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.

Panic Attacks

can’t sleep, can’t think, I’m going to drown, i can’t eat, no buzz from the TV, the soaps no longer is attractive, can’t concentrate, chaos, it sounds like the morning of the super bowl, and your the quarter back, well it isn’t, the old guard have realized it’s no longer the same, and in some ways we have Donald Trump to thank, and the series of extreme thinkers, the political far right, they have wakened to world, and the heart is rising again in the strangest of places, amen. Okay, lets admit it, we don’t want the neat cappuccino set explain the world to us, and those who have their style guru advising them what to wear every morning, do we! Building their own Kingdoms while complaining about the current status of the competition, is in no ones interest only theirs. Ordinary people have come to realize they can have a say in matters after all, and isn’t that empowerment, as all the new age guru’s say. Perhaps you could be in Love, that’s another matter.

Solomon was after reading a story, and it reminded him of our need for Love and how easy it is to try to control it. In a nutshell, if you put the Love of God ahead of your own love, you have a perfect outcome. I’m seeing someone else she says, he hits a deep depression, rage anger sexual jealousy, I’ve lost her, I’ll get even, must ring the friends, warn them, panic attack, hot breath, deep chest movements, bitch, she is smiling as she says it too. Who is he, God she smiles, he suddenly relaxes, who can compete with that, no one, panic attack over, amen.

The Demon Seige

Boaz and his demon seeds, infiltrating the minds of the righteous, dividing and causing havoc, undermining, causing resentment, regurgitating, harming, unsettling the new seeds, sowing doubts, Solomon had a dream, and it was the death of the Demon Heads, amen. There was a mass of the dark threat, the demonic sect, that had infiltrated the world, gained footholds into many lives. Solomon was thinking of Saint Patrick, the serpents, Solomon was thinking of Jesus, Solomon had a visit from the Holy Spirit, why not, as Leonard said, ask for more. Inside many

gave refuge to demons, even praised them. In the last four years, the plans to overcome all good was unraveling. It was a crucial time in the battle, the angels had the upper hand, but the demon Boaz and his supporters, still trying to undermine, no longer invisible .In the same way Jesus cast the demons into the herd of pigs, do the same he pleaded, to those who undermine Great Spirit. There was a storm, a fiery passionate storm, it was loud, across the world it was heard, it was the power of the Almighty God, letting them know, what was going to happen if they did not amend. In his peaceful sleep Solomon woke refreshed, i got it he thought. Those who sowed fear and doubt into the world, were going to have a change of mind, and many blessings were going to flow, amen.

Extremism

Getting along, understand your neighbors, no real divisions, sounds like heaven, one side of the coin, the dispossessed, the vulnerable, the victims of their upbringing, the inability to escape family values, the interests the family share, failing politicians, and the right wing left wing extremism, busy burrowing into the psyche via the internet, and the fake news syndrome, those pushing agendas causing chaos, undermining, in the hope of unsettling everyone who does not share their views, the other side of the coin.

Solomon was talking with an Islamic professional, and in the course of the chat, Solomon was doing the talking, his Islamic friend says, this extremism, it’s been going on all across the world, have you not noticed. Both He and Solomon were believers, and he wondered, what was all the difference about. When examined, his friend was right, the stress caused by extreme Islam, the non loving version, had been a cancer across the Islamic world for quite some time, and the source of many wars,far away nations got involved in. Then there was the question of Jesus, recognized by all the main religions, the bridge between them all. Why had no one tried to build that bridge. Perhaps, it was time for this to happen. Allowing the extremists to dictate to the rest of us was tyranny. A common prayer was needed, amen.

Into the west, the situation was much the same. far right, extreme left hoping to take advantage of the so called change. Was it not a time for a reasoned debate on the prospect facing us all. Solomon was just saying it. There was a growing band of disenchanted souls, and they were not alone, and there are these extreme groups waiting to size them up. Dear Father in Heaven, keep an eye on their plans and turn them into babbling fools, amen.

A Moment of Bliss

Rare, in the company of rare beauty, Solomon was in recall mode, moments in time when life suspends itself, as when in the company of pure love, not often achieved in a world that values everything according to return cost and cash. It was a timely reminder, the difference between the Spiritual Feeling and the material, one would last forever, the material would fade and be forgotten till the next material high. He was contemplating on why more positive divine interventions don’t happen in control led spiritual gatherings, where those leading the parade assumed more prominence than they were entitled to. It drew him back to the words of Jesus, the wealthy taking the seats at the front, the needy to the rear. It was supposed to be the other way around. Pure love is that, the needs of others overtake your own.

In the confused world, there were too many chiefs among us, each declaring a better option, but the game going round in circles, the stranglehold of the elite choking off the supply of Spirit. He encountered the Holy Spirit in real time, and saw many magical things, wondered why those who taught the ways of Jesus were slow to practice his approach. There are moments of bliss waiting, why focus on guilt creation, the direct opposite to enlightenment, smile.

There were many in great need, positively in need, there was 25 trillion off shore, there was no lack of resources, that was the perpetual lie. Having encountered divine intervention, Solomon thought it wise, that the so called in the know folks wake up, and seriously fast. The image from the sky was one of many events he encountered. It all pointed to a world under divine judgement, amen. A moment of bliss for all true believers, the good Samaritans of the world, and word, amen.

Big Child

He’ll arrive, the child waits, prays regularly, says it in private, no one knows, his prayer. Solomon listened, he was a child too, of His Father, the trouble was, which the small child didn’t know, that those with talents, sold them for cash, to transform their own lives, others an after thought.

At school he concentrates, he’ll arrive, the promise. Day passes into weeks, the weeks become a semester, a year, the child still waits. Seeking comfort, anything to ease his anxiety, he dabbles in playing mind games, when that comfort leaves him, he dabbles with pills, the alcohol follows, the rest is history. The void had to be filled, not with empty promises, but with today. The changes going on globally, were just a reflection of what the Big Child had to endure, just as Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen sang about.

He sits in the corner, doesn’t talk, refuses to co-operate, won’t eat vegetables, he is making his complaint, amen to the Big Child.

Before matters worsened for all the big children, it was time those who hid the secrets of true wisdom,

and the many warnings given down through the ages, opened up. Solomon saw the Holy Spirit, the other gifts too, God Most High was not myth, and those in positions of authority were under the spotlight like never before, amen.

My Camp

No immigrants, search them out, frighten them, chase them like rats, round them up, it’s not Germany in the thirties, it’s America today. Developed by immigration, the great hope, is adopting the tactics of Adolf Hitler. Calls the Mexican people degenerates, (the cheap labor provided by mexico transient workers has saved the agricultural industry), apart from the workers who came to California to do the jobs Americans didn’t want to, (cheaper too). like Mussolini in Italy, modern day fascists are all chomping at the bit, they have a friend in the pole position, what is going on. If ever there is a lesson in history this is it, those left without hope will find it somewhere, the kid in the ghetto seeking a way out, eventually, the systems burst. As the rich man said in the parable, from hell where he lay, could you not send a messenger, just to warn them. Ironic thought Solomon, 2,000 years later, those words were more apt today, than when first spoken, amen.