If you could turn every one with evil intent into a babbling fool, just imagine it, their mouths pouring our dribble, imagine it. Solomon was recalling the story of old, the power of Great Spirit, the power the Child Jesus was gifted with. Casting out demons was on Solomon’s mind, the grudges, hatred, resentments that so many carried and found an opening at the wrong time. At least with alcohol you had to consume it first before you went on the rampage. With the silent resentments and hatreds stored within, (good reason or not, experience or what), once the topic was raised, accordingly, the partnering feelings rise with it, those deep seated feelings and anxieties, boom, the explosion, touchy feely they say, they being friends, they being polite. Imagine it, God Most High, who has heard it all, waiting for mankind to mature, the way a farmer waits, for the plant to give it’s full potential, imagine it, waiting for the day, when they would all realize that today was the day everyday, not the baggage you brought with you everywhere, smile, amen.
You mean all that stuff is true he asked, the soul train is a connection of working souls, joined together in common purpose, they accept the wisdom of God smiled the old man. The young boy looked at the old man, haggard and worn, the night was cold and the dark was closing in. On his way back from the store, he encountered this lively man with the light eyes. The boy stopped, the old man was seated on a bench, was shivering from the conditions, another long night and the hope of tomorrow, a maybe.
Where you going to stay for the night he asked? The old man smiled, i’ll find a place, on the soul train replied the boy. They made their way down the street, there was a shed out the back of the house, neat and free from the chill, it won’t matter spoke the boy, who told the old man it was going to be fine, he might even be getting a bowl of soup. A blanket, a pillow, a space for the night, the soul train continued that evening, in the heart of the boy that cared. When did you meet me Lord, it was the question that would be on the lips of everyone who asked him
Really, the democrats and the republicans are going to own us all our lives, well good morning Mr Trump, you put an end to that. The women of Saudi will never have a voice, goodbye to that, that is changing too. Brexit, the world, the efforts of women to have a voice, the tiresome words of empathy that issued for so long, it was and is all change. There is plenty you can do about it, just do it, don’t try to explain it, otherwise they will play with you mind. Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, the divine helper was on hand, and every day since, he discovered there was plenty you could do. Amen.
and the Promise of Jesus, I will send the Holy Spirit, well, he arrived, and S
olomon was asking every day since for assistance. and when they tried to upend him, well, the boss sent more help, when will they learn, God is inside us all, all who believe, amen.
Are they serious, he reminded himself of the cries twenty years before, the tyrant Mugabe, and the way the country was thrashed, even his Mother was afraid of him, thirty seven years later, a long time to wait for redemption, in the meantime, given credit by the religious authorities, what would Jesus say about Mr Mugabe, well, he was not going to go into that. The individuals who kept him in power object to the wife taking over the estate, meanwhile off shore, the wealth stolen from those who had to endure famine conditions almost, remains his. If anything, it pointed out the real reason for the existence of the off shore fiefdoms. Yeah, they were coming out with Spin, we have standards about where the money is coming from, and we are under the tutelage of the recognized banking establishments, the very same ones who set up the off shore fiefdoms in the first place, rather cute, Robert Mugabe, the Great Greek theft before the fall, the arms traders, and whoever else, all doing their business in the same off shore toilet, rather shitty.
Solomon encountered the Real Spirit, and ever since that day, he had a rule, write it. Yes, we can re write the entire mess, it is up to us all to put our minds to it. amen.
You mean it’s a medical condition, she shakes her head, she stands before the mirror, the curvature of her rear is on her mind, liposuction or implants, she wants to be round, well, if the eyes of the nation are on her, it’s the rear they will see most of. She ignores the words coming from her friend, you are old fashioned, besides you are old as well, she continues with the performance before the mirror, am i too flabby in this she asks, while she holds up a pair of leather trousers, fake leather trousers, nothing about her is real. A day later her life is in tears, her celebrity is no longer a celebrity, she will have to find another one.
Solomon was talking with a friend, the topic was imitation, and by extension, example. What is going on in all those minds, there is nothing original left it seems, they copy cat. Solomon was listening, he heard much talk about it, the way children imitate what they are exposed to. His mind was focused, the signs from above pointed to divine intervention, the numbers too, the warnings from above. Celebrity was not what it was supposed to be, it was a trick, the same as exposure to nuclear weapons, once it got into your head, it was all you could think of. With the world producing less and less numbers of healthy children, it ought to be on the minds of the learned and wise, wherever they were hiding.
Answer: No one Yesterday, I wrote about the Hindu god, Ganesha, being worshiped in a Roman Catholic church. See here. Really strange stuff. That got me to thinking a bit more about Hinduism. Readers of this blog know I was a big fan of The Byrds rock and roll band way back in the day. […]
My interests he asked, it wasn’t the question she was prepared for, my interests, she didn’t want to be evasive, it was not the question you hear on a first date. Why is he asking me, she makes for the bathroom, her I –
phone is with her. She texts a girlfriend while sitting on the loo, he asked me this what am i supposed to say to him, he’s cute. Between the piddle and the text she gets a few suggestions back. Being honest she didn’t know her own interests, tended to follow the herd, what most did in fact, the road of least resistance. It was now answer time, she comes back smiling, her lipstick is done up, she pouts a fiery smile, hoping it will distract and point him to the late night entertainment, my interests, he sounds as if he wants to get to know me, what was i thinking. She orders them a double sambuca, and another, soon they will stagger from the restaurant, …..but you still haven’t answered my question, what are your interests, he poses the question dressed in her bathrobe, while they discuss the coffee on the table.
Solomon sighed, God knows you from what you practice, amen.