Space Wars

Movie titles, credit lists, the long list of names that took part in the production, it wasn’t a one man game, collective, the world, same as all those species fighting to hang on, each bit playing a part in the life of another, some might call it space wars. Solomon sighed, the world was addicted to the image driven world, where outside beauty mattered over everything else, which of course can be easily manipulated, and has. Jesus reminds us, it’s your heart where all your beauty is stored, and so we have idols who try to grab our attention, and those you try to open our hearts, in the hope that we can see, it’s a real space war. Solomon sighed, it’s not hard to work out what matters when your old and wrinkly and lying on the bed, your hair is grey, perhaps falling out, your teeth no longer bleach, and your ability to do the basic toiletries, to say the least, a bit inhibited. Boy, don’t you wish your heart was full of good deeds to reflect on, rather than the state of your decaying body, what the difference a smile makes, amen. Can you imagine the God of Jesus residing inside a rubbish dump of a life, with a big smile on His Face.

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My Eyes

They could not see, they could not hear, old words, repeated, the blindness of those who were in charge, and the barriers they falsely created in order to elevate themselves to positions, where others would look up and say, fine person you are. The arrogance of those who tried to instruct others in the ways of God, while ignoring the teachings of Jesus, rushing off to this group and that, and as Jesus would say, if they spent their time being compassionate, how they would change all that was around them. Solomon heard the words of warning ring in his ears, it happens again and again. Ceremony only mattered when there was true humility, the posturing of some really made him wonder.

He walks down a street, spots a man with a disability, stops. The words that come out of his mouth, the story of the Spirit and how it visited him one night. He wasn’t preaching, too many do that,

just rousing the interest of one who might want to be healed. He walks on. If those on the alter did not actively believe in miracles, how on earth could they convince anyone else. The Luke warm faith of servants is not the heart warming trust of Children. It was time they were all reminded of whom they were supposed to represent up there, it was not an organisation, that was for sure, amen.

The Tramp, The Limo and The Healer

Charlie walks the sidewalk, he is dressed as usual, poor, a limo pulls alongside. Inside, dressed to the nines, some folks he used to know, is that Charlie Brown, damn has he changed. Charlie, he recognises the voice, it’s from another time, one of those. They tried to lord it over everyone, played the markets, robbed from pension funds, and laughed all day long, this is so easy, just put your man in the position and he will pay and pay. Charlie refused to play their game, he left them years ago. Charlie smells the expensive perfume, she is as thin as a rake, is that the fashion these days, Charlie is thin cause he can’t eat often enough. They invite him into the limo, Charlie come on dude, is this meant to be real. He is on his way to see a friend, they are on their way to a party. Choices sighed Charlie who loved to drink. Got an appointment he says, walks on. The car pulls away from the kerb, what a dumb ass the thin rake says. Charlie makes the friend’s house, he is doing a little healing, has a great relationship with God, he just has to ask. Politics and God does not mix, money never has loved anyone yet, and the Holy Spirit doesn’t come around too often.

Solomon sighed, the dream he had the night before, the three men in suits, had a boy with them, a very sick one, frail and thin, only divine help would help him, so they travelled with the child, they hear about the power of Jesus and the Spirit, could it be real. The Father loves the child, and the young boy urges them, he has had the dream too

. It’s the story of old, how they travelled to see Jesus, the power of the Spirit was in him, so they went the distance to see him, made the effort, we only have to touch him they felt. The child is brought back to health before their eyes, then the three wise men, star-struck, this is better than Lazarus, they see it with their own eyes, Solomon smiled. He saw the men in the dream, this is the Power of Heaven. We only have to raise the Spirit, Amen.

The Bird Stopped Singing

Silence in the street, the familiar hum is gone, the beat that used to fill your head, the side to side rhythm, the bird is silent, but his memory lives on.  How we take it for granted, the sound of music, birds and their tweets, the friendly smile that used to lend you a cigarette, and those conversations that went anywhere but always had meaning. There is no economic value in a bird song, there is no money in music on the street, well, you can press the button and have it automatically, why would live music matter. Solomon heard of the passing on of a good soul and friend of his, a member of the James gang, an outlaw type.  Mornings spent listening for a half hour, the requests he played, Neil Young and more, thanks he says, I’m sure your entertaining elsewhere now.

Good leaders, how the business minded only value money and nothing more, amen. There had to be a loading given to wisdom in the days ahead, the danger to the environment, the abuse of communities, the madness of celebrity culture, there are artists who inspire. Solomon reflected on the many times he heard the banjo play as he rounded the corner, and the smile it would put you his face, and the few requests he could make. It wasn’t economic the activity, but it was wisdom to support it. He had in times past, and now he could as God Most High, and expect to get a hearing, even when he wasn’t right. You never stop listening to music, thanks John.

Make Time For me

She sits at the table, the kitchen is one of those designer types, every gadget you can imagine, she nurses the glass of wine, she frowns, how he used to have all the time in the world for me, now she is lucky if he is home before ten, what an existence, waiting. Is this what they base success on, setting aside all those habits that brought you together for a dream somewhere else, we used to be so happy. How many make time for true love to grow, busy work habits, eating on the go, hurry, turning the head, did you see that, always in a hurry and making promises that you will never keep. It must be so much worse for a small child, wondering if they will see their father at all, the human well that has to fill, the start of love. Solomon sighed, he had a powerful dream, three men and a child, a boy that was healed, they came a long way, their faith was real, the prayer was answered, it wasn’t mere words.

In the busy world, the rush, it’s the same as faith, it gets pressurized, it begins to crack. He was reflecting on the past, a long time past, well, thirty years is a life time for some, but the stress that began to happen as life began to explode in all directions, the need to multitask, trying to cover up for families that were dividing, the population explosion, the need for small single parent homes, a conundrum, and the inevitable pressure on time for Spiritual growth, guru’s taking over the class room, the Teaching of Jesus, ignored, weather patterns that were verging on the hysterical, it was rush, and in the end, it was as if the world forgot where it came from.

You have to go back sometimes to see where you went wrong. It was written 2,000 years ago, God lives inside you, same as having part of your life dedicated to an interest, that is eternal, the guide that gives you the nod, whether it is real or good, and as the bad decisions pile up, the space becomes unimportant, the excuses that you use and start building, the affirmation as the news is bad, as if it was part of your decision making process, another reason to thrash what you once believed, like angry lovers who want to make excuses to dislike themselves further.

Eternity

The world is beautiful, people can be ugly, that’s all, the less of the Spirit the more difficult it becomes, the more harm the more cynical we become, the bigger the hole the easier it is to fill, the small pal the light the smile the gentleness, melting hearts and second glances the nurture, the expectations inside the Spirit rises, the neighb

urhood demons the hurt of others, the constant pressure holding out waiting, the disappointment the first slap the hurt, patience what was I doing so wrong, that TV and what is was showing me, it was just a case of imitation, the big fear the other voice the worry, the threat of violence and the tension on the heart, the struggle to be yourself and strong, the emotional hurt the feeling of being undeserving, the assault on the spirit the physical threat, the watchful eyes of God’s angels worrying, what have they allowed to go on, this Spirit is from the talent pool, it does not go unnoticed, and if they put a price on it or help for it, there is going to be no special enquiry, Solomon wondered what the blazes they thought they would get away with, it did not impress him one iota, beyond comprehension they better have excuses ready, dampening the Spirit at a time such as this, who were they getting instructions from, demons.

The child becomes a worried boy, the fiery spirit becomes wayward, stubborn, how did he end up like this, he is encouraged by angels who arrive in town, there is a call going out, you better mind the children all of them, there are sudden changes and great wonders, a form of panic sets in good choices are made regularly, the Spirit of God is pouring out, the words of Jesus fill the hearts an awareness, the changes are constant as the spirit continues to rise, Solomon sighed, he only had to write it a thousand times, amen.

Crisis In Numbers

Not enough votes to unite us, and too many votes that divide us. Numbers, the way we weigh things up, you don’t have enough numbers, you can’t get that, we wont get elected, you can’t afford that, numbers, little wonder there is a book of numbers in the ancient scriptures. The more you have in numbers, the safer you appear. The so called wisdom, and in our rush to get the numbers right, we ignored the other numbers, that apply to the health of the planet.

Crisis in numbers, not enough men and women to fill the roles and preach. Church in crisis, the numbers, how can it last. Crisis in Spirit, how do you increase it, the power to change the entire.

Children will shame you, and if you are intending getting into the higher love, a child you must be, a young person, not necessarily, it’s an appreciation you are supposed to show for the world and it’s creator, The Great God Most High. You are all children of a higher love, none of us are the boss. When the numbers reach the tipping point, the changes begin to take place, and we reach the critical level, so it seems.

Crisis in numbers, so much of the world already extinct, a number worth worrying about.