24 Seven Care in a 365 day world…

 

Imagine your old, unable to do it for yourself, in need, walking a difficulty, eating a scary feeling, you can’t chew that well, the risk of food getting stuck in your throat, not forgetting the medication, a number of conditions, from heart beat to sleep, you need the basics, just to get through the day, then remind yourself, all the news chasers, responding to isolated reports, the difficulties some elderly live with, then recall the struggle, of those daily providing the caring, cleaning dirty nappies, assisting with toilet, responding to the alarm bells through the night, imagine what it’s like working and living in that world, always trying to be uppity, going room to room, with advice for everyone, doing the chore, being patient while the residents are not so pliable, feeling confined as they are, in their limited life space, would you do those tasks, for 10 to fifteen euro’s or dollars per hour, or would you leave it to someone else.

Imagine it, if we live long enough, we will be all in the hands of the carers; isn’t time to moved it a notch upwards, those menial jobs many deride, cleaning and feeding the elderly, who once were the Kings and Queens of their neighborhoods, just a thought for a Thursday, amen.

And when things go wrong, everyone shouts, we need a lawyer here, not that the residents are going to benefit, well, at least some good came out of it you say, something for yourself of course, hey, we paid good money, doesn’t those words ring bells in your head!

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Open Your Heart

Are you listening, are you too absorbed in yourself to hear, is all you hear your own voice, do you wonder when you read the headlines, can you feel the pain that is felt. When you pass a stranger on the street do you nod, acknowledge, do you carry on down the street, have you forgot theĀ  man begging on the street, when is the last time you opened your heart, have you joined one of those perpetual complaint groups, do you smile a snide smile when you see those above you fall, do you take pleasure in the harm others suffer, are you listening. When was the last time you did something off the cuff that was just good, have you practised all those great sentiments you tell others about, or do you hum inside when they listen to your voice, are you a complete airhead, all noise and no substance, well, when did you last open your heart.

I was hurt he said, he was a bastard she said, recriminations,

so I joined a help group instead, and made a career out of it, when you could have opened your heart and did what Jesus did, forgive, even went to the cross to get the point out, don’t bring the baggage with you, it will drown you.

Solomon smiled, the fingers were ripping across the keyboards, well they always did, he didn’t have to make it up, just let your spirit do the talking and watch the magic emerge. Open your heart, there are so many blessings waiting to be poured out, don’t fill yourself with resentment and hatred, we don’t all eat meat, and sushi is interesting, porridge too. We are all made to be different, same as those flowers, and the birds, wake up, amen. He encountered the Great Spirit, the seal of the divine, it is there, you need to clean up the inside and learn to forgive, amen. Open your heart. If another does you harm, relax, God settles all accounts, and with all the outpouring of Spirit, there are many quaking in their boots, believe me, amen, smile, this is just the beginning.

So Talented….

Look what I can do, the others in the group, half admiring half envious, she plays the first few notes, her fingers roll across the keys, the melody sweet but up tempo, she moves her sticks with ease. The piece ends, there is awe in their eyes, it was more than they expected, she is getting better, there is interest in far off places, and she has had a few offers already, but she is patient, doesn’t want to rush into things, has done that in the past . She recalls the history of Elvis, his instant success, the path to fame, the illusion of Fame, and his early death. Her talent comes from a far off place, she has always had faith, wasn’t sure what it was, till she practiced, found she could change the mood around her, few understood, why was she so shy.

Solomon sighed, what is talent for, bridge building comes to mind, there is so much difference between so many of us, all of us relying on the same environment, while fighting for the resources that sustain us, the race to get numbers in the account, the priority, not wisdom, but we are easily swayed, the forecast of a storm, the rush to the grocery store, the madness, food stuffed in case the world ends, sheep.

The little monkey is fifty feet up, swinging branch to branch, reaches for invisible leaves, not afraid of falling, rarely does, the bird can spot the fish four feet below the surface of the water, the beady eye does the calculations, uses the calculator in the head, does the math, never went to school, does the dive, and in seconds the wriggling fish is in it’s claws, talent, ever wonder where it comes from, the bird can see the crumb, picks, can spot trouble coming, waits till the final second, just lifts up, no engine or starter motor, just rises, talent, human opinion, we are in a slow boat in deed, amen.

Jesus said we are Gods, it is inside you, forgive and don’t put weight on your soul, it only sinks you. We sure do an awful lot complaining if the bribe is a good one. and those who are vulnerable, nearly all of us, are easily fooled. Solomon was recalling, there was so much wisdom out there, but as Jesus said, the example of many is not worth a damn, amen.

The Queen Bee

Jimmy Bee is on the trial, buzzing from flower to flower, shaking his rear, grabbing the pollen, filling up with Nectar, in order to provide sustenance for the Hive and all his colleagues, all their efforts aimed at keeping the Queen. Is there a human equivalent, are we too focused, do we all want to be self made, does our communities matter, are we too localized, do we need to expand our area of operations, imagine Jimmy Bee, flowers not so plentiful, has to extend the range of his travels, has less to bring home, and is slowly getting worn out, what are the prospects for the Hive and all who depend on it.

Spirit is like that sack Jimmy brings home to the Hive, the flowers are less plentiful, the air quality weakening, stress on all systems. The pollinator in trouble spells trouble for all, same with Spirit. The spin of the big voices are great, but as Jesus says, the follow up is not as clear cut. Are we going to pretend times are good when they need to change, just saying. In real time Solomon encountered the Spirit, it is something worth remembering, as the inner Spirit is renewed, interventions occur from the world divine. Imagine, how easy it is, to increase the Spirit, and how well you feel afterwards.

Can we make money out of this, the financial guru is shouting at the young broker, you have the scene and the movie. The broker turns rogue and sells out his friends. When we don’t put effort into Spiritual loving

growth, how can we pray with a full heart to a God that knows everything. If we don’t mind the bees, how can we expect to survive, another off the cuff remark, Einstein was good at that, mind the bees, amen.

Islam, Christianity, Judaism…ICJ

The book, Islam, it’s all about love, protecting the faith, five basic tenets, it’s not the extremism so readily reported, its’ not the extreme examples reported, the KKK claim to be Christian too, muddied by the greed of business, demonized by the press, it is a way to the Kingdom of God.

Jesus, regularly mentioned in the Book too, Abraham too, we are of God, it’s the story of the good Samaritan, as told by Jesus, your deeds and your heart is who you are, not the texts you read, it’s as simple as love.

2019, the world is changing fast, new sense of awareness, bridges being built, Jesus being the central character, unites all the true faiths. Those who love are compassionate first, understanding of others, they listen, they don’t agitate, they don’t create division, they seek ways to build relationships.

The early believers, the followers of Jesus, the children of Abraham, met with fierce opposition, they challenged the power base, so they were in fear much of the time. 2,020 years later, whether it’s a week difference, a month, it does not matter, love is not an exact science, it’s an action.

The Challenge in the year ahead, connecting the common threads between all believers. I may not eat sushi, it doesn’t mean others can’t. In a world lost in translation, we need to get back to the very basics, and agree on the fundamentals, amen.

Solomon saw the signs in the Sky, and more, the heavenly powers were moving, and down on earth, they needed to move hearts, and quickly, amen.

Pablo Escobar

Billions spent on the search, minds applied, technology deployed, resources unlimited, congress approved, when they are interested, there is no shortage of effort, wish the same effort was applied to social needs, they probably just forgot, meanwhile, many years after his death, record levels of drug use across the planet, more and more getting addicted to the gadget by the day, children under more stress than ever, the environment quaking at the seems, sounds as if they spent too much time on Pablo, the cheers that went up in some places the day he died, hardly a breath today, a case of bad management, would you not say. Being poor, it is a struggle, as those in the comfy seats never move aside, while those with the wealth, only want more.

Meanwhile, the technology gained from the death camp experiments in Germany during the great war, used to create the nuclear device, the means of our quick disposal, in the hands of some unsteady men, Pablo understood them better than most. Before the critic in you responds, I don’t advocate drug use, it’s all over the place as we write, it’s just a case of stating what is correct, happy new year, amen.

 

The trail around the corner…

Here for the auditions, a car passes, they begin to scream, it’s him, a few of the more cannier ones use the distraction to steal a few places, they are closer to the door, there’s a life to be gained once inside the door, might even get in the paper, bling, a boyfriend with a football club, it’s hard to ignore, the trail around the corner. Inside the talk is ratings, the flow of cash, how they need to become more risque in order to attract, more electric wallets.

The career, she went to drama school, studied in the auditorium, had a real love of song, now she is being controlled by the accountants, and her dealer, well, the cocaine never disappoints, and she can hit it all night. The long dress is now a mini, she has disrobed in the papers a few times, the tit bit doubled her sales that week. Now she is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, have another pill her manager says, there is malice in his eye, who are you after all, didn’t you do the trail around the corner too.

Solomon sighed, it’s never too late to change lanes, amen.