Spirit Women

In praise of you all, I am a mere man, yes, my brother men made it difficult, they put barricades around common sense and made it hard, worried your children and put traps before them, caused dissent among you, and chose the most influential, and when you no longer shined, they dumped you, raised Joan of Arc, Marguerite Porete and many others, after they nailed them to the bonfire, maybe it was in order to teach us, we read about it later, what happened, but remember this, the words of Jesus, they did the same to the prophets of old, it wasn’t a woman thing, it was all about power. Making trophies of beauty too, the very thing Jesus railed against, put their energies into controlling everything, the very thing real love never does. Yes Spirit women, there are causes that arrive like conveyor belts full of troubles, trying to distract you ,trying to focus you into someone else’s war, listen if you have ears, cast your love wide, and bring as many good souls into your nets, do as Jesus would say, learn to heal, put your Faith in Jesus and the Holy Father, amen.

Solomon sighed, he was listening to a friend, a woman of great Spirit he knew was being overwhelmed, had suffered as a result. While Solomon listened, he imagined the huge number of causes anyone could get caught up in, many of them created to distract and divide those of Holy Intent. Behind the scenes there are those who agitate and try to distract, watering the Spirit as they say. Solomon prayed, remind them this night dear Father, send these extremists the nightmares they deserve. He sighs, Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, and saw the wonderful affect a few nights before, the sense of awe among those gathered, even the preacher was dumbfounded, let there be more, amen. They were even talking of Miracles, who can complain about that. it’s the start of something new and wonderful.

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Focused Resentment

Elections cause and affects, how those dark energies get organised, translated into votes, giving energy to dark thoughts, and the howling supporters, jumping up and down like complete idiots as if they achieved something, while all they did was create great harm. One’s resentment another’s opportunity, the road to hell and all those so called good intentions. Nature is changed. too many chemicals in the water, too many hurts never forgiven, too  many born with inner resentments, same way a nervy horse passes on the trait to off spring, it’s hard to get over, a good trainer knows all about it. Demons, or the darkness as we call it, the stuff we try to get over but hide from, those emotional moments, a failed love affair, a child you did not want to have, then watching a mother father and child walking down the street years later, how it could have been, she heads for the off licence, it’s a memory she has never gotten over. Who is in your top ten of resentments, did you marry too late, did your career become more important than your children, the stuff you store inside, it’s a mix, ammunition for later use.

Solomon sighed, the garbage or the baggage, why bring it with you. A therapist gave this advice to a friend of his, she passed it on, maybe Solomon reminded her of past failings, in that case the therapist was a failure, a light head. Jesus was uncompromising; you have to set it aside, the hurts, your Father In Heaven takes it all into account, he settles all debts, amen, don’t worry.

He sits over his coffee, the restaurant is a haven, there is peace, apart from the time a few demons tried to muscle in, but they soon got lost. The news was good too, there was healing going on, and this was putting pressure on those who used the resentments of others to create bad energy. They were looking down the proverbial barrel, about time.

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Light Energy

She looks drawn, eyes droop, her arms hang, weighed down with bags, but there is a twinkle in her eye, there is a surprise inside, a heavy heart will get a lift, the darkness will vanish, someone thought of me, that’s all it will take, someone remembers me. No longer alone, why, the hurtful memories will disappear, while the light energy engineers, brings to the surface, the sweetest of thoughts, the feelings that the darkness makes disappear.

Our reason for being, why do we exist, Solomon asked this question many times; it seemed so easy to put it words; to bring lightness to being, light energy. What weighs you down; the bills come to mind, the shape, the weighing scales, every time we measure, we end up at the extremes, comparing, well, that didn’t cost much, you have to get something better, is that all they could afford, meanies you imply, how bad do we need light energy, seriously.

as Old as rare gold….

 

Your not supposed to look at the legs, it’s why we are sacking you Mr Smith, what am I going to tell Mavis, Mavis being his girl, well, 89 she is an old girl. Jimmy Smith, her nephew, young and naive, didn’t read the new regulations, no looking at girls in the office anymore, it’s offensive, he’s not impressed, what will I tell Mavis. There is no one else he can tell, and she is deaf.

Her head is shrunk, the skin is tight, old age has got a hold of her, and her time is near, so she believes, depressed, wanted to do more, the nursing home she lives in, is waking up, another drowsy sleep, she thought all night about the stuff she used to be able to do, in between the screams of some of those inside, it feels like a prison camp, maybe it’s getting old. Don’t forget Mavis, God Most High can do anything, she hears it inside her head, medication.

The door opens, the trolley girl as she calls her comes into her room, a nurse with an assortment of medication. She mixes the tablets with some soft food, open up Mavis, the nurse says, with a hand behind her back, she helps Mavis raise her head, it’s easier to swallow, two spoons, the medication is gone, so is the Trolley girl, doing the rounds

Old Bones

The door swings open on the bleep, procedures, security at the old folks home, they are afraid of intruders, while the inmates watch the door hoping someone will visit, anyone it seems, the comparison, just a lesson, who we let into our lives, and who we decide is good enough, the human race, old bones in the end. He climbs the stairs, it’s a bright spot, those inside are lucky, well cared for, and it smells fresh, none of the odors you get as you get older, yeah, that stuff, ever wonder why in big cities they have those sweet smells, the council does the perfume routine, and pours it into the underground sewers, how sweet, we are all the same in the end, old bones.

The blip, he enters the room, tired face, years gone by, etched with memory, and as the days close out, the regrets too, Solomon is there to add comfort, not that it will be that much, he knows how to raise the Spirit, and when the Spirit rises, old bones are renewed, the wrinkles turn into smiles, and the old bones are no longer old bones, but a friend again.

He listened to the radio story, the inhabitants of the home, the eyes pointed towards the door, they are hoping for a visitor, but they never come, says the nurse in charge. Solomon sighed, we all fade to some degree, we all get old, we all have memory, and then we become undesirable, well, not as useful as before, old in many cases. Did we not realize the wisdom lying in those beds, and what they can teach us. He takes a deep breath, naive perhaps, but you never dieP1060580 when you continue to learn, even when it came to old bones, amen.

Doubles Dear!

Anyone for tennis, it’s summer, might as well get some exercise, doubles dear, cheaper than the gym, and you are likely to see others, whoever you meet. Stretch the muscles, touch the feet, warm up, it’s not exactly Wimbledon, but you know friends who’ve been there, you promise yourself you’ll visit one year, just to tell the others, that you were there, where ever there is. So many people wear an exterior that bore no relationship to the real self, ask any good homicide detective, the number of psycho’s out there. They can literally smell your fear, cause they have felt it themselves. Like demons, they get to know your habits, can dialogue with you, your hobbies, and the stuff of general interest, in a nutshell, they are living double lives, waiting for opportunity to appear.

The flow of Spirit was an area of intense interest to Solomon, how it is interfered with, the gimmicks used by those of bad intent, hoping to drown or destroy it, in the souls that still had it, those who failed to give up. It was easy to fall in with the power of the day, tell yourself, there was nothing you can do, almost as if you are drowning, just accept it, don’t even try to prevent it. Across the world, there were those vested with Great Spirit, who dealt with the toing and froing of life, the good news and the bad, the opinions of friends, the veritable suitcase of truths, which ones do you choose or believe, or do you pretend. Soaking it up and forgetting it a few minutes later, sounded like good advice, there was no point giving room to gibberish inside yourself, unless it was a comedy you were watching.

He was talking with an old friend, Solomon, that is, be amazed with what Heart Love can do, it brings out the light, it’s that simple. The affirmation arrives again, and again, signs from the heavens, the world is changing, it’s time to be yourselves, the real you, not the doubles partner you pretend to be, amen.