Thank You

Two words, that don’t add up to much, but when said or spoken mean so much, in the heart of the receiver. Solomon was reflecting on life, all the things that happened, the uphill struggles, and then the arrival of the helpers, so many of them, it was hard to believe.  If there was ever a doubt about the existence of that Other World, Smile,

Solomon had no doubts. Throughout the world, there are helpers, who do it every day, just being themselves, going about doing good deeds, dishing out advice, leaving hints, the proverbial army of God. As leonard said, Cohen that is, we often forget to pray for the angels, well, Solomon sighed, thanks. That will put a smile on a few faces, amen.

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Power of the Imagination

Words, she reads the page, feels her skin at the back of her neck curl, scary, she can imagine it, the atmosphere and the experience, it feels so real. The Power of Miracles, they came, they heard, they saw it themselves, from God he said, The Great One. It must be demons, their first reaction, as if they were afraid of them, they were afraid of him, he could read their thoughts, why the surprise he said, can’t a bird just lift up and fly, see how a butterfly transforms itself, you don’t assume it was an accident, do you?

Their first thoughts; the demon had caused the miraculous, who else had the power. Their own words, pointed to a conflicting force, he was of the light. Imagine it, the dulling of belief, then the resurrection of the Spirit, when they saw it for themselves, food for thought. Imagine, their consciences, their sleepless nights, as they straddled over all the harm they caused, enlightening.

Solomon, was recalling, the episode, when the Pharisee’s challenged Jesus, as to where he got the power to do what he did; It’s simple, when God resides in you, amen.

The Person Inside

Four different foundations, each one a shade lighter, she is after the perfect look, she is giving a presentation, there will be cameras and journalists, her outward appearance really matters, the public are influenced by what they see, pretty gets all the attention at the start, what about it she puts on some blusher as well, who can blame her.

The baby is a few days old, pink flesh with eyes arms that move, fed every four hours as per the instructions, the nurse calls every week to assist with the new born health, it’s important to get the foundations right at the start, has an affect on baby the diet the sleep pattern the well being of mother, the person inside needs all this basic nurture.

The four year old child has the phone in his hands, his mother grabs it takes if from him, your too young for all that stuff, wait til you grow up she says with adoring eyes, he screams and screams she says no, she gives him a biscuit calms his troubles away, distraction and other inputs the child will be safer without the mobile phone..

Later, why can’t I do that, well, if that’s what they do, why not me, it’s reasonable logic, he is only a child. Twenty years of online provocation, a click and your on the site, enticed with words, reminded daily by image, your natural workings interfered with, how easy it is, to undermine the well being of the Spirit inside…

The battle was ongoing, the young souls were under assault, the mighty angels were busy, the old networks were falling, the changes were coming everyday, who could imagine it, so many changes in so short a time. Solomon was recalling the pressure so many young were under, as depression was being recorded with alarming frequency, in the very young, a warning call, it was putting pressure on the seed provider, amen.

The Descendants

He will make a good looking father, she is all bling, he has a sharp hair cut, and she has never been to speck savers. The jewelery is stolen, the car is hire purchase, and his wealth is based on using the vulnerable, he will make a great father. She likes his car, he has four of them, a triple garage, six houses, and an unlimited supply of cash, he will make a good father…., her children will look like him, that’s all that matters, it’s how she judges the world…

Solomon was doing a study of his genealogy, the family tree, where we came from, who our parents were, who their parents were and so forth, the habits, the interests, what is in your make up, interesting stuff, and recalled the ancient scriptures, and the line of descendants laid out, from the time of adam, down to Noah, and beyond, each generation a step, to this time and place.

Well, he was trying to understand why it would be so in the ancient books. He recalls the story of Jacobs well, the field given to the descendants, Abraham, and the promise of God, as retold by descending generations, and why it was recorded The lists are laid out, he read them, there for all to read, why was it so.

Reminders to our past he sighed, we are connected by faith, and the ancient stories remind us, the stories of old are true, the Power of God makes everything possible. He sighed, a friend was ill, and was bearing up, there are signs in the heavens, divine help is about, time to ask for a little help, we are all descendants, amen.

Just imagine it, you just have to pray it better, it’s that simple.

That Moment… — Erika Kind… a re blog, maybe I’m lazy, too tired, worn out, had too much, well, If you need a little pep in your step….

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Addiction

Can’t fill the gap inside, it’s impossible, can’t, I am going to throw up, she is on her feet and moving, not too bad he smiles, geeing up her Spirits. She is seriously wobbly, will collapse at the first obstacle, he holds her arm, he is leading her to the toilet. Spittle at the edge of the mouth, her hair once lush, has thinned out, he waits outside the door, making gestures to himself, this too will pass. Alcohol addiction, what a curse. He listens while she washes up, readies the energy, she will require his time for a few days, in order to get over the worst of it. The nerves will settle, it’s just the encouragement she needs at the start.

The bathroom door opens, there is a smile on her face, the same smile you would imagine on a small baby, after taking it’s first steps, i did it I did it, you sure did he sighed, how easy was that, a little effort, a smile on a face. She makes it back to the bedroom, her glass of water is half full, she will want a refill. A loud sigh, she is between the covers, food he asks, she shakes her head, I will get you a glass of water instead. He leaves the room, ventures to the kitchen, takes a deep breath, slogans come to mind, he makes an effort to ignore them, refills the glass, heads back up the stairs. She is sleeping, day one over he sighs, while leaving the glass on the bedside locker.

With a little help from you friends sighed Solomon, and it’s easy to overcome, an addiction.

Up or Down….

Did it matter, they were watching from the shadows, the coins in their pocket jingle, reminding them, there was more where that came from, eyes that pierce. He held the audience, they listened to his words, there was only one of him, they were plenty, how was he able to do it, they were getting angrier by the day, as he stole their claim on them.

Solomon was watching the old clint movie, the “pale rider”, the community miners, and the big business interest, and the conflict. As they stood together, they were strong, alone you were vulnerable, same as a woman on a late night street unlit, there is a threat. In the world of image, where appearances count for so much, did it really matter, where you came from, so long as you stood together. It was the sign of the believers, they did not make comparisons between each other, they worked on helping each other.

It made the actions of Jesus all the more remarkable, under constant threat, he beleived in the Father, and they were not able to do anything.