the word is a power tool, and love is the most powerful force there is, it’s also the hand of God, make it stronger, by pouring all your best thoughts into the world, forget your personal bias by the way, you actually help the collective love to strengthen, you empower the angels, and open channels of hope everywhere. So pump the universe with all that is good, and watch the world around you flourish, its’ that simple, amen. pass the message on.
Society has created a series of loopholes and excuses and future excuses to justify all that is unwell with the rearing of children, it’s the facts, sorry to offend thee. We are more interested in what other nations are doing, always pointing the finger, it would be worse if they lived over there, that’s the same as telling the child in the bad neighbourhood he’d have more comfort living in Beverly Hills. The madness of it all will bring about the downfall of society, as God Most High has warned, and if you are a suffering child, an enslaved woman, a hungry mother with children to feed, a father without work, a truth chaser, it wont happen soon enough. This is the reality of the times we live in, all is changing, and it’s happening faster than anyone could have imagined. Real change that is meaningful only happens from the top down, even if the pressure from the bottom is what forces the volcanic change required. Laugh if you want, the world won’t change because of one mans ideas, well, the world was created simply, can be extinguished as simply too, no pun intended, just trying to be persuasive as regards the power within us all, the first step of a child, the first time a lawyer tells the entire story, the first time a man is honest with his wife, there is always a first time. When you lie on the bed and it’s near the end, you’ll have so many thoughts you’ll never share and wished you did. Is it possible to shut off the flow of love, it seems it is for many, maybe we should try a little harder, amen.
A walk to the market, sizing the veggies, she feels them, feel ok, drops them in the bag, a short walk, health and well being on her mind, she feeds people, wants to make them feel well, it’s a struggle sometimes, but she perseveres. The half hour over the boiling pot, the regular twist of the spoon, doesn’t want it to get too lumpy, dips her finger in, tasty, she wants a little more spice, just enough never too much, you can add more yourselves later. She watches the door, they will be in soon, lunchtime, she knows who is well and who needs extra, she has a heart that tells her she is a mother, her food is prepared that way. amen.
Who am I, the thoughts in that head, where did they come from, where was the nurture, who encouraged them, was it all an accident, are we chosen. The thoughts run through the mind, the ideas that rise and fade, the morning workout, the night time surf, the eyes, you didn’t see that, the quite footsteps, seriously, like a thief in the night. Image, Solomon
was looking in a window, if he was hungry it was a restaurant, if it was a bookstore it was a mind, the world to him was a menu of choices, was that the message that needed to be shouted out loud. Look, try another one, she won’t notice, she raises the hem of her dress, you want some, seductive or not, choices. the menu was a living one.
The trek to another part of the world, to perform the obscene, then the trip home, the flowers and the presents, got away with that you think, choices. What choice did a child have, depended on the example around them, self image, they do we do, amen. Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, it was not delusion, and the events in his life, were, just that, out of this world, so long as you make good choices, amen.
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.
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.
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.