The Coffin Jock

She is a coffin jock, well you never heard an undertaker described in those terms before, did you, the old man is studying a catalog, it’s full of glossy images of coffins. The waiting room in the undertakers is playing mourning music, Vivaldi’s four seasons he thinks, he is not sure, he thumbs the brochure. Mandy is waiting for him to choose his box, the oak Kingdom comes in at 4,000, but it has real silk lining and an air cushioned pillow that is guaranteed to last five years, so the scribble beneath says. He looks over at Mandy, he is a shrewdie, always asks, seeks value in everything.

How can you prove it?

What she smiles

It says here the air cushion is guaranteed for five years, how is that so!

She has the answer ready, she explains. NASA uses long lasting power capsules to ensure the thing, the spaceship stays supported when it loses contact with the home base, our manufacturers have taken a leaf out of their technology and encapsulated it in the power cushion, meaning, you will never have to worry about a good nights sleep once you go under.

Why did I ask he wonders. The previous month, he was at a get prepared presentation, a meeting for those interested in preparing for the end of life, originally supposed to be a lawyers benefit, the seminar being sponsored by a large firm, it was aimed at getting the oldies to take up or update their last will and testament. Old Bill decided he’d smooch along for the fun of it, he’d already left the bulk of his estate to an old folks home, on condition they spent the money, on entertainment services for his old friends, a way of saying thanks to them all. Coffins were far from his mind. A week later he gets the news, good news. At the seminar there was a raffle, and why not, Bill wins it, the prize, a free coffin.

How long have you been a coffin Jock he says, at the end of the brochure, about to close it..

Did I hear right she thinks, did he say coffin jock!

Solomon sighed, so much effort in preparing for the last act and so little effort put into the entire performance, maybe old shaky spear was right, the world is a stage.

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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.

Glum News

“hatred is the disease that love is the cure for”

Are all those frowns fashion or fake, the two old guys sit with their coffee, the afternoon sun is shining and the world is passing by, the good old days Sam smiles, yeah, chuck twists his head follows a walker down the street, the way the body moves, is stiff, is unnatural, it’s as if she is walking down a long catwalk, the face is sour and her beauty is smeared, she looses so much of her light with the pout she wears, it has to be fashion muses Sam, no one that good looking could be so glum.

She pouts before the mirror imitating the women she watches on TV, looking miserable is the new fashion statement, another one passes by equally fine the same stride on her, copying each other, what’s wrong sighs Sam, she has the air of a giraffe with a bee sting on her ass, humping along the long frown , there’s another one, a new sort of race replies his buddy, life is not all that bad but you would never believe it by the look on their face.

Whatever happened to the smile asks Sam, it used to be normal to have one, he sips his coffee, the way people put on a face these days, no wonder so many are confused, you’d think they are all poker players, something like that, all pretending.

Solomon read the stories of old, the joy that was in the heart of the believer, passing on the sunshine, the well being of others central to the well being of all, so much for all the acting he sighs, glum news, life is a gift and even death wasn’t the end of the affair, just the beginning of the next one, no glum news in that. He recalls the words of Jesus, the yoke piled on the believers, the stress they heaved on the shoulders of those who believed, and what did He say, listen to the words all right, but don’t imitate ALL

what they do, many lead people astray. The extremists who were trying to divide people ought better realize it he sighed, Heaven is real, have no doubts about it, amen.

Bullying

Spying behavior, the seeds of discontent, the worry at the changes, was it ever that different, Solomon was recalling the times of old, the mind set hadn’t changed, many were still addicted to control, some call it freedom, some call

it destiny, some called the tactics clever, Solomon called them cheap.

Down through the ages, it hadn’t changed at all, the innuendo, the threat to the followers, the anxiety and the hold. In the Networks there was anxiety, in the investors world, paranoia, things weren’t reacting as they used to, as if that was good for you. Picture it, the folksy chat, the painted gardens, the smiles and the comrades, the sense of getting close to the goal, soon we will have absolute control, then Imagine, the arrival of Great Spirit, Jesus, the movie when the outsider arrives, and how plans are thrown into the dust heap, while all the time the bullying continues.

Move to the modern times, the headlines, the over reaction of TV pundits, willing their supporters on.

It was one of those days, the sensibilities are interfered with, as if you are supposed to get used to it. Solomon sighed, the words of old on his lips,

“like children you must be when you approach the Father”

Those who covet control, want you beaten, tired, worn Spiritless, unless it’s them you support. He saw the spirit rise, he saw the strut constrict, Spirit means God, amen, and there was nothing anyone could do about that. You just know, it’s inside you, changes the thinking, and that’s for sure.

What Unites Us?

The lowest common denominator, sounds like a math question, what is the lowest common denominator, heard it in math class, we are doing adding and subtraction, the teacher is adding a little flare, all the eyes are on the board, the children are small, they all are keen to answer, get it right. No one is being bullied, there are no security guards at the school gates, and parents are not paranoid either, what used to unite us you ask. Well, the mobile, our wealth, the car we drive, where we live, are we rich or poor. Solomon sighed, it was so simple for Jesus, his words were so simple too. God is inside you, seriously, the guys are looking at him wondering is it for real, the women like him, he actually listens, doesn’t size them up or put them down, what unites us, it was so simple, so simple, deeds.

So many distractions, and when it all comes down to it, we are just experiences, some of us exude light, some of us dark, the energy that surrounds us, how simple is that. When we share, we don’t have to worry that much, we can’t be fished, watch the bird soar, who taught it how to fly, yeah, it’s that simple, so what unites us?

Little Miss

She listens to the old man, he is powerful, has everything she could want, has power, money, and serious wealth, can buy anything he likes, she is enthralled, he can do anything for me if I do anything for him, what is it, she listens, the tales of fantastic wealth, the fashion few can afford, the story, wow, did it really happen, she is listening to every word, I could be like him, he is so intoxicating, he can see the gleam in her eye, knows she is spell bound, putty in his hands, he will pass her around like a rag doll, just another starlet with stars in her eyes, little miss.

All through her life, she can’t grow up fast enough, it’s waiting for her, she becomes his accomplice, encourages others to think the same, the way a deceiver buys what he wants, using others, we are just libertarians, we live life to the full, seize every opportunity there is, live the fast life, and then it’s over, that’s life he told her. Her parents have struggled all through life, she is in a trance, what is his world like. Little miss, the habits she acquires, the more perverse it gets, well, what does it matter, do people really do those things, obviously they do, she is doing what she could never contemplate, years before she was disgusted, now it’s common place, little miss.

Solomon was reminiscing, life was not always like this, but the habits his young friends are being exposed to, was alarming to him, in particular, the vulnerable ones, fodder for the machine, their lives not worth more than toe rags, to those with the power and clout. Imagine it, they lived in guilded homes, had rooms for many, had wealth while the little ones frowned, while lecturing the world, with the skills acquired from script writers, who sold their souls and their talents as well. He wondered how they would reflect, as sure as God was real, their conscience would rise inside them, and leave them all in a living hell.

He saw the cloud, the men in the clouds, miracles, the visit of angels, and so much more, if they needed proof of divine existence, he could provide it, amen.

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.