Father Girardey explains why it is necessary to pray for the grace of final perseverance. He writes: “The greatest saint on earth stands in absolute, need of prayer for his perseverance, because frequent, constant prayer is the indispensable means the just have to persevere in God’s grace and friendship. The crowning grace of perseverance cannot […]
The environment, the children, corruption, tyrants, the polar bears, just about everything, those who control our finances, those who curtail our freedom, those songs of protest, those wind bags who mouth off all the time, will they shut up, the noisy preachers, those that spread hate, the whole shebang, is this world ever going to change, not the fat around your waist, the hair loss, that’s a tanning opportunity, access to healthcare, civil rights, apartheid, no more long winded intellectual bullshit, no more reports, we heard them twenty years ago, no religious divisions, so you want a fast solution to the mess, well join the club, even the fish are having trouble breathing, while your children are going over your surfing history online, we never knew mom and dad were into that, yes, so you want a fast solution, you are seeking answers, there is no God, there is only poverty, there is nothing you can do, I hope you realize that the cure for all these ills and the solutions are already inside you, you just have to dump the thrash you gathered over the years, and the stuff that was bred into you. What does the greatest life coach do when the team is in trouble, well, you want to know, of course you do, you have friends, nephews, nieces, even children of your own maybe, and you want to make the planet a safer and happier place to dwell in, fairer, more equal. Well, so many complain about this, and they want answers, join the club.
The full bag of troubles, Solomon sighed. The solution came to him one night, and what a night it was. He was lying in bed, after having a chat with the Great God who had saved him, we need help, this can not be solved by human means, and you send the help, so he asked for help. Then the most extraordinary thing happened, the Spirit came into the bedroom and flew all around, just like that. And every day since he asked for help, it has arrived. So the moral of the story is simple. Go back to the time when Miracles were common day events, the early life of Jesus. By lifting the Spirit of light in side us, we bring those times back, it’s that simple, amen.
Flight of the doves, sweet flight no trace, no one can follow it, though some will try to imitate it, even buying the expertise, as if they could buy it, Spirit. How competing Spirits can be overcome by pride, what a waste, don’t they realise it, how many have tried to, own it. Human minds can’t possibly understand, the invisible nature of it, and why mere children are first to recognise it, an energy, that is not sullied, no adult anyway, unless blessed with it. Dependent on rules, the young are not under the threat of rules, they copy what is in front of them, and they succumb to it, the example they are shown, which become rules. My pleasure is the escape, the mind does not have to work, I can ignore it, the unpleasant experiences, sidelined, and to that pleasure I return, whenever I am troubled, refuge. In the ideal world it’s the safety of family, the comfort of a father or mother, in they I trust, what else they say is there. Occasionally, there are those nourished in a healthy Spiritual way, it’s not as common as many would wish, and when children wish to run, it’s always a sign of distress, there is great anxiety, why else. Solomon encountered such beings, wisdom beyond years, who are able to express it, the flight of the doves.
In the House of God, the story, The Pharisee, dressed in robes, praying he thinks, saying all the right words, going through the ritual words, as taught, assuming he is great, devout, word smart, and thus, better than the rest, disdainful of the habits of others, turning his nose up at the lowly ones, why do they bother he says with that stare, contempt for their lives and the habits they choose, how ungodly they are. He prays some more, mumbles the last few paragraphs, has a meeting to go to, an important one, a meeting with one of his own, a proper believer.
Solomon was reading the Parable of old, a lesson Jesus taught to his followers, the story is of the chaste man, and the weary sinner who repented and meant what he said, which one of them would be right in his Father’s eyes. The one who looked down on others, or the one who admitted his failings and tried to get up again. In the eyes of God every one of us is a sinner, there is no pretending about that, you only have to look around.
The pharisee is in the House of God, the weary man enters, sits away from him, does not feel worthy to be near the righteous pharisee, it’s as if he will contaminate him. He is down on his knees, tired, wants to amend his life, his heart is full of repentance. Solomon sighed, the parable is 2,100 years old, it’s a lesson in being humble in the eyes of God. Demons may fill you with false pride and others will convince you that you are great, we have all friends like that. Any, imagine the same words spoken today, those who are so devout they are disdainful of the rest of society, it happens, but it’s in conflict with the words of Jesus. Many are devout, they pray, they follow the teachings of Jesus, so they say, but the parable was written to warn them, being humble casts the net of understanding and love for all to see, not just your friends, amen.
“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.
The western town, the bar, the dancing girls, Vietnam the war, the rest and recreation, the Thai Women, the brothels set up during war times, the changing worlds, the long dress, the mini dress, the newspaper the tabloid, the magazine the picture house, the great artists, the desire for image, the need to fill the conscience, the beauty of a flower, the shake of a bee, the need to recreate, the smells and the expression, the blush on the face, the change of color, the sensations on the skin, so many life giving experiences, as made by a Great God, can you explain a butterfly yet, the lewdness of the roman rulers, the abuse of the believers, the savage nature, the control of others, then the freedom that Jesus prayed.
Deeds are who you are, it never was about the human body, just respect it, and intimacy, it’s great and wonderful when in love. Have we forgot, the making of love, is it the need to fill a vacuum, or a fix, something your addicted to. He heard it explained by a friend of his: she was speaking about her husband, he’s like an addict till he gets it. Solomon sighed, when Spirits melt into one, magic happens, and space for a new spirit is created, from the love created. Many had a weird way in their heads, and how Spirit is created, and how Spirit is passed on. Bees prefer the wild flowers, organic, so does mother nature, the minder of our Environment. And Religions and some preachers got too excited when they saw their own followers reacting with intense interest to their church’s teachings on intimacy, the sexual conversations the followers heard, possibly the only ones of that sort they ever heard. Well, having children between couples was considered normal once and an activity you engaged in, and one you are supposed to enjoy, your fitted out for it. isn’t the butterfly, and every species supposed to dance and thrill the other half of the species. There was a lot that needed to be simplified. The amount of mental sickness and harm passed on by some religious teachings, needed to be monitored quickly, and revised, amen.