Troubled Man

It’s not easy to cope with it, the stuff that you are exposed to, the tired mind and the stuff that has been fed into it, and the experts and what they have been doing about it, the troubled man is young, he has seen so much, puts it into his sounds, rousing the Spirit, hoping to hit those who caused the mess, remind them of the disaster they have visited on the world, one day they will listen and sit up, he gets his guitar, gives it a rip, the noise screeches, the sound of a child crying out, a troubled man, who came up with this, where were all the experts, asleep.

Solomon was imagining what it was like, your young, too young, the stuff you see, it can’t be human, what strangers came up with this stuff, a question a lot of people want to ask, and what are they going to do about it. They call about the environment, the ice melts, the polar bear screams, the roar, what are you doing to my world, calls out to his creator, same as the one who made life possible, the vineyard tenants have been asleep, chances are things are going to change, raise the Spirit and become part of it.

 

It is time to shake the cobwebs, and to stop putting the head in the sand, ignorance or fantasy is not going to sort this, clean water, what, and you are worried about putting on a little weight, get real, who wants to worry about fitting into a coffin anyway.

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Be Inspired Says Amo

Whats that Eamo, (Amo), the old man mutters a few choice words, will they ever shut up, rubbish he sighs, he has seen more than all the rest, with open eyes and a forgiving heart, has no  time for the narrow minded, found them a great pain, lousers, they would depress a flower, be inspired and share a little lightness, you will all be pleasantly surprised.  In the corner of the room, he hears the sighs, can read their minds, finds peace when in contact with true spirit, which he does most of the time.

Memories, what, he is tired of all the talk, would they ever talk about what they are going to do, he has heard it all, seen the impossible, has had his prayers answered so often, why the hushed tones, had they not learned a thing or two, he even recognizes the perfume they wear, all is known to the Lord, amen.

Solomon sighed, Amo had gone ahead of him, was preparing the way, leveling the field, uprooting the weeds, turning it all on it’s head, cause Amo didn’t sit their and dwell, he had a plan, and it was everyday, yes, everyday, the gift of life, he knew it from the beginning.

As for music, at least enjoy what your listening to he says, singing is free damn you, give it a try, they look at him in the bed, was he talking to us, of course I was he said, and you’ll be hearing from me, long after I’m gone, wait and see, then Amo put his eyes down, decided he needed a vacation, the rest is history. Amo’s play list includes…

Let it Flow…

In company, not calm, seeking attention, stealing from yours, the well being of Spirit, and the efforts some make to interfere, mine, that damned word that is a killer, it’s no longer yours, how does it make you feel when you hear those words, could be a love you considered yours, well, the heart is punched with holes, same as the surface of the moon, it gets tough, don’t put your trust in Love, the hassle it causes, and the way you feel afterwards, damn those who try to interfere with the flow. Solomon sighed, he hoped people realized, gifts of the Spirit are for passing on, not hoarding, where did that habit come from, mine, my baby, my idea, my, oh my, mine, what a bummer of a word, all the grievance it causes.

Solomon was living in the same chaotic world, and the same challenges faced us all, there was the material Kings and the Spiritual guides, and there is a gulf between them, one reaches to the heavens, (Solomon has proof of this, pray wisely and include as many as you can, it works, when love soaked,), and there are those who want their way regardless, they assume everyone can be bought, and those who rely on Faith alone, the Spiritual, what a waste. When the flow is allowed, and allowed is the word, the amount of times he encountered those who would willingly in the face of divine intervention try to curb the instinct, surprising, when the flow is allowed to run freely, magic happens, same as words that come from a writer, the harmony that runs from a soul, the creativity of a child, there are hordes of examples, what happens when the kings of the material get their hands on it, they try to channel it, and it rolls on and usually dies, the original flow lost, or the reason for it’s being. What was that song, the words, the music, Eric Clapton, wisdom in song and rhythm, I’ll tag it to the blog he sighed, and help that flow along, amen.

World Wide Weary…

How many people, it must run to many millions, the number of people, men women, many professional, who spend there time conducting inquiries, regurgitating old news, while everyday another reason for inquiry reaches their doors, the proverbial tsunami of bureaucracy, Pakistan, New Delhi, Geneva, Washington, Ireland, the United Kingdom, everywhere you look, inquiries into the past, while ignoring the now, what a waste of total resources, enough inquiries to feed the hungry and house the homeless across the whole darn world, so much world wide inquiry that is making so many, world wide weary. It’s a pity sighed Solomon, the total waste of resource, for sure he sighed, Jesus would shake his head at them, if it keeps them busy and so many employed doing zilch when it comes to results, they are just confirming the words of old; very few of them are wise.

Outrage in the minds of the conscientious, without inquiry we would forget it all, without inquiry so many jobs would not exist. Meanwhile, 25 trillion lies off shore, safe from inquiry, and there is no inquiry into that at all, it doesn’t add up. So many were blind, and so many righteous too, pure weary. Solomon was asking for wisdom to intervene, and being a daily seeker, he was expecting answers. There were those who wanted the attention of all to be stuck to this world, while ignoring the promise of the world to come, there ought to be an inquiry into that he sighed, what is rare he sighed, the use of wisdom at all. A smile crosses his face, once you float the ship it sails, once you push out the idea, the tide changes. It had been going on for some years now, amen. Do you want to be healed, he imagined many did. If that’s the case, focus on the world inside, Spirit, it always survives. Those who tampered with the well being of Spirit, were now putting themselves firmly in the eyes of the Heavenly life, amen.

Meanwhile, the vulnerable children are being fed into the machine, while those conducting those inquiries, are doing what…..

When you see the cloud, Spirit, great changes, unstable leaders, nations in chaos, well, it’s time you read the ancient scriptures, it’s been said it was going to be like this..Mercy!

More Valued Than Gold…

Mavis is laughing, her gummy mouth is in the shape of an arc, She can’t believe her nephew’s story, he is not sure how to re act, I just got the sack and she is laughing. It’s the first time she heard something so silly, it brings her back to a time, they were part of a crowd, all girls, Elvis had come to town, boy she wished she’d legs worth looking at. God can do anything, she hears the voice, did you say something, Jimmy shakes his head, raises his eyebrows, the old dear is losing her head, it won’t be long now he sighs to himself. Mavis listens to the voice in her head, she can’t stop smiling, is it you she sighs, she recalls her deceased husband, jimmy assumes she is totally loosing it, well, something they have in common, both on the loosing side.

 

It’s mid day, the trolley girl comes in, Mavis your looking an awful lot better she says, Mavis smiles. He’s my nephew she says, her voice clear, and precise, not the usual slow hiss. Marion, the nurse, looks at Jimmy, you have a talent for waking the Spirit, maybe you have a talent for that she says. She is cute he thinks, he is nearly afraid to look her in the eye, they might ban him from the old folks home, he gets over the thought, Maybe that is not a bad idea he replies, I just lost my job…

Mavis hears the voice in her head, God Most High can do anything, you just have to believe.

Mess Up for Heaven’s Sake

She is an addicted cleaner, she spots dirt, she blows a fuse, her temperature rises, it’s as if she has spotted a demon, out comes the chemical rescue, a squirt here and there, got ya she smiles, while killing anything organic nearby, will you leave me in peace he says, she has the brush under his feet, he is trying to watch TV. She doesn’t listen, this has been the way for years. Solomon sighed, those were the days, a memory that makes him laugh, it wasn’t anything to be shy about.

Being an educator, you can’t make a cake without creating a mess, same way you can’t teach a child without getting upset, difference is, what comes out of the oven. The boy is small, a learner, just imitates and wants to get on with life, pulls a chair to the sink, playing with water, everyone small loves it, the splash and the mess. Roll up your sleeves, the boy turns his head, will you shut up he says, there is a smile on his face,  i said roll up your sleeves, I don’t do laundry.

The mess continues, there is water on the floor, there is water everywhere, are you finished yet, the child is washing the dishes, placing them on the side, Solomon is watching carefully, doesn’t want the kid to slip, eventually, eventually, the wash up is done, it’s time to negotiate. The dinner is always a task, how do you get them to eat healthy, do you remember the wash up he says, the child nods, doesn’t notice the spoon in the air, open up, the boy opens his mouth, another mouthful gone.

Mess up for heaven’s sake, there is bargaining power in it, it’s not just mess, it’s real learning. The mothers look at Solomon, what do you know about feeding children, he sighs, there is a cake on the table, he reaches for it, not before you have eaten your dinner they say, i suppose.

Spirit to Spirit

The interests within, words connect, like friends, burdens are put down, ease of mind, even if the conversation is tense, when the Spirit’s can relax, be true to each other, wisdom is engaged, both are listening. In a narrow minded world, with many narrow minded minds, same way the coronary artery constricts, not enough good exercise, bet you never heard your heart surgeon speak like that before, but it’s a good analogy, whatever, the Spirit relaxes, anxieties are put aside, and when the meeting is over, there is a feeling of being relaxed, how easy it sounds.

The other end of the spectrum, anxiety, wanting, need, fear, leaving you a nervous wreck, planning without knowing it, seeking ways to escape, be it the weekend or what, big difference in the two paragraphs, one leaves you relaxed, the other, stressed.

Solomon prayed to His Father in Heaven, there were extremists hoping to cause anxiety fear and stress, hoping to take advantage of others, remind them Prayed Solomon, that they will have to account for it, he sighs. The wonder of divine intervention, priceless.Featured Image -- 1110230523