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.

My Camp

No immigrants, search them out, frighten them, chase them like rats, round them up, it’s not Germany in the thirties, it’s America today. Developed by immigration, the great hope, is adopting the tactics of Adolf Hitler. Calls the Mexican people degenerates, (the cheap labor provided by mexico transient workers has saved the agricultural industry), apart from the workers who came to California to do the jobs Americans didn’t want to, (cheaper too). like Mussolini in Italy, modern day fascists are all chomping at the bit, they have a friend in the pole position, what is going on. If ever there is a lesson in history this is it, those left without hope will find it somewhere, the kid in the ghetto seeking a way out, eventually, the systems burst. As the rich man said in the parable, from hell where he lay, could you not send a messenger, just to warn them. Ironic thought Solomon, 2,000 years later, those words were more apt today, than when first spoken, amen.

America’s Super Power

Home of Batman, Iron Man, and a host of others, now there is wall man, sounds a bit drab, wall man, well. Sending men into space, landing on the moon, Silicon Valley, wall man doesn’t have the same verve, wall man. Drones airplanes, satellites in Space, CCTV, super power is not what it used to be. When the householders start circling the wagons, it’s usually a sign of great fear. The wise man makes friendships, gets to know his neighbors, reduces his anxieties. Where is batman when you need him, or spider-man for that matter, hero’s with super powers. Donald appears to be a neanderthal, and maybe it’s back to nature where we are heading. And as for the liberals who created reality TV, see what you have created, a cause celeb-re for change. The only super power going on, is the super need for change. Across the world, there is a hunger, fascist extremism is on the rise, illegal immigrants are being harassed,  fleeing from wars, the super powers assisted and in some cases actively created. It was one super mess.

There is only one Super Power, it’s called Divine Holy Spirit.

Standing

The Amazon, the oceans, the animals facing extinction, the children sexualised, well all of us if we are honest, the warnings, the opportunities, poisoning the planet to extract from it, same as poisoning the mind so you can steal from it, the cultures lost, the wisdom with it, and now, Standing Rock, sometimes you have to make a stand General Custer, amen.

Sharing the Wealth

leadership by example, well, I’m going to give all my supporters a half price stay in my Clare golf resort, Doonbeg, a free round of golf in Scotland to all who contribute to my campaign, a ticket in the national lottery to everyone, free mini skirts to all my female admirers, and that’s just for starters, and by jeepers, that’s going to cost me a lot of dollars, smiles Donald, did i leave anyone out, a new apartment for … promise us the moon while your at it, the children in Detroit are still waiting, while the land of the billionaires passes the buck, but it’s not their bucks, but they use them widely to alter your opinion of them, they own the TV station your watching, act as if they are God’s, while never sharing the wealth, amen.

The role of women sighed Solomon, least they were fully connected to their children, and unlike men, or many of them, they didn’t dump them for a younger love life, willingly become part time fathers, modern world thinking. If there was a step in the right direction, it was the last election, and the issue of color

, and responsible fatherhood, well, often was the image of Barack, with his family. Now it was the time of women, and their role in the world, not that elections would alter all that much, but once respect for women was elevated, as it would surely, a new outlook would be imprinted in the minds of the young, despite the old boy’s brigade attempt to control everything, sharing the wisdom was better than sharing the wealth, amen.

Closed Minds

She’s a witch, burn her, the ideas that fill the mind with dread, bad thoughts and the ugliest of thoughts, where do they come from, are we sidled with them, or is it the way the ideas are drummed into the minds of some, and then leak out. She has to have a motive, why is she with him, he’s into men, the stuff they do, can you imagine it, ugly, he likes her, she deserved it, the closed minds and those that pass this ugliness on, who are they.

Solomon was in the company of a lost soul, searching for acceptance, what, who will listen, a voice that hears and does not turn away. The pre conditioned mind, full of the bias, separates and divides, making a damn good living, these di

visionists, does it remind you of a politician, grabbing whatever attention they can, regardless of the affect their words have on anyone, young old middle aged rich poor or normal.

Love had been straddled with notions of performance, well, do you know what those type do, they are only interested in sex, the mirror was looking particularly rusty this morning, Solomon wondered why there was so much bias, till he thought of those women, deemed to be witches, and then burned at the stake by those closed minds, amen.

Finding Love

What are you on about, if you don’t do this that and the other I ain’t going to love you at all, away with you, the beggar goes from door to door, the soul goes from hope to hope, seeking acceptance of who they are, it’s a quandary, the make up of so many lives changed for all time from what it used to be. Solomon was reading a story about slavery, well, it was the modern world being explained in times past, by actions past, what was going on then, was going on now, discrimination hadn’t changed that much, the economics was the same, the bias was the same, and those that got ahead treated everyone else the same way, as they saw others treated before them, what was the great surprise.

Finding yourself, who you are, and the accomplice in your life, that accepts you, cause that’s who you are, is no easy task, especially with the way our habits have formed us. Solomon was reading, how habits passed on, were the actions of the past passed on, as warned by Jesus, forgive and you have a chance, don’t, and you life is a mess. Are you the head that can never forget the wrongs he wondered. He listened to a few bitch on about this and that, wondered who it was helping, or was it just a case of friends warning each other, love is colorless

, you can’t store it, you can only grow it, how hard was that, amen.