Is that enough!

Advice, all he heard was advice, advice, from his teachers, from his parents, just about everyone, wanted to give him advice. His parents, who argued daily, advising him, teachers who wanted to see the back of him, advising him, as if he hadn’t enough, he was getting more advice, advice on what to do, advice on how to escape, his upbringing. Had enough, he had enough, the doctor wants to put me on medication, medication, for what, for being honest. The day he tried to throw his father off the balcony, he meant it, he had enough.

Ten years later he waits for the therapist, his fourth in six months, for more advice. Waiting he picks up a magazine, the good parent guide book, he looks at it, dismiss’s it, ten years too late. His young years were lost, his parents being hippies, didn’t approve of Christmas. Imagine it, they smiling at him, their friends, discussing the great philosophers, the wisdom of old, the way Rousseau wanted children to have real life experience when young, like visiting prisons, hospitals, these things they could discuss, as for Christmas, it was a capitalist plot to relieve you of your money. That was the argument they used, we are different, we are not like the other lot. Saved them from giving up the booze or rearing us. Perhaps Rousseau might be impressed with the real education we endured. I just want to enjoy Christmas like all the other children, is that enough?.

Solomon sighed, why couldn’t all the religious tribes enjoy the season, and put the interests of their children’s future first. Allowing them to make friends was the start, is that enough.

If you take four of these a day, they should begin to affect you in about a week, if you feel squeamish that is normal, if you get sick i wouldn’t worry, but if it continues for a day or more, come see me. Same time next week smiles the doctor, I have had enough, amen.

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I Need Attention

Did you hear, She tells them she needs help, it’s only a call for attention, did you not hear, I was needing your attention, whatever attention was or the intention of the attention, what was it for, did you need me to listen, did you want my attention, is that it? The lengths some people go to be heard, just to get your attention, catch your thinking, wanting you to think about them, seeking your attention.

Solomon sighed, the online world was over coming most forms of instant communications, it was simply faster. A friend nudges him, you would not believe what you’d find on the internet, you wouldn’t believe it, the eyes widen, as if the stuff you wouldn’t want to believe was real after all, even though you wouldn’t want to believe it, do you get me, have i got your attention. Solomon shook his head, the only attention you want is on the book of the living, and getting into that needs your attention.

The Celebrity Disease

You mean it’s a medical condition, she shakes her head, she stands before the mirror, the curvature of her rear is on her mind, liposuction or implants, she wants to be round, well, if the eyes of the nation are on her, it’s the rear they will see most of. She ignores the words coming from her friend, you are old fashioned, besides you are old as well, she continues with the performance before the mirror, am i too flabby in this she asks, while she holds up a pair of leather trousers, fake leather trousers, nothing about her is real. A day later her life is in tears, her celebrity is no longer a celebrity, she will have to find another one.

Solomon was talking with a friend, the topic was imitation, and by extension, example. What is going on in all those minds, there is nothing original left it seems, they copy cat. Solomon was listening, he heard much talk about it, the way children imitate what they are exposed to. His mind was focused, the signs from above pointed to divine intervention, the numbers too, the warnings from above. Celebrity was not what it was supposed to be, it was a trick, the same as exposure to nuclear weapons, once it got into your head, it was all you could think of. With the world producing less and less numbers of healthy children, it ought to be on the minds of the learned and wise, wherever they were hiding.

The Great Flood

What’s great about a flood, every ancient and not so ancient generation, have experienced one, Solomon was being vague. You speak in riddles some say, he sighs, sometimes it easier than saying it straight, it’s less offensive for starters, but talk of floods, he experienced a few himself, and learned. The talk across the world was of the sexual disease that seemed to attack almost anyone with a semblance of power. A new story, another victim, another story, another and than another, to a point when it is all they can think of, sexual crimes. The last thing the world needed to hear, another victim, another big name hits the dirt, the press is foaming at the mouth, in newsrooms they glance at each other, what about bob, what about john, what about the 300,000,000 under tens with access to the adult web, the real flood they all ignored. It was simple math, the Spirit is a living heart, real living heart, and the young hearts carry the hope, they have soul, meanwhile, while the adults rage and tell their stories, this flood is ignored, as if it wasn’t happening. It is easy get distracted, and human nature was forgetful. 50 million die in the last great war, all of them victims, a flood of evil forgotten.

The demon and his ilk were glad to have the focus on the current imbalance, while the real flood continued unabated, as if there was nothing the could do about it. Solomon sighs, he wrote is a long time before, the simplest of solutions. Then a friend shows him the dark web as it it called, a zone off the main internet alley, where security allows anything to be traded, and it’s all legal, someone was fooling an awful lot of people. Say the prayer he sighed, it usually worked to halt the evil threat.

Rewarding Hate

The details are gross, the readers are in the millions, the details are worse than a bad day in a slaughter house. Fixated the readers are spell bound, did they really do that, the small details thrill the most, the writer gets an award for encouraging hate. Solomon recalled the times, when there were elders, wise men in every community, wise women too, (do i here the sexist complaint). In times of distress, the wise elders were the first source of comfort. The matter is discussed, the complainants make their case, the well being of the community comes first, ears do not need to hear the details. Why fill the heads with all sorts of strange thoughts, same reason they used to try and shield young children and others from pornography, it wasn’t deemed good for a healthy society. Are you joking they say in their heads, this stuff is ancient, get to the modern world dude, wake up, what’s wrong with rewarding hate.

The bias we pass on, the activities we encourage by giving them Ink, the ideas we plant into the head, same as the daft environmentalists, when the river is poisoned they suddenly decide to act.  Solomon prayed for revelation, and help from the world above. He encountered Holy Spirit, encountered the enemies to love as well, there was a need for a worthwhile prayer, a basic set of words that would help all

that was good, so he thought about it for awhile. One thought could turn those who deceive and those who encourage evil into babbling fools, a good idea, imagine if it works. everyday since he listened, the real intentions of many are made known, and it is growing, so much for those who reward hate.

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The Great Healing

Solomon was remarking on the world of old, how the early generations, in particular the early Jewish ones, won the approval of God. The temples exist the monuments still stand in certain places, the story is not controversial, it’s just that believing comes with a price, a sacrifice if you want. Anyway, everyone gets excited, there is a man who heals people, you just have to go see him, seriously. The men in charge abuse their standing, not all of them but some, they see it as a profession, they organize it, they create an organisation. The early Spiritual power they were endowed with in accordance with their beliefs begins to weaken, till it fails all together. This is not working out, the nearness of heaven is in doubt in the minds of the ordinary, our leaders only reward their friends and those who will do them favors. Along comes Jesus to restore the Spirit, he is given the Holy Spirit, the power of the Father. He can heal, there is power in Him. He goes to his home area, those that know of him don’t believe in Him, as a result, they can’t be healed, amen, he does not feel any love.

How hard is it to have faith, when you live among people who adore the material, worship it, how can The Spiritual blessing work?. Solomon saw storms ease, he wondered this, if only they had the faith to believe, then they could heal the world.