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.

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Rare Gems

The angel looked at Ezra, what is he thinking, don’t you understand, Ezra asked for advice, the angel had come to him before, so the visit was expected. what is rare said the angel, Ezra was stuck for an answer, a smiling child, the angel raised his eyebrows, he is trying at least, and listens, which can’t be said of many, who listen and walk away.  The angel shows Ezra a rare flower, Ezra nodded, all over the meadow there were different flowers, the angel was trying to fill Ezra with wisdom, join the dots, the angel is surprised, Ezra should get it sooner. Spirit, smiles Ezra all of a sudden, the angel was now surprised, where did Ezra learn that from, now the angel inquires, where did you come up with that, Ezra raises his eyebrows now, the tables had turned, isn’t that the reason we all exist for, ahem coughs the angel, Ezra is and will always be a rare gem.

Forty billion Jack, by the time we carve the company up, there will be ten billion left over in the reserves, which we can pay out, he laughs as he says it, payout meaning themselves, not so rare, amen. do they think anything else…

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The Hit List

God Most High pours over the petitions and prayers made in the name of Lord Jesus, those that are accompanied by righteous souls, are given priority. Peter stands quietly beside him; he’s never seen so many requests that made it to the Boss’s table. Pass me the wine he orders, Peter does as he is told. God sips a little of his favourite creation, then sips again, wondering, how best to unravel the mess, while protecting the good.

 

“have you got the names there Peter, those that sold out love, not the entire list, just the ones pertaining to the advertising industry first, they duelled with me for too long, assumed I didn’t exist, assumed I’m never react, even concocted stories about me, can you believe it” sighs God

 

Ten names are selected, less than one per cent, they are to have their lives turned upside down in a matter of days. God puts his seal opposite each of their names; all of them close associates of the evil one. He writes out a coded message, passes it to peter. Send it down, and if anyone of them tries to petition me or whatever, I’ll never be home, is that clear

 

Solomon sighed, what was it like with Moses in the desert!

Hawaii

The last kingdom on earth, well, the islands were just a spot in the ocean, the well being of Great Spirit, respect for all life, thousands of years of settlement, the comings and goings of various tribes, then the Europeans arrived, the missionaries, and then the decline. Interesting history, lilliaoukalani, being the last queen, taking over from her brother David. She saw the danger; the americanization of the Islands, the loss of the culture, the conflict between the British culture, the american culture, the use of rules, regulations imposed by those backed by the missionaries, the loss of muai, the welcome.

100 years have passed, since her passing or thereabouts, there is a book written by her, it tells the story, how the Islanders were betrayed, how the business class took over, how fear won the day. 43 years after the last volcano, the fire starts again, the memory of lilliaoukalani is awoken; Solomon sighed, he was just thinking of her the other day; the book she wrote, he passed it, there was a part he had not read; as he passed it, he said to himself, must get to the end of it, for she was a fine lady, cultured, a poet, songster, and proud Islander, then the volcano erupts, there is a earthquake too, well, volcanoes and earthquakes occur together, friends of the earth as you say.

Mother Nature is calling out; listen she says, this life you all are living is not justifiable, if you leave desolate the earth. Solomon sighed, they were saying the same about the rearing of children in the current age, amen.

 

Eternity’s Gate

The waiting is over, your going home, it wasn’t as expected, a car accident, you are not alarmed, you have a CV, you have done a lot of good, you did well with the tools provided, the gift that you used, to enlighten. So there you arrive, clean and washed, at Eternity’s Gate, the angels are waiting, you are blessed, to even get that far. you were always humble, you never bragged about what you could do, you were just glad you could do it, you knew this life was a boarding card, you just had to have it in your hand, when you arrived at “Eternity’s Gate”.

Solomon smiled, gifts, talents, the abilities you were adorned with, the ones that you never knew about, because of the confusion you lived with, just human behaving odd. It could be explained so simply. He re read some of the old scriptures, it was clear as ice, you deeds and how you treated people, that was who you were. Piety did not matter, inner truth did, amen.

The lights come on, the machine beeps. the nurse jumps, he’s still alive, they are sending this one back, his papers need amending, but he has the work done obviously, amen.

Run Run Run

Shrieking, screaming, shattered emotional woman runs down her long drive, her petunias have been stolen and her life has been destroyed. Mobile in hand she phones the police, they are private, they arrive in minutes.

Mrs B, what is wrong, one of them asks. He puts an arm on her shoulders, comforts the lady, “so what is the matter Mam,”

my petunias, my petunias she points, to the hole in the ground, they are gone. Her award winning flowers, the ones she was going to enter in the show (be dramatic).

Five minutes away, a child lies hungry in the Ghetto. so much for Mrs B’s petunias, amen.