Self Image

Who am I, the thoughts in that head, where did they come from, where was the nurture, who encouraged them, was it all an accident, are we chosen. The thoughts run through the mind, the ideas that rise and fade, the morning workout, the night time surf, the eyes, you didn’t see that, the quite footsteps, seriously, like a thief in the night. Image, Solomon

was looking in a window, if he was hungry it was a restaurant, if it was a bookstore it was a mind, the world to him was a menu of choices, was that the message that needed to be shouted out loud. Look, try another one, she won’t notice, she raises the hem of her dress, you want some, seductive or not, choices. the menu was a living one.

The trek to another part of the world, to perform the obscene, then the trip home, the flowers and the presents, got away with that you think, choices. What choice did a child have, depended on the example around them, self image, they do we do, amen. Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, it was not delusion, and the events in his life, were, just that, out of this world, so long as you make good choices, amen.

Cover Up

She puts on her robes, dresses the traditional way, covers up. Women pass her on the street, they look at her, odd they think, who’d want to cover up. She spends five minutes preparing to go out, they spend an hour worrying about how they look, who was covering up. She doesn’t seek the admiring glances of men, she has no intention to tease. It’s odd she thinks, the way some seek the attention, when they ought to seek happiness. One day they will understand.

the child comes homes after school, the welcome is personal, his mother is waiting for him, They discuss the school, what did you learn today, no stones no anxieties, they chat about the news, he tells her what he is doing, about the school trip next week. She smiles as she watches him leave the dining room, he is heading off to see friends.

The morning is a rush, they rush will begin in less than an hour, and they have to travel. They both “work”, and across town takes at least a good half hour. Come on Johnny hurry up, come on, you’ll be late, will you get your son to move she sighs, she has an early meeting, it’s her review. he rushes cereal, take it with you, she hands him a fruit bar, come on, hurry up, we’ll be late. They bunch into the van/car.

Perception sighed Solomon, there were those who thrived on attention, and those who suffered on account of the lack of it. One day they’d learn. If they gave half the attention to what was important, what a difference it would make. Imagine, going down the street, and everyone looking at the faces rather than the rear ends, where did that idea come from, cover up I suppose. Happy B day.

 

Call Out Loud!

scream, it’s not the neighbors, again, turn the TV up darling, who wants to listen to that, he flicks through the channel, will they ever give up, he’ll be thrashing the furniture next, broke a few vases last week. i’m going to report them for disturbing us, if the keep this up you wont have to, call out loud, who are you kidding, they will only call trouble, amen. Young child, young woman, young man, young, you can be eighty with the feelings you had at sixteen, the anxiety that you store inside.

Solomon wondered how hard it was for some to call out, the trapped souls, the trapped inside, the worry, the reaction of neighbors, the feeling of vulnerability and how others react to it, just one of those days. Everywhere there was vulnerable there came the vultures. I was time the human race reconciled itself, they were all in the boat together, and he had seen the round cloud and a few other ones. Numbers were repeating, it was going on for a few years, he wondered about the others too, had they not noticed. Amen. It was time to call out loud, the power of God Most High is within reach, heaven exists, amen.

Being Yourself

She sits on the couch, like a child, no reverence for social games, she is a child. The important people watch and smile, pay no attention to her, she is being normal, acting as a child. Enter the socially correct, the watchers from afar, what is she doing, this is an adult meeting, she is only a child, but it’s her home. Being yourself, how rare is that in the world. Solomon was after reading an article, yes, It was about the “Donald” again. His loyal assistant sits on the couch, knees up, in the presidential office. Solomon recalled a time, many years before, JFK and the picture of his children, playing in the same office, a family man. It was no secret, but being yourself in a world of political correctness was not easy, caring more what other people think of you than you thought yourself of yourself. Pathological liars came to mind, the socially deceptive, con men, fraudsters, ponzi schemers too. If more of us were ourselves rather than strangers,what a difference it would be.

No one made a fool out of God, but they made fools out of others regularly. Having encountered many inspiring events, a visit from the Holy Spirit, clouds, and more, Solomon knew that God Most High was oh so real, not the imaginary character or myth, many alluded to. The same morning he read the article of the discovery of the the remains of old Babylonian palace, unearthed, when the Iraqi forces retook a town. It brought to life, the old bible tale of the Assyrians, as mentioned in the Holy Scriptures. It was never a better time to be yourself. Everyone seeks truth in a world where corrupt news flourishes.

The Prophet

He sat for days, waited till his mind was free of the influence, the matter that was floating in his life, and all the lives within his compass, wait, then the light came, from a very distant land, a vision,

green, it was a cup of wisdom, and filled Him with enlightenment, then he headed away and said, the world is going green, amen.

Next

Was it for a good reason, the waiting room, in fifteen minutes, maybe longer, well, thirty minutes, in that time, Solomon read the international news, and you guessed it, Donald had grabbed the headlines, it was an explanation, of his success, the failure of the system, his opportunity. Across the world, the old guard was in chaos, and the elitist thought process that went with it. Being everything to everybody just did not work, it didn’t work 2,000 years ago, choices have to be made, and in many countries, they didn’t care where the change came from, so long as it was not more of the same. What next, there was anxiety in Europe, the assault on the new democracy, from many sources, all connected with extremism as we know it today, but it wasn’t extremism forty years ago. So much had been lost in a short time, the toys that became the way of life, the iPhone, the search engine, the computer games, and the race up the hill, it was undermining family life, and those at the bottom, were feeling the pinch, children, their

future, a world dominated by machines. It was all in the articles he was reading, and it affirmed what many knew already, the system had to change, there was too much of the me syndrome and little of the we version of events so many cradle in their ideals, but not anywhere else, what next!

Elijah

Words of old, the power of the prophets, the power of their words, have we forgotten sighed Solomon. He recalled an old story, put in words thousands of years ago, there did exist those with God’s Spirit in them, actually, if anyone listened to the words of Jesus, they would have learned it a long time ago, the power of heaven was inside you, the Spirit within.  Solomon was talking with a loose friend, an old friend of this man, was ill, and so the man suggested it might be nice to share words with him, he lay in a hospital bed.  A few attempts were made to connect, but it wasn’t possible, was it the same with people as they tried to connect with their divine friend, or did they leave it too late. having seen the cloud, and pictured it, having encountered Holy Spirit, and been inspired by it, was it not possible he sighed, to send a prayer to a friend in need, of course it was, so long as you have the faith to believe it, yes, that simple, are you willing to believe in Elijah, well if so, pray for what is

good. In times of great change, it is soothing to know, there is a power, that outweighs all other powers, and it is inside you. The story of Elijah, was a story in need of retelling, amen.