The Escape Route

She reached for the bourbon, drops two clicks into the glass, a few pills in her palm, she is used to them, taking them a long time, her head goes back, the tablets then the jack, she swallows hard, a good night sleep, she hasn’t had one of those in years. The TV is playing, the current offering does not suffice, she plays with the buttons like she was throwing dice. An old movie, she was young when they first saw it together, her eyes well up, the tears will flow, a combination of self pity, and love long lost. Years ago she had the chance, she chose the career over the chance, that love finally found her. Successful in all respects, the trappings are not a problem, the garden is perfect, does she give out about it, usually after a late night of booze, otherwise she is quite calm, till the night comes. She can build, she can encourage, she can motivate, but there is no escaping the hole in her heart.

Solomon sighed, Love has to be a flow, same way a plant can’t live in damp marshy soils, apart from a very few. In the world that attempted to own everything, including our genes, there was no ownership for love, only a responsibility for it’s safe delivery to the next. Many folks had troubles, everyone, some went deep, some went into despair, it was how you dealt with it, decided it all, the escape route. Building walls around your troubles, was only a delay.

 

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Artists Artists Artists.. United?

He has something to say, you should listen to him, she has a new voice, listen, artists, the small child has words he wants to say, he’s a child no one listens, why. Artists, the great global consciousness, well that was the way it was supposed to be, the collective thoughts contained in their works, be it sculpting, writing poetry, long stories, canvas, all filled with need, their heads and the hearts, pouring into the world their thoughts; man, I wanted to hear those words, they mean something, artists, and what happens, or more important, what is it that this all means. Consciousness, awareness, the need to show, the necessity to open hearts to new pathways.

What in affect happens; down through the centuries, anyone who harboured thoughts that conflicted with the dogma of the ruling class of the day, usually thwarted, unless they had the patronage of the same people, and when some made a break through, difficulty is what they found, resentment caused, labels applied, unwell, not one of us and so on, unless the general populace loved them and defended them.

Solomon was reflecting, there were so many issues, so many you’d be lost in the haze. He read about the difficulties the traditional sources of comfort were having; loss of personnel, message not being absorbed, loss of connection, and so on. In relation to divine enthusiasm, if you based your “art” or “vocation in life”, on the connection overhead (Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, the real one, was saved a few times), a power that hit the peaks at the time of Jesus, you would assume you’d hang onto the connection, not by cheating, but by incorporating the principles in your life. If talent dries up, maybe it’s time for a career change, rather than go fishing for others talents, those less organised as they say; otherwise their divine connection blurs then dies.

Solomon was comparing the times of Jesus Christ, the threats that he had to overcome, the weakness of the believers in the face of miracles, and the regular threat, same today as then, of the already organised machine that controls so many lives. At a time when there has been so many signs, and they are on the way, everyday in fact, the danger of speaking up, saying it as it needs to be said, simply, be brave.

Artists, avenues for thoughts to disperse; there has never been a more needy time for them. Your job won’t matter if the toxic dump leaks into your water supply; and the environment for your children won’t change into positive territory, until you make the effort to improve things; leaving it to your leadership, is the same as waiting for Godot.

Details of a Hanging…

The gory details, stretched from the neck, dislocated from the body, it’s going to be a party. The Children are dressed up, the Sunday Best, three men are going to the gallows, the local football stadium is the scene, TV cameras from around the world, this is Afghanistan, this is Kabul. The BBC correspondent, looks ashen faced, this is going to happen in the next five minutes, one of the condemned is shaking and crying, meanwhile the camera pans the crowd, it’s looking for a isolated little child, it will make the biggest impact, after all, there will be many in the west watching, it’s not time to be reasonable, after all, they are going to hang some living souls, right there before your eyes, we have to defend ourselves.

In Washington, they are debating the first attack of a nuclear kind, the day the world changed, a city obliterated, without hardly a word, over 100,000 dead in seconds, camera switches to Kabul, many have never seen a real hanging, this is the wild west.

Fifty million die during the second world war, the lesson learned, be prepared for war, the war industry thrives, cluster bomb, this bomb that bomb, patriotic or what, so long as they don’t land on us. Meanwhile over Syria, a Mig pilot prepares to press the button, he is given the all clear, there will be collateral damage, but that’s war, whoosh.

Solomon wondered, will they ever say it honestly, just once, amen.

Re thinking – Understanding Islam a re blog.

The reasons to be interested in the current state of Islam cannot be fully numerated. It is one of the world’s largest faith traditions. It is intersecting with other major faith traditions. We need to learn about our Muslim neighbors for all kinds of reasons. Dynamics of Muslim Worlds is a sometimes technical look at Islam around […]

via Book Review: “Dynamics of Muslim Worlds” — J.W. Wartick -“Always Have a Reason”

Donald’s Big Gun Story

Don’t open your mouth, hold your breath, that’s important, slowly, very slowly, now ease the trigger. The school principal is on the range, doing an examination. Have I time to adjust my glasses he says. There is a bead of sweat on his brow. He is training for the new core curriculum, according to Donald.

Solomon watched the TV debate, a first in real time, Donald himself doing the chairing; it’s candid, it’s not showy, and behind the scenes, TV executives are anxious, what is he going to do next. 400 million legal fire arms, a human army, in one country; this is not Afghanistan, (they have to import their weaponry, so do the Mexicans) this is real time America. In the public outcry after the school shooting, something has to be done, the thorny issue, the gun lobby, and the right to bare arms (not get a tan by the way, but to hold a gun). Is exploitation the new core industry everywhere?

Trillions are at stake, and every war zone and dictator in the world depends upon the arms industry. And getting your product to the market place, inevitably involves the loss of life. It’s called security, there are many ways they frame the issue. Hysterical officials and politicians, all have the same call, something has got to give;. it’s the arms industry or it’s us.

Dexter you are squeezing too hard his instructor says. Dexter is getting high on the smell of the gun powder, the burning smell, it hits the nostrils, Dexter always wanted to be John Wayne.

Donald might upset many people, but this time he got his aim right.

Is the world a safer place, is there a threat online, are we being cushioned from a greater truth. Solomon watches the conference. He changes channels, momentarily. A suburb of Damascas, it’s raining bombs, neighborhoods in ruins, planes fly overhead. He switches back, the conference is still going on. A day later, they are still raining bombs, the guns are still being manufactured. Naive perhaps, maybe, but there was a time not long ago, when it was difficult to acquire a good illegal smoke. Years later, it’s everywhere. Same for the arms industry. amen.

Solomon encountered the cloud, and saw blessings flow. He encountered Great Spirit, the real kind not the imaginary. He saw the signs, the repeating events, numbers too. How many reforming super groups, all reforming. It spoke of the divine influence. Imagine it, real time proof of divine assistance, it is a good time to be humble and mean it. amen

The Gallery Girl

Nerves, a shake of the hand, the opening of the exhibition, will there be anyone around. She read the blurb, how they extol the works of those long gone, who didn’t make a penny from it, yet they praise them all around, for the cost of buying the art today. The Gallery girl has no such illusions; she has heard all the talk, knows a certain truth, nobody does it for cash, they do it to show off the talent, a form of Gift, amen.

In war truth suffers first, the latest blockbuster about the Vietnam war, another example. Then it’s the artists, did the Dixie Chicks…

Dixie chicks really complain about the war in the Middle east, a million dead and injured many years later, on account of the rush to the front, like all artists, those with minds of their own, they offer a truth of their own.

How will God judge the exhibition, she is a believing gal; her talent is obvious, a gift. Will he wonder from exhibit to exhibit, or just look at the price tag and decide. Imagine it, God and the price we put on everything, in order to justify doing something about it; Gallery Girl Hurry up, there is an opening there for you too.

Martin Luther King Time – Re Blogged (never take credit for others work), God’s lawyers file papers against patent holders on his own creations, thieves!)

Originally posted on I didn’t have my glasses on….: This post is dedicated to the dreamers and doers who are making a positive difference in the world. May you succeed beyond your wildest dreams and what you accomplish create ripples that expand the goodness and greatness of humanity. With Love, Russ With Love, Russ I didn’t have my glasses on…. View original post

via in honor of martin luther king – dreamer and idealist. — Russ Towne’s A Grateful Man