The power of the prophets, the foundations of every great relationship, True Love. Solomon sighed, the Heavenly Father never lets down his own, he might rebuke them, teach them, spoil them occasionally, but he always acts out of love.
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.
Is it possible, was it static or was it the Spirit inside, the garment flashed in the dark, streaks of electricity, is that who we are, charged energy. What’s inside us, and what stops us from pouring out the Spirit. He was electric, she electrified the audience, comments you hear, but to experience it, it made clear the picture of us as light and dark energy. and as we encourage the light, the more dynamic we become, more alive. Jesus put his hands on the sick, they were healed, they touched his garments, that was all they had to do, they believed and were healed. God’s healing power was sent through the Spirit, it’s real, but we have become afraid to touch and reach out. Was this the reason why the world was sexualized, so that we would lose these abilities, and thereby lose our contact with God?.
Solomon saw blood on the sheets, soon after his electric moment, his own, his nose was a tap, damn blood everywhere. He wasn’t going to drain for awhile, and he lost four or five pints once a long time ago, that was a real spill, this was a stream, it might have filled a small whiskey glass, that’s all. Was there a bleeding heart, he had a small friend who was looking forward to seeing him, they shared great moments, memories that last forever.
In his confusion, the doctor and a cigarette maybe, he rushed out of the bloodied bed, hurries down the street, the more he hurries the faster the blood flows, he wasn’t thinking, what a sight, a red rag over his face, the shop is closed, he ends up in the church, so that’s how it works, you get the alarm call and you run with it. He sits on the pew, his head at the angle, looking at the angel, so this is how it works is it. A mother and her little child enters, they light candles, the mother is teaching her daughter, there is a God. Solomon is too busy with the blood to notice that much, but imagine the surprise, when a few minutes after the mother and daughter leave the temple, they return to offer him some tissues they bought for him, a very kind thought, and the child wore a heavenly smile, the sort of look only the purely innocent wear. They must have thought he was a mess, he smiles, they depart, Solomon is moved, how kind, such a sweet thought. Imagine the greater surprise, when two minutes later, they appear in the door, the little girl carries a bag for his bloody tissues. She hands over the blue plastic bag, a big sense of wonder in her young eyes. They will be blessed he sighed. Children don’t rear themselves, amen. Many parents would learn from that Mother’s example.
“it does not lift itself, you have to pump the gas, there is an endless supply when we do.
Solomon was reading a story, the ancient worlds, well, 3,000, or 2,000 odd years ago, seems a long time, but when you break it down and add the years of a small community together, the combined ages of six families can exceed a 1,000 years lived very easily. In the days of old, walls made of mud, warm weather, the shepherds in the hills, the women fetching water from the wells, meals prepared in pots, smoke drifting across the yard, children playing, no one worrying either, is the goat getting fat, the only fear, the thought of war, otherwise, plain sailing, the only other threat, the fear of the Romans, they controlling the lands. The Original Jews, believers mainly, worshiping the sabbath, teaching in the temple, waiting for the Messiah to arrive, as written in their ancient books. A lot of discipline required, the communities labor daily, the pharisee’s play at politics, soothing the angst within the community, keeping the roman’s at arms length, who allow them freedom over their own affairs.
We read these stories today, and then we try to compare those times to these, we add what we perceive to be today’s way of thinking, todays standards, to what was going on in those times and we try and make it sound logical, which is not easy, if downright, impossible. Don’t Marry outside your own, do this, do that, adultery an anathema, you can’t have that, it will destroy the peaceful community, you can’t get a bus and arrive in New York, after messing up in Los Angeles. You get the point, it wasn’t as we see things today. But passing on the Spirit, the strengthening of it, passing it on to those already endowed with it, same as passing on your traits, getting stronger and wiser as a result. Lifting the Spirit,isn’t it great to have a Spirit that is strong and full of good purpose, rather than a Spirit that is strong and full of resentment and hate. One version leads you to a life of Great Hope,the other version leads to a world of tyrants. Nurturing in a sound environment, lifting the Spirit, amen.
angry, angry, she teaches herself, the bottle will cure these feelings, she fills the glass, no longer mixes it, the first taste will intoxicate her, by the third she will be a raving demon, and she will hate herself, justice, the feelings she had an hour before ,a total waste. She sobers up, wakes the next morning, hung over, but used to it, no more than an ache, same as a woman who is used to a regular beating, the pain is the easy part. Anger, she can’t forgive herself. The next relationship, she tells herself she will be different, she will take advantage of him, getting even, justice she sighs, while she reaches for the bottle, later that morning.
Solomon sighed, the circles we make for ourselves, going nowhere but planning as if we will live forever, seeking justice. Jesus had a far simpler way when it came to dealing with anger, forgive them, you are only going to do yourself harm, no one else. The Father sorts it all out in the end. So many are drawn to causes they have no part of, filling the space inside, trying to feel good about them self, busy. Extreme organisations already know this, why do they target those who are easily upset, why, it’s easy to fulfill the hatred these lost souls have. Demons are expert at this, the way they argue even.
Do yourself justice of the real kind, replace your hatred with love, amen.
Moments from the journey This book contains a set of poems about God, human beings and their ways. We all know it is almost impossible to analyze poems you have to read them, feel them. So all I can say it contains a set of poems about human world in different colours-love, envy, pain, spiritualism […]Moments from the journey in Kindle. — Poems, stories, paintings and more by Sharmishtha Basu
The greatest thing in life is to wake up each morning knowing that the Creator of the universe loves me. As one writer put it ‘He loves me as I am, not as I should be, but He loves me too much to leave me as I am’. ~ Alan HermannTo wake up each morning knowing that the Creator of the universe loves you — From guestwriters