Great Music lifts the Soul….

We need moments to refresh, put down the worries, reflect, it’s not a diagnosis, it’s like cleaning the desk at work, or the bathroom at home, there is stuff we need to do. With so much happening in the world, the mind becomes overloaded, and if we don’t give it a break, we can overreact, becoming ultra sensitive, till eventually we are programmed in our responses. We join causes without thinking deeply about what we are getting involved in, in a nutshell, we become pawns in other life dramas. It’s the new year, time for starting the new, it could be a change of relationship, it could be the end of one, the beginning of something new.

 

Being human, we are sensitive, even if many pretend otherwise. you put on a few pounds, a crisis, the pants it tighter, the thing is, after the season of Christmas, we are all in a tighter squeeze, well, it could be any festival time, but human beings tend to worry easily. In an effort to relax the mind at crucial times, apart from trying the booze, that is meant to be a joke actually, but the music of all types allows you time to get out of the worry zone. So I am throwing in a few middle of the road classics, that will just do that. In times of great stress, you are easily upset or worried. The sheep only have to smell the wolf to get the panic attack, and there are many other there, who know how to exploit your feelings. Listening to music helps you set the mind, like poetry, it lets you forget the world, you forget fashion, you forget social media worries, you forget your mobile phone.  Start your day with great music, and be surprised, amen.

When you can bypass the mind, you can access the heart. happy new year!.

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Italy….

What, your going Italian, watch your ass dear, the men pinch the women there, they say its a compliment, I suppose if your older, it is, she shakes her head, you can’t be serious, well, when I was there thirty years ago, that was the way, it’s changed perhaps. She gives him a look, are men supposed to flatter women that way, a real pain in the ass, no lawyer would get a dollar out of their system, maybe today maybe today.  Well, she is getting angry, it’s so incorrect to talk like that, criticize the church in the old days and you lost your job, criticize the government in the old communist days, and you found yourself in the gulags, no wonder the world is in a mess.

Solomon sighed, it’s getting crazy all right, if there is money involved and publicity, they all want it, same as loud children, they want notice. She is at the interview for the shoot, she is prepared to pose, and no one is forced to look, unlike the children with the mobile porn library in their hands, they have less of a choice. Well, we are supposed to be interested in reproducing, seems we have been programmed to, otherwise, who knows.

She dis robes and flashes, had the double D enhancements, is always talking about it. hey, if they are for my husband or partner it’s my business she yells, well, why are you telling the world honey asks the young reporter, she gives him an up and down, boy if you don’t know the answer to that, do you think they’d look at us otherwise. Eighty per cent of the world agree with her, we are here to get the cash, if it wasn’t us it would be someone else.

Meanwhile, the tabloids want anything that gets the attention, and women I assume, are supposed to supply them, a simple comment, but did it hold any weight. The news is the same, another scandal, mean while, all their children are secretly looking up the stuff, hypocrisy, if they only knew, that all their habits were known, stop scratching your ass. and remember to wash your hands, and stop eating that, disgusting.

Everything she ever wanted…

The attention, free love, the extras, lots of friends, everything she wished for, but there is still a hole inside her, that nothing material can fill, why can’t it be normal. She envies her friends, they’re normal, the boring partners, the routines they have, he leaves the bowl down, never washes the dishes, is always giving Margot their child treats, he shouldn’t spoil them that much, everyone nods and smiles, inside her heart is longing, but she knows, you can’t bring children into the world without foundations. Her friends recommend the child in a box scenario, the artificial thing, you get a list of prospects, and do it yourself. It’s not what she wanted. She retreats inside, it has to be there, the original feelings, where did they go, how do you decide. Everything she wants, it’s already inside her.

The eyes are giveaways, there is an emptiness, she is replaying the lives of old glamour queens and actors, every time she see’s them on the screen, not me hopefully she says. when i get older, i will be surrounded by those who grow with me, those who really love, is it the price of fame, well it comes with risk. I’ll get through it. The next day she decides to slow down, three months later she is on a beach, away from the attention, and herself, the way she used to be, all she ever wanted.

Me Too Me Too….

I want some, me too, me too, the child reaches for a piece of cake, mammy slaps his hand, me too says the mother, isn’t that incorrect, mother turns her head, her daughter in the corner, you want some too, no, her daughter says, it’s not good for the diet either, mother shakes her head, me too. Headline in the paper, me too, another victim cries out, well, who hasn’t suffered in this life. The list of performers, so many suffer, loss of a child, those that hurt pour that hurt into their art. Meanwhile, they all forget the fifty million who died in the second war, no lawyer to represent them, no cause to shout for them, few celebrities among them. Me too, I’m hungry, just about a billion of those about, hungry that is, me too, no lawyer to represent them, me too, amen.

If you want to change things, me too, amen.

Why Me Lord…..

The question, the tragedy, the answers, no one can provide them, why me Lord, about to face death, bodies on bodies, children, men, women, stacked in heaps, she looks at the human misery, she is about to join them, has prayed all her life, a shot rings out, will someone pass the ketchup please, she falls, lies among the dead. her Spirit leaves her body, joins the world of eternity.  Years later, those trying to undermine Love, damage trust, trying to create the desire for only earthly things, thereby undermining the well being of Spirit and our connection with the world above, speak out in protest, why her Lord.

God sighs, I’m not an arms manufacturer, free will was your gift, it wasn’t forced on you, I sent along prophets, to remind you, there is light and dark, even child birth is painful. The critic replies, but why so many, how was it allowed to happen. Experience, is the father and mother of wisdom, when it hurts we remember, when it’s pure pleasure we want it more, it’s not black and white, and everyone living is playing a vital role. You want to enter Heaven, nice words, but it requires an effort, and that’s what your life is all about, making it there.

The critic shakes his head, damn good answer, how about the movements for change, why so many of them, why such chaos out there, God shakes his head, a critic, what else would you expect. The talk as if they know, when all they do is study something small, and try to apply it, how often has that error been made. I made you stubborn for a reason, and if you read the old scriptures, you will work it out. You think this world is a free ride, nice idea son, just remember, one day you will all have to hand it back. Amen.

Light Energy

She looks drawn, eyes droop, her arms hang, weighed down with bags, but there is a twinkle in her eye, there is a surprise inside, a heavy heart will get a lift, the darkness will vanish, someone thought of me, that’s all it will take, someone remembers me. No longer alone, why, the hurtful memories will disappear, while the light energy engineers, brings to the surface, the sweetest of thoughts, the feelings that the darkness makes disappear.

Our reason for being, why do we exist, Solomon asked this question many times; it seemed so easy to put it words; to bring lightness to being, light energy. What weighs you down; the bills come to mind, the shape, the weighing scales, every time we measure, we end up at the extremes, comparing, well, that didn’t cost much, you have to get something better, is that all they could afford, meanies you imply, how bad do we need light energy, seriously.

The trail around the corner…

Here for the auditions, a car passes, they begin to scream, it’s him, a few of the more cannier ones use the distraction to steal a few places, they are closer to the door, there’s a life to be gained once inside the door, might even get in the paper, bling, a boyfriend with a football club, it’s hard to ignore, the trail around the corner. Inside the talk is ratings, the flow of cash, how they need to become more risque in order to attract, more electric wallets.

The career, she went to drama school, studied in the auditorium, had a real love of song, now she is being controlled by the accountants, and her dealer, well, the cocaine never disappoints, and she can hit it all night. The long dress is now a mini, she has disrobed in the papers a few times, the tit bit doubled her sales that week. Now she is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, have another pill her manager says, there is malice in his eye, who are you after all, didn’t you do the trail around the corner too.

Solomon sighed, it’s never too late to change lanes, amen.