Ministry of Sounds

 

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 a diagnostic tool, she’s a locum. 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.

 

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The Hit List

God Most High pours over the petitions and prayers made in the name of Lord Jesus, those that are accompanied by righteous souls, are given priority. Peter stands quietly beside him; he’s never seen so many requests that made it to the Boss’s table. Pass me the wine he orders, Peter does as he is told. God sips a little of his favourite creation, then sips again, wondering, how best to unravel the mess, while protecting the good.

 

“have you got the names there Peter, those that sold out love, not the entire list, just the ones pertaining to the advertising industry first, they duelled with me for too long, assumed I didn’t exist, assumed I’m never react, even concocted stories about me, can you believe it” sighs God

 

Ten names are selected, less than one per cent, they are to have their lives turned upside down in a matter of days. God puts his seal opposite each of their names; all of them close associates of the evil one. He writes out a coded message, passes it to peter. Send it down, and if anyone of them tries to petition me or whatever, I’ll never be home, is that clear

 

Solomon sighed, what was it like with Moses in the desert!

Love solves all problems and is the answer to every prayer.. this is a re blog, but it is so true.

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The Woman

She is a refugee, she hasn’t much, she does what she has to do, she has to feed herself. Her heart is big, she has relatives back home, she saves what she can, knowing what circumstances they live in. The money isn’t big, fifty dollars here, twenty dollars there, 100 when the times are good, she does what she has to do, the woman.

It’s a busy Friday night, the men are hungrier than ever, they like the fact she has a color, it’s more of a thrill for them. They empty they pay they go home, she puts her money in her sock, it’s safer there, by the time it gets to her village, it will be enough to feed them all, that woman, what is she doing, the days and nights have been hard.

They judge her those that pass, do you do the risky stuff some ask, how much. A veritable toe rag in the eyes of many, to be used and passed over, forgotten like she has no use, that woman. Many judged too simply, many rush to conclusions, Solomon thought of Jesus, what would he say or do, he’d certainly think less of those that judge her, the way so many do.

Remember Rehab, she found favor with God, for helping defeat the enemy. No one came to judge her afterwards, after knowing her profession before; tut tut, Solomon sighed, a mother feeds her children, while 25 trillion rests off shore, who do you think God will support, that woman of course, amen.

Lilliaoukalani

What a mouthful, she could sing all right, a timely reminder, she was the last Queen of Hawaii, before the islands coalesced with the U.S. She had a great bond with the Big Spirit, the divine spirit, same one Solomon encountered. as the volcano erupts, it’s wise to remind ourselves, we need to Love mother earth, an awful lot more than we do. Solomon sighed, the Spirit in the sky, and God Most High, the one true God, all connected, to Lilliaoukalani, just imagine it. The picture with this blog, clouds, appeared one day, in response to a prayer. So Solomon wondered, was the volcano a reminder of days gone by, and Lilliaoukalani, interesting.

wisdom on Friday …. a re blog

Originally posted on Higher Density Blog: ELDER .Thanks to https://outofthisworldx.wordpress.com/2018/05/03/hopi-it-is-now/ Thank you to Michelle A * Message from Hopi Elders You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour, Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are things to be considered… Where are…

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Foundation Building

The wine farmer, nods, he is explaining the terroir, the land, and what it means to the wine maker. He has a glass bottle in his hands; in it, four types of soil, the difference, is there a difference wonders the small audience. Sandy and pebbly, heavy and smooth, the four types of soil, are all part of the land. The best grapes grow in the light brown and pebble dash soil, more breathing and better drainage he says, pointing to the far corner of the field; there is more sun too she smiles, one of the visitors says, sure.

They buy a few sample bottles; On the drive back to their lodgings, they discuss the enthusiasm of the farmer, how precise he was, how important the foundation is, and the power of the sun, to turn grapes into vintage wine, one of them is a teacher, she has a thought, her friends notice, “Lucy, what are you not sharing!”

Who wants to be serious on holiday, few. She wants to hold the thought. She imagines her children, her school children, as bottles of wine. Would it not be great to give them a foundation, rather than, toys that occupy their minds. She is high school, knows the problems facing families. How the mobile has replaced the parent almost, it’s not a popular thought, few will agree, but she is a teacher, and foundations are her core, just like the french wine maker, common sense to make those foundations secure.