Bullying

Spying behavior, the seeds of discontent, the worry at the changes, was it ever that different, Solomon was recalling the times of old, the mind set hadn’t changed, many were still addicted to control, some call it freedom, some call

it destiny, some called the tactics clever, Solomon called them cheap.

Down through the ages, it hadn’t changed at all, the innuendo, the threat to the followers, the anxiety and the hold. In the Networks there was anxiety, in the investors world, paranoia, things weren’t reacting as they used to, as if that was good for you. Picture it, the folksy chat, the painted gardens, the smiles and the comrades, the sense of getting close to the goal, soon we will have absolute control, then Imagine, the arrival of Great Spirit, Jesus, the movie when the outsider arrives, and how plans are thrown into the dust heap, while all the time the bullying continues.

Move to the modern times, the headlines, the over reaction of TV pundits, willing their supporters on.

It was one of those days, the sensibilities are interfered with, as if you are supposed to get used to it. Solomon sighed, the words of old on his lips,

“like children you must be when you approach the Father”

Those who covet control, want you beaten, tired, worn Spiritless, unless it’s them you support. He saw the spirit rise, he saw the strut constrict, Spirit means God, amen, and there was nothing anyone could do about that. You just know, it’s inside you, changes the thinking, and that’s for sure.

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Road to Perdition

It was wisdom in the beginning, then the customs were added like gems to a ring finger, the more they added the more envy it caused, soon they had to use the other fingers, more customs and more jealousy flowed, the wrist came next, then up the arms, till all that sparkled was the customs, which they

then made into laws, burdening mankind ever since.

Failure to listen, was a regular warning of Jesus, particularly to those in charge. He encountered those trying to discourage him, who even planned on killing him, for challenging the customs they turned into laws. It was as simple as love he said, it wasn’t complicated, it was a living thing, you did it or you didn’t.

Years later, on the road to perdition, the voyagers, sticks in hand, walk the thorny path, going to this shrine and that, just to remind themselves, how lucky they were. A little bit of home comfort, would it not have been an awful lot wiser, going to far away places, pilgrimage, call it a holiday and tell the truth, they built walls between the Kingdom of God and the masses, it was time to admit their mistakes. Solomon say the signs, others too, there were many boats, but in his heart, he saw few of them floating, amen.

The Descendants

He will make a good looking father, she is all bling, he has a sharp hair cut, and she has never been to speck savers. The jewelery is stolen, the car is hire purchase, and his wealth is based on using the vulnerable, he will make a great father. She likes his car, he has four of them, a triple garage, six houses, and an unlimited supply of cash, he will make a good father…., her children will look like him, that’s all that matters, it’s how she judges the world…

Solomon was doing a study of his genealogy, the family tree, where we came from, who our parents were, who their parents were and so forth, the habits, the interests, what is in your make up, interesting stuff, and recalled the ancient scriptures, and the line of descendants laid out, from the time of adam, down to Noah, and beyond, each generation a step, to this time and place.

Well, he was trying to understand why it would be so in the ancient books. He recalls the story of Jacobs well, the field given to the descendants, Abraham, and the promise of God, as retold by descending generations, and why it was recorded The lists are laid out, he read them, there for all to read, why was it so.

Reminders to our past he sighed, we are connected by faith, and the ancient stories remind us, the stories of old are true, the Power of God makes everything possible. He sighed, a friend was ill, and was bearing up, there are signs in the heavens, divine help is about, time to ask for a little help, we are all descendants, amen.

Just imagine it, you just have to pray it better, it’s that simple.

Extremism

Radical minds, trying to exploit, hoping to open old wounds, the targets, those easy to find, and those unable to fight back, Solomon was reminding himself, demons are alive and well, but there was a force, an energy that could turn them into babbling fools in an instant. As they rose to make their comments, trying to rekindle a supremacy, they thought that was their own, they put themselves in the line of fire, of the Heavenly ones.

The world was full of mistakes, extremism dressed in righteousness, had the support of many, the applause of those that thought them right. He sighs, he encountered the Holy Spirit, not the imagination but the real, keep firm it said and all will go right. The old networks were tumbling, the old days were spent, a new world was taking it’s place. As Jesus said to his apostles, as Esdras was told by the angel, the signs of the end will be made clear, national rebellions, extremism, don’t worry he said, a woman going through child birth suffers labor pains, it’s only natural, the same way, don’t get upset over the changes, these things must happen, while the world is changed.

Solomon imagined many hearts anxious, their eyes unbelieving, their ears burning, as they heard the rhetoric of hatred raise it’s ugly head. Be calm advised the angel, everything is going to be all right, amen.

Up or Down….

Did it matter, they were watching from the shadows, the coins in their pocket jingle, reminding them, there was more where that came from, eyes that pierce. He held the audience, they listened to his words, there was only one of him, they were plenty, how was he able to do it, they were getting angrier by the day, as he stole their claim on them.

Solomon was watching the old clint movie, the “pale rider”, the community miners, and the big business interest, and the conflict. As they stood together, they were strong, alone you were vulnerable, same as a woman on a late night street unlit, there is a threat. In the world of image, where appearances count for so much, did it really matter, where you came from, so long as you stood together. It was the sign of the believers, they did not make comparisons between each other, they worked on helping each other.

It made the actions of Jesus all the more remarkable, under constant threat, he beleived in the Father, and they were not able to do anything.

Don’t Blame Donald….

God works in strange ways, and when we have lost our way, he introduces new themes, new leaders, new thinking, it’s as if we have become blind to our ways, it’s not personal, it’s just that we became too casual, that’s all. So Donald acts like a spoiled child, he digs his heels in, doesn’t listen, is politically incorrect, is not worried what others think, and acts as if he is willing to dump everything, unless he gets what he wants.

If you ask me, he is portraying the actions of all of us, the bias, the favorite, the likes dislikes, the child who hears only one way, and does not want to listen anymore. Reflecting a troubled world, Donald does it well, he doesn’t depend on being liked, so we have troubles understanding him, take the example of the fish in the sea, getting more acidic by the hour, children under assault online, the average habit of the average human, not all that giving, shouting aloud what others want to hear, while in private, something else. It’s time to end the hypocrisy, that’s all. The carpet of human failings has become bigger than mount Everest, and those rose tinted glasses can’t save us, it’s time to ready up, change.

Solomon was reading about the foibles of Donald, on his way to put right, the North Korean problem, like no one else. His counterpart, is up for the change, and for the first time in decades, peace is on the cards for the Korean Peninsula, what no other leader in modern times, was willing to delve into, talking up the fear, is what they all did. If the world is going to heal itself, something new is required, may Donald and the Rocket man show the world, that no one is beyond redemption. In three years time, we might all be playing Golf there, unthinkable almost, but not beyond possibility, amen.

The Older Generation

How can they cope she said, it’s all credit, the two friends were sitting in a cafe, retirees, their usual afternoon chat, one of the grand children was immersed in debt, so the friend shared. He sighed, the older of the two, I don’t know what has them this way. He recalls the odd jobs he did in college to survive, he goes on, he is a retired doctor. She nods, instant everything these days, she nods, a woman crosses the street, the boob job, they can’t be real, he smiles, I noticed a few all right, the older generation.

Example, was the same as it ever was, followed. Solomon wondered did they notice the signals they were giving out. It wasn’t anything personal, it never is, till it reaches your door, then the great wish I thought differently moment. He was recalling the chat with the old friend, they talked a few yards as they strolled, about the energy of certain places, why there was a depth of sadness in certain towns and places, depression sighed Solomon, not like the old days, when they used to talk. Listening to the older generation was wisdom in action.

if only they listened to Mosses and hadn’t worshiped the golden calf, maybe that was a future lesson, and a warning to all of us, from the older generation, amen.