Man Woman Love God

The old man read the report, the old guard, loyal but out of touch, he read the words again, Luigi, bring me a brandy, make it a double, are you sure Father, the old man nods, who needs to read this stuff, he throws the paper on the table, grabs the brandy, his young assistant smiles, he didn’t think the old man could move so fast, like a spider about to zap a fly. Man and Woman he cried, what have they got to do with love, it was my creation from the beginning, what do they know. He holds out the brandy glass, Waterford crystal of the old days, heavy lead, not that brittle stuff they call crystal these days.

Men of God, the old man sighed, what had women and men to do with it anyway, they are just instruments, all of them, mere instruments, so they live in harmony when they are good to each other, who in the Holy Name doesn’t know that. In another corner of Rome, two other men sit in front of a roaring fire, sipping old wine. There will be no women in the brotherhood Jack, not after that book you wrote. The Young Cardinal smiles, they are two men tied to an ancient past, but who failed to understand, that God was the Love inside them. They plan on seizing control of the world.

It could be worse, say a big pharmaceutical

research company owning say, an old folks home…well…

Isiah The Great Prophet…

Isaiah the Prophet

Who was this prophet, who was he, Solomon was wondering what was known about Isaiah, apart from the power of his prayers, they got heard too, amen. What would Isaiah pray if he wanted the demon thrown into the abyss, what would he pray, how would he put chains on the demon. If he had lived in the time of Jesus, well he did, in that his words are still alive to this day in time, but how would he “frame” his request. He’d find a place where there was peace and nature side by side supposed Solomon, sit on it and think it through probably, the way Solomon often did, being in nature, you are in the borderless world, no one can claim the skies, no one can lay claim to the clouds either, or the oceans. Solomon had time to spend and he wasn’t going to waste a moment, and it was wise to add to his growing collection of petitions, there were those too weary to pray, and how many others voiceless, he was the Spiritual vacuum filler, ask wisdom, ask the others gone up, to help with the suggestion, as it had to be divine.

Solomon’s request….

Dear Isaiah, old friend, you have been to heaven, my request is a simple one, a good prayer is called for, the demons are on the run and they need to be finished off, amen. I need your advice, the religious fraternity are as always, stubborn to the point of stupidity, nothing new in that dear friend, and in the face of divine intervention too, so I can’t expect them to be helpful, and I have the news that many need to hear also, which they are supposed to be making clear to others of all faiths, of God Most High’s great providence and mercy, so, in a nutshell, apart from thanking our Great God, I have need for a new prayer. Amen.

That ought to work wondered Solomon, would certainly get heard, being made for all the right reasons.

Words made it happen, and it was a tablet he was using, the modern version, the electronic news board, where all could see, especially those in his circle of trust.

Where Did the Spirit Go…???

There is no booze in the cabinet, the shops are closed, the head aches, and I need a re fill. Honey he shouts, where did the Spirits go. She never listens, she is fumbling with the dirty dishes in the kitchen, they never listen, she has a thousand things to do. Being a Mother, her work is never over, her mind is always immersed, like her hands that moment in the soapy water. She continues to work away, the radio hums a tune she knows well, it’s an old one, was it the first time or was it the second time, she is trying to link the tune to the birth of her children, they are in their twenties now, anyway, it puts a smile on her face.

Where did the Spirits go, she hears his footsteps coming near. She hid the booze after he drowned the first bottle so easily. Some brain cells are better than none. Where did the Spirit go.  Every mother knows, she only has to look at her child to see if baby is okay, doesn’t need to interrogate or question, real love does that naturally. The leaves begin to droop, the tree is ill, the birds disappear, the environment is not that well.

Solomon asked himself the question regularly, where did the Spirit go, the one that came from Heaven. After Christmas, the work begins, after the marriage, the real love begins. It’s a climb, till you find the plateau. Reading old scripture, the words of Jesus, the words of all the Prophets,, it’s always pointed, towards, the well being of Spirit, not the control of those, under the guidance of those, of the organisations, that enacted so many rules, they almost drowned the Spirit, but not quite…..

Well, what are we without the Spirit, usually very poorly.

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.

Write or Listen

The anxious writer is frustrated, like a junkie seeking the hit, the dealer is late, and he is getting upset as hell. He moans in front on the machine, darn, where is my inspiration, the stuff sends him into another dimension; allows a fertile imagination to go places, some light, mostly dark, where is the dealer, his nerves are at him, in frustration he thumps the table, I need my fix, shit, I will get a new supplier, frustration, he teeth chatter, he is feeling the withdrawal, he has to produce some words, he is a writer after all. Where do you go, he refuses to put words on the page, he is waiting, words, me, me, me.

To listen these days sighed Solomon, is so rare. So many want the attention, can they ever listen, the big man with the power, a junkie for attention, demands, takes what he wants, and worse than that, expects to get away with it. Where is this humility these believers are supposed to have, it is written in the books of old, a little respect. The husband who bosses the wife, sits, where is my meal, darn good cook though.

Write or listen, Solomon smiled, he heard a voice call out the Holy Name, he was heading home, to his temp abode, he laughed inside, the words of old were on many lips, and people were listening. To imagine, a gathering of folks, all sorts, listening to the prophets, wondering what Jesus was going to do next, while all Jesus did through his life, was encourage the kingdom of God, on earth. Listening is good too.

The junkie writer gets the hit, he launches into words, that will impress them he thinks. Jesus, just told the truth, amen.

Another Investigation

How many lawyers do you need to carry out one investigation; Well, you need a lawyer to agree what they are going to get paid, another to ensure they get paid, another lawyer in case there is a dispute about fees, another lawyer to oversee that the lawyers are actually acting legally, and lots of coffee machines, so all the lawyers have enough caffeine in them, to keep them awake, Oh, I forgot, you need a lawyer to proof read everything, and a lawyer to set a timetable for the completion of the investigation. Yes, it requires a lot of lawyers to conduct a reasonable investigation, as for the investigation itself, well, lets hope there will be a second investigation in order to prove that the first investigation was conducted correctly, we don’t want to have any doubts, do we.

Solomon sighed, Jesus said it simple all those years ago; The Kingdom of God is inside you, it’s a question of creating the space, no lawyers required to explain that.

Water

it’s the same as the air, it tastes the same to all, and without it, we can’t survive. Solomon was building the pillars of solidarity between all the main religions and the outsiders who had enough of it all, and had lost patience, water sighed Solomon, is that not a cause that involves us all. Imagine, the Great God of heaven who lifted Solomon from the iron threads that once trapped his body, was the same God they all worshiped, or so they claimed. Imagine it, back in the old days, along comes the spider, well, the news that makes all other news irrelevant; put away what separate’s you, focus on what you have in common. You want your children to grow up with a healthy frame of mind, you don’t want them adopting your petty bias’s, leave your frustrations to yourself, there is no point in infecting others, extremists do that, surely you don’t want to be considered that, an extremist. Water, we can’t exist without it, neither can we live in a healthy world, that does not give credit to the Holy Architect.

The news was great; the Spirit was flowing, and many were gaining a new understanding of their lives, and what their roles were. Life is a movie, we all play our part.