Assassinations in Iraq, Donald Claims credit, talk of war increases, the words of wisdom speak…

I was trying to avoid war pleads Blair, does the guy ever give up, God Most High shrugs, lets him mouth on a moment or two, there is a long list. What did they do about the image from above, he asks Peter.

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They can build bombs, arrange PR, interfere, I want to see immediate responses, and I don’t care for another excuse. Peter is nervous, knows the tone. The divine radar is switched on. Delay it, he can’t. Hears the report, seems they sought more evidence, were unsure. He can’t report that. A major change in the top department is a real possibility. He hears the stories of change, it’s just the same old story, the mind gamers are at it full time. Decapitation of the demon and his, her friends are promised. A report came in, the child was let down again, and the threat he suffered only worsened, the Spirit inside seriously harmed. It’s a pain in the heart and God Most High will not tolerate it.

A worried Peter is unknowing; he has been interceding for a long time, but is stuck for a reason, and the plague that has been ongoing for too long, has been allowed to drift on, when they could have acted. The cosmetic changes, don’t meet the criteria for a renewal, something has crossed the barrier, a plea too far.

God looks at the report of the adult vice commitment, they are sewage in the eyes of children, and gives life to evil, it can’t be allowed go on. Leonard Cohen is in the outside room, he is waiting for a few words with the boss.

Peter swishes by, he doesn’t acknowledge Leonard, trouble wonders Leonard, he and peter are fine friends. Leonard raises his eyebrows; he has the usual suspects in mind. The robes that drape the vision, he knows who they are, but they are so widespread; it’s hard to tell who is and who isn’t.

I told you last year, I gave you the order, God raises his voice, Peter trembles, words mumble from his mouth.

Well, silence.

The last time he put the finger on the pulse, there was a public outcry, but it didn’t last long. The threat ceased, but it had reared it’s head. God was reading the prayer of the child, he is pleading, why me!.

Damn it Peter, I have been patient, what happened.

The usual suspects Father.

God waves his hand, peter leaves.

Leonard says, can I go in as peter trickles past.

Red or white, red answers Leonard.

God passes the crystal over, he sighs. A bridge collapse down below.

I sent you those words for a great purpose you know.

And a voice adds Leonard with a trademark smile.

The problem is they think it’s accidental, as if it never would happen again. God looks over at Leonard, sees the confused expression on his face.

Those invested with power stole it, those down below, all because of free will and that other mistake.

Mistake, Leonard is hearing things, mistake doesn’t understand it.

Succession Leonard, I should have put a number on it from the beginning, put a time on it instead.

You can change it can’t you asked Leonard.

I did, many times, retreated many times when I ought to have acted forcefully.

Ever have children Leonard asked God

You know I have

No I mean do you remember the time when you had the awe of a child in your heart.

Leonard sighs, I see what you’re getting at.

Exactly, it doesn’t happen too often, that awe is fast disappearing, and it is something I can’t ignore, its life for Spirit.

He adds..

I got them to go to the ends of the earth to select a new C.E.O., they had no choice.

It seemed to work quipped Leonard, who was not overly enthusiastic.

I thought he was going to do a full clear out, and renew the Spirit.

A pang of guilt crossed Leonard’s mind, but dissolved as quickly. Everyone took if for granted, least he tried.

I can’t allow the Spirit to dwindle and this last report, he handed Leonard the sheet. Leonard read it, as he did, his eyes filled with tears.

He handed back the sheet, I understand he sighed.

I get this everyday, but this child had it from the start and a helper too, was showing extraordinary Spirit. He lit the room he was that bright.

The wines good though smiled Leonard

The wine, God was reminiscing, children are not unlike wine.

Leonard had his guitar with him, and began one of his famous strums.

I heard that one, it’s one of my favourites smiled God.

A half hour later, the bottle was empty.

Outside a group was waiting to enter. Who is in there asked Peter, who was guiding the group. Peter put his ear to the door, heard the guitar. He looked at the group.

You might have to wait awhile. When Leonard and the chief got together, the evening extended itself.

Edit Your Head

What do you mean, well, they say behind your back what they are afraid to say to your face, Solomon was reminding himself of the power of Jesus’s and I mean power, his words came with authority, they were not a wish, or stuff you want to happen, they came with the power of His God, the Creator of the universe. Jesus wanted harmony, well being, respect, forgiveness, charity and compassion, well, how else could you enjoy the Father, and the great gift you have been given.

When Pharisee’s annoyed him or were talking about him behind his back, he just reminded them. Say what you like about me, Insult the Holy Spirit, well, that’s the line you can not cross, ever. With it being Christmas, the season for all that is good, well, it’s celebrated for many reasons, but for believers, enhancing the reputation of the Father, is tops. Being a Child of the divine, you have to make the effort, you are called to eternal life after all.

With the blurb flying everywhere, buy this, that, be kind, and the other stuff, what are you going to give me, there was a lot in the heads, along with the mad news from the political world, who could imagine what was going on. So Donald has brought all the dirty laundry to dry cleaners, and there is so much of it, it would remind you of the oceans full of plastic, it’s everywhere. Time to edit the head, without a clean environment, there is no life.

Meek Jesus..

Who made that up, believers, they didn’t wait for it to happen, they got involved. As for disparaging our vices, meek, He scattered the business’s trying to profit from religion, meek, what planet are they on, they should have gone to an optician. Humble, quite, passive, sit at home, pray all the time, that was not Jesus, that is what is presented as piety, possibly to keep the roman controllers happy: a rebel is fine so long as he says naught. Meek Jesus, does not exist except in some old heads, it was all about deeds. Faith was worthless without it, deeds.

Solomon sat in the modern temple, and listened. he thought about the towns in olden times that didn’t benefit from his Spirit, because they lacked faith, the power within. As for the kingdom, it’s not some far off place, it’s already inside you, amen. Being non violent does not make you meek.

 

Surviving Childhood.. Music Helps too..

 

Darn, the dreaded past, the harmful memories, the lingering anxiety, the built up anger, how easy it is to get upset, darn, did someone mention childhood again, does it ever stop, the heart cringes, did I really think that. Some guys have all the look, and hatred can last forever, well, if you saw the look on her face, Solomon could not beleive it, she can’t be feeling this, not now, married for twenty odd years, a few children later, the divorce, and hatred, he is getting younger while she is loosing her figure, how unfair is that, the new one is full

of beans, she has no children of her own, and now she wants to mind yours. bad enough loosing the love, but loosing your children too, man, how many children have family issues. Open the papers, the amount of celebs and the difficult upbringing they had, we all listen while they fill the coffers, are we all that mad, seemingly.

Solomon put a brake on the climb, waited for the world to catch up. The demons were in a hole and the more they struggled, the more crap they found, about themselves, not those they had undermined so succressfully for so long, let it continue prayed Solomon, well, the visit from the Real Spirit, brought a wealth of insight an entire university would have trouble figuring out, so why worry. To know that life is a stepping stone, meant there was a further step up the road. As the Prophets were told many years ago, the soul goes on a journey after the body passes, and it’s a great buzz, seeing the wonderful future ahead, not the dreariness some allude to. Survive childhood, those tough days, are the shovels you need to dig the garden, nothing more, trouble is, there are those who make a rich living reminding us of all that is wrong, and they seek victims same way a heroin dealer needs bodies, amen.

How’d We Get Here

 

It’s dark, there seems to be life everyhwere but no light, breathing sounds, slow movemements, it does smell okay, problem is, you can’t see anything, Fred is trying to work out what happened, he was on a night out, then nothing. He’s been here for days, and time goes so slowly, when you have no idea what to do or where you are, how’d we get here. He wriggles around, there is a spot of light, it’s brighter over there, and, he procedes slowly, the survace is broken, intense light, fred pulls himself up onto the ground, recognises, trees he thinks, and that’s grass, How Did I get here. Barney hawk is flying overhead, out for the breakfast, spots a movment down in the grass, he must be a hundred feet above it, but it does not matter when your eyes are radars. Barney, flies on, anything for the after course, nothing unusual, he swings back. Fred is still trying to get his bearings; adjusting to the new life takes time, said so in the PHD management manual he used to study, that he recalls, his memory is still patchy. Claws extended, one grab, Fred is now having a paraglding experience without the parachute, wow he says, how’d we get here. It’s good to be prepared sighs Fred, having recently increased his life insurance cover; he had a lot of enemies.

Love Me Love me Love Me…

She sulks on the bed, waiting, she is young, he loves me, he loves me, she keeps on telling herself, as if repeating the words will make it real, he loves me, why doesn’t he love, she repeats the mantra, imitating her teacher of yoga from the year before, her former lover. He was big into the mantra, her former yoga teacher, but the lines crossed, lust and need overcame any love that was there, same way the addict needs a hit. I’ll be angry all day unless you give me he says, and she willingly provided, he loves me she said, that was then. Now she waits for her new man to love her even more. A product of the new world, where access to all things, adult or otherwise is easy, she believes as many do, that giving is what love does, it gives. In this mood she repeats her mantra, love me love me, when she has said it a thousand times, it will become permanent in his life, and she will have him. she is an odd woman, born of the modern world.

Solomon sighs, what a conundrum to be in. Say you are of God, as many are, how can you love the Great God unless you love what he or she created. Solomon was reflecting on the words of Jesus; one of the few in terms of global influence among all religions, his words still true to this day. How can you love me if you don’t love those that love me, how can you. Jealous love destroys, real love inspires.

Her relationship takes the familiar pattern; intensity, the burn out, the end. Love only wants the best for you, amen.

Spirit Raising

The yeast in the mixture, the smile on your face, could it be that easy you ask. The glance across the office, that says it’s okay, we got over it, you can approach me and ask, the fear that is dismissed with eye contact, what’s the worry, the sincere expression that cannot be faked, when it’s real its’ real. the role of every life, Spirit raising, assumes that there is somebody more important that yourself in the room. The child comes home, the shoulders are shrunk, the child is worried, the mother knows immediately, what’s wrong she says, the child is not afraid, he slowly tells the story, in a minute he is feeling all right.

Imagine, Solomon sighed, it was a hard emotion, the small friend who can’t explain it, the fear that his phone hides, the worries of the bigger ones, the fear that is trapped and can’t get out. Solomon was sending the reminder to himself, those who were left behind while those who built themselves kingdoms thought it was all right. the toe rag mentality was a mind set of those of arrogant disposition, he had encountered them regularly, so he warned them about the Spirit, well, it was possibly the best news possible since the days of old, God is real, I have seen the Spirit, watch this space, amen.

Solomon smiled, it was passing on the Spirit, it was just an every day thing, no idols, 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.

Old Boy Blues

This can’t be happening Cardinal, it does not appear in any of our texts, it seems to be from the other Book, they don’t want to mention the word, why, it will mean extending their vision of compassion, it’s a touchy subject and they have got used to control, why would they ever dream of ever giving up that. You mean we are not the only ones, the setting, can’t you see it, 2,000 years earlier, the same argument between the Pharisee’s, as they gather to discuss the words of Jesus, anxious that he is getting a hearing and the crowds, worse still, they are listening to him, and he is even doing what the divine can only do, or is it demons.

The thought of eating without the ritual cleaning, and all sorts of food is fine with him, damn it, if this is allowed to go on, it’s going to make our rules and regulations meaningless, how did we allow it they sigh. Power, the old problem, and the zealots who are certain of their authority, enforceable authority, able at will, to undermine, well, when you imagine it, they put Jesus on the cross, hoping it was the ending of him, little did they know, it was only the beginning, and it’s being growing ever since, The Power of Spirit, and how it works to overcome the instincts that destroy us. Old boy blues, how can they explain this?.

Solomon sighed, the sun bursts from the Sky, the approval from on High, and no set of rules to coral it, just sweet simplicity. The old men could be discussing the fate of Joan of Arc, it could be anyone of Great Spirit, what happens, as Jesus said, they murdered the prophets and then afterwards, praised them. He was reading a book, the green cup of wisdom, words in the Islam Holy Book, is mentioned in the story, as for other words, they prophecy the Return of Jesus, too. In the end, the goal is the same, there are those who hold the words on high and repeat them, and there are those who acknowledge them, but don’t follow them, in the middle, the Wisdom of Jesus, solves all problems, for those who use them, same as good medication, taken with care, amen.

Music for Well Being

The day opens, in the Kitchen, the children come down to eat, there is tension, the argument the night before, the air is thick, you want the place to yourself, stuff is going around your head, and the silence does not help. Fighting the inner demon, you shout off your mouth too often, booze perhaps, you don’t want to admit it, since he walked out on you and the kids it’s not the same, the letter in the post and the imminent divorce hearing, the children heard the screams you made, trying to stay afloat in a very emotional world. The grief counselor advised you to try new things, the children will have to get used to a new surrounds, but you can’t let go, then you remember the old times, it was good, music in the morning, you had them humming in the car. Putting the kettle down, you reach for the radio, the delay as you put your finger on the on button, you don’t want to hear the music you all listened to as a family, when is father coming home, the call, what a heart break, you are in tears every time they say those hard words, worse than a death, he is loving someone else.

 

The music comes on, the children bob their heads in tandem, the anger seems to let go, you watch them, what did they do to deserve this breakdown in their life. You think, you forget the hurt, you feel the need in front of your eyes, later you read the papers, you begin to see through immigrant eyes, cause isn’t that what we all are, seekers.

Solomon sighed, he had a dream, the child without a parent, the small boy calling out for his father, someone to sort it out, the same needs all over the globe, the feeling of security, someone you can discuss your emotions with, without fear. The so called experts can only plan for failure, when things go wrong they come up with the answers, never before, always later.  Too much for many, the tyrants the same experts support are causing a flood of people on the move, of course they give the well spun answers, while the UN hide, well, it takes so much time to get it organised they say, same as the plight of Palestine, a concrete heap, where children become scarred with hatred. With the signs in the sky, they better get active sighed Solomon, amen.

Meanwhile, breakfast becomes a new musical festival every day, the joy returns, each one of you has their own playlist, and inside you begin to shine.