Tyrants Anonymous meets..

The organizer, a three year old child, a little boy with a big heart. He heard a voice. Get them together, and tell them what you heard. The boy told his pals, we got God on our side, lets organize a meeting. So the first meeting of T.A was organized. Being organized by children, it attracted a most unusual crowd, what was the interest. They stretched around the corner, and ran for miles, the bullies.

The children look at each other, how are we going to deal with this lot. A tramp appears out of nowhere, I know where they are heading, a reversal of fortune, he says. The first will be last, the last will be first. That’s what Jesus said!.

Who are you the little kids said. I’m the overseer he replied. The children nod, That’s God or one of his close friends. You never know who you meet these days. Do Tyrants eat popcorn asked a voice, a young girl with entreprenerial skills. Well, we might as all well feed them, give them treats, before they have to visit that other place.

Mothers… the currency is Love

Their Currency is Love

She loses her balance every time he comes in, he changes her rhythm, same way a child grabs the attention, she is made to honor love, has no choice in the matter. Years before she lost the plot, it was Christmas, there was a global disaster, something she can relate to. Love deserted her, leaving her rudderless for a year or two. She will never make the same mistake again, will never trust a man. Bad enough having to fool demons, it would ware you out most days, having to worry about the gasoline going into your heart, that she can control, but everyday, she droops, until he appears, what is happening.

The boss was furious, have you lost the plot. Only true Spirit can revive her, amen.

Across the world there was a sense of injustice, much of it if not all, powered by poverty and the feelings it evokes. Hows long can you prod an arm before a bruise appears. For many years, for centuries in some minds, there was a great imbalance between the roles of men and women in societies everywhere, some of it justified. Solomon wondered why the arguments continued on the same vein, equality. Men could not bare children alone, and women needed men to bare children, it was a relationship of communication. The rapid growth of technology had overtaken wisdom and wise thoughts. The impulse today is instant gratification, and everyone knew that couldn’t last. The currency of Love was badly needed, amen.

The Substitutes Bench

The players roll up, they are in line, next, the coach says, your on, move left, left you go, the game is in play, it’s the super bowl of divine intention, and there are those who want to disrupt the play, they want to win at any cost, while the good team wants to win on merit.

You are sitting at home, perhaps your old, or young,  perhaps you have a disability, perhaps you spend too much time wondering about what you could have been doing, regretting, wishing you had stayed home that fateful night, or wished your mother had taken better care of you, before you were born, whatever, you made it into the world, not by your own free will, but by the law of Birth, Heaven, with eternity the goal at the end of the rainbow. You can’t leave the house for extended times, your medical condition has you like a chain, and you medical insurance is restrictive, does it get tough sometimes….

In the old folks home, can’t move without assistance, and when they come to visit you, its’ as if they have forgotten you, some life, and you prayed all your life too, it’s not fair. God knows all this, he passed out an abundance of talents to satisfy all needs, but as the children became too much in themselves and built little kingdoms, for the benefit of their ego mainly, its nice to impress, don’t ever forget it though, when the medals are finally awarded and the trophy is handed over, the substitutes get the winners medal too.

So put purpose into your heart; while you may have setbacks and feel passed over at times, we all play key roles, and we fit in where the need is greatest. So when your on the bench, you are still part of the team, amen.

Solomon sighed, he was recalling the old story; some of the pharisee’s and his own apostles were asking; why was such a person born with restrictions, what was his or her sin they asked. Jesus knew they were trying to confuse him, Jesus simply replied; well, it’s to show the great power of God. We see a fellow soul in trouble or in need, our hearts are moved, the ball is in play, what are we to do about it…..it’s also why, angels are careful not to rush in; there are those who act up with the intention to deceive, amen.

True Love

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.

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Dancing Girl

What is the purpose of my life, the dancing queen is tired, the rehearsals are tedious, getting ready for another show, life is getting her down, her ankle hurts and the chorus of dancers are out of rhythm, is it her calm, she is stressed, is it for the money, or is there a greater purpose, why am I doing this, it’s a question all the great artists ask themselves, am I relevant anymore.

She shouts stop, they all become statues, what is wrong, they are afraid to look her in the eye, is that the reaction you wants she says to herself, is it because I’m a tyrant, a bully in charge, or am I loosing my self. Do I need a new direction, something fresh to encourage me along. They look at her, seeking guidance, she could be having a breakdown, perhaps I AM DOING TOO MUCH, and need to take a rest, she does not think it, it’s what is on their mind.

Solomon sighed, many lives suffer the burn out, and when they don’t take a seat, they end up getting into all sorts of ugly stuff. He has seen it happen to those who over work, a good nights sleep without medication, a miracle for some, he smiles, the duvet and the pillow has always been his friend. He learned young, to have energy and verve, you need to pace yourself, rest in between the moments and you will be grand. Don’t let the mind fool you, there are demons who will tell you what you want to hear. Even the Greatest Spiritual leader of all time, teacher, Jesus, had to get away from the disciples regularly, the body needs rest and the minds needs to put down all it has inside it.

Solomon learned the lesson a long time ago, a close friend, the afternoon rest, the energy that seemed everlasting to well into the eighties, all because she knew how to rest. In the busy world, so many had to go full throttle, afraid of loosing their position, living in fear, while in positions of authority even. The Spirit needs rest, and space to regroup, and in a busy world, that was becoming more difficult. Put it in words he smiled, and it will become a tool for someone else, amen. Turn the extremists into babbling fools Dear Father, and when they try to make life difficult for your people, remind them, the love is in charge, amen.

Te Amo

Amo, what are you saying, the old geezer lifts his head, he is old, it’s tough, the muscles are weak, lying on the pillow, not enough exercise, getting older, still wise though, has his faculties. Te Amo, he says, she listens in close, the nurse, what is it your trying to say, she leans closer, can feel the breath from his mouth, Te Amo, he repeats, she sighs, can’t make it out, getting old, it’s hard to understand what is being said. Amo chases the room with his eyes, Amo he says, Amo, a memory returns to him, how he used to enjoy making people smile, women in particular, and children, being a man, he was not impressed with the male attitude, always in a hurry, did they ever hear of the word, wait.

Valentines day, he had friends, some old as himself, they having gruff attitudes to the love, living in cuckoo land, giving out, complaining, the world is wrong, had a view on all that was wrong, acted like politicians mostly, as if it was approval they sought, maybe covering up their own fears. Cheer those damn souls up, Valentines day, and the feelings in it, he would send them out cards, at least get them wondering, think different awhile, you will be surprised, who sent that?

 

He left me twenty years ago, Solomon listens, a blob of Guinness on his lips, being polite, he lets her rant on, who else would listen to this, no wonder he left you he thinks, still smiling at her, he must have been real bad to have that impact on you, he says, as he reaches for the new one, new Guinness, and you still haven’t forgiven him then, why should I she says, she goes on and on, meanwhile Solomon listens, how a conversation can ruin a Guinness moment. Did you ever hear of Love he says, she looks at him as if he has sixteen eyes and looks like a sheep, oddly, what’s that she says, Solomon raises his eyes, I will be on the whiskey soon if she keeps this up, did you ever hear of Te Amo, is that a drink she asks, mind if I go to the bathroom he says. So many wars fought over love that goes wrong, history of the human race, amen.

Flight of Destiny….. could be a diva’s dream….

 

 

The wings rise in union, the small creature is carrying a message, destiny calls, obstacles in the sky, the usual predators and obstacles, and the latest threats, the magnified air, the invisible microwaves, can send the radar spinning, little dove is one of many, that have set off before, it’s a journey across the world. Little heart, she recalls the day she was born, the shell cracked open, it wasn’t easy, she had to move around until it fell away. Interesting, you noticed everything around you, the beginning, your first breath of fresh air. Never did you imagine you’d be flying high up there, even if you were made for the journey, it’s a surprise every time, the lift and you’re airborne, no jet or exhaust fumes. Sally flaps her wings, a little slower than before, her tempo is slowing, it will soon be time to rest.  Rather than cross the ocean at the widest point, when the others didn’t return, it was decided you’d cross as much land, in case it was the water that caused their demise. You are trying to follow the map, but you found out early, that even the landmarks had changed, cities where there were towns, but some are still there. A church steeple or another holy place, the only places where you can find safe nights rest, clouds on the horizon too, rain, it only adds weight, normally it wouldn’t matter, but this was not a normal journey, the message you carry, has the key that will open the gates of Heaven. A couple is getting married, and your arrival at a certain perch will be a sign, then the book is revealed, the holy men and women will unite.

The rise in electronic masts, the waves, the frequencies they interfere with, is putting your navigation skills to the test, but your one of the last ones, they said you did not fly that fast, lucky for you, it is giving you time to circle problems rather than immerse in them. The wings are heavy, you have been flying a Lindbergh, non-stop for five hours, you need a rest. It’s essential, put the wings down and have a good eat.

There is no need to carry anything, otherwise, you don’t fly, one of the great secrets, you and your kind know too well. The way humans worry, there you are waiting to gather a few crumbs, the conversations you hear, when they are troubled help is sent to them, an army of flying helpers, everyone has a specific purpose. The mind is tired, and you need to stay focused, the old teachers words, the reason you and all you feathery creatures were created, at the time, perhaps too young, you thought it was an exaggeration, now, in this time of stress, what you thought was an excess, it holding you in shape, strange words you sigh, the ache on the wing is forgotten, you could fly for hours if you stayed in this frame of mind.

Haven’t been home in a year, what is taking so long, when you get there you will be on time, what sort of timetable is this, that’s what they said to you at the beginning, what planning, you can never lose, then you remember the month you spent in the sun, unplanned, but you were having doubts, and the company was great.  Fresh homegrown bread with lots of grains every morning, berries and all sorts of fruit, some you only heard of, served to you every morning by the gentle mullah, while there was a war going on in all directions, maybe it was wise to stay when you did. Two weeks at the monastery, they treated you as if you were a royal guest, boy did you live it up that fortnight and put on a couple of ounces you had to shed before you were able to take flight. There, you spot the steeple, the head changes, you turn the flaps on your wing, you do a recognisance, there could be a hidden mast, and that’s an experience you don’t want to repeat, sent you off course for five hundred miles, your lower in the sky, you do a second pass, nothing dangerous, it’s a real monastery, not one of those private homes, it’s safe to land.  Some damn map you say.

 

 

She wakes from her dream, her first interview today, a young aspiring actor, she has a big heart, wants to play those roles that inspire, give heart, if only she can overcome those obstacles. Her bedroom door opens, her breakfast, eggs benedict, her eyes lift, just the start I needed……what a dream, imagine being a little white dove, do you know what that means….