The Voyagers

In Heaven they scratch their heads, when will they join the dots, human beings, they complicate everything, the angels’ sigh, there is always one who manages to beat the confusion, the mind of the human and their material addictions, when will they learn. Back to the drawing board, they send another Spirit along, fused with the wisdom learned, well, each returning soul carries it’s abundance of knowledge and wisdom learned, then it’s sent back to the front, and given to the next chosen soul, each one a brick or a step, depending on how you see it, a journey they are trying to make or a wall they are trying to get over. Meanwhile….

The old soul lies in the ageing body, it’s full of experience, another, a newborn will be getting it, then the journey will begin again, this time a little smarter than the first, each lifetime, hopefully, supplying the necessary souls, that are reinvested into each generation. Sometimes, there is a wait, as the old soul has communication rights, on account of the life, lived, the good habits acquired, if they are in short supply, it sometimes has to go on a little bit longer.

Solomon sighed, the old guy was still able to smile, the width of the smile and the wide-open eyes, you know there is nothing the almighty can’t do he sighed

, nothing is impossible, the old man smile widens, and you can ask for other stuff says Solomon to him, meaning, no cause was a lost one, that’s just fear, that’s what all the demons say, there is nothing you can do about it, so give up old man, Solomon saw so many turnovers, circles, what Jesus spoke of, stuff the priests and religious could only read about, he experienced personally,  so much for, there is nothing you can do about it brigade. As for being voyagers, they spent most of their lives taking advantage of others, and as sure as sure is, they never saw life as a voyage in the first place, well, they were never true believers, amen.

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Never Empty

And always wanting more, he said, she was young, boyfriend troubles, she was a learner, getting used to being on the rack, being part of the human race, what is love she wondered, her heart empty, feeling despair, the void inside her, a volcano waiting to explode, how do you cope. He orders her a second coffee, the story teller in him finds everyone interesting, he wasn’t altruistic, there was too much pomp in that, and there were those who never shut up, who got more of a thrill, telling others of their great works, how many ears do you have, a headache more likely. How do you know it’s love she says, stirring her coffee, two sugars, he could only cringe, diabetes having got the better of him, sugar was a rare treat, as was the condition of his heart, those were the days.

“it’s like this, you are empty but you are always full, and it leaves you wanting more”

She smiles, “he was a jerk anyway, when he left to go any place, he left me feeling fear”

She bounces off the chair, leaves him with the bill, see you she says. carelessly she rambles down the street, a rhythm in her step, I got it she smiles.

The Gasping Fish

Johnny trout is gasping, he is finding it hard to breath, another ton of garbage slides off the trawler, big chunk of toxic waste, boy the neighborhood has changed. Yo bro, his cousin calls him over, what is wrong with you, i can’t breath, his cousin sighs, when did you notice it, it has been going this way for years, light weight, what a cod!

Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, remind them Dear Father, they have to do a clean up, and the children are over stressed to, they can’t cope and they hide their ways, the others, wonder if they get away with it, remind them Please, before they turn the oceans to waste.  Solomon sighed, that will get their minds moving, his prayers being heard that’s all, the day of the excuse was finally over.

The Vulnerable and the Venerable

We have a system for that, next question please, yes, we have a system for that, next question, i already answered that question, anymore questions, the venerable speaker is reassuring the audience, the world wide audience, that all is being done to end the exploitation of women and children around the world. The appearance of a strange object in the sky has sharpened his enthusiasm, it’s been deemed to be an object from another world, there is talk of it being from a heavenly world, God perhaps!. Images of Moses in the desert are being awakened in the hearts of many, the french exodus from Paris at the beginning of the second great war is being cited as a warning, of the great exodus too, in downtown Manhattan they are dropping champagne cocktails as if it’s the end of days, traders mainly, who spent their entire lives devoted to money and the exploitation of anyone willing to listen to them. The numbers are repeating says an old priest, even the trumpet is sounding; Donald Trump is live on the TV screens in times square, reassuring the world, there is space for everyone in trump tower.

Far away, in a small office, a street smart marketer is going over the numbers, the data as he calls it; there are more single women than ever with access to wealth, who are lonely. A psychologist points out the potential within this data group. Because they are vulnerable, well everyone seeking love in the current climate is vulnerable, well, these ladies have cash, and this loving person is pointing out ways to relieve them of their cash, albeit legally. The other lonely’s don’t matter, they have nothing to give, the usual sex route has been cooked drawn and quartered as they say. Well charlie, how do we empty those cashmere pockets Sydney?.

Why not set up women friendly gambling websites, color them nice, those chicks love make-up, add a few free spins, get them hooked or regular users, and bobs your uncle, watch the cash flow in. Charlie you are a genius. The trade grows, the cash is blown, the universal needs that are not satisfied have to find an outlet, exploitation or exploration, is there really any difference.

Solomon sighed, is there a law against such behaviour, he shook his head, it’s totally legal on this planet. He is sitting in a restaurant in times square, the Donald is over his shoulder on the big screen, imagine it, the cost of a suite in trump tower has been halved on account of the alien intervention, that isn’t bad i suppose. A waitress approaches his table, Solomon’s, can’t smoke sir, she points to the sign, and it’s punishable by a term in detention and a five thousand dollar fine, he puts the cigarettes back in his pocket. Just yesterday he sighs, he was watching a movie from the past, in every scene the main actors was smoking away, for all to see, exploiting the young, as if it mattered then. How a few years change everything, the vulnerable and the venerable, nice name for a movie. He thought for a moment, if you go out of your way to exploit others knowingly, is that theft or business he wondered. he looked up at the sky, no way!. that’s the cloud i say before, amen.