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Fruits of Love

How can you compare a vegetable to love Dear, she is pouring more coffee into his cup, while she leans over his shoulder, trying to gaze at the headline to the song he is trying to write. There’s too much sugar in this honey he says, taking a sip. So much for the fruits of love you grumpy old fool she says, while reading the headline, under her breath. he begins to hum, the fruits of love fit like a glove to the insides of my heart, every time you sigh I get so high I can feel you deep inside, she stops as she is about to pour him a fresh cup, she begins to hum, he stops writing, turns around, the day I met you my life changed for ever, now your the only fruit I like, where did you get that line from he says. She smiles at him, you didn’t think I had it in me dear, you are not the only one with talent around here. After a half hour more effort they have created their first song together. Aptly called, the fruits of Love.

Solomon sighed, there are so many reminders in nature, tips, that try to direct us, lead us to new paths. An apple on the tree, the fruit is picked, boxed and packed off, consumed in some far off place, by those who have no idea where it came from, just eaten. How could it be compared to love, what was the lesson. He struggles to find meaning, the feeling we sometimes get when things go awfully wrong, and we wonder, why me. Just a feeling we all have now and again.

Eureka, he smiled, the fruit has a life span, must be consumed within a certain time, or stored in a condition, that conserves it’s goodness. Love is like that apple, it has to be consumed, and all of us, are consumers. Love does not exist in substance, it only exists in doing, and you can only harvest it, by passing it on. Was that a fair description he wondered, or would he look at an apple with the same mind set again, amen.

Chuck Berry – You Never Can Tell — PowerPop… An Eclectic Collection of Pop Culture

And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell “C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell Now when I hear this song I think of Pulp Fiction because it was feature in the 1994 classic. The song peaked at #14 in the Billboard 100, […]

Chuck Berry – You Never Can Tell — PowerPop… An Eclectic Collection of Pop Culture


The old Clint Eastwood movie, “pale rider”, the local tyrant howls, you mean they found a preacher, dam, he will hold them together, the tyrant shakes his head, Fear of God outweighs fear of men, and the tyrant knows this. In these strange times, it was odd to see those who claimed to be of God, act so callously, holding their wallet in one hand, while boasting about their Faith in God; they hadn’t read the words of the Prophets, or the warnings of Jesus, how the mighty will be humbled, amen.

The Spirit from above brings a bounty of good things, not selfish endeavors, it’s light, it’s easy to listen to, it lifts, and makes those who feel down, rise in Spirit. Solomon smiled, the kindness of the lady who helped him; it wasn’t a brand of religion she practiced, even if she did attend the temple; it was the example of the good Samaritan, the real faith, amen, lifts the Spirit, not just your ego. Thanks.

Time Patience and Guidance

TPG dudes, what do you mean. Time, if you are not in a rush, you might learn something, Patience, sometimes you have to wait that’s all, ever hear of child birth, guidance, did you ever see how a small child imitates, it’s how they learn. Solomon sighed, there was so much vitriol on the screen, anger, violence, from men with so called civil manners, who were thinking of the impact their words were having on the audience listening. Solomon wondered, what did the God of the Holy Prophets make of them, deliberately inciting hatred, in order to gain popularity. He recalled the days of Moses, and how the chosen heirs, had lost their divine protection, when they returned to worship the God of the Material only. Patience, Time and Guidance, it needs to be put in motion, not just spin.

The old lady hasn’t the speedy recall of days of old, it’s just a case of having a lot of memories in there, and as the total builds up and the pressure is applied, its easy to get confused; often it’s just a case of patience. Same as the old horse who set records when in his full health, the legs are there, the tail wags, the oats taste sweet, it’s just that the hips are a little sore, time.

We lived in a world, where it was all push, fast, now, no tomorrow, results today, no time to pause, same as on a busy street during rush hour, can’t stand still, and then having to contend with bullying in your work place, little wonder the world had gone out of sync. More time, more patience, better guidance, amen.

Mother Lands

I think Moms needs more support, you really think so asks Jane. She and her friend molly are on their lunch break, they’ve decided to give Donald trump a rain check, they are tired of all the ranting, they’ve decided to turn down the volume when he appears on TV, that way they don’t have to listen. Anyone who retells lies all the times, why listen to him, says Jane, while trying to extract a piece of chicken from her new braces.

Think about it, we are both going to be mothers hopefully says Molly, yuk, this sticky chicken is hard to extract from my braces, got it, Jane relaxes. You mean extra money for having children, not just that, more cash is good, but, free medical care for the first seven years for all children, that sounds good Molly, but who will pay for it.

Molly raises her head towards the sky, haven’t you read the statistics, what do you mean asks Jane. A good start reduces the list of potential problems later, and Mothers are the first responders to the needs of the child. You should be a psychologist replies Jane. Molly smiles, every mother is a psychologist already.

Solomon listened to the ranting of a troubled soul, and wondered where did it all go wrong!.

Gillian MacBeth-Louthan – Dreaming Inter-Dimensionally — Higher Density Blog

SPIRIT LIBRARY a message from Gillian MacBeth-LouthanFriday, 25 September, 2020  (posted 28 September, 2020) As we all around the corner of another Time-space dimensional burp, we come face-to-face with the many octaves and rungs of the ladder of light that seems to be very wobbly at this moment of time. In this dimension of instability there are […]

Gillian MacBeth-Louthan – Dreaming Inter-Dimensionally — Higher Density Blog

Healing Trust

The wonder of the efforts, all the different pilgrims, making long and sometimes dangerous treks, to places of Healing, like the journey of life. A skeptic pours scorn on the story of Jesus, and the Holy Prophets, others point out the old practices, and the odd reprimands and punishments that are dished out, while few ever comment on the struggles of the believers, or those of faith, who have to endure great pain in their lives, while the ancient writers remind us of the struggle of Job, and how he had to endure so much, but still managed to maintain Trust in God Most High, despite the relentless efforts of those without faith, to disarm his Spirit. Then there are the stories of the men, whose friends sought the Healing for their friend, and had to lower their friend on a stretcher, through a hole in the roof, in order to get close to Jesus, for healing to occur, then we have the words of Jesus telling his apostles, why it was difficult to heal in his home town, because of the lack of trust and belief they had, because they simply didn’t believe it possible. Why was it difficult to trust you wonder!. Do we have fixed views of people?.

To have to account for your life at the end of days, might put the lid on evil intentions; The parable is told, you can’t rob the man who is aware of the threat of evil, when he is prepared, or in another word, your Spirit remains strong when you protect it against too much Spiritual abuse, there are limits as the wise people might say. A boxer in the ring who is successful, is good at avoiding the big punch.

How does the Spirit Heal is the mother of all questions, how do you encourage that Healing Spirit is the question everyone ought to ask of themselves, where does the Healing trust come from. Do you give children guns filled with ammunition; not unless you intend them to harm. You have to read between the lines, and look deep into the self, and sometimes we only do this, after a great tragedy. The Virus has forced many of us to rethink our lives and our relationship with our neighbors, the world and the environment. While many in the well off places will complain the loudest, they have the means to make the noise, do they ever think of the constant struggle of so many lives, that make their lives so pleasant, well, in truth, hardly at all. Maybe the thought of Divine intervention is awakening many hearts, as to the existence of real time God, and that can only be a very positive outcome, to all the troubles, we are asked to endure; just imagine how Job felt, amen, he never lost the healing trust, and thousands of years later, he is still on many lips…..

The early believers were sometimes compared to people, who wandered the earth seeking their real home, as if the earth as it was, wasn’t Heaven. Maybe, we get this reminder in so many different life’s, and the sudden changes that often have to occur, before we find the path, as if to say, what you are experiencing now is temporary, there is an eternal outcome, and it comes with the choices you make while on the journey. As the saying goes, those who are given great talents are expected to put them to good use, so Van Morrison said, when asked the question about his musical exploits….