Unsure of Yourself

Jeans are high, the T shirt, she glimpses in the mirror, okay, need to do the

high lights again, she in on her way to meet her friends, they are always comparing, then again, when were we any different. Solomon sighed, the three flowers walked ahead of him, three flowers form the garden, a tulip a rose and and a daffodil, each different from the other. What was wrong with being different; If the Garden needed an awareness of color, there was no way they could all look the same.

The day reminded him, Jesus and the old controllers, the rules they passed on, the rituals they encouraged and spread, habits of the religion, not the habits of God. he wasn’t complaining, just reminding himself, what was inside you was what counted in the end. So if unsure of yourself, just ask youself this, What would Jesus say; Solomon smiled, it is going to be okay.

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The book is on her lap, the bed side lamp is lit, it rests at an angle, she wants to read before she sleeps, but doesn’t want to go blind, the new light bulbs overly bright, too sharp for the eyes. It’s getting to the interesting part, it’s a detective novel, they are about to unmask the killer, then the bell rings, she checks her alarm clock, after one in the morning, Cindy her daughter is staying over with friends, who could it possibly be. Her heart thumps, the dreaded feeling, the blue neon flashes outside, the police, something must be wrong.

She passes a picture of her only daughter, please God, don’t let it be her. Her throat constricts, the tightening of the chest, she struggles down the stairs. She lost her Husband to a sudden heart attack the year before, has only got over it. The door opens, the first face she recognizes, her daughter, a big smile on her face, a little bleary eyed.

“Ma, I’d like to introduce you to my new boyfriend, he drove me home, I hope we didn’t upset you!”

“Scamp!”

Death is not the end in any case, and those who think the worst better be aware. If you can’t forgive, you pass on hatred, it’s as simple as that.

Solomon was in the bar, coffee and a bite, he is joined by the seekers, they have heard the news, something is going on, and it can’t be explained away, the same way they hide the truth under the carpet, it’s real. He encountered the doubters many times, and as in days gone bye, they all want proof, somethings never change, amen.

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!

Being There

 

Edge of Heaven, ecstasy to some, within touching distance, moisture

On a glass, a breath you take, could be a smile, eyes of love, heart jumps

Suddenly, lips meet, suddenly its bliss, lasts all night, then it’s gone,

Dreaming is over, back to work again,   but you’ve been filled, the

Strength is within, heart is content, no longer chasing, amen.

The day you realize that what was written thousands of years ago, has more relevance today, you begin to get a picture of the wisdom that is woven into everyday events. Too much sugar, leads to ill health, too much sun leads to drought, too little giving creates a closed heart, the occasional struggle, the means to develop character. In a world where everyone wants their hearts desire, think how unrealistic it is, without a little effort or pain.

Solomon was reflecting on the weekend. There were those seeking peaceful outcomes, closed societies trying to reform, and then there were the demons waiting in the long grass, awaiting the opportunity to unbalance it all. So he prayed, enable the peace makers, amen.

If you want to get to know someone, you usually read what was written about them. Solomon could not stress it often enough; there is great wisdom in the old scriptures, and the answer to all our problems, all of them, are written for us to unearth, amen. Not word by word, but by reading it as if it was poetry, with an open heart, not a closed mind, as many encourage us to think.

Doing in the Head…

snake oil salesman, comes to town, opens the back of his truck, this will cure you he howls, while those seeking hope gather round. $2  a bottle, the folks stick out the hand. They are doing their heads in. Jesus sighs, did they ever do anything simple. They put so much effort into getting ready for the ritual, they lost out on what it all means. He is listening to it, so are those who turned away, its simple, you don’t need all that.

Meat, days, washing, foods, he throws his head into the air, why are they making what is so simple complicated; it’s the same as giving a lawyer access to your thoughts, sooner or later they will find some fault and then the arguing and division will come.

He warned the pharisee’s, why do you burden the people, it’s simple. So in order to help, he sits down and tells them the story of the good Samaritan, who were not popular to others in the day. They listen; this dude can call down thunderstorms and miracles, don’t upset him, they listen; How you love is how you treat total strangers, that is who you really are, not just how you treat your friends.

Food on Friday, meat, washing hands, ritual cleaning, circumcision, none of it matters, no matter who who are, if you don’t fully love. The barriers to entry, that religions had created, needed to be revised, it was that simple, unless it was a cult they were aiming to achieve, amen.

Love solves all problems and is the answer to every prayer.. this is a re blog, but it is so true.

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