Well, we have to indoctrinate you, empty your head, dump whatever is inside, then fill you with our stuff, and it takes a few years, we don’t want any loose canons as they say. The vocation, a soldier to a doctrine, no thoughts of your own, our way, and you will be disciplined if you get ideas, you have to consult us first. He scratched his head, this is a loving vocation, every commitment to a higher love, assumes constant learning, and wisdom, not indoctrination. Solomon sighed, if there was no love the vocation didn’t actually matter, be it a teacher, a doctor, a nurse, or preacher. They stole the message of Jesus, and used it as a marketing tool, while ignoring the teaching altogether. He thought of his small friend, the days they went to the monastery, and how the young boy wore amazed smiles, while discovering the peace for himself, an experience he would never forget, amen. The vocation was in everyone, it was teaching them all how to love, amen.
Are you reliable, do you change depending on who you meet, are you the same before lunch or evening dinner, do you put on the act, do you try to sound sincere and right, good at the smile are you, had good acting lessons, whatever it was, Solomon was confused. Over the years he heard so many outcries about so many crises, from so many different faces, many of them celebrity faces, does that sound rhythmic, i suppose, not trying to sound anything but honest
actually. But when all is said and done, wasn’t consistency what made your mother’s dinner so enjoyable, they always tasted good, morning afternoon or night, same with wisdom from above, always consistent, amen.
Am I a visitor here looking for way home, everywhere I look, ego and fantasy, the meaning of Babylon I suppose, this is no lament, purely an honest observation, hard drugs available everywhere, large numbers depressed, love even harder to find. I was visited by holy spirit, really, discovered wisdom, and the growing threat of demons, where everyone seeks excuses, someone to blame, other than themselves. Love as Leonard Cohen says is all that will survive us. What has to happen is a new outlook, respect for love not the abuse it.
Solomon was saying it straight, if more and more become lost, all those marvellous ego’s will be worth nought. And I haven’t mentioned Donald trump once.
Really, olden times, women and children first, well, do they have. Well, money, good old cash, no sir, well have they anything, soul sir, spirit, descendants, cannot sell those, back to the part then, in. The good old days, why do we need them when there are four to six billion in number, children, biggest users of social media, and there never has been a time when they weren’t under such stress, and getting younger too, and guess who loves children most, GOD. Solomon was. Watching the movie, titanic, how times changed hearts
Words started it, Jesus remind us, help make it a happy world, Solomon was practising it, power of great spirit, and what real light can do. In the Name of Jesus, cast them into the abyss, the demonic masterminds, for the sake of the chiLdren waiting to be born.. They put a number on them, bought and sold them, enslaved billions, fought wars and started them, Solomon sighed, Isaiah Jacob Abraham, the efforts of all the great prophets deserved to be rewarded, it had been a prophetic 12 months, preachers prayed for divine intervention and got, more he prayed,amen,words end it
Hush, the buzz in the room, the president is due in half an hour, the big speech, what is he going to say. One group of reporters are pro change, this is what they want to hear, another bunch of columnists well they want to hear something else, they talk in buzz, listen for the buzz words, it’s exciting really, the room is a buzz, the humm of the people, the beat of the nation, america waits, it’s important what the commander in chief says, even the army chiefs are present, it’s a chat about budget cuts.The tension mounts, it’s as if Jesus himself is going to make a speech, how it must have been, all those years ago, the man who raised them from the dead, healed their afflictions, cast out demons, the mountain, his apostles around him, where is he, he’s in that tent over there, did i see, the stares. No president ever did that, raised anybody from the dead, dragged a few out of retirement i suppose. Wow, wolf gitzer is spotted at the door, he is making hand signals, mabye he is trying to cancel the golf game, maybe he is re arranging a date, what, wow, no no, you will not believe this, golly wow, the excitement on the womens faces, the president is here. In harry’s bar Paris, solomon is knocking back a few moscow mules, he’s into his third, maybe his forth, he stopped counting, but he pretends that he doesn’t like alcohol, just does it because he feels it’s good for his health, helps him forget, well, when he see’s people with the power doing nothing, when so much needs change, he does want to do anything but forget about it, same way an addict closes out the world today, when he or she can’t deal with the past, and does not believe in the future, amen.
Solomon wondered, there was so much hooha, who was going to do this, who was going to do that, what would so and so say, it was odd, they closed the rehab facilities that families of the needy had access to, they didn’t have the insurance needed for private rehab, doing things that matter, he sighed, Mrs Clinton, at least she had a mediaid background, and that’s sure better than the wall builder, whereever he came up with that idea, a zombie movie i suppose, another mule!