The Residue

Leftovers on the table, he eyes the last two roast potatoes, if they are all ignoring it, that means none of them wants it, they taste great, he scans the plates on either side, all he can see is the conversations going on, the lick of gravy on the side of the mouth, clean it will you, it’s sticking out, across the table, a fork in the air, moving left and right, almost with the skill of an orchestral director, still he has his eyes on the prize, those last two golden crisp potatoes. Will I be brave and reach out.

What are you waiting for William she says, catching his eye, he dips his head, a smile on his face, he slowly reaches in, got you he thinks, he has one of the potatoes on the big spoon, he is moving it carefully to his docking station, his plate. No one said a thing, will he be brave enough to take the other, go for it he tells himself. Eight years old, it’s awhile before you learn about the etiquette of eating in a group. She gives him a re assuring nod, the second potato is on the spoon. You are not eating both of them another diner calls out, as he drops it onto the messiest part of the plate, where old flecks of gravy and a white sauce have mixed into a brown mulch, he does it deliberately, no one will ask for the potato back now, too late, all that residue.

Solomon sighed, we learn hopefully, we lean on the past, we see how nationalism becomes a movement of hatred, the wars across the world, home led, the same causes, repeated again and again, too much power in the same closet, time to get angry, time to get rich, we will sort them boy. The world had enough of all that argument, it was well past it’s sell by date, same as those religions, who intentionally miss quoted the old words, in order to divide opinion, and what was their residue; the incitement of hatred.

Surely they believe in God he hoped, and as such, put their efforts into rising spirits, rather than renovating old organisations.

Flying Spirit

Te Amo, she turns her head, she hasn’t heard that in awhile, she’s a migrant worker, and an illegal, she is waitressing,  the cook is flirting with her again, she smiles. Meanwhile there are three tables that need to be cleared and three other girls like her, vulnerable, waiting to take her job, no slip ups. She passes a table, two men in suits, are they immigration, she pretends not to look, we ordered two coffee’s one says. She nods, rushes to the table, her eye on the two men, are they there to spy on her. Being an illegal is hard work, she has moved every six months, trying to keep ahead of the posse. She possess’s a secret, one she can’t explain, not in the normal meaning of the word; she carries the Holy Spirit inside her. Remain calm, she repeats this to herself daily, evening, before sleep, calm, you live inside me she explains. It’s as if she carries a special child inside her.

Our coffee, she passes the table, makes a nod, coming she says. It’s lunchtime, the busy period, but she doesn’t mind, there are other young girls like her, who are not that lucky. One of them dances the tables, and smiles at leering men all day, it’s a job, provides shelter, things can get worse.

She fills the cups, makes for the two men, sorry she says, setting  down the two cups. His jacket slides to the side, as if he is reaching for something, she spots the handle of a gun, law enforcement he says, sorry if I upset you, she smiles nervously. He nods. He wears a brown belt, he fingers the clasp, a sign, they are on my side, she sighs…..

2020 What will you do different?

Two old Spirits, they hover around a table, invisible to those dining outside. They hear the conversations going, they are listening to the reality of peoples lives, trying to decide on what direction the planet is going; they are after all connected to the Eternal being. How do change things without upsetting anybody, it’s the crunch question. The abyss moment has been by passed, there is another opportunity for the human race, the demon Spirit has lost its hold on many lives, the internal changes are heading in the right direction , for the first time in a century. Our two old Spirits have been roaming the world; they are looking for the preferred model upon which to base the regeneration of the race; it’s the moment of the eternal bounty.

Balance, says the younger of the two spirits, balance. The older Spirit moves over to a table, a young child is playing with the salt and pepper, while the Mother reads the daily paper, not too fussed. The child is making a little bit of a mess, nothing that a single wipe of a tissue can’t fix, no trouble. The elder Spirit smiles, is back with his co spirit.

You were saying, balance, wasn’t that it.

The younger Spirit sighs, you always say that, why is that?

What!

You pretend you don’t hear then you repeat the question, that’s so infuriating!

Sorry, old teacher habit, I told that years ago, you never listen.

We’ve been arguing like this for centuries, where did that get us?

Can’t you focus anymore says the elder Spirit?

There is so much hyper activity going on.

There is always a lot of brain wave activity going on, it’s the human pulse at work. Unknown to the human race, the energy that is created has to go somewhere, it’s the same as your sex drive, it’s all about energy.

So what would you change asks the Younger Spirit, back in the zone….

Don’t you think they have over done the me thing this last fifty years, you know, it’s all about me stuff, when that gets into your head, it’s hard to realize the compassion you need, to read the signs calmly, this over dramatization is doing the heads in.

I’m 100% with you on that one!

The Horse Trainer

He walks around the paddock, his head raised high, his eyes pointing, his head recalling, the posture of the filly, is she walking all right, he doesn’t want to alarm the animal, he appears not to notice, it has to be natural, throws a a sly look, was that a limp, maybe she has a back problem, watching, how we carry ourselves. Wake up Sean, you are doing it again, what he says, his attention back in the moment. What Dear he says. She has a snarl in her eye, I saw you looking at her. They are outside a restaurant. You never gave me that attention, the thought she keeps inside her. She is getting older, not that she is old. WE all love to be noticed, when we are in the prime of our lives. We all want to be noticed, we want to be of interest in the street.

She leaves her house, her trolley before her, she can’t carry weight on her shoulders, her blonde tresses are turning to grey, her walk is not as smart, age, tiredness, a lot of emotional stuff inside. She lights up when she catches the eye of a passer by, they used to gaze at her, when she was young, memories.

Solomon sighed, how we look at each other. There were many well dressed young women and men, strutting themselves. How would a horse trainer

size them up. He heard the words before, hips do this, legs do that, it wasn’t sexual as the moral brigade tried to impress on us, it was just our nature, we all watch, and wonder, life is a gift. Beepers, imagine what it’s like, you are a race horse, you know you have the ability, in the right hands, the potential will show, patience required. How talent flourishes in the right hands. Jesus only had to wish it sometimes and people recovered, sometimes it was touch. Look in the eyes, are you well, doesn’t every mother know that, and they all didn’t have PhD’s in psychology.

Those who fed fear into the world, he hoped they had celestial insurance, amen.

One Point Three Million….

That’s a lot of kidneys, eyes, livers, stomachs, thigh bones, where did they put it all, and what religion did they follow anyway!. Well, we are all influenced as they say. The pastor leading the group of children through the tour of the Death Camp, hesitated, he didn’t have an answer to the young girls question. Could he say for sure, they were ours, or was it their’s. Solomon was reflecting on the power of forgiveness, and wondered if any lessons had been learned. There were still those within the church, trying to stifle argument and learning, their ways embedded in the past. He imagined the thoughts in all the young heads, wondering if they joined the dots; What they were looking at was, the remains of extremism mixed with religious fundamentalism gone awry, aided by the growth of new technology.

Maybe if there had been more women in the upper hierarchy of the church, more compassion would exist, something the victims would never be able to find out. Solomon saw efforts to direct his thoughts, that were man made. Regardless, what had to be said, would be said, amen. In the papers, the media was hawking stories of those with influence, who had gone astray. If you were poor they didn’t intervene, unless you did something so gross, that it would be of interest to a large audience. Six million in the furnaces, 50 million overall, trying to hang individuals, seemed out of sync, amen.

 

When you encounter the Holy Spirit, there is no hiding place. Solomon sighed, time to admit the mistakes and hopefully learn.

Marriage Women Men and God…

Why does a bird just get up and fly, have you ever asked why, or does the bird have to explain it, it just does it. Why do marriages in the entertainment industry tend to fail, is it the attention seeking, the focus in rather than the look out, how some are filled with a sense of their own preciousness, me, mine, is there room for such talk in a world of Love, as marriage is supposed to be that. Why do you dress like that, how often do you hear that question, you never dress up for me, then it’s out the door, then the wait, till they return.

Solomon was reflecting on the challenge that faces those that love earnestly, who do not want to become cynics, as so many of their friends are, when will you get sense, and the feelings that have to go without nourishment. The papers were full of news, the usual suspects were trying to stall the corrections necessary for the world to work for the better of all, same as an old dress hanging in the closet, it’s there but no one is going to wear it, its’ just a reminder. Solomon read about the exploits of Abraham, a man who had won God’s approval, a man of righteousness. Did God spy on Abraham in the bedroom, does God Spy on horses in the field, men do all those things. Did God count the number of wives Abraham had in those times, did he put a number on the times Abraham let his hair down, you wonder.

The twenty first century since those times, fifteen hundred years since the time of the establishment of Islam, and Abraham is considered the father of all, it’s written in ancient words, so why would men in these times, assume that men made rules could ever overcome the will of God, and have they tried. The Pope Francis was trying to bring up to date meaning to words lost in translation, same as other Spiritual leaders trying to lead their people to the light. Solomon sighed, it has to be from the Heart, and it has to be love of a Jesus scale, amen.

She is unwell, her mind can’t handle the modern world of speed, all roads leading down the same path, so called progress. Ambition overcomes her man, the love was once existed, and still does, hides under bales of pride, man made of course, while her Spirit drifts. She is no good for my career, he should have married his job instead.

Inside Spirit

 

Mother comes in the door, Tracey  was out late the night before, dad is at work, and ma has a dinner to make. In the local department store, Ma got a bargain of a dress, something to impress her figure with. She is all smiles inside, feeling good, her Spirit is on the up, Tracey sneaks in the door, slides past Mum, hoping to be unnoticed, you says Mum, Tracey acts all innocent, Me she says, Mum gives her the eye, your not seeing that fellow again, Tracey waits for the interrogation to begin but there is none, the Spirit inside her Mum, is up, and no amount of small distractions is going to unhinge her. She is her daughters father, will do it her way anyway; sometimes you have to let go.

Years pass, Mum is old, Dad has moved on, now Tracey is looking after her mum; she remembers the compassion of her mother, how gentle she was with her, how she said her few words when necessary, and then let it go; it wasn’t a hammer she held every time there was a row, you don’t bring the wrongs of the past with you, you bring the lessons learned.

For over 2,000 years, a huge amount of Souls were trying to work out the meaning of Jesus, and instead of trying to learn the lesson, they spent most of their time trying to understand the man. We are divine, what does it mean, does it mean we carry baggage everywhere, loading ourselves with all that is wrong; that’s what the dark Spirit encourages. The Inside Spirit, the one you carry inside, is made up of life experiences, habits passed on, gifts from the Spirit, and what are we supposed to do about it you ask?, Solomon sighed, it’s the same as a car on a journey, you pass some one who needs a lift, but if you are already full, how can you help anyone. Space, love looks out, fear looks in, amen.

Every Prayer Counts

 

Every prayer counts, and some prayers had added value, the exploits of the early believers and the old prophet’s clear evidence of it, cannot be denied. So Solomon was praying for divine help for those tonight and today in the middle of this Spiritual war of souls, call it a pep talk, Solomon needed to remind himself everyday, there was no force stronger than God Most High, and no evil spirit had any power or potency of any sort when confronted with Holy Spirit. Across the world, there were men and women on their knees, who did not give up on Faith, who needed more encouragement than any others, their prayers hit the spot, and their spirits needed that lift. He didn’t need reminding, there were those who believed in no God Most High, there were those who would gladly suck what they could from this world, regardless of consequence or coming generations, and there were those who wanted to exhaust themselves on the pleasures of this life, without concern for anyone, and there was evil spirit, that would go on doing what it tried to do, even in the face of God Most High, despite the signs that told them to mend their ways or else, Solomon was putting the seal on it, ensuring he never forgot or others, he was writing it down, amen.

Dedicated souls every day did their thing, some in very dangerous ways, Solomon was asking God Most High to throw his loving arms around them, they have families too, their children, their wives and husbands, their friends, it was not a time to lose, it was not a time to forget. Without others who laid the path, none of us would have made it this far, Solomon just wanted to remind that’s all, amen.

Man Woman Love God

The old man read the report, the old guard, loyal but out of touch, he read the words again, Luigi, bring me a brandy, make it a double, are you sure Father, the old man nods, who needs to read this stuff, he throws the paper on the table, grabs the brandy, his young assistant smiles, he didn’t think the old man could move so fast, like a spider about to zap a fly. Man and Woman he cried, what have they got to do with love, it was my creation from the beginning, what do they know. He holds out the brandy glass, Waterford crystal of the old days, heavy lead, not that brittle stuff they call crystal these days.

Men of God, the old man sighed, what had women and men to do with it anyway, they are just instruments, all of them, mere instruments, so they live in harmony when they are good to each other, who in the Holy Name doesn’t know that. In another corner of Rome, two other men sit in front of a roaring fire, sipping old wine. There will be no women in the brotherhood Jack, not after that book you wrote. The Young Cardinal smiles, they are two men tied to an ancient past, but who failed to understand, that God was the Love inside them. They plan on seizing control of the world.

It could be worse, say a big pharmaceutical

research company owning say, an old folks home…well…

2020 Vision

Less distraction more action, she was used to his ways, he  was always side tracking the issue.  It became her talk, she being a mother, didn’t have time for pride to overtake her, the needs of others overcoming her, for she was born to love, being a mother from the day she was born.

Solomon listened to the news, the cat calls at the young protesters, and the disdainful comments of those who should know otherwise, how silly of them. The Global environment was a ship in the middle of a storm, pushed side to side against each approaching wave, the good captains and queens, working earnestly to keep the ship afloat, similar to the carers everywhere, just doing it, for goodness sake,  for no other reason.

He sighs, should they not be encouraging the young to get involved in these healthy pursuits, why the resistance. Did they see, those in power seats, did they see an appeal  in the young something so many seemed to be blind to. Solomon prayed, may we have 2020 vision, and see what has to be done, may the schemes of the extremists and the deceivers implode on them alone, and those who encourage all that is wrong… The Sun burst from the clouds, the Heavens were talking, put it in writing He said. Solomon wondered what else where was to do, being wise he hoped, he decided to wait, patience was a virtue few possessed, while the world expected the opposite, instant results, amen.

Solomon sighed, who was it, the prophets names, Isaiah, yeah, he prayed for rain, golly, there is power in His words.