The Residue

Leftovers on the table, he eyes the last two roast potatoes, if they are all ignoring it, that means none of them wants it, they taste great, he scans the plates on either side, all he can see is the conversations going on, the lick of gravy on the side of the mouth, clean it will you, it’s sticking out, across the table, a fork in the air, moving left and right, almost with the skill of an orchestral director, still he has his eyes on the prize, those last two golden crisp potatoes. Will I be brave and reach out.

What are you waiting for William she says, catching his eye, he dips his head, a smile on his face, he slowly reaches in, got you he thinks, he has one of the potatoes on the big spoon, he is moving it carefully to his docking station, his plate. No one said a thing, will he be brave enough to take the other, go for it he tells himself. Eight years old, it’s awhile before you learn about the etiquette of eating in a group. She gives him a re assuring nod, the second potato is on the spoon. You are not eating both of them another diner calls out, as he drops it onto the messiest part of the plate, where old flecks of gravy and a white sauce have mixed into a brown mulch, he does it deliberately, no one will ask for the potato back now, too late, all that residue.

Solomon sighed, we learn hopefully, we lean on the past, we see how nationalism becomes a movement of hatred, the wars across the world, home led, the same causes, repeated again and again, too much power in the same closet, time to get angry, time to get rich, we will sort them boy. The world had enough of all that argument, it was well past it’s sell by date, same as those religions, who intentionally miss quoted the old words, in order to divide opinion, and what was their residue; the incitement of hatred.

Surely they believe in God he hoped, and as such, put their efforts into rising spirits, rather than renovating old organisations.

The Social Network….

God arrives on Earth, wonders at some of the changes going on, it’s been awhile. What’s new, hears about the social network, wonders how it works, what is it made up of. Has heard about individuals having millions of followers, doesn’t understand what they mean by the word followers, as the planet is not in great shape, and there are those boasting about the numbers; If you want to find out, you have to do it yourself. Decides to open an account on the most popular network out there, start at the top, face the facts, there has to be a trend setter.

Name, address, the world, post code, this is crazy. After an hour of assorted help, he manages to open an account, at last, phew, He sighs, it could be a she, Love does not discriminate. How do small children get through all this. The wait set aside, He is like a small child on Christmas day. Friends, click here, that’s fast, wow. You scroll he is told. Inside an hour, he gets a lesson in biology he wasn’t exactly expecting, and there is no limit to it either. Where does it all come from; he certainly wasn’t expecting the reception; worse than those slot machines they have in Vegas, you book into the hotel if you manage to pass the early gambling zone, well. they are like walls of cannon, ready to blast your wallet before you make into the racecourse. How can anyone avoid it.

Four coffee’s later, He is trying to get his head around it; what did they do to my Children?

 

Freedom to Speak

Will I vote, why bother, it’s the same result, the election is rigged. The feelings in the hearts of those, who lived among dictatorships for a long while, mainly in the African continent. Solomon spoke to the young man, he was trying to find the election station, Solomon was. It was just one of those moments, you take a wrong turn, and you end up learning something new, or maybe it’s called an affirmation.

The young member of the Islam faith, spoke of the difficulty of democracy in some countries. The local dictator was in power, the money was stolen and placed off shore annually, the rights of the population ignored; the young man sighed, they are Just Muslims in name, Solomon sighed, it’s not any different from those claiming the Christian faith; they issue the words but they rarely follow the faith. however as they parted, they both agreed, that it was easy for all faiths to live side by side, when the pride is removed, and the power is shared. It was an important point for election day. Many chose their party, their friends, their interests, rarely considering the overall well being. Jesus being a central character in all the Faiths, wasn’t it easy to see where the bridges of understanding had to be built; projecting the old wisdom, not the propaganda, that money was constantly buying.

A lot can happen on the way to the poling station.

Fracking Fools

Oil guy big smile,

finance guy big sigh,

Put the rig over there,

Hard to hear clearly,

Chopper very noisy,

Million barrels a day,

Amazing the technology,

Pump in the chemicals,

Whoof the oil gas flew,

Water becomes polluted,

Nature reserve destroyed,

Land becomes useless,

A sore in everyone’s eye,

Mr President what’s up,

Energy independence he quips,

Fathers mind your children,

That was just an election boost,

Protester gets twenty years,

For upsetting the president,

Mother Nature howls,

A big freeze you want,

She looks to the sky,

God gives the directions,

Wind blows cold air,

Country freezes everywhere,

They wont frack around much now,

Mother nature is consoled,

For the time being anyhow,

Poisoning the water everywhere,

First the arctic now the rivers,

Can’t believe such stupidity,

Meanwhile chopper stops,

Rotors seize up,

Oil guy finance guy go down,

Pilot miraculously survives,

Two more incoming.

Gates of hell opened,

In the two guys fly,

The end.

Generations

The pot in the yard, the food is mostly vegetable, no one is worrying about the shops, they are miles away, no phone, no mail, primitive living. Years later, mobile phones in hand, not enough vegetables, and too many shops, everyone focused on the word bargain, modern living. Solomon was looking back on the steps we took, the inventions, the speed of life, how things hurry up, the elderly sent to homes, focus on the future, our greatest worry, the loss of our mobile.

The current generation, from 2,000 on, distant from many of the habits many grew up in. International travel, expansion of services, combined thinking, networking, trying to get a handle on opportunity, trying to overcome the opposition, funding is vital, no one does it for free. The Mayan calender’s warnings, the world will change after the year 2,000, some thought it would come to an end. In someways it has already, the turning point, the emotional gap between generations, how empathy for the past is over shadowed, by the fast thinking millennials, who under the barrage of the social network, have no time to dwell on how things as they were.

Solomon was reflecting; what would the current millennials think of older generations.

Assassinations in Iraq, Donald Claims credit, talk of war increases, the words of wisdom speak…

I was trying to avoid war pleads Blair, does the guy ever give up, God Most High shrugs, lets him mouth on a moment or two, there is a long list. What did they do about the image from above, he asks Peter.

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They can build bombs, arrange PR, interfere, I want to see immediate responses, and I don’t care for another excuse. Peter is nervous, knows the tone. The divine radar is switched on. Delay it, he can’t. Hears the report, seems they sought more evidence, were unsure. He can’t report that. A major change in the top department is a real possibility. He hears the stories of change, it’s just the same old story, the mind gamers are at it full time. Decapitation of the demon and his, her friends are promised. A report came in, the child was let down again, and the threat he suffered only worsened, the Spirit inside seriously harmed. It’s a pain in the heart and God Most High will not tolerate it.

A worried Peter is unknowing; he has been interceding for a long time, but is stuck for a reason, and the plague that has been ongoing for too long, has been allowed to drift on, when they could have acted. The cosmetic changes, don’t meet the criteria for a renewal, something has crossed the barrier, a plea too far.

God looks at the report of the adult vice commitment, they are sewage in the eyes of children, and gives life to evil, it can’t be allowed go on. Leonard Cohen is in the outside room, he is waiting for a few words with the boss.

Peter swishes by, he doesn’t acknowledge Leonard, trouble wonders Leonard, he and peter are fine friends. Leonard raises his eyebrows; he has the usual suspects in mind. The robes that drape the vision, he knows who they are, but they are so widespread; it’s hard to tell who is and who isn’t.

I told you last year, I gave you the order, God raises his voice, Peter trembles, words mumble from his mouth.

Well, silence.

The last time he put the finger on the pulse, there was a public outcry, but it didn’t last long. The threat ceased, but it had reared it’s head. God was reading the prayer of the child, he is pleading, why me!.

Damn it Peter, I have been patient, what happened.

The usual suspects Father.

God waves his hand, peter leaves.

Leonard says, can I go in as peter trickles past.

Red or white, red answers Leonard.

God passes the crystal over, he sighs. A bridge collapse down below.

I sent you those words for a great purpose you know.

And a voice adds Leonard with a trademark smile.

The problem is they think it’s accidental, as if it never would happen again. God looks over at Leonard, sees the confused expression on his face.

Those invested with power stole it, those down below, all because of free will and that other mistake.

Mistake, Leonard is hearing things, mistake doesn’t understand it.

Succession Leonard, I should have put a number on it from the beginning, put a time on it instead.

You can change it can’t you asked Leonard.

I did, many times, retreated many times when I ought to have acted forcefully.

Ever have children Leonard asked God

You know I have

No I mean do you remember the time when you had the awe of a child in your heart.

Leonard sighs, I see what you’re getting at.

Exactly, it doesn’t happen too often, that awe is fast disappearing, and it is something I can’t ignore, its life for Spirit.

He adds..

I got them to go to the ends of the earth to select a new C.E.O., they had no choice.

It seemed to work quipped Leonard, who was not overly enthusiastic.

I thought he was going to do a full clear out, and renew the Spirit.

A pang of guilt crossed Leonard’s mind, but dissolved as quickly. Everyone took if for granted, least he tried.

I can’t allow the Spirit to dwindle and this last report, he handed Leonard the sheet. Leonard read it, as he did, his eyes filled with tears.

He handed back the sheet, I understand he sighed.

I get this everyday, but this child had it from the start and a helper too, was showing extraordinary Spirit. He lit the room he was that bright.

The wines good though smiled Leonard

The wine, God was reminiscing, children are not unlike wine.

Leonard had his guitar with him, and began one of his famous strums.

I heard that one, it’s one of my favourites smiled God.

A half hour later, the bottle was empty.

Outside a group was waiting to enter. Who is in there asked Peter, who was guiding the group. Peter put his ear to the door, heard the guitar. He looked at the group.

You might have to wait awhile. When Leonard and the chief got together, the evening extended itself.

Isiah The Great Prophet…

Isaiah the Prophet

Who was this prophet, who was he, Solomon was wondering what was known about Isaiah, apart from the power of his prayers, they got heard too, amen. What would Isaiah pray if he wanted the demon thrown into the abyss, what would he pray, how would he put chains on the demon. If he had lived in the time of Jesus, well he did, in that his words are still alive to this day in time, but how would he “frame” his request. He’d find a place where there was peace and nature side by side supposed Solomon, sit on it and think it through probably, the way Solomon often did, being in nature, you are in the borderless world, no one can claim the skies, no one can lay claim to the clouds either, or the oceans. Solomon had time to spend and he wasn’t going to waste a moment, and it was wise to add to his growing collection of petitions, there were those too weary to pray, and how many others voiceless, he was the Spiritual vacuum filler, ask wisdom, ask the others gone up, to help with the suggestion, as it had to be divine.

Solomon’s request….

Dear Isaiah, old friend, you have been to heaven, my request is a simple one, a good prayer is called for, the demons are on the run and they need to be finished off, amen. I need your advice, the religious fraternity are as always, stubborn to the point of stupidity, nothing new in that dear friend, and in the face of divine intervention too, so I can’t expect them to be helpful, and I have the news that many need to hear also, which they are supposed to be making clear to others of all faiths, of God Most High’s great providence and mercy, so, in a nutshell, apart from thanking our Great God, I have need for a new prayer. Amen.

That ought to work wondered Solomon, would certainly get heard, being made for all the right reasons.

Words made it happen, and it was a tablet he was using, the modern version, the electronic news board, where all could see, especially those in his circle of trust.