Why should you write…

It was a valid question, he wrote after all, she was a successful doctor, she was trying to understand him, he sighs, she is his type of woman, she actually listens. He gives her his answer..

“when I wake in the morning, it’s a new day, it’s not a case of the same repeating itself, it’s new each and every time, they eyes may tire, but the scene is a new one, no often how often I see it, a bit like your patients I suppose”

She pauses, trying to get her head around it, she nods.

“I get it, we need to be both listeners and observers at the same time!”

he smiles

“when we write about it, it becomes part of history, written with clear eyes, not fogged, as they say”

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Road to Perdition

It was wisdom in the beginning, then the customs were added like gems to a ring finger, the more they added the more envy it caused, soon they had to use the other fingers, more customs and more jealousy flowed, the wrist came next, then up the arms, till all that sparkled was the customs, which they

then made into laws, burdening mankind ever since.

Failure to listen, was a regular warning of Jesus, particularly to those in charge. He encountered those trying to discourage him, who even planned on killing him, for challenging the customs they turned into laws. It was as simple as love he said, it wasn’t complicated, it was a living thing, you did it or you didn’t.

Years later, on the road to perdition, the voyagers, sticks in hand, walk the thorny path, going to this shrine and that, just to remind themselves, how lucky they were. A little bit of home comfort, would it not have been an awful lot wiser, going to far away places, pilgrimage, call it a holiday and tell the truth, they built walls between the Kingdom of God and the masses, it was time to admit their mistakes. Solomon say the signs, others too, there were many boats, but in his heart, he saw few of them floating, amen.

Extremism

Radical minds, trying to exploit, hoping to open old wounds, the targets, those easy to find, and those unable to fight back, Solomon was reminding himself, demons are alive and well, but there was a force, an energy that could turn them into babbling fools in an instant. As they rose to make their comments, trying to rekindle a supremacy, they thought that was their own, they put themselves in the line of fire, of the Heavenly ones.

The world was full of mistakes, extremism dressed in righteousness, had the support of many, the applause of those that thought them right. He sighs, he encountered the Holy Spirit, not the imagination but the real, keep firm it said and all will go right. The old networks were tumbling, the old days were spent, a new world was taking it’s place. As Jesus said to his apostles, as Esdras was told by the angel, the signs of the end will be made clear, national rebellions, extremism, don’t worry he said, a woman going through child birth suffers labor pains, it’s only natural, the same way, don’t get upset over the changes, these things must happen, while the world is changed.

Solomon imagined many hearts anxious, their eyes unbelieving, their ears burning, as they heard the rhetoric of hatred raise it’s ugly head. Be calm advised the angel, everything is going to be all right, amen.

The Battle Rages

Nothing is impossible. nothing, North Korea, the dark kingdom, opening up, it is a start, two arch enemies reaching out a hand, the regular pharisee minded, complaining as usual, as if they are loosing some ground, their dreaded predictions not so dreadful after all, another brick in the wall is loose, while the battle flares elsewhere. How often do we castigate those who reach out, while saying it needs to be done, while doing nothing at all, but complaining. The more we learn about each other, the easier we are to understand, how stupid is that.

Solomon sighed, the stuff so many hide inside, when all they have to do is talk about it, amen.

Cut to the Mexican Border, over simple law separation time, children from Parents, in cages, not the version of the U.S, you want to imagine, well, it’s happening, amen.

A re blog, should be on everyone’s playlist….

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The Great Promise

I will send the Holy Spirit, he will come and tell you the words, you will be defended, nobody, no power on earth, can overcome the Spirit that I will send. The apostles look at each other, great, I hope he is not telling us lies. Jesus raises the eyebrow, they will get it eventually, he has much to do, but he told them, it will be okay. Two thousand years ago, what a promise… many years later, struggling writer is at the desk….

The Spirit arrives, he writes a few cures, it begins to happen, he can find the words, they just come, incredible. It’s real, praise the lord he smiles, his fingers on the keyboards, you mean you can write a better future, Yes you can, amen. Better wish carefully, amen.

Hawaii

The last kingdom on earth, well, the islands were just a spot in the ocean, the well being of Great Spirit, respect for all life, thousands of years of settlement, the comings and goings of various tribes, then the Europeans arrived, the missionaries, and then the decline. Interesting history, lilliaoukalani, being the last queen, taking over from her brother David. She saw the danger; the americanization of the Islands, the loss of the culture, the conflict between the British culture, the american culture, the use of rules, regulations imposed by those backed by the missionaries, the loss of muai, the welcome.

100 years have passed, since her passing or thereabouts, there is a book written by her, it tells the story, how the Islanders were betrayed, how the business class took over, how fear won the day. 43 years after the last volcano, the fire starts again, the memory of lilliaoukalani is awoken; Solomon sighed, he was just thinking of her the other day; the book she wrote, he passed it, there was a part he had not read; as he passed it, he said to himself, must get to the end of it, for she was a fine lady, cultured, a poet, songster, and proud Islander, then the volcano erupts, there is a earthquake too, well, volcanoes and earthquakes occur together, friends of the earth as you say.

Mother Nature is calling out; listen she says, this life you all are living is not justifiable, if you leave desolate the earth. Solomon sighed, they were saying the same about the rearing of children in the current age, amen.