway, considering the times we live in and all the prophecy stuff, I’d fear God first, as Jesus says, amen. The God of the Living has control of the soul, totally, after the passing, lucky christy!.
The madness of some strategic heads trying to save their own heads, they try to get others to lose theirs. The madness of hurry, the cure for our problems looking us in the sky, the provider of power, mover of people, the weather is gorgeous, where do we go, we need a holiday, where do we go, have we been blind all these years, what is going on, amen.
Solomon recalls the journey, over thirty years ago, it was simple then, amen. So we have made the great ideas come alive, lets continue with the job, and as for those trying to get heavenly, it’s your job to persist in goodness, the role of the good man, not everyone is James Bond. The book of revelations are worth a good read, it might cure the blindspot many have, and as for cults, they have written their own agenda, I’m sure they wish it was more of Jesus, all praise to the All Mighty Loving One God, amen, not ego’s amen.
Another soul hits the heights, the front singer of great rhythm and soul, is having his music heard in the highest places, where the legendary Father Nivard Kavanagh, the famed Irish preacher, sits alongside the other hero’s of the soul, while the likes of Whitney and others, listen attentively to the heart moves of their new resident. Crazy world, for years, one of the most appreciated and listened to, tunes in the Irish Psychy, Christy wrote from the heart, and his rendition of the emotions, a joy to listen to, every heart that listened to his voice, moved.
His autobiography is a spirited read, and gives us a wave of the times. The writer, listened to much of Christy’s music, and the story of the band, is a reminder, that in good times and bad, there is a beauty unseen that often arrives ourt of what seems like zero.
Solomon smiled, how the Almighty God teaches us. What the world at times teaches, as doom and gloom and worthlessness at times, how rich it appears in heavenly terms. You can recover from your addictions….don’t give up
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