She reached for the bourbon, drops two clicks into the glass, a few pills in her palm, she is used to them, taking them a long time, her head goes back, the tablets then the jack, she swallows hard, a good night sleep, she hasn’t had one of those in years. The TV is playing, the current offering does not suffice, she plays with the buttons like she was throwing dice. An old movie, she was young when they first saw it together, her eyes well up, the tears will flow, a combination of self pity, and love long lost. Years ago she had the chance, she chose the career over the chance, that love finally found her. Successful in all respects, the trappings are not a problem, the garden is perfect, does she give out about it, usually after a late night of booze, otherwise she is quite calm, till the night comes. She can build, she can encourage, she can motivate, but there is no escaping the hole in her heart.
Solomon sighed, Love has to be a flow, same way a plant can’t live in damp marshy soils, apart from a very few. In the world that attempted to own everything, including our genes, there was no ownership for love, only a responsibility for it’s safe delivery to the next. Many folks had troubles, everyone, some went deep, some went into despair, it was how you dealt with it, decided it all, the escape route. Building walls around your troubles, was only a delay.
The waiting is over, your going home, it wasn’t as expected, a car accident, you are not alarmed, you have a CV, you have done a lot of good, you did well with the tools provided, the gift that you used, to enlighten. So there you arrive, clean and washed, at Eternity’s Gate, the angels are waiting, you are blessed, to even get that far. you were always humble, you never bragged about what you could do, you were just glad you could do it, you knew this life was a boarding card, you just had to have it in your hand, when you arrived at “Eternity’s Gate”.
Solomon smiled, gifts, talents, the abilities you were adorned with, the ones that you never knew about, because of the confusion you lived with, just human behaving odd. It could be explained so simply. He re read some of the old scriptures, it was clear as ice, you deeds and how you treated people, that was who you were. Piety did not matter, inner truth did, amen.
The lights come on, the machine beeps. the nurse jumps, he’s still alive, they are sending this one back, his papers need amending, but he has the work done obviously, amen.
They meet in the desert, the tents are busy, the hangers on hover around, wondering what they are saying inside. The light of God Most High shines, inside the wise men of old meet in Spirit, (They carry Holy Spirit inside), they discuss the meaning of love, and what it means in the modern world, has it changed.
Jesus stands up, he has memories, but they are not hurtful, even if they left deep scars inside and out, he has an understanding of the Father’s wish, that everyone be saved. The Great eastern prophet listens, his head to the side, the church leaders look fearful, their past connects with them when in the divine presence, it unsettles them. Moses rushes into the tent in a sweat; he apologizes for his sudden entrance, Jesus nods, haven’t seen you in awhile. Dressed in formal desert robes, old habits die hard, he has had a revelation from on high, the proverbial reminder of Heaven’s will.
We were just discussing the meaning of Love says Jesus, Moses smiles, it’s why I was summoned here.
“it’s up to us to rewrite it if that is what it takes!” Suleyman says. Jesus raises his eyebrows, he recalls the day they deserted him, left him, how often did they try to move him on, what a journey.
The prophet from the east, is listening, everyone is listening in the tent, the wisdom rolls out, actions are being mined in their heads. They decide on a first base principle;
Never take advantage of the vulnerable says Suleyman. Jesus sighs, this is going to be a long day indeed.
You are in need of help, the world is a stew and you are part of it, where do you rest in this pot full of everything, the experiences of others feeding into your imagination, the constant pull, the ability to find a free space, sometimes the hardest thing of all. Spirit, then the good news story, the lift and the forward appeal, what is going to happen next.
You rise above the problem, but it is only a temp cease in the war, it’s not long before it starts up again, is there a cure for this you think, is there more you should be doing, you seek ways to make it a little better, but your head gets a battering, your friends say, why bother it’s not going to make a difference, for God sake will you go out and live, your life will be over before you even know it.
Solomon had the answer to problems, the problems with hunger, the problem with poverty, and he had encountered the “Great Spirit”, the ruler of all, what can be done he prayed, where are we going, this can’t be happening, how is it possible he yearned.
He goes to bed and rests, aware that the angels are all around, and wisdom too, such a wonderful woman, she knows the heartfelt secrets of everyone, no one fools her. In his dreams he can visualize the problem, wisdom does the rest, isn’t she wonderful, the 24/7 carer who never stops giving. By morning time the issue is the same as it always was in the time of Jesus, share, amen.
A smile on the face of the almighty, a child’s dream is made, a woman finds a safe refuge, how hard is that, little steps, all of them, amen. There is no pride in feeding the hungry, or helping the oppressed, it’s being responsible.
Questions you want to ask but never got a chance to utter, there are so many, relax, he puts a soothing arm on her shoulder, relax, you have all time time in the world, she smiles, she heard those words before, he nods,
“you like music?”
who doesn’t he sighs. He reflects on the time, it was a while back, early eighties, the peak musical years, inspiration was everywhere.
She is not wearing the heavy clothing or covered up, her face is radiant, she hardly recognizes herself in the reflection she makes in his eyes, is that me. It was the way she used to be, always happy, always content, until the years got older and she got wiser. There are lots of questions she wants to ask; what were you doing all those years, well, someone has to responsible, so everyone thinks.
Saint Peter comes into the interview room, he is carrying a tray, two glasses of Tea, Turkish style laughs Jesus, she takes one of the glass cups, sips delicately. Served by a man, that was not the way it was on earth. She wants to burst out the words, where were you, where were you, he hears her words before they are spoken, he nods in affirmation.
“I told them years ago, didn’t I make it clear, God is in all of you, you just had to believe!” I know I know she says, but she is still confused by the words, “in you”, what
did it actually mean, Jesus nods,
“The world we have is the world that is in the hearts of many, sadly what people want does not often include anything for anyone else, many times it’s just an after thought”
She is confused, she has all the prayers in her memory, the procedures, she ate the right food, washed according to customs, did everything as prescribed by the law. Jesus sighs,
“It got lost in translation” he sighed.
Neda had a hundred questions she needed to ask, but it was a sunny afternoon, Jesus was looking out the window, he would get to her questions later, for now, she had eternity to look forward to.
Gun violence was in the news, the school children causing a riot, stirring up the temperature, putting themselves on the line, they can’t shoot children they thought. Neda, the young woman shot during the Iranian Revolution, it’s Easter, Solomon remembers.
The camera rolls while her life ebbs away, let the cameras’ roll, make my life count for something, she gasps reaching for air, knowing that very shortly she would be taking her last. Solomon imagines the last minutes of Jesus, the prisoners by his side asking questions, what sort of question would Neda have asked.
With her last few breaths, all she wants, is for the world to be aware of what is going on, the lives being stolen, the imprisonment of a nation, let the camera roll she says, then dies. So her spirit is taken up to Heaven, she meets old friends, deceased relatives, friends, then she spots Jesus, what would she say;
“they were not allowing us to live, enjoy beauty, it was as if these men were afraid of themselves” she says
“I know I know” he says with a smile on his face. he is glad she is there, there is a lot of explaining to do.
“It happened all over the place, they just enjoyed the control of women, that’s it!” he sighed, before adding;
“you give them a little power and they are soon addicted”
She rises her eyebrows, that’s it she thought, they were addicted to control right from the start.
Neda, young lady of the revolution, gave her life, made full use of it, amen.