Nature and the Human Mind

Can we sell it, well I guess they tried, are there those who try to distract us, what do you think, the two souls are at the zoo, in the bird zone, they are there in response to a question the child answered, it made the old guy laugh, and that does not happen often enough. He was teaching his grandson, trying to make himself useful, after all, the boys mother, his daughter, was providing him, the old man, with the shelter he needed, and if he needed reminding, it was cold outside, he could feel the warm heat, not daring to go outside, so he decided to teach the young child.

“A humming bird is a chick the sings”  smiled the little boy, his eyes turned sideways, he half glances up at his grand dad, wondering what will be the expression in his eyes. It bears a smile as he well knows, but the assurance of having someone older with all the right answers, was and is a luxury few have these days. Grand dad laughs,

“you mean one of those girls on the TV who sing,”

the little boy nods. It’s the days end, mother comes in the door, spots her father teaching her son, he is in good hands. A week later they are at the zoo, all because of the sweet little humming bird.

Nature sighed Solomon, there was a need for a greater awareness, the numbers didn’t lie, he thinks of the boy and the hummingbird, when they get it young, it always pays off.

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Migrant Mary

The tent leaks, it’s cold, but there is a TV, she is watching CNN, the debate is very personal, they are talking about the “Wall”, the door is closed to her and many like her, Dear God she says, is this always going to be their way. For cash they will allow the “dreamers” stay on, what sort of thinking is that, to build a wall, everyone knows you can cross any border these days. Mary is not your ordinary migrant, well, no migrant is ordinary, they take extraordinary chances to create a life, and they do. Miguel comes into the tent, her seven year old son, what are you looking at Mam, they are discussing us she says, his eyes light up, you mean we are going to be famous, he gets excited inside, everyone wants to be famous these days, including, seven year old Miguel.

The diseases have eased since the red cross doctors arrived, but the food is staple, porridge with lots of vitamin, meanwhile, the leaders of Davos, sit down to an eight course meal. There is a flash from the cameras, looks delish says Miguel, he is fed up with the bland food, and used to doing without. What are they discussing he says, he’s a smart child, can ask the right question at the right time, will make a good job when he grows up, if allowed, the other options don’t augur well, he is smart, and that is not something to be wasted. You don’t want him becoming a terrorist.

A teacher in her homeland, a number now, counted with millions of others on the move across the globe, when your without and you don’t have an address, there are few who take you seriously.

Solomon sighed, when will they apply the wisdom and teaching of old, all those old gitters are going to face the eternal judge, for real, they will all have to account for themselves, with all their educations and those expensive schools, you’d have thought they might have learned, have they not seen the signs in the Sky, should have gone to the opticians sooner I suppose. A war was raging, the old time nationalists wanted to turn back time, problem was mother nature was weaker, and they were all being used by the new world extremists. At least after all the troubles of the past, the younger set were not going to fall for that, as for Migrant Mary, the tent leaks, the air is cooler, but Miguel still dreams of being famous.

Old Hungry Tired

He looks at the weary old dog, she served him well, was a companion for many years, and always a friend, watched over the children, was wary of strangers, and wasn’t afriad to growl when necessary. attentive, she is old now, her limbs are not the same, as you get old they wear out, limps mostly, but he has an extra cushion for her near the fire, she will live out her days with honour and care.

Solomom sighed, so many old and lonely, men and women, out of the spotlight, out of mind, same as those news stories, once the channel changes, quickly forgotten. The leaders of the world, had they a conscience, they will complain when their dinner is cold, send back the slightly over cooked beef, make a big show of whose boss, while leaving so many elderly, many whose pensions were stolen by their friends, to their own fate. 25 trillion off shore, there has to be a remedy for this.

Solomon encountered the “Spirit”, the heavenly help, had the words, was told to write.  So many old hungry and tired, so many economies stolen from, while the off shore havens, bag the cash, the diva’s worry about their make up, the voices sound off about all that is wrong, speak of their love for Jesus, well, it was time to show it, amen.

Solomon recalled scripture, when did you know me Jesus said,

“when you took care of those less forunate than yourselves, those in need, when you were compassionate, that is when I Know who you are….”

Open Your Heart

Are you listening, are you too absorbed in yourself to hear, is all you hear your own voice, do you wonder when you read the headlines, can you feel the pain that is felt. When you pass a stranger on the street do you nod, acknowledge, do you carry on down the street, have you forgot the  man begging on the street, when is the last time you opened your heart, have you joined one of those perpetual complaint groups, do you smile a snide smile when you see those above you fall, do you take pleasure in the harm others suffer, are you listening. When was the last time you did something off the cuff that was just good, have you practised all those great sentiments you tell others about, or do you hum inside when they listen to your voice, are you a complete airhead, all noise and no substance, well, when did you last open your heart.

I was hurt he said, he was a bastard she said, recriminations,

so I joined a help group instead, and made a career out of it, when you could have opened your heart and did what Jesus did, forgive, even went to the cross to get the point out, don’t bring the baggage with you, it will drown you.

Solomon smiled, the fingers were ripping across the keyboards, well they always did, he didn’t have to make it up, just let your spirit do the talking and watch the magic emerge. Open your heart, there are so many blessings waiting to be poured out, don’t fill yourself with resentment and hatred, we don’t all eat meat, and sushi is interesting, porridge too. We are all made to be different, same as those flowers, and the birds, wake up, amen. He encountered the Great Spirit, the seal of the divine, it is there, you need to clean up the inside and learn to forgive, amen. Open your heart. If another does you harm, relax, God settles all accounts, and with all the outpouring of Spirit, there are many quaking in their boots, believe me, amen, smile, this is just the beginning.

Me Too Me Too….

I want some, me too, me too, the child reaches for a piece of cake, mammy slaps his hand, me too says the mother, isn’t that incorrect, mother turns her head, her daughter in the corner, you want some too, no, her daughter says, it’s not good for the diet either, mother shakes her head, me too. Headline in the paper, me too, another victim cries out, well, who hasn’t suffered in this life. The list of performers, so many suffer, loss of a child, those that hurt pour that hurt into their art. Meanwhile, they all forget the fifty million who died in the second war, no lawyer to represent them, no cause to shout for them, few celebrities among them. Me too, I’m hungry, just about a billion of those about, hungry that is, me too, no lawyer to represent them, me too, amen.

If you want to change things, me too, amen.

It’s Not Doom, it’s New…

Misery, what woes have you to tell, her first meeting in the help group, she is nervous, misery got her there, hope will keep her there, it’s all new, she feels the new zest. No need to look over the shoulder, he is not going to barge in the way he often does, scaring the shit of everyone, cause he knows he can, she can even breath easily, and her smile is not fake, what a release, being able to be yourself.

The world is in the addiction clinic, there are so many changes afoot, it’s work in all directions, but it’s not doom. Solomon recalled the optimism of Barack Obama, the great speeches he parlayed to the world, how they touched the soul of many, it certainly roused the hearts of many, some might say, there was a bit of the JFK moment in it, hope, meaningful change, not more of the same. Along comes the TV star, Donald, promising serious changes, his ways, his mistakes, his attitudes, conflict with Barack’s, but the message is the same, rehab, we are in rehab.

It’s not doom sighed Solomon, it’s soul searching time, and who wrote those stirring speeches, a Jesuit in the making, for Barack, and prayer groups for Donald. It’s not all doom, you just have to wash the dirty laundry, what bit is yours!

Lifting the lid….

Have you ever realized as to the number of people who don’t wash their hands after doing their thingee, and the rise in infectious diseases as a result of it, just saying, It’s a bit of a stink, imagine the child in care, dependent on the adults who are not family, insecure, well, it’s why he is in care anyway, a what does it matter, if he overdosed Friday he”s forgotten an hour later, that’s a bit of a stretch I know, just bouncing ideas off the lid, gosh did another drop hit the seat, no one will notice anyway, did I wash my hands, who’ll notice, aha, so the world is a dirty place, no wonder the native tribes suffered when the white man arrived, all those diseases they brought with them.

Solomon was reading the story of the sentinel Islands, where an adventurer tried to engage with the native people, protected from such intrusions, by law, to cut to the chase, they fire down arrows on him and he’s killed, god bless him. This group of natives are kept isolated from mankind, because of the risk of disease the white man carries, and this is the 21st century.

Monday night, the news, the expose about those prisoners in their own homes, bullied and terrified, women who are slaves, children not allowed to have opinions, any form of Spirit, damned from the outset, cause it is against the rules.  The same goes on in front of your eyes, and it’s the story of many who covet control through religious means. Solomon saw the Spirit destroyed on countless occasions, and while it was a gift to observe such destruction, he imagined why it was not difficult to work out, that to gain Spirit you had to have some in the first place, just as the ancient words said.

The unspoken is said, there is a sigh of relief, it had to happen, amen.