Going Back to My Roots

Where do you come from, what is your history, what do you know about your relations, are you from a tribe of God, what has your life been to date, what skills have you acquired, what do you plan to do with them, the talent you are given, the habits that were passed on to you, the ancient wisdom, certain gifts can be passed on, family to family, says so in the ancient scriptures, it’s the same with love, parents live in union, the habits they have they pass to their children, going back to your roots, where do you come from, and does it matter.

Solomon sighed, He was reading the ancient scriptures, and saw the genealogical family lines, the generations of families in the life of Jesus, all the way down the line, the sons of Noah, and so on, David, etc, it is all recorded, then the great dispersal, when the Jewish decendants were moved around the earth, where do we come from. If it’s laid out in ancient times, what does it mean for the current times, simply this, there exists those with the Gift of the Holy Spirit, alive in the world today, conduits of God’s Great Spirit. As we love, we pass on those gifts, amen.

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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.

Her Freedom, where she asks!

The freedom she is allowed, there is so much so see, it is as if she has been given her sight back,  as well as her dreams,  a far cry from the desert she had once lived. She still remembers the smell of the goats, dung burning in the fire, and the drought. Rescued, she was one of the luckier ones, apart from what they did to her down there, she shakes with fear every time the memory hits, who were these men.

In the Name of God and the prophet they said, he must have been a butcher then, who would do that, only someone cruel and resentful. In the bright light, she has found a new home, among the so called infidels, and she has never been happier. Being able to walk along the street, say hello without having to worry. The fear they sowed into so many hearts, it was not God they worshiped, it was something else.

Her voice can listen to the new sounds, her heart dreams, she is not afraid of her thoughts, she can do things she never did before, and her way of life, so much better as well. Her sisters still live there, her dream is to free them too. The fear they encountered when a stranger came to visit, the fear of opening your mouth, the fear of looking into the eyes of someone, the dreading, the death of the Spirit inside. The books they wrote, were not close to the truth, more an exercise in entertainment, they wear black all the time.

Solomon was putting words on an ugly truth, how Spirit was strangled to death in many hearts, voices squashed, the same way, Spirit was sucked out of so many lives, by the religiously chaste; if it was their intention to appeal to God, it was more an appeal to demons instead, did they not understand how to love!

He was in the middle of a war zone, a peace maker of sorts. The religious of his own family, doing their utmost to curb the loving spirit, based of course, on the intellectual thinking of the religious of course, who daily put mill stones around the necks of so many. There only agenda, was to curtail those that did not agree with them, nothing more. And they had allies, many of them. He was writing it to remind himself, they were not very Godly in mind whatsoever, it was an organisational thing with them, nothing more, and reverence for God Most High was far from their actions.

In the meantime, his Friends from the east were being urged to act, in wisdom. The amount of annoying behaviour that can be tolerated has reached its limit, in the face of divine blessings, and He was calling on all the Holy Prophets, to petition God Most High, as there was not much more that could be tolerated. His enjoyment of Spirit, had been curtailed due to their lack of giving while they spied, and harm had accrued on so many occasions, unnecessarily so, and he found this totally unforgivable, so he was sending it up, along with the plight of all the love trapped in so many hearts, on account of their inactions. His word was online, his efforts were known, they had one concern, to perpetuate the past, nothing had changed in fact, amen.

 

They ought to have been removed, amen. Solomon makes his petition in the Name of Jesus Christ, prayers and petitions made in his name are heard in the Heavens above, the greatest truth of all, amen, when from the heart that loves. He saw so many signs too, ask in the Holy Name, it’s exactly what he’d done.

The young women trapped in the desert, their voices and pleas were being heard… the story continues…..

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.

Unsure of Yourself

Jeans are high, the T shirt, she glimpses in the mirror, okay, need to do the

high lights again, she in on her way to meet her friends, they are always comparing, then again, when were we any different. Solomon sighed, the three flowers walked ahead of him, three flowers form the garden, a tulip a rose and and a daffodil, each different from the other. What was wrong with being different; If the Garden needed an awareness of color, there was no way they could all look the same.

The day reminded him, Jesus and the old controllers, the rules they passed on, the rituals they encouraged and spread, habits of the religion, not the habits of God. he wasn’t complaining, just reminding himself, what was inside you was what counted in the end. So if unsure of yourself, just ask youself this, What would Jesus say; Solomon smiled, it is going to be okay.

How Much More

The book is on her lap, the bed side lamp is lit, it rests at an angle, she wants to read before she sleeps, but doesn’t want to go blind, the new light bulbs overly bright, too sharp for the eyes. It’s getting to the interesting part, it’s a detective novel, they are about to unmask the killer, then the bell rings, she checks her alarm clock, after one in the morning, Cindy her daughter is staying over with friends, who could it possibly be. Her heart thumps, the dreaded feeling, the blue neon flashes outside, the police, something must be wrong.

She passes a picture of her only daughter, please God, don’t let it be her. Her throat constricts, the tightening of the chest, she struggles down the stairs. She lost her Husband to a sudden heart attack the year before, has only got over it. The door opens, the first face she recognizes, her daughter, a big smile on her face, a little bleary eyed.

“Ma, I’d like to introduce you to my new boyfriend, he drove me home, I hope we didn’t upset you!”

“Scamp!”

Death is not the end in any case, and those who think the worst better be aware. If you can’t forgive, you pass on hatred, it’s as simple as that.

Solomon was in the bar, coffee and a bite, he is joined by the seekers, they have heard the news, something is going on, and it can’t be explained away, the same way they hide the truth under the carpet, it’s real. He encountered the doubters many times, and as in days gone bye, they all want proof, somethings never change, amen.

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