Looking for Love…..

Doing the groove this is normal they assume, he wiggles and twirls in front of the screen, the way we learn is not the issue, we all learn the same way, example if you are young, the TV remote is on the wrestling channel, the others are in the room, the absence of a father figure forces the emotions, imitates the nearest close relation i suppose, what if, it’s a big question, if you are trying to fill that loving gap. Fundamentalists fill the details in with their version of events, some of them are bible experts they do everything by the book. Stop, halt, hold on, there is something very wrong in all of this. Ask the question no one wants an answer to, at the least it will challenge the collective conscience, even if they try and bury the truth, it all comes out anyway, the example we were subjected to, when we were very young.

The bells ring, the pleasantries begin, stares across the aisle, who is in attendance, who has not come along. Why were you not in attendance Mike, the allegations are kept quite, it’s like a secret meeting of a secret cult, your programmed, the job pays well and the children have great schools, the medical is free and the university position is secure, programmed has many different forms, and the cult is seriously successful, who can complain with that.

A journalist, Daphne Caruana Galizia dies in a bomb blast, trying to expose the off shore criminals, who are stealing from the poorest themselves, the resources they stole were to be used to restore, the health services so badly needed by the rest. Well done gentlemen for removing a voice of Love, imagine the consequences in a time of great coincidences, when there is news from the world above.

The preacher brushes his teeth, he fleeces them to be exact, washes his face puts on a smile, he is getting ready to set them alight. The audience is select, only the movers and shakers, decision makers, with their help, they can seize whatever they like.

“Jesus says this to you this morning!”, he begins his long rant, the audience begin to take notes, there job security depends on all this. He begins to read from the old scriptures, choosing to ignore the bigger meaning, he is using old worlds to target the world, there is an agenda, if they are not fundamental, then they are not like us.

Solomon heard it all, be it North Korea, Washington select interests, or a cult, they existed, extremists, who pretended to be like us. as for using the ancient writings, Solomon was reminding them, the extremists. Noah, Moses, the holy prophets and what was it they wrote, extremists never work it out, there is no love in that. wasn’t that the story of the good S

amaritan?.

 

 

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Assault in Los Vegas

disheartened gambler and age was not on his side, in the cauldron of fire he fills his heart with hate, like an abusive soul whoever was nearest got it, he simmers under the surface his real intention never far away, one day it is going to burst and then explode, his friends laugh at his weird remarks, seriously you don’t expect us to believe it, then the news and the horror that he created, what was he expecting when he took the last bullet himself, questions on the minds of many how one could hate so much. Mother father children friends and relatives now steeped in sadness, the useless carnage proved nothing, just an assault on the defenceless, when they were least expecting it, amen.

was there any meaning to the horror, Solomon sighed. In the heartland of the dollar, the Christians are martyred, the signs of old control all around, memories of kingdoms that had risen up and died. There was a lot of symbolism, was it

another warning, amen.

Quote from George

” With our love, we could save the world.”

via George Harrison says: — The Müscleheaded Blog

The Rules

She nods, it’s her first day, she made an effort to look smart, neat but not too much, first day, she has to learn the rules. The long sweep of her head, she eyes her as if she’s a mannequin, well, all you will be doing is standing there dear, give them something to look at, distract them, she meant to say him, once he, she corrects, once they get a focus on you it’s easy to control the communication, she is going to be front desk material, it’s the public services desk of an airline, they mostly handle complaints, and women do it better, well, in law, you can’t argue or use language that might be considered biased, women have more thorns, more armor, put them in the front line, those who are protected, they are the rules.

Solomon recalled his father, on his knees, unpacking his luggage, as he had gone over the weight measure limit

and had to exchange stuff for the overhead. A tax on presents, the extra luggage you carry coming back. It was created by an accountant no doubt, a team of them, find areas where we can legitimately charge for, what about the others in the industry, the boss smiles, they are greedy too, they are the rules. Imagine the rules, you get to the heavenly gates, you pass your cards across the counter, and a bribe, a last minute promise, a donation to a popular charity, this will solve the problem. Peter sighs, know the rules, he points to a tablet of rock, points, the guest retches inside, the rules.

save our environment….

It’s a common topic, the support structure of all life is in trouble, and there are no mirrors, we are in it all of us, a band of human beings, save our environment, the stars in the sky are falling, the movements of the stars noted for years, save our environment, the call is coming fast and hard, collectively is there anything we can do.

He heaps a small mound of crystal powder on the table, while his eyes follow her swinging hips as she heads for the toilet, a change of underwear, so he imagines. He can fill the gap that cuts out the rest of the world, blind you mentally till there is nothing else to do. have another one of these, he acts as if he is the king, they get the hit they forget and comeback.

save our environment, we need all the ideas we can gather, the seriousness of the situation is downplayed, the sensitive nature of the human being, if they knew the truth they might panic entirely. In far off locations some are building spaceships, preparing for the worst, but they are still trying to save the environment.

Solomon sighed, the positive intervention of God Most High, had much to do with love. Saving our environment and being close to God went hand in hand he reckoned.

Busy Busy Busy

busy busy busy busy, everyone in busy, busy busy busy, the whole world is busy, busy busy, why is everyone suddenly busy, they don’t want you to call unless you make an appointment, in case they are, guess what, busy, can’t say it often enough, busy. He had friends when he could help them, they disappeared when he couldn’t, they were now too busy, she helped with the canvass put up the posters, when her legs gave out they were too busy, busy was the word.

She is in traffic, he is on the phone, the last minute emergency, it’s no emergency but they hype it up, to make themselves look busy, it’s a matter of fact. Did being busy assume you were up to something creative. Or are you just busying yourself so you could ignore something else. I don’t want to hear that now i’m busy can’t you see.

Solomon reflected on the sun people, and how so many lives were turned upside down, and how now so many would be busy doing something they never imagined, a simple picture, from the sky, a revelation, on a poster seen by millions, it would have put the question to many lips, why!. In an effort to make it clear that it was all changing, he put in down clearly, this is something that should keep you busy thinking about it, amen, the picture.

Ezra Writes Again…

Who the darn is Ezra you might ask, an old name and a new one, there is the singer fella, I

heard his stuff, pretty good. The two friends are sitting outside a cafe, drinking the afternoon latte, they are old generation, brought up in the time when a cell phone was a gadget from star trek, beam me up scottie, one of those. Can you imagine holding a bit of plastic chuck, and talking to someone in space, cause that is what they did in star trek, chuck nods, that was a long time ago he sighs, while foam dribbles onto his shirt. You got a bit there points Harry, chuck gives the spot a rub.

The two friends remind each other of olden times, the simplicity, perhaps the naivete of people, perhaps the charm that was standard, every neighborhood had a Clark gable and a Marilyn Munro they laughed, the woman all the married women used to worry about, Chuck recalls, he smiles, it was a one night stand. And stars were stars, involved in helping, not the self centered variety.

The false teachers and the real ones, Solomon imagined something similar, the true messengers and those who jumped on the wagon, it was in the warnings, same as real stars and the imitation exist, it was all written thousands of years before, we just haven’t been reminded. Ezra was a prophet close to his heart, his story was dramatic, but the explanations he was given, clarified so much, strength and vigor exists, as we age we keel over a little, same as weakness of the Spirit. He was looking for a story, a name, a title, cause the story was written, he was just adding the coverings, he needed a name. Look back to Ezra, remember Moses, what was in their minds, how did they manage to cope with it, it was a lot in those times, imagine what they must be feeling now. Solomon sighed, pretty interesting. According to Ezra, that is not a bad title he smiled, even better, Ezra rides again, even better.