Damn Damn Damn

 

They meet in the desert, the tents are busy, the hangers on hover around, wondering what they are saying inside. The light of God Most High shines, inside the wise men of old meet in Spirit, (They carry Holy Spirit inside), they discuss the meaning of love, and what it means in the modern world, has it changed.

Jesus stands up, he has memories, but they are not hurtful, even if they left deep scars inside and out, he has an understanding of the Father’s wish, that everyone be saved. The Great eastern prophet listens, his head to the side, the church leaders look fearful, their past connects with them when in the divine presence, it unsettles them. Moses rushes into the tent in a sweat; he apologizes for his sudden entrance, Jesus nods, haven’t seen you in awhile. Dressed in formal desert robes, old habits die hard, he has had a revelation from on high, the proverbial reminder of Heaven’s will.

We were just discussing the meaning of Love says Jesus, Moses smiles, it’s why I was summoned here.

“it’s up to us to rewrite it if that is what it takes!” Suleyman says. Jesus raises his eyebrows, he recalls the day they deserted him, left him, how often did they try to move him on, what a journey.

The prophet from the east, is listening, everyone is listening in the tent, the wisdom rolls out, actions are being mined in their heads. They decide on a first base principle;

Never take advantage of the vulnerable says Suleyman. Jesus sighs, this is going to be a long day indeed.

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Artists Artists Artists.. United?

He has something to say, you should listen to him, she has a new voice, listen, artists, the small child has words he wants to say, he’s a child no one listens, why. Artists, the great global consciousness, well that was the way it was supposed to be, the collective thoughts contained in their works, be it sculpting, writing poetry, long stories, canvas, all filled with need, their heads and the hearts, pouring into the world their thoughts; man, I wanted to hear those words, they mean something, artists, and what happens, or more important, what is it that this all means. Consciousness, awareness, the need to show, the necessity to open hearts to new pathways.

What in affect happens; down through the centuries, anyone who harboured thoughts that conflicted with the dogma of the ruling class of the day, usually thwarted, unless they had the patronage of the same people, and when some made a break through, difficulty is what they found, resentment caused, labels applied, unwell, not one of us and so on, unless the general populace loved them and defended them.

Solomon was reflecting, there were so many issues, so many you’d be lost in the haze. He read about the difficulties the traditional sources of comfort were having; loss of personnel, message not being absorbed, loss of connection, and so on. In relation to divine enthusiasm, if you based your “art” or “vocation in life”, on the connection overhead (Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, the real one, was saved a few times), a power that hit the peaks at the time of Jesus, you would assume you’d hang onto the connection, not by cheating, but by incorporating the principles in your life. If talent dries up, maybe it’s time for a career change, rather than go fishing for others talents, those less organised as they say; otherwise their divine connection blurs then dies.

Solomon was comparing the times of Jesus Christ, the threats that he had to overcome, the weakness of the believers in the face of miracles, and the regular threat, same today as then, of the already organised machine that controls so many lives. At a time when there has been so many signs, and they are on the way, everyday in fact, the danger of speaking up, saying it as it needs to be said, simply, be brave.

Artists, avenues for thoughts to disperse; there has never been a more needy time for them. Your job won’t matter if the toxic dump leaks into your water supply; and the environment for your children won’t change into positive territory, until you make the effort to improve things; leaving it to your leadership, is the same as waiting for Godot.

Child

Spirit filled, absorbing like sponges, a raised voice or a scream, imitating, watching, eating, excited, noisy, fairly normal bring a child; add in the extras, the gadgets, the thumbed games, the overtly sexualized world, the bias of parents, they trust them, and soon the child becomes, dispirited, like little prisoners trying to escape their world.

 

Rose tinted glass’s were fine to wear in the dark; in the clear light of day, the rosey hue might tint it, help the eyesight if that is the case, but when a world was rearing children in the depths of depression, it asked questions. Solomon encountered the Great Spirit, in real time, not imaginary, 100% real time proof of the existence so many wondered about. Put it this way, he wasn’t going to make a fool of himself by pretending.

Old Man Christmas

The days close in on the main event, and the visitors are on their way, friends and relatives we haven’t seen for a while, including the “old man”, will be showing up. Last preparations, runs to the store, the gathering of wood, it is all getting prepared. I have met many, and many had met him, but it was the “old man”, who told the best stories. Every night over the Christmas period, he used to read us stories, from his head, the story of the turkey with the three heads, the most entertaining one of all. He had problems with his eyesight, didn’t know where to look!

What was the reason I remember the “old man”. why did others slip from memory, it was one of those questions that is not easy to answer, I suppose when you are small, it’s the great tales you recall as you get older, and the “old man”, well, he loved telling them. I realize now, many years older, and hopefully wiser, he was just passing the tradition on, a bit like Christmas itself, a reminder of other things, amen.

“and there was a slice of bacon for dinner and gravy if we were lucky!”

“did they do dessert?” asked siobhan, her face down

We would always fall asleep before the end. Isn’t that the great thing about a good story, it just lives on, with the help of the “old man”, of course.

Spirit

there are two types, that that comes from above, and that that comes from men, the Spirit above brings with it, a bounty, eternal life, it is everlasting, goes on and on. What’s the difference asked the child, it was confusing, the spirit was the spirit, what was this other “Spirit”. The power of God lived in Holy Spirit He said, it could heal, make the impossible possible, it protected and guided, it was what the old prophets wrote about. It was the lasting kind, and it was gathering in strength, as love grew stronger. The boy nodded his head, it was the answer to his prayers, a simple explanation. He was experiencing strange things, he could see angels, he was aware of old spirits, was he going crazy like his sister, she was still in the asylum. Now he realized what he had was a gift.

Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, and more, and it all pointed to a reforming world, a change, and the results in the time period, make it clear, this is ordained from above, how wonderful was that, awesome.

The Wall that Donald built!

Artwork by JR Known for his colossal-sized installations, French artist JR is currently working on this large piece on the Mexican side of the US/Mexico border. JR posted the ‘work in progress’ photo to his Facebook and Instagram pages yesterday, along with an earlier photo below showing the supporting structure being built. …

via Meanwhile on the Mexican Side of the US/Mexico Border — TwistedSifter

In the Head dudes!

where did the ideas come from, in the head dude, it was in his head, the sheriff is trying to make sense of the massacre. A man drives a car into a crowd, where did the idea come from. Solomon had an easier answer, hatred, someone sowed hatred, and it found an outing. In times of great distress, where do you seek refuse, usually in the last place you felt safe, well, that’s not original, but then again, when is the last place safe for you. Well, if you are hungry and they feed you, that sounds good. If you were friendless and found an ear, that’s good. Makes it easy for extremists to find a willing victim, just make them feel safe while you fill their heads while they eat out of your hand, really simple, all you have to do is fill the heads dude.

Solomon recalled the times of old, the danger of newness and the threat it was to the ruling class; no one threatens our livelihood and escapes. A bearded pharisee, they didn’t have hairdressers in those days, hardly had a sharp scissors either, whatever. Well, there is Jesus, the man who is trying to fill them with the truth about their own divinity, yes, the divinity that is in all blessed by the Holy Spirit, and he gets the ear of the eager believers, who are tired of the same old same old, those promoting the voice of God seem to be using the voice for their own purposes. Stop it will you, tell them the truth, God the Father is in all who truly believe, you just have to make space, and those who want to promote that are mere servants. What, you mean those guys we are serving are supposed to serve us, Yes.

It started as a custom, it became a standard, it soon became the law, it soon filled their heads, amen.