Another Investigation

How many lawyers do you need to carry out one investigation; Well, you need a lawyer to agree what they are going to get paid, another to ensure they get paid, another lawyer in case there is a dispute about fees, another lawyer to oversee that the lawyers are actually acting legally, and lots of coffee machines, so all the lawyers have enough caffeine in them, to keep them awake, Oh, I forgot, you need a lawyer to proof read everything, and a lawyer to set a timetable for the completion of the investigation. Yes, it requires a lot of lawyers to conduct a reasonable investigation, as for the investigation itself, well, lets hope there will be a second investigation in order to prove that the first investigation was conducted correctly, we don’t want to have any doubts, do we.

Solomon sighed, Jesus said it simple all those years ago; The Kingdom of God is inside you, it’s a question of creating the space, no lawyers required to explain that.

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Needles

She runs in the door, has a mind filled with anger, she is going to upset the first person she meets, she is as primed as an atom bomb, wants to destroy and do nothing else, a habit she formed, a bit of self a bit of life, needle them they said, what is that.

The image, the pin prick, the drop of blood, the mixture heated over the spoon, the wired vein, the plunge, and that sinking feeling. A long way from the lawyers office, where Mr Big and his educated lawyer conduct their affairs. Expensive brands cut leather shoes, bleached teeth too, a far cry from the uneducated addict, sitting in slum land, taking what he or she can get, used as a toe rag, out of sight of family, they have already forgot.

Needles, the stone in the shoe, the little annoying journalist who wont give up the story, the ache in your heart, the feeling that wont go away. She needles everyone.

Solomon smiled, there was a lot of joy about, the eyes told their own story, many held smiles, a few wore frowns. the needle he surmised, help from above. To imagine that your life really counts, and you are not a statistic after all, despite what you have been forced to believe, in order to stay alive.

How the miracles of olden times, needled the Spiritual leaders of those times. He is stealing our flock, they listen to him, we have to do something about it. 2,000 years later, they are still listening, amen. You have to needle them sighed Solomon, same way you prod at times, amen.

Give it Up

The car needs a service, he prefers to walk, she is worried about her weight, he says exercise will sort it out, she prefers the Gym, the choices. The amount of time we spend on stuff that we will soon forget. He had a dream, there was all the stuff you could possibly want, and the other end of the spectrum, a new car, low wheels, open top, warm weather, he is walking to the shop recalling the dream, spots the sign offering cheap car insurance, then he thought, if he had what the dream said, he wouldn’t be thinking that, rather, the garage, would it be big enough for the collection, or would he need a group policy, they probably do it cheaper for celebrities, the stuff that fills the head, red or blue, another detail he would have to  mull over. The ideas that we fill our heads with. Solomon recalled the parable of old, it’s your heart that matters most, even if you need a top up every so often. Easy to see the conflict though, between the Spirit and the material, the daily existence, amen.

The Rest of My Life…

No, it wasn’t the great sleep, it is simple, the rest of your life, what do you mean she said. She wanted to be free of them, older now, she had changed internally, she was looking out, same as a bird about to leave the nest. So much of the world is in a hurry, she is too, if I don’t do it today, the opportunity is lost, come on, she is making sense. The cocaine is helping her thought process, she is super confident, knows what she wants. So much of life is fueled, the emotional spears, the wounds that haven’t healed, the need to escape them. sometimes we need a push.

To the world she had everything money could possibly buy, inside, she wanted to hear what was real, not what everyone wanted her to hear, she was a queen trapped, as captive as a bird in a cage. So much we feel is fixed, she gets the rush of the high, she states her case, I need to fly she says. The arguing continues, there is no peace at the table, her friends, so modern too, they don’t accept the old ways, she points out to what is going on around the world, haven’t you noticed she sighs.

The SPIRIT is strong inside her, the changes above clear to all, the numbers re appearing, the revelations and all. Her Father nods, she is right, there is too much we hang on to that we need to let go he says, his wife smiles, she has suffered from the restrictive practices, some rules

are reasonable, but they don’t need to be enforced.

Solomon imagined many young women hoping the changes came sooner, while the elders remained stiff minded, but as usual, wisdom wins out in the end. THE Spirit is alive, the plans of the extremists implode on themselves, just a little patience required, that’s all.

Young and Free

Child plays with her mother, eats from a biscuit, her eyes wander, filling the head, Solomon looks at his cigarette, puts it out of sight, what habits do I want to encourage, He recalls the movies he has seen as a child, the cigarette moments, the way the smoke lifts from the lips of the seductress, so persuasive, hypnotising when your a mere child. The young girl looks at the Mother, the mother smiles, the little girl wanders a little further, knows her mother is watching, she will be okay, young and free. Imagine it, Solomon had, no one living was perfect, but imagine it, the old days, those in charge of the Spiritual teaching, making it difficult for those who wanted to believe, coming up with complex rules, Jesus is watching this, he wonders are they for real, inside he sighs, this is simple, don’t harbour harm, be gentle, show compassion, and when you do love, be for real.  Solomon watched the playful child, doing what a child does best, being playful, no fears. In a very short time, those little eyes would have to deal with the elephant in the room, the interest everyone shows in the modern day cigarette, the mobile phone. The signs were coming fast, and miracles are happening, times like these that they dreamed of over a thousand years ago, happening today for real. Young and free, amen, listen.

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Word Power

It’s amazing sighed Amo, the old gitter is being helped onto the toilet, he can hardly walk, but it doesn’t matter so long as he gets there, least he can sit normally, word power he says, how words can shock us or inspire us, frighten us, warm our hearts, constrict us, start a fire in us, simple words. The ears are always open to words, we are programmed to hear them. so long as we are allowed, that’s why there are those that restrict us, words, we don’t want that said, it will only upset our plans, the big reputation at risk, afraid to hear them, and what others might think, the framing of words, an art form. What do you mean Amo asks the nurse, while helping him clean his ass. Words he sighs, it’s how we understand the world, we can’t do without them, how else can we communicate.

Solomon sighed, the way reputation is guarded, how voices are silenced, words usually. The only reputation worth having was one of the Spirit, the Spirit that enlightens, not the Spirit that darkens, words again, how we use them. The first words in the ancient scriptures, the word became alive, and the world was created, by Great Spirit, the light, word power again.

Those checking their bank accounts ought to do a check on their Spiritual well being, the words they use, the sentiment in the heart, were they merciful, did they try to achieve at any cost, did they undermine love in order to get what they wanted, did they blame others for their own lacking, a few words he sighed would sort it all out, word power again, same as a good prayer, amen.

 

If Spirit is the communication tool that is eternal, wasn’t it time to get practice at it, given all the recent changes…