Demons and Angels

In a dream, the faces are clear, children transform into demons, preachers act the part, they rise the crowd, there are many who want to believe, the runaway bus, the church under repair, the driver gets out, wants to be saved,  the man with Spirit, the words of the preacher, so many want to believe, they know the name, they ask for a story, he is shocked and amazed, he can see the faces. they all want to help with the repairs. How is this possible, in dreams, faces he has never seen, it’s a warning and an assault on all that he knows, those that mislead and those that want to be lead, the sheep seeking the shepherd, the shepherd turning into a wolf. Solomon sighed, he did encourage the words of Jesus, and there were those who didn’t want to imagine; this world is not the end of the drive, it’s a turn around the road, from being out of control, your suddenly in the driving seat, responsible for your life, and you have to account for it, there is no escape from it, the uncomfortable truth, the truth of eternity, the everlasting gift, amen. Stacking all the cash, gloating over the control you think you exercise over others, the sly grins, the stuff you got away with, it’s all nonsense, you have to account for every yard. Solomon say the Spirit, the one that answers to the Heavenly power, just done, it’s real.

Those misleading those who believe, were going to get the ultimate warning. Amen

 

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Spirit Women

In praise of you all, I am a mere man, yes, my brother men made it difficult, they put barricades around common sense and made it hard, worried your children and put traps before them, caused dissent among you, and chose the most influential, and when you no longer shined, they dumped you, raised Joan of Arc, Marguerite Porete and many others, after they nailed them to the bonfire, maybe it was in order to teach us, we read about it later, what happened, but remember this, the words of Jesus, they did the same to the prophets of old, it wasn’t a woman thing, it was all about power. Making trophies of beauty too, the very thing Jesus railed against, put their energies into controlling everything, the very thing real love never does. Yes Spirit women, there are causes that arrive like conveyor belts full of troubles, trying to distract you ,trying to focus you into someone else’s war, listen if you have ears, cast your love wide, and bring as many good souls into your nets, do as Jesus would say, learn to heal, put your Faith in Jesus and the Holy Father, amen.

Solomon sighed, he was listening to a friend, a woman of great Spirit he knew was being overwhelmed, had suffered as a result. While Solomon listened, he imagined the huge number of causes anyone could get caught up in, many of them created to distract and divide those of Holy Intent. Behind the scenes there are those who agitate and try to distract, watering the Spirit as they say. Solomon prayed, remind them this night dear Father, send these extremists the nightmares they deserve. He sighs, Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, and saw the wonderful affect a few nights before, the sense of awe among those gathered, even the preacher was dumbfounded, let there be more, amen. They were even talking of Miracles, who can complain about that. it’s the start of something new and wonderful.

Secret Worlds According to Victor Hugo

The history of nations, the oppression of the weak and vulnerable, the call for a fairer system, while the word of God failed, as preachers joined forces with those who lorded it over the lower classes, how the works of Jesus were forgotten, while clever men wrote books explaining it all, in accordance to what they thought, their words, only pebbles in the wall of understanding, their pride overcomes them, same way a starlet these modern days soaks up the accolades. Solomon was always a fan of the french nation, no one forgets the revolution, and those that came after those mad days, don’t have to be told, you don’t lord it over people, you have to love them all. Victor was a rare exception, he says it well, mixes history with a story of redemption.

Solomon loved the streets of Paris, as a tourist it wasn’t a struggle to survive, he had time to wonder, the long lunch, the dress, the bread, and the wine, the pride of the wine maker, the classifications, how they clap at the end of the movie, okay, so they don’t have big houses, four rooms could be their mansion, entertaining and meeting others was the life, the early morning argument in the cafe, men in their work overalls discussing politics before they went out to sweep the streets, their Pride in the Nation, blessed they believe by God.

So in order to overcome the powers of the authority, you have secret languages and signs, words, obfuscation as some would say, the hidden truth that Greed can destroy, you have a soul, and when mixed with good love, there is great power. Victor and his friends tried to remind us of this, I guess they still are. There is a God they all say, amen.

Joan of Arc

She passed on, this day in fact, the year 1431, burnt at the stake, she heard the voice of God, was filled with the Spirit, the same power that gives the swallow a lift, fly, the bird flies, and before her, as said all those years ago, by Jesus Christ, you murdered the prophets of God, and then built tombs to them and venerated them afterwards, the words of ancient scripture, come through, while the prophets are a tide that never fails to arrive, washing away the stone of stubborness, planted in the souls of men, who envied power and control. But the tide of Prophets comes and comes again, same as those warriors facing the machine guns with only swords in their hands. Is this the reason we are given examples of huge human loss, as the human tide tries to overcome the demon, amen. Solomon sighed, it is one way of viewing the journey, and the ever lasting eternal gift that is waiting, when the walls are breached and torn down. The souls mount up, the Body of Christ strengthens, layer after layer, until they fill the body of Man, thereby allowing the return of God’s Holy Spirit to earth. Solomon smiled, yeah, we have come to that moment, thank you Joan of Arc, and all those you inspired, amen.

Ironic really, those that tried to control the earth now have to clean up the mess they created, hurry up boys!

My Eyes

They could not see, they could not hear, old words, repeated, the blindness of those who were in charge, and the barriers they falsely created in order to elevate themselves to positions, where others would look up and say, fine person you are. The arrogance of those who tried to instruct others in the ways of God, while ignoring the teachings of Jesus, rushing off to this group and that, and as Jesus would say, if they spent their time being compassionate, how they would change all that was around them. Solomon heard the words of warning ring in his ears, it happens again and again. Ceremony only mattered when there was true humility, the posturing of some really made him wonder.

He walks down a street, spots a man with a disability, stops. The words that come out of his mouth, the story of the Spirit and how it visited him one night. He wasn’t preaching, too many do that,

just rousing the interest of one who might want to be healed. He walks on. If those on the alter did not actively believe in miracles, how on earth could they convince anyone else. The Luke warm faith of servants is not the heart warming trust of Children. It was time they were all reminded of whom they were supposed to represent up there, it was not an organisation, that was for sure, amen.

Crisis In Numbers

Not enough votes to unite us, and too many votes that divide us. Numbers, the way we weigh things up, you don’t have enough numbers, you can’t get that, we wont get elected, you can’t afford that, numbers, little wonder there is a book of numbers in the ancient scriptures. The more you have in numbers, the safer you appear. The so called wisdom, and in our rush to get the numbers right, we ignored the other numbers, that apply to the health of the planet.

Crisis in numbers, not enough men and women to fill the roles and preach. Church in crisis, the numbers, how can it last. Crisis in Spirit, how do you increase it, the power to change the entire.

Children will shame you, and if you are intending getting into the higher love, a child you must be, a young person, not necessarily, it’s an appreciation you are supposed to show for the world and it’s creator, The Great God Most High. You are all children of a higher love, none of us are the boss. When the numbers reach the tipping point, the changes begin to take place, and we reach the critical level, so it seems.

Crisis in numbers, so much of the world already extinct, a number worth worrying about.

Finding Redemption

She sits at their kitchen table, has been speaking with their friends, her lawyer too, she has caught him cheating, she is waiting for him to come in the door, their santuary has melted before her eyes, the cocoon they built, was it all lies, I trusted him with my happiness, and now it’s all about to disintegrate. Her life is over, she is barely forty. The time I invested in him, worse, the other men she gave up for him, the career she set aside, maybe that is an excuse, another reason to hate him, we all strecth the truth, sanctimonious, who isn’t. How she liked fixing their meals, the list gets bigger. So many things she overlooked, the stuff she put up with, inside she tells herself she is perfect, well, he was the one who thrashed the relationship. There is the sound of a car in the drive, she fills the wine glass before he comes in, she doesn’t want him to have one. She is angry.

I’m home he says, she hears his voice in the hall, he has no idea that she knows, or what is ahead of him. He drops the keys on the counter, I’ll open another one he says with a smile, he needs a friend, he is looking at the bottle, it’s empty, why the silence he says, he is full of himself, a great day at the office and two weeks off as a result. I know she says, what, they have told you already, that’s quick. He fetches a glass sits down beside her, why the gloom he says, she is prone to depression, he doesn’t rile her, she gets over it within an hour, she has been that way, since she lost the baby.

It’s only your imagination he says, when she confronts him, he understands, she has not been feeling well these last few months, it’s easy to understand. Compassion, he is a patient man.