Energy and Spirit

A good teacher does not need to use the rule book to control the class, a wise preacher does not use harsh words to frighten from the pulpit. Solomon is a listener; listening is awareness, it’s not the ideas you have in your head, it’s the ideas others have in their heads; it’s something many preachers have closed their mind to; listening to what is going on in the hearts of their flock; dishing out what and what you should not do, is not the food you give to those who are believers; you might make suggestions to the new b’s, but to those who have been around, the tendency ought to be wise encouragement.

Energy and Spirit worked hand in hand; There is a lightness of being when in the company of those who are light; even in the gravest of occasions, words of comfort are the first words you expect to hear; given the invisible nature of bad

bad Spirit and how it finds a resting place among the resentments most people carry; it goes without saying, that when you want to find your way out of the material maze, presenting a copy of the rules, while making you appear knowledgeable and learned, it wont get you out of the maze your in.

Solomon sighed, there were many giving instruction on ways of finding the Spiritual truth; the inner well being of the self and how it affects those around you, but for all the guides, there was but One God. So many signs about, they ought to understand what is happening he sighed.

The Source

The wrinkles, deep and old, taken awhile to acquire them, the signs of character, why try to get rid of them, nothing wrong in showing who you are. Solomon was talking with a friend, the timing was good, the sun was out, and the two of them were re calling, older times. To the outside world it didn’t seem much, there was nothing you could take away, you had to experience it, they were talking about the source, where it all came from.

It’s like a river, they just don’t appear out of nowhere, Solomon nodded, he is a student, listening. The finished product was what most were interested in his friend said, while the journey was what made it what it was.

Solomon imagined a giant river, it could be the Ganges, the amazon. When you think of them, you see a mass of water, flowing strong, deep and constant. How they start, it was the same as an oak tree, a single acorn grows, as for the big river, it begins with the trickle of a stream, after many threads join together, it becomes a big river. Jesus said much the same, all of us are Spirits, we need to create the space inside by simply following the Father’s teaching, no big deal.

In the space of an hour, Solomon and his pal solved a few mysteries, not by trying to be smart, but by listening in a non judge mental way. Could anyone learn this his friend said, Solomon nodded, it’s like the big river, you have to understand how it got so big; it was nothing to notice at the start, just follow the treads.

The weaver sits at the loom, strings of wool, different colors, it requires patience, his fingers are practiced, his foot works the pedal rhythm that turns the loom, he feeds in the different treads, mixes the colors, after awhile a pattern emerges, after that a colorful garment. Life is just like that, lots of strings connected, a few failures to begin with, a practice time, experiences, and finally, a life lived. Imagine it, that big river was no more that a drip when it began, and look what it is now, amen.

Wisdom

Wisdom,

is knowing that God is in control and not your ego!

anger in the boardrooms of the world…..

he’s never purchased any of our stock….

Wisdom on a Tuesday,

we run out of palm oil,

lets burn down the amazon,

you can’t be serious,

what,

lets face it dudes,

when Pop gets home,

it’s going to get hot,

might as well get experience,

something to get used to,

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