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.

My Camp

No immigrants, search them out, frighten them, chase them like rats, round them up, it’s not Germany in the thirties, it’s America today. Developed by immigration, the great hope, is adopting the tactics of Adolf Hitler. Calls the Mexican people degenerates, (the cheap labor provided by mexico transient workers has saved the agricultural industry), apart from the workers who came to California to do the jobs Americans didn’t want to, (cheaper too). like Mussolini in Italy, modern day fascists are all chomping at the bit, they have a friend in the pole position, what is going on. If ever there is a lesson in history this is it, those left without hope will find it somewhere, the kid in the ghetto seeking a way out, eventually, the systems burst. As the rich man said in the parable, from hell where he lay, could you not send a messenger, just to warn them. Ironic thought Solomon, 2,000 years later, those words were more apt today, than when first spoken, amen.

Did you hear me!

turn down the stereo, the phone rings, no one can hear, a thousand different voices, all hoping to be heard, sounds like hell, me, did you hear me, the constant drone. Picture it, the survivors retelling the story, the only witness’s to the horror, be it the Titanic, be it the horror of Auschwitz, the voices calling out, did you hear me. Then imagine Jesus, walking through a small village or town, the voices calling out, heal me, do you hear me, he walks on, but hasn’t ignored them, if they have faith, they will be healed, do you hear me, amen.

Many voices were calling out, shouting injustices, my cause, my rights, my needs. Then there were other voices calling out in silent prayer, thanking God for the blessings being poured out, do you hear me. Solomon listened to the world around him, every day was a gift, the scars on his body, reminders, i’m on my feet today, do you hear me. Only God Most High could have done it, do you hear, amen. The power of Faith, it was the story of Great Spirit, 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.

About God

What do you need to know, did you listen to the ancient words, do you think there is a force stronger on the planet, what turns DNA into life, what is that what is stored on a pin top, what makes the invisible visible, what new seed had science ever created, tell me i’m dying to know, why do powerful people despise Holy Spirit, all you need to know about God, is written in stories, sung in song, retold every week, the ever present power that is within your reach.

Solomon read the story about the weather pattern, and where it was focused, he recalled the story of Elijah, the holy prophet, how storms were averted, how love appealed to God, and how love that was real was the rarest form of love in existence, and the sure way to connecting with our divinity. Trouble crossed many frontiers, but when it came to his door, it ceased. The reminder was timely, as new powers sought power. everywhere he looked, a new landscape was appearing, amen.

Did it open your ears!!

What, she’s a brawler, from jersey, his ears are bleeding, she shouts cause he’s half deaf. Did you see the way she dressed, what, what, what is she asking anyway, don’t suppose Donald trump would be impressed he says under his breath, his hearing is perfect, it’s all part of an act, the stuff he got away with over the years. Did you see my stick, he walks with an aid, she looks around the apartment, she put it somewhere. They keep each other busy while deceiving each other, she minds him, and he mines her. Healthcare, they are going to cut your health care Louis, What!, did it open your ears. Those who lived with the golden spoon in their mouths were telling the poor how to live, sounded a bit french, Mary Antoinette

, what a poor dress sense, with all those high collars, when she hadn’t a head on her at all. ears, she never used them anyway, what good were they, Healthcare!

Happy New Times

new world, old guard in runs, real love ascending, change happening, prayers answered, children smiling, few avoiding, honesty to the fore, thoughtfulness, titans turned into babbling fools, no more of more of the same, signs of the awakening everywhere, amen. Words write the future, make your dream the widest, and catch all the others as well. Solomon

understood the power of words. The prayers of Isaiah reminding him, amen.