Leaving

The office door opens, he steps outside, there is another life to be lived, he stands with his briefcase, he is free to choose, a man with ideas, an hour to himself, has plans has dreams, has responsibility too, we all have to face the bills. The school bag on the shoulders, the books of burden, their weighty, but they lead somewhere, on the street, school is over, she is filled with dreams. He checks his mobile after leaving the house, the message he waits for, from someone close, he walks on. The chair is comfortable, the power is battery, freedom to get about, on the move, he enjoys leaving places on his own, there is an element of independence in it.

The Spirit is on the move, it has always been on the move, it stirs us when we meet it, the voice of a friend, the calm we feel in certain company, the friends we enjoy spending time with, the chance to re charge the inner well, have a peaceful moment, before encountering what is out there. The world is full of dreamers, and the Spirit is always moving, going from place to place, seeking a refuge with those who want to live by it’s rules; compassion to begin with, understanding of the needs of others, a little less ego, less of the self and more of the other, it moves, The Spirit does, and when it finds a good place to rest and dwell, it’s the same as that spider in the corner who comes into the room, and rests in the corner until winter is over, no smell of chemical, this is a safe zone it tells itself, we are not leaving here..Yeah, the Spirit is choo

sey, amen.

Martin Luther King Time – Re Blogged (never take credit for others work), God’s lawyers file papers against patent holders on his own creations, thieves!)

Originally posted on I didn’t have my glasses on….: This post is dedicated to the dreamers and doers who are making a positive difference in the world. May you succeed beyond your wildest dreams and what you accomplish create ripples that expand the goodness and greatness of humanity. With Love, Russ With Love, Russ I didn’t have my glasses on…. View original post

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The Soul Train

You mean all that stuff is true he asked, the soul train is a connection of working souls, joined together in common purpose, they accept the wisdom of God smiled the old man. The young boy looked at the old man, haggard and worn, the night was cold and the dark was closing in. On his way back from the store, he encountered this lively man with the light eyes. The boy stopped, the old man was seated on a bench, was shivering from the conditions, another long night and the hope of tomorrow, a maybe.

Where you going to stay for the night he asked? The old man smiled, i’ll find a place, on the soul train replied the boy. They made their way down the street, there was a shed out the back of the house, neat and free from the chill, it won’t matter spoke the boy, who told the old man it was going to be fine, he might even be getting a bowl of soup. A blanket, a pillow, a space for the night, the soul train continued that evening, in the heart of the boy that cared. When did you meet me Lord, it was the question that would be on the lips of everyone who asked him

, amen.

The Lower ground

why bother, he is not coming around, try one of these, go on, take one, it will make you feel good, look he hasn’t shown up for years, the believer is tired, has heard this talk before, his truth is eternal their truth is an addiction. Solomon recalled the words of old, the mocking and harassment the original believers had to endure, he is not coming. Well, Solomon had surprise news, he had encountered the Spirit that transform lives for good. The changes going on were all pointing to the new world order, it had arrived, at last. The threat against the Spirit that lived in so many hearts had been torn and twisted for so long, so long that it had nearly passed away. The constant taunting, the envy that was sowed, you mean your not a millionaire yet, your wife is over weight, that husband of yours is fat, do call what your doing life, wasters. The assault was continuous, the bias, your not like them, do you see how they treat their women, “their women”, who did they think they were.

Many years ago, Jesus told the early apostles, you have God inside you, ask and you will receive the gifts, its’ really that simple. Lost in translation was a saying that came to mind, how the truth of old was miss managed, it was time for a new outlook, it was time for all to find the higher ground, amen. The Spirit of God could do anything, problem was, that Spirit was under assault, and the only way to restore it, was to love fully, amen.

Why Christmas

an excuse to feel better about yourself, giving,

an opportunity to express your love, simply,

the chance to reconvene with friends, neighbors,

the chance to spoil children, occasionally,

opportunity to unite people for one purpose,

to give thanks and show it,

why Christmas,

the ability to feel good about life, amen…

something all children should share together!

James Bond

rat tat tat tat rat tat tat tat tat rat tat, got him

would you like a martini darling….

rat tat tat tat tat rat tat rat tat rat tat tat

sorry darling was doing some business

oh James your such a devil! hahahaha

zoom zoom thud zoom bang crack skull

fell off building thud thud thud bang bang

ducked in time just missed another bullet

ah darling  i need to send these to the cleaners

his trousers….

rat tat tat rat tat tat tat rat tat tat rat….

crunching a few bags of crisps slurps some coke

what was it all about,

another fine spectre.!

did anyone ever hear of the so called…

emperor’s clothes syndrome

maybe i’m the only one i guess!

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Is Today

Mutilating female body parts,

marking the parts below,

what are they stating,

there’s a problem there,

and we wonder about example,

where do they learn such things,

is is is,

two is

trouble

isis

three is

better

amen

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all about me

Me, me, what about me, my life, my love, my performance last night, my oh my, this my thing can last a life time, my oh my, my God, my children, my pension, never my environment, my oh my, when it’s called being responsible, my doesn’t enter the equation, my, why that, my, never thought of that, my, and when my, becomes all about me, it usually means the end of me, there is no me when it comes to loving, yes, you got it, no room for me in the rules of love, my oh my, what will me do, when it’s all about me, meaning life, it shrinks, you end up needing a shrink, great if your self obsessed and can afford it, great if you’re a salesman, absolutely insane, if it’s love you need, cause if it’s all about me, there is nothing left for anyone else, cause you spend all you time, thinking about me, amen. God shares  loves encourages and provides, in the most wonderful ways, if he thought about me, I don’t assume, I’m certain, none of our world would ever have existed, room for thought about me, as they say, aaah, what about me, me just got lost, and two became one, love wins every time. Check the image in the sky, it’s about us all, not me!Image

Godly Intervention

screams and cries hear our pleading, the call of vengance echo’s throughout the world, situations manufactured, the Great God Most High, he sees the deception no one is going to fool him, will deal with the evil one’s head on. Seeds are sown hoping to undermine, traitors and friends scheme in the background, reminders the Davos Elite, God Most High watches closely, sending down the angels, into their arms he holds us safely, the battle begins the words fly, the book of the living opens in the skies, God Most High lets out a smile, see the image below it’s real, friends and those to trust are in short supply, he sends down wisdom to prop up their efforts, the horses run faster the results speak for themselves, salvation has arrived in the city, they have learned to love again, their wicked plans are in pieces, that’s the way it is smiles God, it was a close horse race, but it’s the thrill that encourages the seekers, just climbing the mountain, a little higher up a hand reaches, it was you he smiles as he stands on the peak of it, a lot of trouble in the valley below, avalanche and snowfalls, de dum de dum de dum dum dee, great ideas come in well wrapped secrets, amen. No one is blameless here, the watchers and the beers, the world is a gift, not a playground for your every desires, and the power you crave.

book opens on the sky

book opens on the sky

Making Love

IMG_4477Making Love, feeling like making love, well, where is you bank account, have you any money in there, go on, go on, show me dear…but….

We are so into love, remember her name, first time you saw him, that addictive emotion you can’t get rid of, the memories that go with it, the one’s that got away, the regrets, the battles with your emotions, the times your life fell apart, the phone calls to girlfriends in the middle of the night, the panic attacks that left you feeling suicidal, and the guilt you felt, for the times you let them down, and the fear of speaking truth in case you hurt his feelings, and the descent into relationships that were never going to work out, and the long glances into the past, is it not a wonder people close their hearts to the influence of others, it’s fairly obvious, it can be soul destroying, and many play a game, men mostly, women occasionally, their only goal to cause havoc, settling old scores as they say. And we call it making love. Someone somewhere ought to address the issue before the time changes for ever.
The act of creating babies is actually the final act of loving, end of the story. Making love is creating the love we need to survive, a bit much to hear, but it ought sometime be said by somebody somewhere, cause no one seems capable of understanding what love actually is, really, hahahah, spit out the dummy, feel the throat a little, does your stomach churn, yes, love making is caring, that’s what love is, the distance you go for others, not the time you spend on yourself, pretending that you are doing something loving,. Sensual love, is the final act of pure love, but it’s not the beginning, it’s the climax of emotions that are created, that intense feeling that you can never forget, the glow in the heart, that leaves you waiting for more of that same great feeling.
Society, has changed its meaning of love, which it has passed on to children, with dire consequences unless we all change, it’s truly that simple. Women the world over have had to prostitute themselves almost, to gain the love that is due them, and as a result have given up on finding love altogether, almost. There are exceptions here, it’s not all bad news, some rural societies still value the family unit, and these societies will thrive. Sadly for many women, the production of a child is now the single most important objective they have, without a father figure too. Little Bob, or tiny mary, have been put in a very difficult position, as they get used to abnormal rearing, in so far as God Most High is concerned. Children are born this way, with a heart that requires fulfilment, the balance as they say, a love balance, that cannot be substituted,
Perhaps an over worked and exceptionally emotional stressed mother figure can manage to get the job done successfully, but there are so many losers to be seen, with society loosing mostly. But the child will always be asking, who was Daddy, and the reason I am aware of this, is through the relationship I had with a very small friend of mine, he was only one years of age, and he tried on umpteen occasions to utter the word, daddy, but couldn’t. Being his big uncle figure, it tore my heart open, and still does to this very day. He might have been born that way, but he wasn’t born with a full house as they say. Being a pal of the great spirit, I made enquiries, how this situation could be addressed. The answer was clear and direct, no bull, pure honesty. It was a question of change or bust as far as the world was concerned.
So next time, don’t thin your love, be up front with the one you assume to love, and let it grow as they say, amen.