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.

 

The Old Bishop

 

Scandal is a word, a condition of the mind, the fear we have of others, the behaviour of those we mind, the old man with a young heart, competing with the old men with no hearts, so it seems. They remember the expensive wine, the beautiful young woman, and how they fell in love, how did that happen, what a scandal they fumed.

Solomon was recalling an old warrior, who had passed to the next world, Eamon Casey is his name, a bishop who enjoyed good wine, rich company and a smile. He was sure God was welcoming him home, if only they were more humane he sighed, amen.

Word Power

get up and walk, get up and walk, the man got up and walked. In the beginning, words, in the end, words, the power of thought, the power of God within, it’s waiting to to awoken in you, it’s that simple. It was no blind comment, the proof was 2,000 years old. It was not an if, or a maybe, it was written in ancient civilizations. The pyramids, the holy sites, the visions of the prophets. it was not rocket science. Solomon was reading an old book, well new in one way, it was only 130 years old, a blip in our life history. He sighed ,why didn’t they explain it in the simple way it was given to them, this life was a transition, there was more to come. Well, if they fill your heads with all that is this world, what else will you think. Blind the mind, burn the heart, and survive, don’t think so, 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.

Mother Nature Calls

Human Spirit, well, the foundations, the base upon which you build, that leads to a higher love, yes, that foundation, the stuff that is essential for a well balanced future, not your neighbors, not the cousins, not those over there, your balance, that thing, whatever, you call it gut, you call it instinctiveness, it forms the basis for future building blocks. Remember, the old wisdom of the Indian people of north america, not excluding the hogi, and the Hopi people, there is a Mother Spirit, guiding energy, that points us in the right direction and warns us of dangers to come, obviously very spiritual, interacts with great spirit, God as we know it, that energy, that demands sensitivity when dealing with Spiritual energy. Yes, that energy, well imagine this, sacred lands, filled with old spirit, mystic, communicates with life eternal, and who decides to build a rail road through one of the last remaining dams of wisdom, to save a few dollars, you guessed it, The Donald.

Solomon saw many storms aborted, redirected, and forecasted harm avoided. Great Spirit is benevolent, wants to help, assist us in all we do. And those who practice the way, wake up in the morning to hear The Donald, sign his name to a piece of paper, that removes their peace of mind. The value of money over everything else, not a great way to start a presidency Donald, amen. Many souls played roles they had no idea of, and how they felt any given day, gave rise to all sorts of events. As Jesus said all those years ago, God is in all of us, we just need to create the space, amen.

Trump Card

Loathe him or love him, despise or have no opinion at all, but the politics of the world will never be the same, and complaining about what you should be doing something about, will do you no good. Twenty years of unchallenged assault on the sensitivities of children, the threat to love eternal, the bias’s so many share, well, it’s time to come together and share responsibility, it’s our world after all.

Solomon was listening to the permanent complaint authority, who just gave out about whatever it was they wanted to complain about, while doing zip about it themselves. Were they all blind these last twenty years, it was before their eyes, and the signs were posted on times square. Solomon was smiling at the prospect, everything that had come to pass, pointed towards a world in dire need of change. The message of change was everywhere, and the new global authority, would have to answer to the same authority that sent those signs. those that sought power for power sake, were going to need help explaining their motives.

The storms never arrived, the

weather was spring like, something great was happening, amen.