Big Child

He’ll arrive, the child waits, prays regularly, says it in private, no one knows, his prayer. Solomon listened, he was a child too, of His Father, the trouble was, which the small child didn’t know, that those with talents, sold them for cash, to transform their own lives, others an after thought.

At school he concentrates, he’ll arrive, the promise. Day passes into weeks, the weeks become a semester, a year, the child still waits. Seeking comfort, anything to ease his anxiety, he dabbles in playing mind games, when that comfort leaves him, he dabbles with pills, the alcohol follows, the rest is history. The void had to be filled, not with empty promises, but with today. The changes going on globally, were just a reflection of what the Big Child had to endure, just as Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen sang about.

He sits in the corner, doesn’t talk, refuses to co-operate, won’t eat vegetables, he is making his complaint, amen to the Big Child.

Before matters worsened for all the big children, it was time those who hid the secrets of true wisdom,

and the many warnings given down through the ages, opened up. Solomon saw the Holy Spirit, the other gifts too, God Most High was not myth, and those in positions of authority were under the spotlight like never before, amen.

Trump Card

Loathe him or love him, despise or have no opinion at all, but the politics of the world will never be the same, and complaining about what you should be doing something about, will do you no good. Twenty years of unchallenged assault on the sensitivities of children, the threat to love eternal, the bias’s so many share, well, it’s time to come together and share responsibility, it’s our world after all.

Solomon was listening to the permanent complaint authority, who just gave out about whatever it was they wanted to complain about, while doing zip about it themselves. Were they all blind these last twenty years, it was before their eyes, and the signs were posted on times square. Solomon was smiling at the prospect, everything that had come to pass, pointed towards a world in dire need of change. The message of change was everywhere, and the new global authority, would have to answer to the same authority that sent those signs. those that sought power for power sake, were going to need help explaining their motives.

The storms never arrived, the

weather was spring like, something great was happening, amen.

NO Foundations

Am I a visitor here looking for way home,  everywhere I look, ego and fantasy, the meaning of Babylon I suppose, this is no lament, purely an honest observation, hard drugs available everywhere, large numbers depressed, love even harder to find. I was visited by holy spirit, really, discovered wisdom, and the growing threat of demons, where everyone seeks excuses, someone to blame, other than themselves. Love as Leonard Cohen says is all that will survive us. What has to happen is a new outlook, respect for love not the abuse it.

Solomon was saying it straight, if more and more become lost, all those marvellous ego’s will be worth nought. And I haven’t mentioned Donald trump once.

Death of the demon

Words started it, Jesus remind us, help make it a happy world, Solomon was practising it, power of great spirit, and what real light can do. In the Name of Jesus, cast them into the abyss, the demonic masterminds, for the sake of the chiLdren waiting to be born.. They put a number on them, bought and sold them, enslaved billions, fought wars and started them, Solomon sighed, Isaiah Jacob Abraham, the efforts of all the great prophets deserved to be rewarded, it had been a prophetic 12 months, preachers prayed for divine intervention and got, more he prayed,amen,words end it

Wise UP

Real, in response to a prayer, the arrival of wisdom, concrete proof of the world above, just imagine it. A reflection in a mirror, a glimpse of a face, the details in the mist, it was the spirit, and one way it manifests. the movement of a cloud, the sweep of a breeze, the faces in the leaves, the spirits passing, just checking in. Imagine it, God Most High is no floozy in the jacuzzi, and the prayers of the Holy Prophets are heard. Our thoughts give life to many actions, why on all earth was Jesus tempted, wise up, escape from yourself, and learn, this life is never over, it goes on and on, and eternity is real, amen.

Another Line Please

Great stuff, go on try some, it arrived in the stomach of a young girl

trafficked from Honduras, one of many who made the trip, she survived obviously, but they are lining up to take the chance. Your line is bigger than mine, he adds more, can you see the crystals there, it’s actually crushed glass, it add’s weight but it does give the glittering affect, see those crystals sweetie, just for you, He holds her hair as she bends lower, doesn’t want to disturb the other lines, his friends, well friends is too strong a word, once the police break through the door they will not know him, they will publicly disown him, next please. She rubs her nose, the glass begins to irritate, she’s part of the club now. I think we have a role for you young lady says the script writer/seducer, would you like another line, Please!

Censorship!

don’t talk, don’t visit, don’t, all the don’ts’, they burned books, they rounded up thinkers, they behaved like they were Gods, smothering wisdom, and it was practiced, in the name of The Most High. Jesus sought to heal divisions, forgive, believe, the Helper will come, promise of the Holy Spirit. There were those who thought they could get away with, the tactics of old, Solomon knew differently, amen. when they tried to censor the hearts of everyone, they were feeding the evil spirit, causing division. In light of the great changes, Solomon didn’t think it all that wise, amen.