The Healing Spirit

He is in the bed, there are days, and this a heavy one, his mind is trouble, apart from the pain, there are memories. Lying on the bed, all the time in the world to think, the only noise, the coughs and roars of others in the wards, the rush of feet on the corridor, old age he sighed, wishing he could get to his feet. He has a rush of thoughts, it’s as if all that is wrong, his mistakes have come to overtake him, crush him inside. Fight he says, trying to push the images away; it’s a collage of all the harm he has encountered, why did I not do more. Please God, release me from this nightmare, please, he pleads, how I wasted my life, why did I gather all those things; the previous week he was worried about the insurance cover on his classic car collection; at this moment he doesn’t care if they all suddenly rust, what does it matter when you can’t take it with you. That was before the stroke. Alone in a private room, who needs time to think when what they have to think of is only about themselves.

Solomon had lunch with a good friend, a co believer; they were exchanging Godly wisdom, the conversation was alive, there was energy, the conversation they have; the lives that had touched them in many happy ways. How the heart fills with light, when you look outside yourself, how the body has time to heal, when you don’t have to stress yourself out. Rest sighed Solomon to his friend, a very thoughtful soul, who spent most of their days, encouraging the words of eternal life, rest is essential; as he pointed out to his friend, gesturing with h

is hands to his fellow diners; no one here got here on their own, no one ever does, amen.

Be Mindful

 

How is listening to you, perhaps your grand parents are watching you now, wondering if you have learned anything, hoping you don’t repeat their mistakes. Imagine it, those that you thought were gone,. watching you in silence, their Spirits wondering, perhaps hoping you turn to good ways, and actually help them, as the old prophets said, praying for the dead is worth doing. As God is the God of the living, it’s wisdom to remind yourself who is watching you. No need to blush, everything has been seen, even when you pick your nose, it’s clear cut. We all use the bathroom!.

Solomon was reading about the education on intimate relationships, and how those teaching it, had reduced it to a biological test, so the young students say, with no input as to the emotional issues, and what they, how, how you react etc. With society focused on getting everyone into the bed; well, it’s everywhere you look, it’s no surprise those who are young, find it confusing, how their hormones are dealt with. Jesus focused on compassion, he didn’t want to hear about your bed room details, our imaginations do that for us. So there are some who are outraged by the behavior of certain folks, but that’s ignoring the real issue; how come we create a society that is so focused on the lower regions, it’s not that the need to get together is ever going to disappear, unless of course, we turn ourselves into machines, that perform according to a script, well?

Jesus encouraged help and healing, not revenge and getting even.

Edit Your Head

What do you mean, well, they say behind your back what they are afraid to say to your face, Solomon was reminding himself of the power of Jesus’s and I mean power, his words came with authority, they were not a wish, or stuff you want to happen, they came with the power of His God, the Creator of the universe. Jesus wanted harmony, well being, respect, forgiveness, charity and compassion, well, how else could you enjoy the Father, and the great gift you have been given.

When Pharisee’s annoyed him or were talking about him behind his back, he just reminded them. Say what you like about me, Insult the Holy Spirit, well, that’s the line you can not cross, ever. With it being Christmas, the season for all that is good, well, it’s celebrated for many reasons, but for believers, enhancing the reputation of the Father, is tops. Being a Child of the divine, you have to make the effort, you are called to eternal life after all.

With the blurb flying everywhere, buy this, that, be kind, and the other stuff, what are you going to give me, there was a lot in the heads, along with the mad news from the political world, who could imagine what was going on. So Donald has brought all the dirty laundry to dry cleaners, and there is so much of it, it would remind you of the oceans full of plastic, it’s everywhere. Time to edit the head, without a clean environment, there is no life.

Boris, Donald, and a whole lot more…

Forgive me, so many reasons present themselves, in the news, the papers, the different groups, all chasing some sort of closure, then the next day, a new set of groups, new news, new stories, appear, seeking closure, a raft full of lawyers in tow, measuring the words, hoping to use them in their attack on some wretched soul, and counting the cash, depending on the size of the boo-boo.

Man meets woman, they get together, decide to live together, build a home, have children, as if it’s a given formula. The world begins to move, the love becomes a little toxic, the bond changes, the couple no longer feel as one, the split, the sharing of assets, a new beginning.  Is love that simple, you get to the super market and choose another, hardly, when the Love is divine. God is called patient on account of His patience, perhaps to help us be patient too.

Forgiveness, many with their reputations on the pages of tabloids, hungry journalists chasing the gold, offering money for even worse details. Do we really need someone explaining what happens when we go to the toilet, cause that is what it feels like, some one chasing our shit in order to sell it on to someone else, there is no other way to say it. Cough with your excuses, but it’s not chasing the facts, we pay others to sell human dirt, that is supposedly entertainment.

Queen Elizabeth, in the public picture all her life, so her children stray, the latest scandal, another chance to incite the taste buds; well, why else write such stuff. Hear the argument, we want to protect children; what do internet statistics explain, a strange way of explaining their safety, amen.

Solomon sighed; the signs were appearing, there is divine influence, there is God, and two thousand years after the first advent, the signs speak of the Great Return. In the circumstance, you’d think forgiveness was the new fashion trend that was never going to end, amen.

Spirit Woman

She screams but no one hears, it’s inside her, the torment, find me peace of mind, where, a thousand thoughts a second pour over her, it’s as if she is being bombed mentally, everywhere she looks, for you for you for you, I can’t get my head around this, she pleads, give me your peace, she can’t understand what is wrong, then she hears a voice, spots a face, her calm returns, she feels God is with her.

As Jesus said, we need space for the Spirit to reside in a healthy state, tell us, it’s something we all know, peace of mind, priceless. Solomon was remarking on the many souls he encountered on his walk through life, all of them, the descendants of past generations, habits and mysteries passed on. How do we create space when the world is on top of us, the bills, the education of the children, me time, sorry but the holidays have been cut, what, her thoughts interrupted,  I was trying to find space, she hears the mail drop into the box, what this time, she is anxious again, her money is short, what do they want this time.

So many walls are built to prevent us reaching the peace of mind we so badly need, so many give up and accept it, and those who protest about it, well, they are radicals. Solomon recalled years ago, all the weirdo’s, the strange stuff, well, it was never strange, was about longer than conventional religion, it was just never explained to us.

Is it possible he sighed, to set aside a week, one entire week in our long journey, to figure out how to slow this train down; Mother Nature is tired, the water is not what it used to be, the birds are getting pissed with us, even our own children are on the streets, protesting about it all; As said, Children will teach us all, perhaps it’s time to listen.

Woman Eyes Man….

It’s a different world, those in total power don’t feel so total anymore, they don’t eye up the girls as they used to, not in the workplace. Images, in the head, what is lying in the head, do they measure the size of your butt as well. She walks down the boulevard, she is no nonsense, she eyes two men coming her way, she throws a glance at them, they turn their heads to the side, avoiding her stare, what are you looking at she says under her breath. That is more like it, she walks on, her stride is purposeful, no goofball here she says, even if she sometimes wears a tin pot over her head, but that’s private.

She loves animals, adores cats, adores all living creatures, she is a Spirit straight from the cookbook of mother nature, well, she enjoys clean water, the outdoor life, clean crisp air, doesn’t mind getting dirty, she just enjoys being well. It started at school, she had a dream. She wasn’t the class A girl, she sat at the rear, did enough to get by, not much else, she wanted to figure it out for herself. Was not going to be bullied, had seen too much of it, even the nuns were in awe of the priest, too much so.

Years later she is on the journey, she is a wisdom seeker, she follows a trail, there is a voice she hears, it seems to fit her well, it allows her to relax, she can be silly, it’s all right to be a little crazy, who doesn’t need to unwind. The voice is what matters she tells herself. She arrives in the town, she has done research, she is getting close, even the weather is improving, it used to rain all the time, not so much now they tell her. Frequency survivor she calls herself, the air is so full, the information moving seamlessly and what it’s doing to animals, mother nature, those that are sensitive, are all being harmed by this world that revolves around invisible rays. But she is hopeful, the news from on High, points to an Earth that appears to be recharging itself, so the vibrations say, has it anything to do with the voice. She is on a walkabout, there is a cafe in the dream, she saw it clearly, saw the signpost, she spots it on a side street, I’m here.

In a matter of seconds she begins to relax, will I recognize him she wonders. Eggs with a slice of spinach across and coffee black he says while at the front desk, the voice, was it the rhythm of the words, she sits up. If only she could be certain. Woman eyes man….the story continues….

Solomon smiled, it was a great story, and while there is so much that is wrong, it’s not impossible, the problem being, so many were being lured to different paths, their anxieties forcing them to take a position. He loved animals too, and the whole outdoor life, but real change to occur, required a new heart on the inside, the transformation. There were also those who tried to help the situation, those sensitive to thought, along with the coterie of those, who wanted things to remain the same while getting well paid for obstructing the lives of real Spirit, our ability to contact with the divine. Solomon sighed, why worry about it, He encountered the Great Spirit, and received blessings, saw the results when the Spirit was being passed out, the real time changes. So you want to change the world; It’s simply this, pass the loving Spirit on, let God take care of the rest, amen.

Head Dress

Don’t we catch ourselves out so easily, the dogma that ties us up in chains, all that is learned, the regulations, how we survive, by gathering up a list of stuff we have to adopt our lives too, so darn predictable. Behind the veil, there is a Spirit, a person, same as in olden times, before divorce and the microwave, changed the way we do things, no need to be worried if you are late for dinner, stick it in the oven, as for divorce, it’s common, it’s just an agreement between lawyers.

The Spirit has to live, it has to breathe, it has to move about, it’s the same as a stream of water, it has to flow. She had bright ideas, but they told her it wasn’t her place to have an opinion, she persists, this is my life, so she is a warrior, she has been chosen for a task, there is so much of the Spirit inside. Slowly and slowly, the Spirit deadens, the mind becomes unbalanced, she is trying to Hold her Spirit. Young man wants to serve God, the teaching authorities decide that you have to lose yourself before you can be programmed to their way of thinking, so it’s seven years before you make an exit from the seminary, when all that is in your head, is what is called foundation, whatever that is supposed to mean.

Solomon wondered at the daily ways souls try to make contact with their divine helpers, the Spirit, the little habits we store inside us, the candle, the little routines we try to build into our busy lives. A thousand thoughts a second are permeating the air, the natural electric charge is heightened, it’s not the same air either, and the growth of stress is approaching epidemic levels, who doesn’t feel the stress, the child in school has got more than textbooks to understand, there is the new social environment as well, it’s pretty heady.

She sits in her room, the head dress is off, she looks at herself in the mirror, tries to re assure herself, she is on medication because she is Spirited, not for any other reason. In the bad old days, they sent them to the Gulag, for retraining, as it’s called, she is well aware, hang on she tells herself, the helper always arrives. Finding the space, is this what the homeless teach us everyday, are they teaching us more, amen.