The Great Affair

What do you mean, he is having an affair, they look at each other, then they look at her, their stare is accusing, you mean you could not hold him, as if it’s her fault he is off with another. She feels their accusing stares, they are supposed to be supporting me, their her original family after all. She raises her eyes, he was so charming, and didn’t he help them all financially, bought their loyalty, what had he said to them behind her back. Who can resist him, his reputation is so high, even the Pope likes him, and did he know how to use it, reputation.

She has mixed feelings, families are supposed to support each other, why are they supporting him, has he poisoned them too, why me. She gave him children, set aside her ambitions, she thought it was a life long commitment, then she sighs, she was attracted to his sneaky ways, how clever she thought as he regaled her with the office politics, she thought he was sharing with her, no secrets she thought, what a blessing to have.

He leaves her, not that he tells her, emotionally he is gone, has a long term plan, had all along, the children would get older, he’d become more interesting, other friends, well, we all have to grow up, snide remarks, getting fat, she thought he wanted her to loose weight, well, try having children and remaining in the same figure, better chance asking Houdini how he did it. In despair she leaves the meeting, is alone in her car, her thoughts are all messed, she is even thinking the inevitable, maybe that was his plan all along.

He will sympathize with her family, they will all say a few words, and will make up, grief does that, unites, ask any terrorist or extremist group, they all use the emotions. A car passes her by, driving too fast she says, she slows, gathers her thoughts. You’ll get yourself killed she says to herself. Back in her self, she notices the signs, there are bill boards, insurance, money advice, then in big bold letters, Need Help, she see’s a smiling Jesus, eyes wide open, inviting her, she recalls when she was a child, how the family got together and prayed, happier times, her father being a man of Great Spirit. He will never let you down he used to say, her father that is.

The meeting is an invitation, she decides to attend, and in that moment, her heart begins to change, she regains control of her senses, a voice tells her, it’s going to be okay. The Greatest affair in her begins, and the choice is one she can never regret, old friends are best, amen.

Solomon sighed, pity those who use the reputation of God to get ahead and don’t live up to it. The world was changing fast, and the signs were on bill boards all across the sky, an addict could not ignore them, amen.

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Old Friends, A Living Prayer

Daisy D gone to the world above, your kindness towards others inspired so many, Old Amo, your wisdom is still is use, that Spirit is alive too, Gerry W, you were so kind and patient, they all still miss you, enjoyed the wine and the banter, never a cross word, calm in a storm, there are few like you, Miss Philomena, you were the most active of angels, like your Father before you, and to all the others, so many great souls have passed to the world above, a harvest of goodness followed them. Being in the zone, Solomon was calling on the Great Spirit, the Father of Heaven and Earth, remember those who fell in your service, the Spirit you filled them with, is badly needed again on earth, the voices are calling out, Amen.

Solomon sighed, his prayers got heard, so why not ask, put in the request, you will get a fair old hearing. He asked for help, did what many considered impossible, if only he sighed, they had seen the Invisible. Don’t put a limit on your heart, use it. What good is all the tomorrows, when today is the only day that matters.

He sighed, his little friend, and all the children under threat, were getting help from the only source the demon feared, and that was music to his ears.

Men and Women, who else is there to blame!

Ma, why are they always fighting, they claim to believe in Jesus, God, The angels, and they hold bibles and holy books in their hands, I don’t understand it, Ma is at the table making a cake, she is taking a fistful of white dusty stuff, flour I suppose, she puts her hand into a big bag and extracts a white load, white stuff spatters everywhere. Ma, why don’t you use a measuring scales, how do you know there is enough?. Ma smiles, what a bright child, always asking children, just as she reared them. If you don’t know something, open your mouth and say it, wise advice for any mother or father.

Ma is a dab hand at baking, she can do it in her sleep, and she always gets them right, her cakes famous all over the world, even some leading members of the country have enjoyed her cooking. Ma, why are they always fighting, I don’t understand it says the little girl, who is reading her book at a side table, while watching her Ma put the ingredients together. She wonders how ma gets it right, she doesn’t use scales, dips her finger in the baking powder, a pinch of salt, a splatter of eggs, a whisk around, a grease proof sheet, a flat pan, and an hour later, a Swiss roll, so darn easy. How does Ma do it. she listens to her Ma, always has.

Ma bends, slides the baking tray into the hot over, then begins the clean up. You want me to help, asks the little girl. Put on an apron first says Ma,

I don’t want you messing yourself. The little girl takes the drying cloth, ready for the wets ma will soon supply.

Why are they always fighting Ma?. Ma sighs, she has let the question sink in, as she dips her hands into her own sink of dirty dishes. It’s important not to sell propaganda to Children. Ma knows the little girl will believe her when she answers her. Ma has seen the religious networks favor their own, has seen the harm they caused, by not listening to each other, always ready to believe the very worst, then passing it on, poisoning children and minds, creating division, when reaching out and listening, as Jesus said, was the answer.

Little girl she says, you are young, there is a lot to learn. I haven’t got the answer to your question, but I fully understand. The little girl is surprised at Ma, she usually has the answer to everything, she is also in awe of her own questioning attitude, this she has just learned. The little girl continues to dry the dishes, thinking to herself, Ma doesn’t have the answer to everything, somethings she has to learn for herself, amen.

The dishes are washed and put away, the kitchen counter is clean, as it was before they started, ready for the evening meal. Ma, the little girl asks, she is in a very inquisitive mood, are there other questions Ma doesn’t know. Children love to learn. Getting addicted to machines and online stuff is not the stuff they were born with. Ma, why is there so much of the man and woman stuff on the internet, you know, the child lowers her eyes, you know what I am saying, the mother coughs, this is not the question she expected. How do you explain to the child, the interest in all things adult, how do you answer that.

You will have to ask men and women is what she wants to say, but she defers, the little girl is too young for that.

Open Your Heart

Are you listening, are you too absorbed in yourself to hear, is all you hear your own voice, do you wonder when you read the headlines, can you feel the pain that is felt. When you pass a stranger on the street do you nod, acknowledge, do you carry on down the street, have you forgot the  man begging on the street, when is the last time you opened your heart, have you joined one of those perpetual complaint groups, do you smile a snide smile when you see those above you fall, do you take pleasure in the harm others suffer, are you listening. When was the last time you did something off the cuff that was just good, have you practised all those great sentiments you tell others about, or do you hum inside when they listen to your voice, are you a complete airhead, all noise and no substance, well, when did you last open your heart.

I was hurt he said, he was a bastard she said, recriminations,

so I joined a help group instead, and made a career out of it, when you could have opened your heart and did what Jesus did, forgive, even went to the cross to get the point out, don’t bring the baggage with you, it will drown you.

Solomon smiled, the fingers were ripping across the keyboards, well they always did, he didn’t have to make it up, just let your spirit do the talking and watch the magic emerge. Open your heart, there are so many blessings waiting to be poured out, don’t fill yourself with resentment and hatred, we don’t all eat meat, and sushi is interesting, porridge too. We are all made to be different, same as those flowers, and the birds, wake up, amen. He encountered the Great Spirit, the seal of the divine, it is there, you need to clean up the inside and learn to forgive, amen. Open your heart. If another does you harm, relax, God settles all accounts, and with all the outpouring of Spirit, there are many quaking in their boots, believe me, amen, smile, this is just the beginning.

Italy….

What, your going Italian, watch your ass dear, the men pinch the women there, they say its a compliment, I suppose if your older, it is, she shakes her head, you can’t be serious, well, when I was there thirty years ago, that was the way, it’s changed perhaps. She gives him a look, are men supposed to flatter women that way, a real pain in the ass, no lawyer would get a dollar out of their system, maybe today maybe today.  Well, she is getting angry, it’s so incorrect to talk like that, criticize the church in the old days and you lost your job, criticize the government in the old communist days, and you found yourself in the gulags, no wonder the world is in a mess.

Solomon sighed, it’s getting crazy all right, if there is money involved and publicity, they all want it, same as loud children, they want notice. She is at the interview for the shoot, she is prepared to pose, and no one is forced to look, unlike the children with the mobile porn library in their hands, they have less of a choice. Well, we are supposed to be interested in reproducing, seems we have been programmed to, otherwise, who knows.

She dis robes and flashes, had the double D enhancements, is always talking about it. hey, if they are for my husband or partner it’s my business she yells, well, why are you telling the world honey asks the young reporter, she gives him an up and down, boy if you don’t know the answer to that, do you think they’d look at us otherwise. Eighty per cent of the world agree with her, we are here to get the cash, if it wasn’t us it would be someone else.

Meanwhile, the tabloids want anything that gets the attention, and women I assume, are supposed to supply them, a simple comment, but did it hold any weight. The news is the same, another scandal, mean while, all their children are secretly looking up the stuff, hypocrisy, if they only knew, that all their habits were known, stop scratching your ass. and remember to wash your hands, and stop eating that, disgusting.

Me Too Me Too….

I want some, me too, me too, the child reaches for a piece of cake, mammy slaps his hand, me too says the mother, isn’t that incorrect, mother turns her head, her daughter in the corner, you want some too, no, her daughter says, it’s not good for the diet either, mother shakes her head, me too. Headline in the paper, me too, another victim cries out, well, who hasn’t suffered in this life. The list of performers, so many suffer, loss of a child, those that hurt pour that hurt into their art. Meanwhile, they all forget the fifty million who died in the second war, no lawyer to represent them, no cause to shout for them, few celebrities among them. Me too, I’m hungry, just about a billion of those about, hungry that is, me too, no lawyer to represent them, me too, amen.

If you want to change things, me too, amen.

The Chair

Poise, open eyes, a new hair do, beside her mother, she rolls on by.  Alert, eyes wander, there is much to see, she is very interested, her speech a little mumbled, a mild condition, but the physical bits are issues, but she doesn’t give up. Solomon listened to the conversation, the young lady was giving the mother instructions.

A late night conversation, another victim of the condition, sensory features worsening, the chat is about the past, the way it was, a moment in time, that’s how they want to remember him. Solomon listened, did they ever read the old books, and what Faith could actually do, had they all given up.

Embarrassed, Jesus tells them to go, the young girl is dead, he is resting he says, the power of the father in him, it’s a story told over and over, how transient Faith can be, the first alarm the fear, the sheep run in all directions, the demon can easily disperse the herd.

What was the cause of her troubles, the apostles asked, they refer to a young man with many demons, well, there has to be a reason for it. Jesus smiles, to show what the Father can do, he says. Solomon nodded, the young woman smiled at him, and put a smile on his face, in a nutshell, we are all voices, even when limited, or in a chair….

She is going to improve, hadn’t her Faith earned it.