Extremism

Push the extremists over the cliff, the effort they go to create trouble, how the ordinary people put up with it, the point in time, Solomon had choice words, double their salary, they know what they are trying to do, there is no reason to assume otherwise, and since life hereafter does not seem to matter to them, as their tactics testify to,  and as the angel said to Ezra, why worry, when they realize that God Most High exists, they will cringe in shame, amen.

Solomon was weary, and saw the great u turns, how lives are played with, how faith is battered the way a woman in a domestic dispute is smashed to the floor, while her children watch on, since the battering man acts with impunity, since he has done it again and again. Real faith was like that woman, beaten and taunted from every direction. How long had the world put up with the treatment of women in domestic arguments, a world outside the world, that few ever dared to enter into.

These are testing times he sighed, and there were many very weary, the long wait for a cure to the ills of the world. The virus was like a manifestation of all that was wrong, and had gone on for far too long. Those in the power positions had felt immune to the edicts they passed on, and the ordinary man and woman were powerless. Not anymore Sighed Solomon; the signs were pouring out, and the modern day pharaoh’s who felt untouchable as in the times of Moses, were feeling the affects. Moses was able to handle all the dark magic he had to contend with, as he had been chosen. Solomon sighed; the Great Spirit that gave Moses that authority, was still in existence. Create the Space inside you, for all that is good to dwell, and listen to the warnings of Jesus, the advice he was giving to all that cared to listen.

The Words of Jesus

warnings, teachers who criticize not encourage, the strain, erecting barriers, that few overcome, admonishing, those who question their  ways, crucified, murdered, ostracized,  the inquisition, an excuse to murder, harming the word of God, color, race, creed, building hatred, more, a reason to distrust, amen.  The demons, so long in control, now face their horizon, their end, Amen.

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Fear Madonna, fear jolie, add a few more  brand names, will stick in the memory, well we will recall, heard it so often, they could be selling ketchup, not that it matters, only that it sticks, amen.

How fear is sowed into the heart, the mistakes of the past, those you are told, you will never overcome. the axe that hangs over your head, the the arrival of the virus, puts everything else into the shadows,  a world reborn, more haste, the sooner the better amen.

Solomon sighed; how many had laid down their lives, for a better world to come. The demon was looking over the precipice, your destiny mate, a child, as light as a feather, says high, over he goes, the demon, along with his multiple of followers, amen. We wont miss you.

Many millions of lives later, the human race had built up the Spirit, a Spirit able to contain the Heavenly Spirit, what a wonderful thought, amen.

Dot Dot Dot…

The unseen becomes life, the unseen causes death, as for Faith, it’s an invisible gift. Solomon was reading the ancient scriptures, the story of the mustard seed, and how Jesus told his apostles; all you need is a faith the size of a mustard seed, the smallest of all seeds, and when you have that faith, anything is possible. In the context of today, the worry over the corona virus, and how what is invisible to the eye, and impossible to see unless under the microscope, can be so lethal, it only reinforces the power in those original words, as spoken. Faith depends on deeds of course, as without them, your faith is mere words.

Solomon was reflecting on how the smallest bits in creation have such a huge impact on our lives; the story of the bee one more example, the plankton that the huge whales depend upon; in a nutshell what is tiny can be both life saving and life destroying; perhaps it’s another reference to the delicate nature of the Spirit, and how easily it is disturbed.

life begins from the tiniest of sources, yet carries with it the experience of other generations, as the habits molded

their in, reflect so much of life in the past; how it is possible. Then to compare with human folly; how so many boast of what is common and meaningless; amen.

lets get Serious!

Jim, you can’t hide your shotgun under the bed, there’s three in the closet, and I’ve got an automatic under the pillow, what if I reach down in the middle of the night, looking for my cigarette lighter, and the damn thing goes off, what if you happen to be stepping out of the bed at the same time, what If Jim!, Honey replies Jim, you know when you have that cigarette, It’s because you are after..Oh Jim, you are my honey…

Three nights later, the mooing stops, Linda reaches for her after the moment cigarette, she accidentally drops her lighter on the floor, reaches under the bed, the sidelight is out, the bulb Jim never fixed. Boom, she triggers the shotgun instead, lucking Jim only had his left foot hanging over the side of the bed, he only lost four toes, not the big one…

I told you smoking was bad for your Health dear moaned Jim, while in the ambulance on his way to the medical center. Linda sighs,m seriously Jim, you should have fixed the bulb, then this wouldn’t have happened, daH!.

Solomon wondered about poor Jim, his distraught wife, their small tragedy, their life. Being Gun Heavy wasn’t so smart. Well, it’s the same as leaving your Porn Collection on the dining room table when there are children in the House, you’d never do that, unless you were trying to influence them that way. Does that sound logical.

Safer to keep it out of sight on the Phone I suppose.

Our World

We are the tenants in this world, the means for gathering we have been given, in our race to success, we tampered with the mixture, added chemicals to hurry the growth, we hurried to progress without thought of consequence, left our mistakes to the next generation, not that we planned it, we just hoped. Addiction to the material brought us to the brink, there is a limit, but when there is no water to drink, as they say, the options become limited, and in our efforts to distract others from our faults, we started wars to rally support for our schemes. If this sounds like an apology, I sure hope this is what you assume, how can we plead for mercy if we are not contrite and real. There are many flowers in the garden, multi colored, all races, all different sizes of fields, the reality of the words of Jesus, we are called to be Samaritans not judges, as some try to believe. There are no favorites, everyone is treated the same, we are compassion, we are love, we are charitable, if we truly believe. We are the tenants in that old parable, this you must believe.

Solomon was listening to the words of a far off preacher, a man of Godly esteem was having a final goodbye, he saw the crowd, many of them celebrities, and these are the thoughts he had. As Ezra says; when the day comes and you must face the judgement, you will only have your deeds and what comes out of your mouth to defend you, amen.

Spirit Calls…

The voices are calling, the days of old, how those of God called out, how they were delivered, because the Spirit was strong in them, and they respected the word and promise of God. How Goliath laughed at David, a mere weakling, who does he think he is, imagine the snide faces, watching this man, how dare he, even the act of walking onto the battlefield, how they mocked him fool they said to themselves, but the Great God of Heaven had other plans. Same as the widow who gave two bits all those years ago, more than all the rich men, what she did is recalled to this day, the Spirit never forgets.

Solomon sighed, he recalled those whose love he had been given, and how that love had sustained him, he never forgot either. There are those who follow with pride what rich men have to say, it gives the inside knowledge, so they think. Little do they know they are worshiping demons most of the time, money and pride, amen. God seeks kindness tenderness and love, the very currency most of the rich always seem to lack, amen.

2019

A hundred years of a plague, an unstoppable flu, it happened, not your imagination, the history of the dark ages, Popes far from holy, removed from the teaching of Christ Jesus, dearth of loving Spirit, demons, and then the recovery, the reformation, the renaissance, Leonardo Da Vincii

, others, don’t be alarmed, it’s true, Michelangelo, and a host of great artists, commissioned, to resurrect the reputation of The Holy Roman Church, and to inspire faith in God Most High.

Do we raise the Spirit today, when we ask, have we done what we said we would, or is it wishful thinking? Is it the old thinking, we will get away with it, is that the message we send out, are we chancers, great pretend artists, hoping to get away with it, hiding our own stuff, then pointing elsewhere, do you assume you can fool God, because you got away with it for so long, are you impressed when someone with clerical power tells you your fine, as if it’s an absolution, didn’t they say the same all those years ago.

Why is God called merciful, Patient and enduring, do some assume more of the old will suffice, do they assume God is silly, history tells us otherwise, don’t be alarmed, but it’s better to play cards with all the deck in play, at least you have a decent chance, how many lives have been stolen by under the table ways, do you assume it’s wise to undermine Spirit, you can’t possibly assume it will be allowed to go on, and as the Spirit strengthens, the words of the prophets  sharpen and seriously accurate, it’s not written to fool anyone, it’s written to enlighten, the numbers, Moses and the desert, Ezra and the trumpet, Noah and the boat, the warnings of Jesus, do you all assume it’s wild talk.

Do church people assume a safety net, it’s deeds it’s actions that denote you, cover ups fine, will admiring the objects on the mantel piece give you any comfort when you face your last days, will you admire them and smile, and say, they are mine, what good is it, they will be someone else’s as soon as your gone, like a door that closes, gone, and when you realize it, will all those great ideas mean anything if all they did, was stay in your head, every race has a conclusion, and it’s 2,120 years since the time of Jesus, Spirit in the form of a man, 2,800 years since Ezra.

First Impressions

The second you pause, stop, the eyes open wide, the memory is born, you didn’t race past on the way to your next appointment, you stalled, you might not plan it, you had to stop, a second look, how the first impression is real every time. Solomon recalled the army of good souls, out there today, trying to impose their truth rather watching who the audience was, you don’t need to lecture, you just need to live it if you believe it, deeds.

A boy pulls a box on wheels, a wooden box with round bits stolen from a supermarket trolley, the boy wasn’t going anywhere, he was going around in circles, and his two pals were chasing after him. Solomon watched from the comfort of the upmarket saloon, a car another drove. The drop was a quick stop, a five minute call, the neighborhood wasn’t friendly, no jewelers or anything like that, maybe a rehab center, as close as it gets to humanity. How important was that first impression, how important is every act of kindness, they add up.

In the modern world we tend to leave caring to charity workers, by passing the inner soul, as if we are management level, and leave the hands on stuff to others. The inner soul is God’s refuge inside, and it needs to be exercised, it does not live on good intentions, you have to get involved. As time passes, the need for a more emotional world is becoming so obvious; without souls that care, what is left, not a whole lot.

Solomon recalled that little boy and his pals, who appeared around the corner, pulling their imaginary car, with a piece of string that someone discarded. First impression, how they fared after that, the three young friends, who knows, but they made an impression on Solomon and his heart process, amen.

Don’t Look Now

He shakes his wrist, it’s a habit, the watch he wears is expensive, few can afford them, and it dazzles the heads of those who notice, it’s got him places, that flashy watch. In the exclusive bazaars of the east, the watch is not so handy now, it attracts the stares of those willing to sacrifice their life for it. He doesn’t stride so proud, feels rather uncomfortable, rich and white, displaying his wealth, gee, never knew there were so many needy people about, doesn’t feel like Manhattan on a Saturday night, more like the ghetto you want to forget. Not that he cares, it’s all a disguise. Don’t stare over there Tracey, she is looking at a man with a stump for a hand, Don’t look Tracey he says, she can’t help herself, she goes over to him, as if drawn by the missing hand. His eyes are pleading, she drops a few noisy coins into the tin cup, his eyes lighten up. Wristwatch Ray is not impressed with her. She is a new girl friend, another one, the field trip to the sanctuary, he wants to prove his credentials, that way he will gain control over her; the trip to the bazaar, a fancy she had, not his thinking at all, he prefers confined thinking

. How people are so easily impressed, don’t look now!.

Preacher Girl

A mountain top, the voice, alone, all seeing, the overview, from the preacher girl. Another leader, another controversy, history, what did we learn, the fears that come with change. The Smoking habit is cut, he looks at her, what do you mean by that, well, I am a preacher woman she says. He gets an idea in his head, healing in one hand, the book of wisdom., the cigarette and the ash that falls from the other.

He wonders if it’s for real, he lives a busy life, survival does for most, tomorrow will look after itself. He listens, she is open, her words are sharp, is this the voice of a partner or a tyrant, he tries to catch her attention, she has to go back to the original. No idols to begin with, those we tear down, compassion, if we don’t practice it, we can’t pass it on, as for judging others, we need to look into the mirror. Eventually we will see something we like, a trait, a good decision.

I’m hardcore she says, he listens, she does not allow space for interruption. He is not fault finding, he is listening. There are a few things she doesn’t know about him, he wonders if that helps. You have to do more listening, we all do, preacher girl.