Hey gang! I found a very appealing and fascinating set of postcards from 1907 , featuring newlyweds off on their first adventure together : – their honeymoon. These cards were published by the Julius Bien & Co. Lithographic firm, which was in business between 1850-1915 in New York City. Bien himself was originally an immigrant […]
It’s odd, on their own, a strand is easily broken, together they are strong, a good example a rope, friends are strands, in some ways, if you understand. She was talking to her aunt, they were having the face to face, it’s easier take advice from those outside the inner ring of family, they don’t know all your faults and practices, less biased. Maybe it’s why it’s easy to unload on strangers what you won’t reveal to friends, it won’t be a barricade afterwards.
Solomon imagined every prayer, a strand of hair, tie them together, you have a strong voice, something you can hang onto, even if the world sounds crazy. In this world, there was so much going on, not according to the thinking of some, sudden changes, unstable leaders, stupid decisions, babbling leaders, so much that has been hidden, is made visible again, in such times, many reach for ropes, help lines, attach themselves to cults, same way they rush to the supermarket when a storm is forecast. And even if the storm is meant to last a day maybe two, they get in enough stuff as if it’s Christmas, then the storm ends, the stuff is there, and they say to themselves, what were we doing.
Solomon listened to the words of old, a prophet wrote, the angel answered, don’t panic, you are not alone, endure and you will be all right. Imagine all those hearts, strands in that rope that never fails. On account of encountering the Divine Spirit, Solomon was obliged to pass the news on, you are never alone, and it’s only when you fear, when you are alone, amen.
The attention, free love, the extras, lots of friends, everything she wished for, but there is still a hole inside her, that nothing material can fill, why can’t it be normal. She envies her friends, they’re normal, the boring partners, the routines they have, he leaves the bowl down, never washes the dishes, is always giving Margot their child treats, he shouldn’t spoil them that much, everyone nods and smiles, inside her heart is longing, but she knows, you can’t bring children into the world without foundations. Her friends recommend the child in a box scenario, the artificial thing, you get a list of prospects, and do it yourself. It’s not what she wanted. She retreats inside, it has to be there, the original feelings, where did they go, how do you decide. Everything she wants, it’s already inside her.
The eyes are giveaways, there is an emptiness, she is replaying the lives of old glamour queens and actors, every time she see’s them on the screen, not me hopefully she says. when i get older, i will be surrounded by those who grow with me, those who really love, is it the price of fame, well it comes with risk. I’ll get through it. The next day she decides to slow down, three months later she is on a beach, away from the attention, and herself, the way she used to be, all she ever wanted.
She waits on the platform, checks her watch again, he’s late, but she’s not worried, he is aboard, the last time they met, was at a station just like this. her eyes are anxious, the wait has been long, the hour of arrival has passed, damn those railroad engineers, will they ever get their times right, same as asking all women to give birth at eight in the morning, so the rest of the workers can get on with it, she sighs, here it comes, the light is coming near, she can relax. Solomon sighed, wasn’t life like a train, you wait on the platform, waiting for ever it seems, then the light comes, and suddenly all you thought of, becomes more than real, cause you can feel it. How many had been patient for so long, the efforts of so many, the givers, their patience extended to the lengths of the earth. Smile, the time he encountered the Spirit, real time, it’s on the way, and so the changes are coming, and what is the driving energy, real time love. He heard the sigh in the heart, the words hit the insides that no other gift can give, the miracle of the Spiritual over the material, worth waiting for too….as for those who control, what grief, to think there is Heaven, welcome aboard dudes, I hope you have all been loving…
They blink, the sun, is it an eclipse, they wear goggles, straining their eyes, can you see it he says, the so called Guru. The followers are amazed, well, so would anyone, who saw an eclipse. Imagine, he brought us here to see it. Solomon sighed, stop the nonsense please. He read the ancient words, as Jesus said, the Kingdom of God is in you. They looked at him, what did he mean, it wasn’t what they were taught. Solomon sighed, those in religious circles, had for too long, made access to God a mind game, when it was all about creating the Space inside. No wonder advertising works!.
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!”
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.
Johnny trout is gasping, he is finding it hard to breath, another ton of garbage slides off the trawler, big chunk of toxic waste, boy the neighborhood has changed. Yo bro, his cousin calls him over, what is wrong with you, i can’t breath, his cousin sighs, when did you notice it, it has been going this way for years, light weight, what a cod!
Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, remind them Dear Father, they have to do a clean up, and the children are over stressed to, they can’t cope and they hide their ways, the others, wonder if they get away with it, remind them Please, before they turn the oceans to waste. Solomon sighed, that will get their minds moving, his prayers being heard that’s all, the day of the excuse was finally over.