Peculiar Interests

Group of men caught, their interest in small children alarming, women involved too, media goes into graphic detail, meanwhile you can buy this stuff online, Interpol says it is worth billions in cash, this vile industry, peculiar interests, yet society is interesting children by the hour, in all things perverse, the future seeds, the picture is grey, it’s a nasty outcome, where is this interested being created, who get’s it.

Jesus said, you have to forgive and heal, otherwise you pass on the harm, it becomes your DNA, you absorb it. Wisdom few have ever followed. If people are ill, and it’s a pandemic, 60% of all internet traffic is adult themed and sex, it’s time we put up some road signs, and directed those getting on the super highway, witch hunts don’t work, a new system of internet is called for, the same laws we apply to the road, it’s about time.

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Suffering What, good for me!

You are just being relocated Jones, it’s not that we are getting rid of you, see it our way, you are being moved, an even better job opportunity, won’t you feel great, you will be thanking us afterwards, she smiles through her bleached teeth, her half moon smiles runs as far as her ears, and those nauseating glasses, frame less, all Mr Jones can do is sit there, bite his lip, they are giving him an extra 10% severance, there is nothing he can do, it’s the ultimate breakup, he is going to suffer regardless. Good for me he howls, his arms surround his office bits, pictures of the children, what will he tell the wife, there is a mortgage to pay, and the health cover they have currently is essential, one of the children has permanent bad health, good for me he howls, as he dumps the cardboard box on the back seat and gets into his ford. Suffering is good for me, he slams the car into gear, will I run a red light, too much too much, he calms down. The car is stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to turn green, Jones is all over the place, an old man comes out of a shop, so what, Jones watches him go to the alley, there is a trolley full of his stuff, the old man begins to push it, lame as well, looks like he needs a good nights sleep. Could be me, the lights change, the mood eases, it’s only anger now, cooling as he goes, suffering is good for me, what was she saying, probably had someone to clean her ass all her life…

No good comes out of suffering, well, many would disagree, how many lives have changed in such circumstances. Solomon sighed, what did the early believers feel, when they saw their Leader on the cross, helpless for awhile. Then the signs came, remain patient, and two thousand years later, He is still the one they pray to, how about that! , use my Name he said, the Holy Spirit will come, you just have to believe…the rest is history…

 

 

Journey of My Soul

Man, did that get her attention, she hadn’t heard those words before….

words, what is he going to say next, they were all listening to the “Guru”, waiting for the inspired words to reach their ears, silence, they stare at each other, the assembled, inside they feel a little pious, well, they are the lucky ones to be in the audience, to even hear the words firsthand, Solomon sighed, imagine what it was like for Jesus, in real time, you can’t beat the original.

What is a journey anyway, it’s what happens in between the times you were born and the time you leave your soul, the meat in the sandwich, the experiences that you fell into, the niche you found for yourself, the choice between comfort and risk, decisions. A Journey is a serious of decisions, some made for you, some you make on your own. Solomon was at a group meeting, a bunch of story tellers, the theme they had to write on, the journey, the journey, so many different meanings, endless. Some journeys you make as a tourist, sightseeing your way through life without getting to know anything, some you make out of great distress, the troubles that befall you, and how you deal with them.

Then there are the journeys that change worlds’ Solomon smiled, he’d a few of those in his lifetime, not just one, but a whole bunch of them, each of them juicy on their own, but he got through the maze. His inspiration, those who made similar journeys, well, similar in that they caused him to take the risk, and go the route less taken, when you go jungle as they say, and forego the usual comforts.  Nelson Mandela, persecuted for taking a stand, Che Guevara, immortalized, Martin Luther King, too, the point being, those that made those choices before, laid the stones of future journeys for many, and each one of them, did it, one day at a time, the speeches only came at the end.

Monday, a new journey, he was asking for help, sure he would be assisted, as prayers made in the Holy Name, never go unheard, and it just happens. Believe, amen.

Whose doing the counting!

He is bent over the figures, all he does is count, it’s a game of numbers. The service has delivered, but there is more to extract, it’s just a question of numbers, do the figures stack up. There is gas buried deep in the ground, if the figures make it worthwhile they can get it out. The method doesn’t matter, latest fracking techniques could extract water from mere bones.

 

In another room, a colleague does the figures on the transaction service, it’s a little more complicated, it’s a one to one consumer service; the more they can repeat the formula, the more they can charge, it’s totally legal. if it causes confusion or rises your inner temperature, so what, they have done their job, the profit motive wins again.

He holds the phone, he is going red, an answer service, why can’t they have real people on those lines, the tune in the background repeats and repeats, he has been holding five minutes, time he could have spent planning his child’s day at the playground and the treats afterwards, instead he has to put up with this, we all do sighed Solomon.

Solomon sighed, bad enough that they have machines that legally steal from you, he is referring to the software banks use to fix the markets, but when they delay and steal your time, they are stealing from your children as well; he sighs deeply. No wonder there is a book of numbers in the ancient scriptures, a warning of course to the countermen.

You’ve Got Me All Wrong 6 – You Are The Creator Of Your Own Reality — Erika Kind…. knowing yourself is a good start, a re blog…

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A few weeks ago I picked up one of Walsch’s books and began to read the first pages. After I read the short list of the 25 core messages to explain the main message (in the title) I stopped reading. It was so inspiring and I my mind started spinning. Before I am reading on […]

via You’ve Got Me All Wrong 6 – You Are The Creator Of Your Own Reality — Erika Kind

Freedom

You want to escape the trap, well here is the answer, the worries that hold you down, the Spirit that lifts you up, pause before you click, think, what are you going to achieve in the next five minutes, if you don’t listen, how can you possibly learn. Many complain, there is oppression, there is this wrong, the head full of excuses, to justify their position, which they are willing to hold tight, while ignoring the truth of their existence, you have to listen, there is no other way, listen.

I have the answer already, the words spurt from your mouth before the person has stopped talking, and you say you listen, your just a pretender, real freedom is the ability to listen

. Alzhiemers’, diseases of the mind, the breakdown of the mind, when a part of the brain closes off, and you can no longer listen, as you forget as soon as you do.

Solomon met some old friends, in their nineties, mentally perfect, not a blemish in the mind, and what they had in common, they were both listeners. Freedom comes from learning, and being a learner everyday, not closed minded as many are. We live in a world where diseases of the mind are rampant, isn’t it time to listen.

For a long time, we have ignored the crisis’s that have surrounded us, only reacting when it becomes a pandemic, what sort of listening is that. On the subject, listening, Jesus told the apostles, that the Kingdom of God was within you, yes, in you, you just have to apply the teachings, it’s that simple, amen, are you listening, welcome to freedom, amen.

The Reason You Exist! TRYE…

TRYE, the reason you exist, big question, I haven’t time for this, I have a plane to catch, the speech is half prepared, and the babysitter is late, I know why i exist, will someone find me a nappy, Jesus, can babies shit, where are the wipes, damn it, those creams are so sticky, on my god, someone has dropped the nappy on my speech, please stop crying, the reason I exist, how the hell am i supposed to know this, I will deal with it later.

Pouring over the speech, worried about delivery, the pause, you have to get it right, like a catwalk model who know’s how to pose, timing, it’s important just to pause at the right moment. Tipexed out, you pass the splotched paper to your assistant, she will even wash your dirty underwear, and your smelly socks, she depends on you for her living, and the ball of cash, a dependent of sorts, you can’t exist without each other.

Eight in the evening, and you return home, exhausted, you fall onto the couch, the baby sitter smiles, baby ate and slept well, you sigh, i can deal with that, one of these days baby will be going to school, and you will smile, cause you were responsible for getting her that far, well, you and the babysitter, why do I exist you ask. You climb the stairs to the bedroom, you feel your chest tighten, panic hits you, is this the moment, when you won’t exist.

The hospital is bright, your helpless, wires stick you, and machines all around you, suddenly, all you can think of, why have I been doing all this. You realize your an egotistical smile, the money you made will never be spent, and the friends you have, are not friends ,just acquaintances, the only thing you have in common, wealth, and there is no feeling in that, unless your making plenty and getting high on the buzz. Why do I exist, the question runs through your head, the doubts that can’t be hidden by a busy routine.

You exist to overcome the material, in favor of Spirit, for how can it fly, if it’s burdened by what is temporary, amen, how can you pass it on!.