Needles

She runs in the door, has a mind filled with anger, she is going to upset the first person she meets, she is as primed as an atom bomb, wants to destroy and do nothing else, a habit she formed, a bit of self a bit of life, needle them they said, what is that.

The image, the pin prick, the drop of blood, the mixture heated over the spoon, the wired vein, the plunge, and that sinking feeling. A long way from the lawyers office, where Mr Big and his educated lawyer conduct their affairs. Expensive brands cut leather shoes, bleached teeth too, a far cry from the uneducated addict, sitting in slum land, taking what he or she can get, used as a toe rag, out of sight of family, they have already forgot.

Needles, the stone in the shoe, the little annoying journalist who wont give up the story, the ache in your heart, the feeling that wont go away. She needles everyone.

Solomon smiled, there was a lot of joy about, the eyes told their own story, many held smiles, a few wore frowns. the needle he surmised, help from above. To imagine that your life really counts, and you are not a statistic after all, despite what you have been forced to believe, in order to stay alive.

How the miracles of olden times, needled the Spiritual leaders of those times. He is stealing our flock, they listen to him, we have to do something about it. 2,000 years later, they are still listening, amen. You have to needle them sighed Solomon, same way you prod at times, amen.

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No Arguments Today….

They don’t wash their hands before they eat, common sense really, they don’t wash their hands often enough we ought to say, Solomon was taking a journey in Time, way back. The habits we acquire, the niceties we build into our lives, how we behave when the going is good, how we can change when it appears to go wrong. Peace and calm is fine to look at, the sweet words of a counsellor or preacher, so refined and polite, perfect manners, a complete picture, just an image, a still life in a moving ocean.

Solomon read the story of old, the parable Jesus told, the ritual washing, the preparation of food, the prayers before eating, the thanks to God for all that is provided. Jesus was reminding his followers, that going throuhg your routine, was not the answer, but just a way of getting you into the zone, the warm up before the game begins, the stretching exercises if you will. When you pray to God or are aware of the divine influence around you, you need to be ready and able, how can you do the exam if you have not studied, how can you know God until you begin to listen.

Many wanted to fast track into the zone, they don’t like to wait. No arguments please, but there is no fast track to being loving, you are or you are not. There is no fast track to being compassionate, you are or you are not. There are no short cuts. Jesus reminded the followers; you have to get the basics right; and simply this, If you don’t love your fellow men and women how can you love me who made them, no argument please.

She sits up in her bed, starts to read her book, it’s a Holy Book. In the few moments she is in the zone, she forgets her troubles, her pain disolves. She is in the world of the Spirit. Strange as it seems, the first visitor she has, brings her back to her worries, are you all right dear. Solomon sighed, it’s odd how your pains can ease when your Spirit in on the rise, no arguments please, just smile.

 

Preacher Girl

A mountain top, the voice, alone, all seeing, the overview, from the preacher girl. Another leader, another controversy, history, what did we learn, the fears that come with change. The Smoking habit is cut, he looks at her, what do you mean by that, well, I am a preacher woman she says. He gets an idea in his head, healing in one hand, the book of wisdom., the cigarette and the ash that falls from the other.

He wonders if it’s for real, he lives a busy life, survival does for most, tomorrow will look after itself. He listens, she is open, her words are sharp, is this the voice of a partner or a tyrant, he tries to catch her attention, she has to go back to the original. No idols to begin with, those we tear down, compassion, if we don’t practice it, we can’t pass it on, as for judging others, we need to look into the mirror. Eventually we will see something we like, a trait, a good decision.

I’m hardcore she says, he listens, she does not allow space for interruption. He is not fault finding, he is listening. There are a few things she doesn’t know about him, he wonders if that helps. You have to do more listening, we all do, preacher girl.

Give it Up

The car needs a service, he prefers to walk, she is worried about her weight, he says exercise will sort it out, she prefers the Gym, the choices. The amount of time we spend on stuff that we will soon forget. He had a dream, there was all the stuff you could possibly want, and the other end of the spectrum, a new car, low wheels, open top, warm weather, he is walking to the shop recalling the dream, spots the sign offering cheap car insurance, then he thought, if he had what the dream said, he wouldn’t be thinking that, rather, the garage, would it be big enough for the collection, or would he need a group policy, they probably do it cheaper for celebrities, the stuff that fills the head, red or blue, another detail he would have to  mull over. The ideas that we fill our heads with. Solomon recalled the parable of old, it’s your heart that matters most, even if you need a top up every so often. Easy to see the conflict though, between the Spirit and the material, the daily existence, amen.

Preaching Man

Has them in the palm of his hands, his face scans the audience, senses the wonder, must choose his words carefully, wants to frighten them not embalm them. Power, what a thrill, they listen to the words, you mention the name Jesus, it’s almost a magnet, his words still stick 2,000 odd years later, Meanwhile the Preacher, he views his meal ticket before him, they come to him for advice, it’s beyond comprehension, they listen to me, he finishes the sermon with some fear filling words, fear only God he says. The adrenaline levels are up, he feels it the way a drug addict does. In the audience a real Prophet is listening, why do they have to use fear all the time, preaching man, it is so much simpler.  The Spirit rises on the basis of good deeds, and the Holy Spirit lives inside you, you just need space and an honest heart. The Preaching man has none of that, too addicted to control.

Solomon sighed, too much syrup in the diet turns you into a diabetic, you need to hear the truth, same as the words have to be from the Heart. Solomon wondered, why some made complex what is so simple to understand, amen.

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

 

Great Changes

Waterloo, 204 years ago today, the smoke covers the field, the grass blood soaked, the revolution halted, a pause in the change, no tyrants please, we prefer Spirit, of the heavenly type. Old writer of that time, it was the weather he said, the gun carriages could not move fast enough in the mud, the battle had to be put back a few hours, then the great rescue, on account of all the seemingly unconnected events,  and as the old writer said, waterloo itself was no part of the battle, it was where the report was written about the battle. The battle was lost but the victory was with the loosing side, the end of the feudal systems, that had dominated life, the formation of the EU one mind

, and even today the fight continues, as there are those who want that model of community to fail, in order to allow countries to become havens to the will of devious men. Together, you can’t fail.

Solomon spent thoughts on the many interventions, the unseen events, that transformed, loss into victory, the D Day weather changes, the earthquake after the Death of Jesus on the cross, it is the power of Spirit. Focus on the world above, the light comes from Heaven, the Spirit that connects with it, it’s inside you. How many women died on account of thinking that, and how we recall them, today their Spirit lives. So hear we are, the planet faces a battle, can we curb the instinct to consumme and give the earth breathing space. Solomon sighed, if there was divine intervention before there will be again. Waterloo looked like a disaster for the loser, same as Donald Trump was deemed a disaster for climate change, well, perhaps it’s just one way to draw all our attentions to the most pressing issue of the day, our living environents, social and physical, amen.