Can’t Concentrate today

having difficulties in school, doesn’t respond when spoken to, sits alone during break time, is quick to start a row, what is gone wrong she asks, the school report is another nail in her coffin, she is overloaded, hasn’t the time she needs to spend with her child, the doctor prescribes medication, it’s mood altering, should calm him down a little, and it’s safe for children she asks, the doctor nods, holds up the brochure, has been used safely in thousands of cases, goodbye.

She is out of bed, her medication the first thing on her mind, determined to get better, there is a lot at stake, her career, the well being of the family, and herself. better she feels, is it placebo, it couldn’t work that fast, she’s just popped one, in reality it will take twenty minutes before it hits her system. Can you get me any sleepers i’ll trade you some anti depressants, what are they like he asks, he wants them to come down from the heroin he is on.

A busy night a big presentation, there will be over a 100 colleagues watching his every move, better take one of her pills, he’s seen how calm they make her. he slips two from the blister pack, he will take a half one now and the other half an hour before he goes on, nice and relaxed. I didn’t know what i was doing, i hit him once then twice, i knew if he got up he was going to kill me, there was a lot of blood and the pictures were leaked to the press.

The gathering claps, great presentation chuck, he nods, is more relieved than anything else, can feel the spare tablet in his pocket, didn’t have to take the second one. I wasn’t in my right mind it was the medication, that’s what i’m saying. A doctor rushes in from the text room, the patients are on a line of new medication, there has been really exciting results, there is a fortune at stake, if what the patient told her is correct, it made me strong down there he smiles.

The shares go through the roof, do you know what this means, no more slow downs in the bedroom, can you believe it, how come nobody discovered this before, high fives every where, the doctor who made the discovery is soon on the board. You mean there is a side affect we didn’t know about, that is good for the bottom line. She pops her pills, the shot gun is on the back seat, she is having weird dreams, see’s things that no one will ever believe.

she walks from the canteen back to her cell, she smiles and nods strolls slowly, can’t believe where she is, what am i doing here, she is lucky they didn’t execute her, because she was a woman and it was her first offence, life without parole was her final sentence. You mean i have to take these everyday, she remembers her sisters friend. he had issues, social issues, had been unable to express himself, so did what a child did, acted up in a way that would attract attention, i need help, how can you make an appeal if you don’t understand yourself.

How many sighed Solomon, how many, addicted unintentionally and legally, why be surprised, didn’t they put the soldiers sent to Vietnam on medication, in order to get them to fight, well, who can concentrate on that!

The Constant Complainer

News, bad, something to complain about, something to hide behind, as you research and fill your head, darn, does that sound right, and that over there, did you see that, and did you see that, the short dress, what a disaster, what are we going to do, everything is a mess, but did you see the new I phone, no but i hear there is a new distraction, just fill the head, cram the thought process, what is the word, framing, set the brain up, the head fills up, add a few problems, add some gloom, after a while, what was that you were thinking, the words that came out of your mouth, a forgotten experience, while you try to decipher what you meant, does that sound okay, it’s okay, they are smiling, haven’t lost it, they are still talking to me. The constant push, the effort to dampen all wise thought, create guilt, why not go for a drink, go shopping, it’ll take your mind off it, then compare it to the all knowing God, imagine the stress on love, imagine it, as Jesus says, God is in all of you, great, with so much stuff going on, how is it possible make space, how easy it is to lose it all. And they say God does not listen, it’s simply a question that we can’t find him, nothing could be simpler.

The gloom merchants, give them money, steal their money, do whatever, just focus there attention on all that is wrong, push the agenda, you will eventually wear them all out. And when they are tired, you will be able to fish them. Wasn’t Jesus tempted in the desert after many days without, thirsty, tired, lonely, who would have been able to withstand it, and give in to the world rather than the future to come. Solomon asked wisdom for help regularly, and when he did, the answers just flowed, when he was distracted easily, it was easy to be all over the place. The struggle as they call it, is simply this; are you going to let the earthly treasures suck you up, or are you going to rise the loving spirit, the choice, amen. It’s easier to listen to the constant complainers, the arguments they use, so cohesive, he said that, she has a reputation, we ought to listen, they have clout, amen.

Well, now that the light of heaven has arrived, i think life will be much sweeter, as the evil minded are turned into babbling fools, and the old networks are removed, the way asbestos is removed from the world, safely.  When the righteous hearts agree, amazing things happen, when the heart of God is moved, nothing is impossible. It is that simple. amen.

Global Warming

“you mean we aren’t responsible for global warming” asked daisy, who was seated at the rear of the class. it was a bunch of ten year olds, Solomon was filling in for the regular teacher, had no class prepared, the head teacher just asked him to supervise, kill the hour with them, surf the net, whatever, so long as they don’t make noise, okay!.

He sounds like my elderly aunt he thought as he walked the corridor, thinking, what would be a good subject to chat about, he was a good talker, and children love good stories. What’s in their own interests, make it personal for them, but not too personal. My Dad is an alcoholic and my mother is in rehab, how cool is that, no, not that reality, a little else, what is in the interests of children. They like animals, who doesn’t, they

like flowers, is this cheesy he thought as he entered the class. It was his first week as a newly trained teacher and he was getting used to it. Being a role model in the lives of the young was a big responsibility, they ought to pay us more he thought, his hand feeling the credit card bill he slipped into his pocket that morning, half his first weeks wages would go with it.

Mrs Murphy is sick and I’ll be taking over the hour he said.

He wrote on the board, in big letters. 70% of the worlds species are extinct or facing extinction.

Are we responsible for killing animals said daisy, whose father was a farmer, as well as thrashing the environment. My dad says you have to drill twice as deep these days to get clean water.

You are not responsible for global warning either, we are, my generation are!

so what are you going to do to fix it then asked Aaron. We can always hire a lawyer and force you by the way, that’s what they say, if they damage your prospects make them pay.  Can children take lawsuits to force the government to do the right thing regards the environment asked another ten year old.

Aaron turned around, if they can impeach Donald they can do anything. Trumpie!!

The YO YO Affect

It’s called the YO YO affect, you make an unpopular decision, and they simply cut you off. Elderly man with children, meets really interesting younger woman, his wife is deceased and he has a generous estate. She’s after his money, Dad is a fool, when really they are saying, she’s after our money, so them seem to think. If he marries her, where does that put it. The children gang up on the father, Solomon called it the yo yo affect. In politics it’s no different, you make a decision based on moral grounds, and the party turns against you, it’s no different till you repent and change your mind. When the all powerful are threatened, they are no different, and probably an awful lot more sinister. How many good men and women had been prematurely retired only God knows, but the tracking of the assassinations of Mr Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Robert Kennedy and streams of others, across the world, removed from the world, because they threatened the all powerful, would lead one to conclude, that this sinister body of the all powerful, felt as if they could just about get away with anything, including the funding, and ending of wars.  Solomon imagined there was not a single true believer among them, but many millions beholden to them, because of the yo yo affect. Having had a visit from the Holy Spirit, wasn’t it time to remind these titans of their heavenly “duties” amen. If many felt powerless before, they would never feel powerless again. The signs were all over the place, David was going to topple Goliath again.

Being Yourself

She sits on the couch, like a child, no reverence for social games, she is a child. The important people watch and smile, pay no attention to her, she is being normal, acting as a child. Enter the socially correct, the watchers from afar, what is she doing, this is an adult meeting, she is only a child, but it’s her home. Being yourself, how rare is that in the world. Solomon was after reading an article, yes, It was about the “Donald” again. His loyal assistant sits on the couch, knees up, in the presidential office. Solomon recalled a time, many years before, JFK and the picture of his children, playing in the same office, a family man. It was no secret, but being yourself in a world of political correctness was not easy, caring more what other people think of you than you thought yourself of yourself. Pathological liars came to mind, the socially deceptive, con men, fraudsters, ponzi schemers too. If more of us were ourselves rather than strangers,what a difference it would be.

No one made a fool out of God, but they made fools out of others regularly. Having encountered many inspiring events, a visit from the Holy Spirit, clouds, and more, Solomon knew that God Most High was oh so real, not the imaginary character or myth, many alluded to. The same morning he read the article of the discovery of the the remains of old Babylonian palace, unearthed, when the Iraqi forces retook a town. It brought to life, the old bible tale of the Assyrians, as mentioned in the Holy Scriptures. It was never a better time to be yourself. Everyone seeks truth in a world where corrupt news flourishes.

The Prophet

He sat for days, waited till his mind was free of the influence, the matter that was floating in his life, and all the lives within his compass, wait, then the light came, from a very distant land, a vision,

green, it was a cup of wisdom, and filled Him with enlightenment, then he headed away and said, the world is going green, amen.

Elijah

Words of old, the power of the prophets, the power of their words, have we forgotten sighed Solomon. He recalled an old story, put in words thousands of years ago, there did exist those with God’s Spirit in them, actually, if anyone listened to the words of Jesus, they would have learned it a long time ago, the power of heaven was inside you, the Spirit within.  Solomon was talking with a loose friend, an old friend of this man, was ill, and so the man suggested it might be nice to share words with him, he lay in a hospital bed.  A few attempts were made to connect, but it wasn’t possible, was it the same with people as they tried to connect with their divine friend, or did they leave it too late. having seen the cloud, and pictured it, having encountered Holy Spirit, and been inspired by it, was it not possible he sighed, to send a prayer to a friend in need, of course it was, so long as you have the faith to believe it, yes, that simple, are you willing to believe in Elijah, well if so, pray for what is

good. In times of great change, it is soothing to know, there is a power, that outweighs all other powers, and it is inside you. The story of Elijah, was a story in need of retelling, amen.