Italy….

What, your going Italian, watch your ass dear, the men pinch the women there, they say its a compliment, I suppose if your older, it is, she shakes her head, you can’t be serious, well, when I was there thirty years ago, that was the way, it’s changed perhaps. She gives him a look, are men supposed to flatter women that way, a real pain in the ass, no lawyer would get a dollar out of their system, maybe today maybe today.  Well, she is getting angry, it’s so incorrect to talk like that, criticize the church in the old days and you lost your job, criticize the government in the old communist days, and you found yourself in the gulags, no wonder the world is in a mess.

Solomon sighed, it’s getting crazy all right, if there is money involved and publicity, they all want it, same as loud children, they want notice. She is at the interview for the shoot, she is prepared to pose, and no one is forced to look, unlike the children with the mobile porn library in their hands, they have less of a choice. Well, we are supposed to be interested in reproducing, seems we have been programmed to, otherwise, who knows.

She dis robes and flashes, had the double D enhancements, is always talking about it. hey, if they are for my husband or partner it’s my business she yells, well, why are you telling the world honey asks the young reporter, she gives him an up and down, boy if you don’t know the answer to that, do you think they’d look at us otherwise. Eighty per cent of the world agree with her, we are here to get the cash, if it wasn’t us it would be someone else.

Meanwhile, the tabloids want anything that gets the attention, and women I assume, are supposed to supply them, a simple comment, but did it hold any weight. The news is the same, another scandal, mean while, all their children are secretly looking up the stuff, hypocrisy, if they only knew, that all their habits were known, stop scratching your ass. and remember to wash your hands, and stop eating that, disgusting.

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Everything she ever wanted…

The attention, free love, the extras, lots of friends, everything she wished for, but there is still a hole inside her, that nothing material can fill, why can’t it be normal. She envies her friends, they’re normal, the boring partners, the routines they have, he leaves the bowl down, never washes the dishes, is always giving Margot their child treats, he shouldn’t spoil them that much, everyone nods and smiles, inside her heart is longing, but she knows, you can’t bring children into the world without foundations. Her friends recommend the child in a box scenario, the artificial thing, you get a list of prospects, and do it yourself. It’s not what she wanted. She retreats inside, it has to be there, the original feelings, where did they go, how do you decide. Everything she wants, it’s already inside her.

The eyes are giveaways, there is an emptiness, she is replaying the lives of old glamour queens and actors, every time she see’s them on the screen, not me hopefully she says. when i get older, i will be surrounded by those who grow with me, those who really love, is it the price of fame, well it comes with risk. I’ll get through it. The next day she decides to slow down, three months later she is on a beach, away from the attention, and herself, the way she used to be, all she ever wanted.

Islam, Christianity, Judaism…ICJ

The book, Islam, it’s all about love, protecting the faith, five basic tenets, it’s not the extremism so readily reported, its’ not the extreme examples reported, the KKK claim to be Christian too, muddied by the greed of business, demonized by the press, it is a way to the Kingdom of God.

Jesus, regularly mentioned in the Book too, Abraham too, we are of God, it’s the story of the good Samaritan, as told by Jesus, your deeds and your heart is who you are, not the texts you read, it’s as simple as love.

2019, the world is changing fast, new sense of awareness, bridges being built, Jesus being the central character, unites all the true faiths. Those who love are compassionate first, understanding of others, they listen, they don’t agitate, they don’t create division, they seek ways to build relationships.

The early believers, the followers of Jesus, the children of Abraham, met with fierce opposition, they challenged the power base, so they were in fear much of the time. 2,020 years later, whether it’s a week difference, a month, it does not matter, love is not an exact science, it’s an action.

The Challenge in the year ahead, connecting the common threads between all believers. I may not eat sushi, it doesn’t mean others can’t. In a world lost in translation, we need to get back to the very basics, and agree on the fundamentals, amen.

Solomon saw the signs in the Sky, and more, the heavenly powers were moving, and down on earth, they needed to move hearts, and quickly, amen.

You have to feel it…

The young man is in a far away place, the words roll over him, he isn’t listening to the old man, it’s not that he is bad mannered, he is just a little tired, where are you he asks, he is talking to himself and his Spirit guide, where are you. Are you listening sunny, the old man is trying to get a point across, the child is his grandson, he is filling in for the boys father, and not doing a great impression. has never used a modern i phone, can’t use the net, the boy is not looking forward to Christmas, and so the old man is trying to cheer him up.

Why don’t you leave me alone he snarls, and quickly leaves the scene, he is soon before the screen, surfing his new friend list, trying to find an escape. all around they are cheering Christmas, while all he gets is upset, does anyone listen… There is a knock at the door, the post man appears, the old man takes the parcel, wonders if he will call the boy down, bad tempered fool he says, with that attitude he’ll end up in jail.

Solomon listens, the aches and the pretends, the acting and the real, the over verbose and the serene, he too wonders if it’s real sometimes, how one day the baby is honored and sought, while a little time later, well, it’s open to all sorts of abuse. was this a description of the world, the child is born, the environment is getting more restrictive by the year, more and more saying openly, the stress is unbearable at times.

You have to feel it he sighed, but when it is real, you sure do know it. The boy in the story will get to the stage, a kind friend will intervene, then he will understand, all it takes is a little time and patience, not the micro wave thinking that is in so many heads, hey, will you talk to me awhile, the voice is lonely, the mouth opens, you suddenly begin to feel. Being the Season of Christmas, it was good to be made aware of why it’s celebrated..amen

It’s Not Doom, it’s New…

Misery, what woes have you to tell, her first meeting in the help group, she is nervous, misery got her there, hope will keep her there, it’s all new, she feels the new zest. No need to look over the shoulder, he is not going to barge in the way he often does, scaring the shit of everyone, cause he knows he can, she can even breath easily, and her smile is not fake, what a release, being able to be yourself.

The world is in the addiction clinic, there are so many changes afoot, it’s work in all directions, but it’s not doom. Solomon recalled the optimism of Barack Obama, the great speeches he parlayed to the world, how they touched the soul of many, it certainly roused the hearts of many, some might say, there was a bit of the JFK moment in it, hope, meaningful change, not more of the same. Along comes the TV star, Donald, promising serious changes, his ways, his mistakes, his attitudes, conflict with Barack’s, but the message is the same, rehab, we are in rehab.

It’s not doom sighed Solomon, it’s soul searching time, and who wrote those stirring speeches, a Jesuit in the making, for Barack, and prayer groups for Donald. It’s not all doom, you just have to wash the dirty laundry, what bit is yours!

Fires in California,Migrants on the Move,Chaos in London,Rescue ship being seized in Italy….

Look at the screen Bob, the world is imploding before our very eyes, Bob shakes his head, it’s cold and wet, and they are standing outside looking in, outside a TV store, they’ve lost their way sometime back, both veterans of the Desert Wars, look what it’s done.

Are you looking forward to Christmas, she wants a smile from the kid, she is visiting a friend, if she gets a smile she’ll feel good as if she’s done something, wont you smile for me she says, all he see’s is her double chin and those thick lens glasses, what have you to smile about he thinks.

Bob and Jim walk to the shelter, it’s a mid week day, so there should be no trouble getting in, Jim is on about the end of the world, Bob wants a warm meal and a bed, doesn’t it concern you he says, passing another TV store, slowing to have a look, what are we going to do about it then!

A concert for the victims, the line of script runs across the screen, a hundred different stars have already signed up, Bob shakes his head, how many ever went to war, they give what they don’t need nothing more, hear about Cindy he asks, you mean the young mother with the three year old kid?

Chaos in Italy too Bob, they are after seizing that rescue ship, Jim frowns, what is that old fool talking of, Italy Bob, the one that was rescuing the drowning people and giving them the medical help, you mean they set up a veterans hospital in the med, what are our navy doing.

Shelters, causes, big concerts, zealots, poor Cindy was waiting in the shelter, imagine, with a child too, she goes out one day and this guy comes over, hands her a ticket, next thing she wins the lottery. A car pulls up at the kerb, Bob looks down, thinks it’s the police, there is a no loitering sign…

The window rolls down, what are you waiting for, It’s Cindy they smile… what about the shelter, the others…

Mexican Stand off’s, Berlin Walls, and Donald’s tweets….

Let us in, the emigrants roar, let us out the voice soars, where’s my candy shouts Donald, are they listening, who communicates in sound bytes, and thinks it’s communication, it’s the same as a cattle driver whipping up the sheep. So many strings being pulled, the markets in turmoil, insider information being used, just trying to fool us all. you can’t dress like that, what did you expect, if I go out like you, everyone will ignore me, catch 22, who is going to sort out this. Books, the wisdom within, and the pressure from social media, that fills your head, where will you get the space. By the time you figure it out, you’ll be in your seventies, meanwhile they will be all laughing at you, why did you bother.

Solomon sighed, where was simplicity, so many ways to get rich, it’s usually a case of using others, sometimes it’s talent and skill. There had been great events, Miracles, the unexplained happenings in the Sky, world leaders talking gibberish, just like one of those comic movies, who could believe it. Feed the thirsty, look after the aged and widows, care for children, don’t be greedy, and be kind to your neighbor and don’t judge, the wisdom of Love, do these things and God will be there too. Instead, ego’s chasing the headlines, sorrowful outpourings that will be non stories within a day, it’s a world going crazy sighed Solomon, in other places, not at home. The number of great wonders pointed out to great happenings in the Heavens, remain firm he sighed, it was all happening as said in the ancient texts, amen.