Masters of the World

He wheezes in the bed, the oxygen tank gives him air, on the walls, all around, masterpieces of an older world, treasures he thought, what he’d give to be able to take a normal breath, the one thing his money can’t buy. The friends who call are not real friends, they just wonder how long he has got, and who will be the beneficiary. The cost of the collection, priceless in money terms, with his failing eyesight, he can just about make out the colors. He presses the bell, the nurse comes running up the stairs. He needs water, his mouth is dry, he sighs. The energy it takes to reach for the glass. She holds it to his lips, he sips, refreshing. The Van Gogh was such a lucky break, he got it on the black market, it was looted from a museum during the war, he is the only one to have the original, and it sits before him on the wall, one of the master pieces from the poorest of the great painters; all he can do is imagine what it looks like.

The real treasures of the world, are stored in your heart, Solomon sighed. He was visiting an old friend, not as sturdy as he used to be, but still there, and still believing. No worries old timer, your on the list that goes above, eternity awaits your soul. At the thought the light bursts overhead, casting a light across the room. Every one who comes to visit, a real time friend, no one seeking gain, what a joy. You are near the gates of eternity, and they come to wish you well, and hope perhaps, to grab a little of your Spirit, cause he is a real master of the world. Solomon laughed inside, and you know me well.

He recalled a conversation years before, the argument he made, Love is in the danger zone, why worry about the bits and possessions, you can’t bring it with you, no matter how powerful you are; all you can leave behind is example, make it good he said, and they laughed at him; well, he wondered if they could afford a smile as they arrived at the pearly gates, the masters of the world. Didn’t Jesus tell them the parable of Lazarus and the rich man, just a sip of water. Warned them pleads the Old Rich Man. Solomon saw the signs, and had been writing them ever since. His old friend smiles, golly he says

, isn’t that marvelous, the sun coming out like that, Solomon sighed, unbelievable, but real, a sign from God, amen.

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Spending Time….

Old and tired, worn and useless, fed up, and now your being processed, by the thoughts in your head, the time and how you spent it, the stuff you promised yourself that you’d do, the times you judged others, and now the realization, your time has come, what did I do with it, you ask. Did you smile at the beggar on the street ,did you lift your gaze when an acknowledgment would have sufficed, no, you spent your time on your ambitious self and forgot everyone else.

Feeling lonely, you see those less well off, with friends in their surrounds, and you can’t even make a conversation yourself, what a way to spend your time.

Solomon remarked, making love was often just putting a smile on a face, how simple was that. In the hurried life, so much passes you by, so quickly, you hardly notice. He was learning everyday, one thing he could not discount; wisdom is a stream that keeps on running, and it was something everybody in the world needed to drown themselves in, occasionally, amen.

The Gasping Fish

Johnny trout is gasping, he is finding it hard to breath, another ton of garbage slides off the trawler, big chunk of toxic waste, boy the neighborhood has changed. Yo bro, his cousin calls him over, what is wrong with you, i can’t breath, his cousin sighs, when did you notice it, it has been going this way for years, light weight, what a cod!

Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, remind them Dear Father, they have to do a clean up, and the children are over stressed to, they can’t cope and they hide their ways, the others, wonder if they get away with it, remind them Please, before they turn the oceans to waste.  Solomon sighed, that will get their minds moving, his prayers being heard that’s all, the day of the excuse was finally over.

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Park The Ego, you might learn something.

She enters the room, he is lying in bed, its’ time to change the nappy again. Move she says, her voice is gentle, she has come half way across the world to make a living. He made his wealth exploiting her people, now he is dependent on her, move a little left. She looks at the mess, her nostrils constrict, she has done it before, but it still smells like shit. She dumps the used nappy in the thrash, move she says, how did I get into this mess, she is giving me orders; I used to own the damn country. She leaves him, he has all the time to think, there is not much he can do, he has to suck it up. The stuff you wished you done; and I exploited her people, moved the factory to the low paying people, the profit was great, now, the epiphany is too late, but he has eternity to remind himself. Choices, worse that that, he is getting reminders of the life to come. How did i miss it, he used to think he was wise, a clever man, instead, he has a devoted mother cleaning him each day; He should think himself lucky, at least she has no intention of exploiting him, amen.

Solomon encountered the Great Spirit, and much more, there is loads to look forward to, amen.

He has an additional memory, damn it, I polluted the environment too!

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.