Emeute, Civilizations and Victor Hugo….

You can have petty arguments that blow up into full scale revolutions, the harm you think your putting an end to, only to realize later the bigger hole you have built for yourself, thereby the merry go round of harm spins faster, the eye for an eye mentality that so many hold so dear, ends up destroying happiness and causing even more harm everywhere, the very goal you had when your started your emeute, as Victor Hugo would say, an end to it. Retaliate, how we hear those words, we have to avenge ourselves, we have to get even, we will lose face, how many wars were started with that mindset, nations and tribes emotionalized to the point of frenzy, while the voices of reason were drowned out.

Solomon sighed, it was refreshing to hear the comparative remarks of Donald Trump, who decided not to avenge the so called hurt caused in the Arabian Gulf, be it a blip, be it a bonfire started by a child, two tribes didn’t go to war, and reason was used, when the expected response didn’t occur. Emeute, struggles that can be solved without blood shed, you just have to listen.

Solomon was reading the literary classic of Victor Hugo, pages of rhythm, written 150 years ago, explaining how the world had to learn from it’s past. Many years later, after so many social changes, the core of the book, still holds. Hugo, Thanks for making the effort, amen. Having encountered the Spirit, Solomon had his own reasons for listening; we are under the Holy Radar, what a great feeling, amen.

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Demons and Angels

In a dream, the faces are clear, children transform into demons, preachers act the part, they rise the crowd, there are many who want to believe, the runaway bus, the church under repair, the driver gets out, wants to be saved,¬† the man with Spirit, the words of the preacher, so many want to believe, they know the name, they ask for a story, he is shocked and amazed, he can see the faces. they all want to help with the repairs. How is this possible, in dreams, faces he has never seen, it’s a warning and an assault on all that he knows, those that mislead and those that want to be lead, the sheep seeking the shepherd, the shepherd turning into a wolf. Solomon sighed, he did encourage the words of Jesus, and there were those who didn’t want to imagine; this world is not the end of the drive, it’s a turn around the road, from being out of control, your suddenly in the driving seat, responsible for your life, and you have to account for it, there is no escape from it, the uncomfortable truth, the truth of eternity, the everlasting gift, amen. Stacking all the cash, gloating over the control you think you exercise over others, the sly grins, the stuff you got away with, it’s all nonsense, you have to account for every yard. Solomon say the Spirit, the one that answers to the Heavenly power, just done, it’s real.

Those misleading those who believe, were going to get the ultimate warning. Amen

 

Great Changes

Waterloo, 204 years ago today, the smoke covers the field, the grass blood soaked, the revolution halted, a pause in the change, no tyrants please, we prefer Spirit, of the heavenly type. Old writer of that time, it was the weather he said, the gun carriages could not move fast enough in the mud, the battle had to be put back a few hours, then the great rescue, on account of all the seemingly unconnected events,  and as the old writer said, waterloo itself was no part of the battle, it was where the report was written about the battle. The battle was lost but the victory was with the loosing side, the end of the feudal systems, that had dominated life, the formation of the EU one mind

, and even today the fight continues, as there are those who want that model of community to fail, in order to allow countries to become havens to the will of devious men. Together, you can’t fail.

Solomon spent thoughts on the many interventions, the unseen events, that transformed, loss into victory, the D Day weather changes, the earthquake after the Death of Jesus on the cross, it is the power of Spirit. Focus on the world above, the light comes from Heaven, the Spirit that connects with it, it’s inside you. How many women died on account of thinking that, and how we recall them, today their Spirit lives. So hear we are, the planet faces a battle, can we curb the instinct to consumme and give the earth breathing space. Solomon sighed, if there was divine intervention before there will be again. Waterloo looked like a disaster for the loser, same as Donald Trump was deemed a disaster for climate change, well, perhaps it’s just one way to draw all our attentions to the most pressing issue of the day, our living environents, social and physical, amen.

 

Olden Times Men and Girls

Two wives, or three, it was the custom of those times, no outrage, no cries of despair, no call for rights, no culling, no extreme thoughts, this was how they lived, the blessings, the children your love renewed, gifts, Spirits that your love provided space for, how simple, no guru, no extreme master or mistress, awareness of God, the center of the Universe.

Solomon read the story of Hannah, an old Jewish tale, recounts the woes of a young married woman, a descendant of Abraham, as so many of the Universe are. She appeals to God, her prayer is answered, she keeps her word, she calls her son Samuel, dedicates his life to God, three thousand odd years, we remember him.

So the streams of understanding spread out, different groups or cults, new religions, all with the same God, just a matter of understanding, pride and power is very hard to overcome though, have you seen the fashion these days, who with no money needs reminding, how many children worry, they don’t want to appear poor, the poor everywhere treated appallingly, get real. Throw away those rose colored seeing glasses, open your eyes, are you afraid to stare, don’t look that way chuck, what she says, that guy looks like he will rob you. How fear is so easily passed.

She puts on her make up, the babysitter is late, checks her phone, hurry up molly, she has to be on the floor by eight, otherwise they will dock her fifty bucks, with another fifty for the sitter, that will cut her wages a hundred bucks. She runs down the street, hopes it wont rain, gets to the club on time.

The floor manager gives her a feel of the ass, nice dress Marcy, she hates that, how he feels up the girls, some so young, she hopes they will escape the joint. The belly is over his belt, many dinners and too much good living, has taken one of those upper pills for the lower region, wants value for money. She looks at the wedding finger ring he wears, what woman married that lump of blubber. Old men and young girls, you wonder if there is an angel or two among them?. You just have to hope.

The Calm Inside

I’ll be home tonight, the echo down the line, the pause, it’s going to be fine, the hearts will unite, and peace will be found. She hangs up. The worries of the day will be set aside. Years before, western united states, The wagon people, the wanderers of old, setting off across the wild west, seeking refuge, a new life, hope, had a few run ins with those they met along the way, the food is not great either, and a bath would be wonderful. Then smoke is seen in the distance, life, it’s a building with a smoke stack, relief, the calm inside, we have made it. The Salmon sets off across the Atlantic, a six thousand mile swim, home to the seed beds, a small river inches deep in water, same as a blob of blood in your little finger seeking it’s way to your toes, nice comparison, but it has to reach the end of your big toe in order to start over again.

Solomon was recalling the calm in the temple, a large crowd had gathered, there was an evening of remembrance going on, and many had come seeking a blessing, then the Spirit filled the entire building with a perfect calm. The Preacher began his sermon, the air was crystal clear, there was hardly a breath to be heard, there was a Holy calm, the Spirit had come home. Solomon sighed, who would believe this calm in a world so worked up, but there it was, as rare as a glass of crystal clear water.

It reminded him of the calm that filled him, the night the “Spirit” arrived in his life, as he watched the dancing spectacle. From that day he knew it would work out, and it had. It led him to a calm inside, amen.

Exhausted

too much, impossible, trying to handle it all, relax, reach for the TV remote, maybe the V

alium, how do I get rest and solve this, the thoughts that surround your head. Distractions, there are causes everyday, everywhere you look, the teacher is exhausted, How do we put up with all this stress, it’s constant, strange leaders, our morals on show, as bad as seeing dirty underwear everywhere, How can I escape it, the deadline, the mortgage, the rent, the children have to go to their piano lessons. Stop, Solomon sighed, you want the fix that is immediate, it’s simple as this. Pick up book, a story that lifts you, put on a piece of music that you can listen to, breath. In the space of minutes, you will begin to relax. We life in a world that tries to wear us out, we just forget about ourselves. Even Jesus had to escape the apostles, Amen.

It’s a matter of time….

The trouble is it never changes, the same things happen over and over, Amo is listening¬† to his friend, they are enjoying a coffee at a favorite coffee shop. The two friends are mulling over the times, they are near their end, it’s a matter of time Amo says. His friend smiles, the two of them are not what they were, the limbs are worn, and the eyesight is fading, but they have been friends a long time. They are discussing the end of days, not theirs, that’s a given, its the new world to come that excites them. A lot of new voices are rising up, and there has been many signs, as written in the books of old. Could it be true Amo says, he is excited. The second plane landed on the water, and all survived, the names in the press have an ancient heritage to them, there are changes going on in places no one could have considered, and a TV character is now the president of the United States.

His friend smiles, his head leans left, a smartly dressed young woman passes, just out of his age range by fifty years, Amo leans left too, those were the days, then adds, that New Guy too, at least he’s got serious medical help. Another young woman passes, her head at an angle to the ground, bent over, she is reading her phone, how does she do that without falling over. Amo laughs, it’s good just being able to walk.

Solomon sat at another table, the conversation wagged his ears, he wasn’t spying, he was learning. A matter of time, Ezra said it, or was it the angel, when the time comes, the birthing process begins, a serious of signs, the soft warnings, then it gets closer. It reminded him of a spiral. A matter of time, why not invest in Spirit, he sighed. Given the changes going on, the human race could do with more credit in those hidden places, it’s a matter of time.