The Old Bishop

 

Scandal is a word, a condition of the mind, the fear we have of others, the behaviour of those we mind, the old man with a young heart, competing with the old men with no hearts, so it seems. They remember the expensive wine, the beautiful young woman, and how they fell in love, how did that happen, what a scandal they fumed.

Solomon was recalling an old warrior, who had passed to the next world, Eamon Casey is his name, a bishop who enjoyed good wine, rich company and a smile. He was sure God was welcoming him home, if only they were more humane he sighed, amen.

Women’s day

Well, girls, how are we going to celebrate the great day, after all, they gave us the vote a hundred years ago, yeah, says molly that’s something to celebrate, they are even going to give us equal pay with men, and they recognize the rearing of children as a Job, aha, only since they have to pay childcare, remember the days. Solomon sighed, he was imagining the party and the parade, the big get together, well, there was always shopping.

In a world under going great change, it was a time to reflect on the great change, freedom wasn’t as free as some thought it was, and his own upbringing was a reminder. Running home from school or on the cycle, dumping the school bag, and wondering what Mother had for treats, a mother at home, the most welcome gift a child could imagine. Now, well, they called it the advancement of society, how many women would love to afford to be at home minding their children, priceless,  everyday.

If it was women’s day, what would you do, just thinking out loud.

Beat Me Up Scotty

The first blow sends her into shock, she has never seen him this way. The expression on her face shocks him, she has never seen her that way either. She feels her face, rubs the cheek, feels for anything broken. His adrenaline gets a hit, he is shocked at it. I’ll never do that again he swears. They embrace, he rubs her face, she is afraid, it will never happen again babe. The trust she has, is shaken, but she forgives him, it wont happen again. He’s a record of doing it. He knows how women cowl, give in and blame themselves. Love is a very potent form of dependency for those who already feel vulnerable.

Blood on her face, he is getting high on it, the kick to the ribs, her arms go defensive, he is getting excited she is worried about the kids, doesn’t want the neighbors to find out either. It’s repeated every few months, the doctor ignores the bruises, her friends had stopped calling round, just when she needs them, she is all alone. Blames herself, Stop. The angels were in the room watching, sends the helpers. Artists write songs, authors put words on it, social services call to the house. Dudes, didn’t you know there is a God!. Solomon was not in doubt, he had seen so much, it was enlightening. In a moment God could turn everyone into babbling fools, as sure as he allowed those with his Spirit to perform miracles, amen.

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.

Panic Attacks

can’t sleep, can’t think, I’m going to drown, i can’t eat, no buzz from the TV, the soaps no longer is attractive, can’t concentrate, chaos, it sounds like the morning of the super bowl, and your the quarter back, well it isn’t, the old guard have realized it’s no longer the same, and in some ways we have Donald Trump to thank, and the series of extreme thinkers, the political far right, they have wakened to world, and the heart is rising again in the strangest of places, amen. Okay, lets admit it, we don’t want the neat cappuccino set explain the world to us, and those who have their style guru advising them what to wear every morning, do we! Building their own Kingdoms while complaining about the current status of the competition, is in no ones interest only theirs. Ordinary people have come to realize they can have a say in matters after all, and isn’t that empowerment, as all the new age guru’s say. Perhaps you could be in Love, that’s another matter.

Solomon was after reading a story, and it reminded him of our need for Love and how easy it is to try to control it. In a nutshell, if you put the Love of God ahead of your own love, you have a perfect outcome. I’m seeing someone else she says, he hits a deep depression, rage anger sexual jealousy, I’ve lost her, I’ll get even, must ring the friends, warn them, panic attack, hot breath, deep chest movements, bitch, she is smiling as she says it too. Who is he, God she smiles, he suddenly relaxes, who can compete with that, no one, panic attack over, amen.

The Demon Seige

Boaz and his demon seeds, infiltrating the minds of the righteous, dividing and causing havoc, undermining, causing resentment, regurgitating, harming, unsettling the new seeds, sowing doubts, Solomon had a dream, and it was the death of the Demon Heads, amen. There was a mass of the dark threat, the demonic sect, that had infiltrated the world, gained footholds into many lives. Solomon was thinking of Saint Patrick, the serpents, Solomon was thinking of Jesus, Solomon had a visit from the Holy Spirit, why not, as Leonard said, ask for more. Inside many

gave refuge to demons, even praised them. In the last four years, the plans to overcome all good was unraveling. It was a crucial time in the battle, the angels had the upper hand, but the demon Boaz and his supporters, still trying to undermine, no longer invisible .In the same way Jesus cast the demons into the herd of pigs, do the same he pleaded, to those who undermine Great Spirit. There was a storm, a fiery passionate storm, it was loud, across the world it was heard, it was the power of the Almighty God, letting them know, what was going to happen if they did not amend. In his peaceful sleep Solomon woke refreshed, i got it he thought. Those who sowed fear and doubt into the world, were going to have a change of mind, and many blessings were going to flow, 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.