Call Out Loud!

scream, it’s not the neighbors, again, turn the TV up darling, who wants to listen to that, he flicks through the channel, will they ever give up, he’ll be thrashing the furniture next, broke a few vases last week. i’m going to report them for disturbing us, if the keep this up you wont have to, call out loud, who are you kidding, they will only call trouble, amen. Young child, young woman, young man, young, you can be eighty with the feelings you had at sixteen, the anxiety that you store inside.

Solomon wondered how hard it was for some to call out, the trapped souls, the trapped inside, the worry, the reaction of neighbors, the feeling of vulnerability and how others react to it, just one of those days. Everywhere there was vulnerable there came the vultures. I was time the human race reconciled itself, they were all in the boat together, and he had seen the round cloud and a few other ones. Numbers were repeating, it was going on for a few years, he wondered about the others too, had they not noticed. Amen. It was time to call out loud, the power of God Most High is within reach, heaven exists, amen.

Word Power

get up and walk, get up and walk, the man got up and walked. In the beginning, words, in the end, words, the power of thought, the power of God within, it’s waiting to to awoken in you, it’s that simple. It was no blind comment, the proof was 2,000 years old. It was not an if, or a maybe, it was written in ancient civilizations. The pyramids, the holy sites, the visions of the prophets. it was not rocket science. Solomon was reading an old book, well new in one way, it was only 130 years old, a blip in our life history. He sighed ,why didn’t they explain it in the simple way it was given to them, this life was a transition, there was more to come. Well, if they fill your heads with all that is this world, what else will you think. Blind the mind, burn the heart, and survive, don’t think so, amen.

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.

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.

A Moment of Bliss

Rare, in the company of rare beauty, Solomon was in recall mode, moments in time when life suspends itself, as when in the company of pure love, not often achieved in a world that values everything according to return cost and cash. It was a timely reminder, the difference between the Spiritual Feeling and the material, one would last forever, the material would fade and be forgotten till the next material high. He was contemplating on why more positive divine interventions don’t happen in control led spiritual gatherings, where those leading the parade assumed more prominence than they were entitled to. It drew him back to the words of Jesus, the wealthy taking the seats at the front, the needy to the rear. It was supposed to be the other way around. Pure love is that, the needs of others overtake your own.

In the confused world, there were too many chiefs among us, each declaring a better option, but the game going round in circles, the stranglehold of the elite choking off the supply of Spirit. He encountered the Holy Spirit in real time, and saw many magical things, wondered why those who taught the ways of Jesus were slow to practice his approach. There are moments of bliss waiting, why focus on guilt creation, the direct opposite to enlightenment, smile.

There were many in great need, positively in need, there was 25 trillion off shore, there was no lack of resources, that was the perpetual lie. Having encountered divine intervention, Solomon thought it wise, that the so called in the know folks wake up, and seriously fast. The image from the sky was one of many events he encountered. It all pointed to a world under divine judgement, amen. A moment of bliss for all true believers, the good Samaritans of the world, and word, 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.

Finding God!

What a question to ask, whose your Father, what is all this talk about a great change. We are all seekers of a kind he sighed, and Solomon was in the middle of it all, seeking. If he put it in words, it was almost a request, if it was in your heart, the words just appeared on the screen. He was reading a post about the appearance at Garabandal, and the divine appearance to the young children. The appearance of the divine Mother, pointed to a time of change, in and around the current times. Did the amalgamation of the super powers, Mr trump and Mr Putin, point to further evidence of the great change. He’d seen many signs, and it was gut instinct too, the appearance of great spirit, the signs, the numbers, the worship of idolatry, the era of the selfie. it was a continuous

wave, asking us to choose, what side were you on. God lived in the heart, so Jesus says, did we make room “in” there. Then a child comes along and a mother, seeking a room, baby blue eyes and a smile, just as he was reading the article. The sweet mystery of love and how it rubs off on us, when it’s in there.