Society has created a series of loopholes and excuses and future excuses to justify all that is unwell with the rearing of children, it’s the facts, sorry to offend thee. We are more interested in what other nations are doing, always pointing the finger, it would be worse if they lived over there, that’s the same as telling the child in the bad neighbourhood he’d have more comfort living in Beverly Hills. The madness of it all will bring about the downfall of society, as God Most High has warned, and if you are a suffering child, an enslaved woman, a hungry mother with children to feed, a father without work, a truth chaser, it wont happen soon enough. This is the reality of the times we live in, all is changing, and it’s happening faster than anyone could have imagined. Real change that is meaningful only happens from the top down, even if the pressure from the bottom is what forces the volcanic change required. Laugh if you want, the world won’t change because of one mans ideas, well, the world was created simply, can be extinguished as simply too, no pun intended, just trying to be persuasive as regards the power within us all, the first step of a child, the first time a lawyer tells the entire story, the first time a man is honest with his wife, there is always a first time. When you lie on the bed and it’s near the end, you’ll have so many thoughts you’ll never share and wished you did. Is it possible to shut off the flow of love, it seems it is for many, maybe we should try a little harder, amen.
She runs to the shelter, there is no space, she goes home again gets her faced pushed in, no resources available to tend to her needs, while 25 trillion rests off shore, the story goes on, the children witness the slaughter, their minds forever spoiled, this is love the little boy thinks, does the same when the passions run dry, many years later it’s repeated. Solomon was asking, the emotional words that pour out, the tears in the eyes, the TV cameras and the lies, a tissue, a wipe and they are forgotten, till the next opportunity arrives. The shelter cost so little to run, volunteers mostly, and help from the government, well, when families break up the economy thrives, why put an end to such a thing, it will cost us jobs as well. Solomon sighed, they could have purchased the opium crop in afghanistan for a tiny fraction of the security budget allocated, cost jobs there too if they ever did something about it. Send them a message dear Father. Solomon read the warnings, the time was now, put an end to the extremists and let families live again.
Meanwhile, so many talent given souls fill the off shore hideaway with their spoils, while the small child cowers in the corner, his little hands over his eyes, while Dad beats mammy to a pulp, what a legacy to leave given the talent freely received, amen.
get up and walk, get up and walk, the man got up and walked. In the beginning, words, in the end, words, the power of thought, the power of God within, it’s waiting to to awoken in you, it’s that simple. It was no blind comment, the proof was 2,000 years old. It was not an if, or a maybe, it was written in ancient civilizations. The pyramids, the holy sites, the visions of the prophets. it was not rocket science. Solomon was reading an old book, well new in one way, it was only 130 years old, a blip in our life history. He sighed ,why didn’t they explain it in the simple way it was given to them, this life was a transition, there was more to come. Well, if they fill your heads with all that is this world, what else will you think. Blind the mind, burn the heart, and survive, don’t think so, amen.
Rare, in the company of rare beauty, Solomon was in recall mode, moments in time when life suspends itself, as when in the company of pure love, not often achieved in a world that values everything according to return cost and cash. It was a timely reminder, the difference between the Spiritual Feeling and the material, one would last forever, the material would fade and be forgotten till the next material high. He was contemplating on why more positive divine interventions don’t happen in control led spiritual gatherings, where those leading the parade assumed more prominence than they were entitled to. It drew him back to the words of Jesus, the wealthy taking the seats at the front, the needy to the rear. It was supposed to be the other way around. Pure love is that, the needs of others overtake your own.
In the confused world, there were too many chiefs among us, each declaring a better option, but the game going round in circles, the stranglehold of the elite choking off the supply of Spirit. He encountered the Holy Spirit in real time, and saw many magical things, wondered why those who taught the ways of Jesus were slow to practice his approach. There are moments of bliss waiting, why focus on guilt creation, the direct opposite to enlightenment, smile.
There were many in great need, positively in need, there was 25 trillion off shore, there was no lack of resources, that was the perpetual lie. Having encountered divine intervention, Solomon thought it wise, that the so called in the know folks wake up, and seriously fast. The image from the sky was one of many events he encountered. It all pointed to a world under divine judgement, amen. A moment of bliss for all true believers, the good Samaritans of the world, and word, amen.
Words of old, the power of the prophets, the power of their words, have we forgotten sighed Solomon. He recalled an old story, put in words thousands of years ago, there did exist those with God’s Spirit in them, actually, if anyone listened to the words of Jesus, they would have learned it a long time ago, the power of heaven was inside you, the Spirit within. Solomon was talking with a loose friend, an old friend of this man, was ill, and so the man suggested it might be nice to share words with him, he lay in a hospital bed. A few attempts were made to connect, but it wasn’t possible, was it the same with people as they tried to connect with their divine friend, or did they leave it too late. having seen the cloud, and pictured it, having encountered Holy Spirit, and been inspired by it, was it not possible he sighed, to send a prayer to a friend in need, of course it was, so long as you have the faith to believe it, yes, that simple, are you willing to believe in Elijah, well if so, pray for what is
good. In times of great change, it is soothing to know, there is a power, that outweighs all other powers, and it is inside you. The story of Elijah, was a story in need of retelling, amen.
No immigrants, search them out, frighten them, chase them like rats, round them up, it’s not Germany in the thirties, it’s America today. Developed by immigration, the great hope, is adopting the tactics of Adolf Hitler. Calls the Mexican people degenerates, (the cheap labor provided by mexico transient workers has saved the agricultural industry), apart from the workers who came to California to do the jobs Americans didn’t want to, (cheaper too). like Mussolini in Italy, modern day fascists are all chomping at the bit, they have a friend in the pole position, what is going on. If ever there is a lesson in history this is it, those left without hope will find it somewhere, the kid in the ghetto seeking a way out, eventually, the systems burst. As the rich man said in the parable, from hell where he lay, could you not send a messenger, just to warn them. Ironic thought Solomon, 2,000 years later, those words were more apt today, than when first spoken, amen.