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.

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Addict Central

Darn, the buzzer goes, the alarm clock buzzes, who could be at the door, she clambers out of bed, bumps into the chair, what time is it, she wipes her eyes, clearing, the buzzer goes again, I’m coming she shouts, she knows the voice; frantic words are muttered outside, you have a ten o’clock and you are behind, she fumbles with the lock. The door opens, she retreats to the kitchen, the kettle is set to work, her assistant is done up to the nines, darn, she looks better than me. She opens the press, where are the pain killers, she has a brain rush, you need to order more of these, she holds up the noisy container, two or three loose tablets left. Then she thinks to herself, the sleepers, they are getting low too

, and there could be an emergency, she dismisses the thought, the time she dropped the container on the bathroom floor, and how sticky they were when she tried to pick them up. What about the anxiety stuff she thinks. Her assistant says nothing for a few minutes, she has been through it before, addict central.

Get Healed

The placebo affect, golly, you begin to feel better when you actually believe it, the Spirit, the initial push, the way opens, in those moments of searching, seeking a reason to believe, the aches, the anxiety you felt a minute before eases, same as the feeling you get when going to a big dinner, you look forward to the good food, forward looking, the point being, you are looking ahead.

Solomon encountered the addict, well, he encountered a few, and he was listening. The conversation was muted, addict was trying to direct the conversation, pointing at weakness’s he perceived that would distract Solomon, a tactic many use, deflecting. Solomon listened, this hurt, he saw how his companion was trying to control the situation, why would he want to do that, hiding from himself?

Feeling good, there is news of a cure, Solomon read the news, A rod was telling all the good news, he got the all clear. A believer, he thanked his faith for keeping him in the zone, he wanted to get well, had not given up. Solomon smiled, as soon as we realise that we are all bit players in a great movie, when we consider this, and apply it to our lives, we will see the value of our existence, no matter what angle we take. Don’t we all seek meaning in life, our purpose….

As said before, if you don’t believe, why are you doing it for!

Men and Women

You and me, we get to know each other, we wriggle with our fingers, there is an energy, you can read each others thoughts, how are our emotions in tandem, then we part, the memory remains, wish I could have more of that, she sighs, when I am with you I think of nothing else.

 

Solomon listened to the prophet woman, she had staying power, was on a one person mission, her devotion clear, aimed at pleasing God. Solomon listens, she rattles on, he nods, some days we have to clean, other days we wash, we smarten ourselves up, fine, there are a lot of changes in a single minute, the memory of 9/11 a very real event, along with the multitude of assaults on civilians, who had their entire towns bombed from a safe height, we all have ideas of righteousness, not all of them work out.

Men and women said Solomon, he threw out the point, we are in this together, all of us, none of us made it without the other, so why all these differences then. He wanted to invite her over for a chat; there were a few holes in her thought process and Solomon wanted to help her fill them in; If you are going to teach Jesus, God, and the Holy prophets, you need to have a base built on compassion. an understanding of unconditional love, and the humility of a farmer depending on the weather, please.

Jesus This, Who said that…..

Sound byte, how the mind hangs on what a few heads speak, the radio is on, the word pandemic is mentioned, the ears become pointed, the listening is hard, is it our salvation or our end, how worry excites us, the same threat we face each day, who said that.

The lady is older, her hands are not functioning as they used to, she bumps into the wall occasionally, the medication makes her dizzy, the experts say it’s a wasting disease, who said that, the stuff they try to fill you with, same as placing boxes in the spare closet, you will fit in there nicely, like all those similar boxes.

Meanwhile the juggernaut rolls on, and those on board it, feel as if they can lord it over the rest, the heart attack however a few weeks later was put down to diet, too much good food and not enough exercise, the laugh out of those left behind, still on the juggernaut, waiting for the next victim. The roll continues, the despair deepens, those looking on, wondering, can this really last, is there no one who can stand against this machine.

You mean you want to be a human rights lawyer, the older lawyer looks at his apprentice, you mean you’d give it all up for those losers outside, he points to the street, it’s lunchtime and the workers are racing to their half hour break from their assault on the world. You mean you’d give it up for a better world, the old man wonders what is happening to the human race, finally he says to the young apprentice, who said that to you anyway he says, the apprentice sighs, well Jesus of course, don’t you believe in the world to come he says addressing the old man, who checks his watch, he is due to rendevous with his teenage sweetheart shortly, well she is a teenager,  but the old man is no sweetheart, just a ruthless pragmatist.

Solomon sighed, the extremists are being turned into babbling fools: when they open their mouths, their truth pours out, while those that used to support them wonder, how did we vote for that. Solomon read the papers; there was dissent in many places, lawyers were hiring investigators, lives were being privately undermined, it was business to the lawyer, money; Solomon sighed, didn’t they all know, everyone of them, that the day of the Lord had arrived, miracles were happening, and extreme thought was on the divine radar, and that meant an end to them, amen. Who said that?…Just one thought, a good prayer, it was time to put the effort in, the ship of extremism sailed on in search of any friendly port, sink it he prayed before they can get ashore, it’s only listing now, amen.

It Couldn’t Happen to Me….9/11

How often we look at others, our eyes turn down, for a moment or two, as we try to digest what it feels like, or how lucky we feel, it wont happen to me, they don’t seem too well, how could they cope with it, their loss our escape, lucky us, how long do we read the news from afar, the casualty list, the numbers, do we think of families or is it our luck we are sizing up, lucky me. How lives can change with dramatic affect, for all time. Solomon recalled the morning news, all those years before, the seeming animated picture, this could not be real, not live on TV, it has to be a computer generation, then the reality a minute later, that’s real people, that was real jet fuel, that is real life and it’s before the eyes of the world. How one day can alter so much. History teaches us, anything can happen, and old scripture reminds us, there is another life.

Solomon listened to the news, the anniversary, the where were you moment as it were, and the decisions made afterwards, to start a war, and the results thereafter, when the call for a great peace was lost in the big talk, we’ll get even, regardless of the cost, the soldiers return home years later, shell shocked, the desire for guns increasing daily, the nationalistic calls, revenge and security, we have the power. The Roman empire wanted to dominate the world through force, or fear, God had other plans, the memorials still exist, to remind us, war does not work, it only leads to worse.

Mothers, fathers brothers sisters, when did revenge do it for you, or what did revenge do for you; usualy caused more need for guns, and the mentality that using force brings, hatred usually, amen. Jesus pleaded forgiveness, knew how our thoughts are formed, the baggage that destroys, those bitter memorires that you save up, for that great moment, same as the viagra hidden in the shaving bag, for use when you could not do it yourself, but there in the bag, in order to save your pride. Well, in a world thar that wants immediate satisfaction, there are no buffer zones, or patience. Amen

Young Turk

Hair greased, slicked back, he is not attitude, he does not recognize authority, not of the human kind, his goal is heavenly, has seen his home village destroyed, the pain and trauma, the cheap words of world leaders, after every atrocity,  they have been saying the same thing for years, pass the book, let the next set of leaders take the chance, see how long will they last, meanwhile plan for retirement, and a comfy living, while observing the harm, from all their inaction. Did Jesus say the same, words are great, prayers too, but without love in actions to support, what were you anyway, an empty vessel, a lot of noise and nothing else, as for those long winded applauded speeches, just yellow paper now, faded as the dreams were, the hopes raised that never flew. The Young Turk does not intend to suffer that fate. He is patient, he intends no harm, and will do his thing, he does not want to loose the heavenly connections, that is what has been happening, these last fifty years. The Young Turk has ideas of his own, prays it straight, and when he does, the help always arrives, no fool him.

So many refugees on the move, so many trying to find a home, clean water, it used to be all over the place, why did we have to pour poison into the water; well, the child in rags playing in the rubble, forever hopeful. Solomon sighed, may the schemes of extremism and those who plan such things, implode of the extremists, amen. can’t we just accept we are different at times, amen.

Solomon sighed, he told the health professional a few details of Life in the Spirit, the struggle between the material and eternal life. Well, it’s not easy being a believer sometimes; it puts an onus on you.