You Can’t Fake Love…..

Buy the house, the car, the dress, the loyalty, but you will never buy His Love. Solomon imagined the butterfly over the amazon, twittering it’s so delicate wings, it’s legs so fine, yet able to land on a light bulb, and sit there, without melting, or harming itself, cause it knew nothing could harm it. Imagine putting your finger on a lit bulb, your skin would melt fast, yet the most fragile insect or fly can land on anything it wants to, hot or cold, and remain unharmed. Faith, the insects knew they had nothing to worry about. Solomon read about the story of old, the power of Holy Spirit, and imagined God and the Demon playing a game of chess, the one piece that was to remain unharmed, a certain humble pawn. the outcome of the result, you can imagine, loving peace or total tyranny. Faith is that Pawn, and when it carries the Spirit of God within, the pawn, same as that butterfly, can do anything, that is according to the will of God, imagine if the pawn knew it’s immortal destiny, imagine the consequence for the rest of the game, tantalizing. But pawns, like ordinary people, are never allowed to feel powerful, they are taunted, put in fear, made to feel weak, just imagine it, if the pawn had a little education…..

Solomon sighed, you can’t fool God, as for the rest of us, lets dream on. Love that is divine, lasts for ever. So Jesus came along, and gave us an example, of the power of that pawn…

My Idols

It’s such a recurring theme, Idols, we stop at a poster, we look up, wish it could be me the young say, wish you had more experience the wise say, Solomon read the old books, the theme of Idols was a constant theme, going back thousands of years, Moses, Solomon, Isaiah, Jesus too, Islam too, all of them in fact, mention the worship of Idols, and its’ still the case today; a TV program elects a president, the habits that are killing us, none of them, coming from the mouths of the prophets. Solomon sighed; there was a sense of wonder all about, the hearts of many were opening in a  way unthinkable a few years before; it was as if the Eureka moment had arrived, as if to say, it’s all true, God exists, glory be.

Imagine the space inside you, the Space where you create the space for the loving Spirit to dwell, horror to those doused in vanity perhaps, but manna to those who believe, the living words, how wonderful to assume, without doubts, that all those ancient stuff that many wanted to pour cold water on while they exploited others, was real, what a massive headache and clean up ahead. How could God be expected to compete with idol worship, it didn’t require a science or math degree to figure this one out.

Put your Trust in God, and may your actions express that trust. Amen.

Mothers and Our World

What we take for granted, well she is the one who always hangs around, the one voice we can turn to, as if God Himself was alive inside of everyone. The miracle of birth, and there are those who claim they have been put down, it’s usually those who have had to deal with pain, the grievances that have to find a way out. Solomon reflected, His Own Mother being a fine lady, the face that you could seek out without worry or care. Those were the days, and what child was afraid to tell his or her mother anything or ask for anything. I suppose it’s why there is such worship for the Mother of the Lord, the woman who bore Him.

Today, Solomon sighed, with a few tears, how there were many little ones, afraid or made fearful of telling their mother what needed to be said, the mountain of fears poured into the general media, getting a lodging place inside very delicate hearts, it was a mute point, missed by all the so called experts. If you are afraid to tell your mother, what happens to that stuff you need to let out from inside you. The media had over cooked itself, and sowed such harm, they needed to take a leaf out of Solomon’s book of wisdom, who was and is trusted by God, every word you speak will be used against you.

Even the online world had to ask itself, had it any responsibility, or did they all play the silent game, as if they were trying to avoid the truth. Solomon encountered the Great Spirit, no boast, just a reminder to all, the Kingdom of God is inside you, learn fast, amen.

Mind Porn

Sounds like the title of a book, Solomon listened to some, ideas grabbed off the internet, another loud mouth, the do’s and don’t of this and that, as if we didn’t know already, where are your children getting their ideas from. A friend plays a clip from a podcast, this is good, you have to listen, he heard it thirty years before, I suppose when the children are not doing the funny images thing, they switch over to a reasonable sounding voice, in order to fool the parents, so that’s what you are watching son. Solomon was reflecting on the covid epidemic, the world is turned over in a matter of days, the call to change, the environment begins to show signs of recovery, the air a little cleaner, meanwhile an asteroid misses the planet by inches, which would have totaled us all.

A new world, and quickly, Moses came back from the Holy Mountain, with the proverbial guarantee, God is with us he sighed, his heart full of joy, we have been saved. From a distance, he see’s the glittering statue, no no, he cries, they are back to their old habits, what have they done. Solomon sighed, we are in that sort of zone, we don’t want to repeat that again.

A Singing President- Jazz it Up

As soon as possible, compassion in the seat of power, a voice that listens, not a market leader, not a finance chief,  neither a fool nor a womanizer, a refreshing voice, that has a cool rhythm, someone you could listen to, and has faith in the Heavens. As Leonard Cohen says, there is a huge thirst for a spiritual renewal, well, in a nutshell, core values, that put the vulnerable first, is not blind to the needs of others, and unites the voices, what a refreshing hope, go for it dude.

Solomon sighed, the cloud picture was nearly seven years old, it’s real, the answer to a prayer, apart from the circular cloud, and so much more. There are no doubts, without loving Spirit we are going nowhere, said and done.

Price of Wisdom

The queen of Sheba, meets Solomon, she recognizes wisdom when she hears it, can see how others misused it, is horrified, what she cries, are they all demons she wondered, those she thought she could trust, playing with the truth, using her to gain riches. Solomon sighed, it’s the year 2020, over three thousand years since the original words were written. The chaos and destruction she was told about, it had to happen she was told, until she listened to the words of wisdom; imagine what she thought of those around her.

There is a general panic, many made genetics becomes a monster in the making; progress she sighed. She recalls the efforts of Darwin to twist the reality of creation, the possibility of a perfect human race, that led to the attempt to wipe out the Jewish people. progress, more like pride she sighed, as men tried to out do each other. What about the 25 trillion stored off shore; what use was it now, what good would it do them. Then Solomon told her; God tests his people, and when put to the test, they stand firm, and overcome. She smiles; the demon and his army of angels must be feeling closer to extinction tonight. Amen, Solomon prayed yes they are.

World Slows Down

Can’t sound it, sound, action to her, affects inner harmony, will I get up, she glances at her I-phone. To others it seems extravagant, to her its a diagnostic tool, she’s a trainee. Irritating, will I. Her shift starts in, she dips her eyes on the phone, she is precise, a trainee surgeon, doing the steps. Her fingers are long and graceful. Where they have been; last evening, inside the chest of an elderly man, noise disappears, music again, continues reading. She lives in a three room, ignoring the bathroom; everyone has one of those, as vital as a healthy rectum, a healthy mind, the article she is reading.

She reads the reports, everything medical is her news, her life is being donated to helping others, if lucky she will have a family along the way. The Corona Virus, she had been reading about it; a virus that doesn’t react to conventional drugs. She thinks of Marie Curie, all the other scientists, who spent their entire lives researching the future; few of them had any interest in patents. Planes have slowed, people are staying away from crowded places, some wear masks, they’ve been doing that in Hong Kong for ages; some call it the the last plague. She sighs; as a woman, she wants to be seen as a mother in the making, a precious human being; she is tired of the way they trivialized the flesh, could they not have learned to love a little more. She takes a deep breath, the operation she has in front of her is her first full heart transplant, she assisting. Calm, slow, her hands are so important.

In an office, a whiz kid press’s the buttons, moves funds from the Cayman’s to Cypress. He loves it when it”s uncertain, so many to take advantage of.

Branding God

No idols, it’s all over the ancient scriptures, It’s in Islam, It’s in the Bible, it’s in the old testament, it’s in the Torah, no brands please, and these brands as we call them, are often the sources of discontent among the peoples of the world. Solomon sighed, why don’t they make it easy on themselves. Why give demons the edge over their faith. An idol can be torn down, framing is easy, it’s a daily experience, read about it.

The signs were clear, 2020 vision was required. Solomon encountered those who often took credit for the words of others, then twisted the true meaning on words, to divide nations and peoples, it was time to put an end to the misery this caused.

As for the way women have been denigrated, what is the statistic, who wants to know, well, if over 50% of web use is all about different sexual styles and interests, wasn’t it time, that all that adult stuff was put on a separate web, out of reach of ordinary minds. We are after all a world of differing interests.

Too much anger, too easy to rise the ire of many, too easy. In the temple, Solomon listened to the wise words of the preacher, God is Spirit he said, it wasn’t complicated. In the audience many souls, young and old, if only they stopped referring to a religion, and instead, referred to the People of God instead, the impact on sensitive minds, and the reduction of tension, between the different world religions, amen.

Where’s The Treats…

We have to feed them, they will be expecting to get fed, otherwise they won’t come. Jesus sighs, what kind of world is this, if I was after a crowd I would have come with a singing voice, DARN, this is a lesson in eternal life not self gratification. Jesus looks up at the sky, well He says, what am I supposed to do now. His Father sighs, He’s my son, always looking for the signs.

A bread truck is on the road nearby, a lazy council worker failed to fill in a pot hole, the truck hits the rim of the tire hard against it, it bursts the Tyre. The driver gets out, shit, He has a load of fresh bread in the truck, his mobile is out of power, and he is in the middle of hill country. He decides to check out the countryside. The union does not allow drivers to do anything dangerous, such as refit a tire, it’s not in the union manual, that’s the other unions job.

The driver passes the driveway of what seems like a farm, he approaches. Knocks on the door of the shack. Jesus emerges, bunch of papers in hand. Your the Bread man says Jesus with a smile. Solomon sighed. He recalled the story of a visit to old Amo, an old friend who moved up. With God, nothing is impossible, you just have to believe, amen.

To All the women who struggled, had to put up with it, this is Saint Brigid’s day..

Solomon sighed, he wondered where the sense of nurture was found in most lives; the answer came easy, he thought of the mothers of this world, and all that they sought, a peace filled world for their children, fairness, and respect. It is not a lot to ask for, but considering the huge numbers of women burned at the stake, and how the role of the feminine was dragged through the proverbial sewer, unless you were lucky enough, to have been chosen by the King, and those with similar fortunes.

Solomon wondered; how did we thrash so many great gifts, why did we listen to those mantra’s, there is nothing you can do; what influence was trying to instill this into so many heads. Saint Brigid would have given them short shrift. A no nonsense lady, amen, blessed with the Spirit from above….