Hollywood is Burning….

What, the old man tries to raise his head, hearing is poor, what you say, Hollywood is burning, the words mean nothing to him, he is in a hospital bed. His daughter is reading the paper to him, she is trying to keep him interested, it’s the anniversary of his wife’s death too, he seems to be wondering about her, there are tears in his eye, slow weepy tears, tears of regret, you say something about Tom Hanks, the green mile being his favorite movie, No Dad, Hollywood is burning, he still doesn’t understand. No Spider man to rescue him, no superman to help him, no Iron man either, just the help of the public hospital and those who fund it, Hollywood, the word is one he associates with the lives of others, Hollywood always burned, burned into his memory.

Tom Hanks is thinking of running for President Dad, what do you think of that, do you hear me, Tom  Hanks is running for President, the old mans ears prick up, a crease covers his brow, you mean Donald Trump is dead, his eyes are open. No Dad, Donald Trump is in Paris, it says so in the papers, he’s at the George Cinq, where the paper says it costs $3,000 a night. The old man shakes his head, the election promises, the blue collar man’s friend, blue collar fraud, when an old man can’t find a hospital in his neighborhood and has to travel twenty miles to find a room to die in.

The daughter looks anxiously at her beloved Dad, she wants him to cheer up, give him a happy thought. There’s a Marilyn Monroe movie on tonight. His eyes widen, a round smile fills his face. his eyes twinkle, he turns his head to the side, looks at his youth, and says, I drove her in my cab once, and she left me a fifty dollar tip, some broad he says. His daughter nods, she has heard the story fifty times, it makes him smile. Hollywood was alive then he sighs…

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Peculiar Interests

Group of men caught, their interest in small children alarming, women involved too, media goes into graphic detail, meanwhile you can buy this stuff online, Interpol says it is worth billions in cash, this vile industry, peculiar interests, yet society is interesting children by the hour, in all things perverse, the future seeds, the picture is grey, it’s a nasty outcome, where is this interested being created, who get’s it.

Jesus said, you have to forgive and heal, otherwise you pass on the harm, it becomes your DNA, you absorb it. Wisdom few have ever followed. If people are ill, and it’s a pandemic, 60% of all internet traffic is adult themed and sex, it’s time we put up some road signs, and directed those getting on the super highway, witch hunts don’t work, a new system of internet is called for, the same laws we apply to the road, it’s about time.

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.

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?