Rhythm and News, take a break, listen to music, be prepared to relax..

The affirmation of old scripture is a great comfort in all truth, affirms what was said so long ago, holds true, can’t be doubted, gives greater meaning to the eternal promise, and the other stuff, in a nutshell you are not alone, so don’t feel lonely.

Jesus didn’t do piety, he did truth, was affronted by those who claimed piety and thought they were better than others, recoiled at them, in fact, no Spirit could live with that, same as a father who imposes rather than allows dialogue, the bully factor as some would call it, no time for it. yes, and time proves this to be true, so many voices silenced, in all sorts of ways, bribes, flattery, and the other ways, no one wants to hear about ,enough said about that.

Time for a music break, sometimes you have to close the eyes and simply relax, without having to pay for it.

 

Something to learn from, not that tactics are not used, an ongoing thing, getting to the belly of the matter, we all understand that bit, there is no confusion there, the state of the environment,  sack the planners as they say, the news is full of it, there are plenty of remote Islands for them, let them toy with ignorance out of harms way, did we mention, many red faces there, words to inspire us with, but being Tuesday, it’s a good start.

A reflection of sorts, the ongoing assault going on in places, those that came before us would cringe at, and would simply not believe, they would in fact not have been able to consider it, but in the very modern world and the emphasis on all things networked, who has time for anything else. Very few indeed, amen, as for those who were fooled into believing they were doing good, many events and places come to mind, maybe they were pawns, just being used, not so unusual, well, the promise of success is a great drug.

So what it if offends God, hasn’t been about, what is there to worry for, then they see the light, oops…. How will you explain that, stuck for words I imagine, never stuck when you were seeking what you wanted, the other way around, can’t put a sentence together, what’s surprising about that, after all, there is God Most High, the unplanned, we didn’t put that into our calculations, the extremists are beginning to realize this, smile, this is a great news story, brilliant, actually, so real, it leaves you awe struck most days, but you have to remain grounded, if you know what I mean.

No one laughs as they used to, the old full belly buster, it’s easy to see a few of those coming, now that all that withheld tension can be released, imagine it, a symphony of good feelings,  the righteous win the day, just as it’s supposed to be, amen.

 

 

You’d hardly expect to be misled in the circumstance would you!

 

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Amo Tends to excite, and dreams can be used to unite…

Amo, what does the word mean, it’s small, it’s Latin, it’s Greek, the old man is trying to explain the importance of a name. Where do these names come from, why are you called John, Jack, James, something to do with your past, suppose it has something to do with your roots, maybe it’s the message of Jesus, the stuff you pass on, maybe names are both a blessing, a warning, maybe a reminder, the habits you don’t want to pass on. The old man sits in the bed, he is trying to pass on wisdom, the hours are getting less and his time has come, there is much he wants to say, but they seem to put thoughts in cages and then they forget, the moans in their faces, he wants to shout, shake them up, this is only passing time, and there is something greater waiting for you, depends on your heart and the state of your soul. No amount of money can do this for you, it involves personal reflection, and that is sometimes difficult. Perhaps others make mistakes to help us along, in case we think we ever get it right.

 

The desperation he feels, they are going to mourn me soon don’t they realize it will be the other way around, what a surprise awaits them. He flashes the eyes, gets their attention, the lack of faith of those who claim to possess it, so darn frustrating, little wonder Jesus gave out to the apostles, they acted as if they were in charge, did they listen at all.

 

Amo, the first word in the L

atin dictionary, Love, wow, we got it they sigh.

A Little Love Goes a Long way…

She holds her heart, hasn’t opened it in years, the memories comeback, the fear, was it something she experienced as a girl, did the heart get wiped out too often, does she bypass it. The boy is young smart and clever, has great dreams, has experienced estacy, the thrill of the inside, that nothing but confidence can give, I did that, it was me, he grows in stature, he is becoming a man. She runs in the door, the news, she can’t believe it, the news is shattering, so good too, why did it happen to me, it is the tsunami moment, everything she holds dear has been washed away, why me. How life can twist in a single moment, the glimpse of love, and how you can’t resist, the moments that make life worth remembering, a little goes a long way as they say.

Solomon sighed, his heart was full of the thrill, amazing things were happening, not that he had much to do with it, The Spirit that was given to him, and what it has inspired in him, a gift that is truly divine. He watches the flowers pass down the street, there is a feeling of spring, new life, so many hearts were opening, something great is happening. Why be surprised he sighed, in the past, so many cultures reported the same thing, after a disaster or seeming disaster, someone wise comes along. Yes, it was just as Jesus has said, the helper always arrives, just open your heart, and let the light in, it’s that simple, amen.

Don’t give up, you never know who is beside you, any given day!

 

Refugee

Hurry, pack your things, she rushes around the room, there is a window of opportunity, the boat leaves in half an hour, quick Ahmad, what about my football, I will buy you a new one, hurry, she is desperate to get out of the place, a  chance in a lifetime, hopefully, her sister is after saving her, a friend in Paris is after getting her a seat with one of the traffickers, the boat leaves Tripoli in half an hour. Passports, in the trunk, she digs around, there is so much she will have to leave behind, Ahmad looks as his mother, she is in a panic, is there something wrong, his face is covered in a frown, and despair, where are we going, she has him by the hand, you didn’t look the door, she pulls him along, what about my friends, you will have new ones, hurry, it’s a ten minute walk to the beach, be there at nine they won’t wait, her sister knows the people in Paris, this is not a scheduled flight from New York or London, no family holiday, this is the exodus, no time for ceremony or bread making, there is no time, hurry Ahmad, she pulls him along.

the Harbour comes into view, her breathing eases, she pauses, looks around, her walk slower, and you will have a game boy too, his little eyes light up, really, her smile widens, yes, so be good. He dreams the next few steps, he will have his own team, up to now he has to use his friends, I am going to become a man. There is a group on the boarded quay, there is the hum of the engines, a voice shouts from somewhere, hurry up, we have to leave now.

I’m alma De salma, the boarding clerk checks the register, last minute he says, gives her a smile, you have friends, she smiles. The remaining passengers are loaded, an open boat, forty foot, the waters are calm, they will transfer to a bigger boat when out to sea. The engines throb, the boat moves. Ahmad, his first time on a boat, he holds her hands tight. There is silence aboard, they are all taking a great risk, caught, they face detention even worse, to do nothing at all, a life of slavery and death.  Open her up, there is a roar of the engines, the boat is moving fast, the breeze is catching, everyone silent, refugees, hoping for a better life.

The wall has to be built, how else can we keep them out, the head of the company, a white supremacist raises his glass, a toast he says, to the President, long may he live. The dream of authority over all of the earth is getting closer with each waking hour, for the great bread maker. Billions are at stake, the money that can change nations, this is the risk of failure, and the President agrees, we can’t continue with this stream of refugees, they have turned parts of the states into unknown zones, some don’t even speak English, what type of America is this.

The boat is three miles out, there is a light, it is getting brighter, the sister ship is waiting. There is a sigh, the man checking the register, gives out instructions, he tells them what is to happen, does not want them to do anything sudden, doesn’t want them to rock the boat. he pats Ah

mad on the head as he passes, the boy smiles, feels like a pirate in a johnny depp movie. Because we believe he sighs, talking to himself, and they call us traffickers and those who trade in misery, the ivory towers, and those who live in them, what do they know, all they ever do is make bread….

Children of a Lesser God…

Not the movie, great as it is, an old movie and probably more than worthy of a remake, whatever, no no no, the feelings inside so many, they ravage the rubbish dumps, walking on everyday bacteria, just to feed themselves, no, not by choice, because that’s the way it is, same as those toxic ships, that sail far far away, carrying first world thrash that is so dangerous, they fear dumping it anywhere near them, so they travel to those places, where tyranny and dictators live, before opening the hold, and dropping their cargo, into the once fertile sea, that provided life to so many, a sea with no boundaries no matter where you live. The children get sick, the mothers decide to move, they make treacherous journeys, some by sea some by land, where they face even more starker dangers, little wonder so many feel like Children of a Lesser God. Yes, the cry for mercy is loud, and the voices are being heard, and there are many changes afoot, it’s having the divine effect, opening the hearts of the righteous further, and sending fear into the minds of those who cause great harm, cause we are not children of a lesser God.

Solomon sighed, why bother chasing ambulances when you can write change instead. Inside us, there is this power he sighed, you just have to believe, amen.

Let it Flow…

In company, not calm, seeking attention, stealing from yours, the well being of Spirit, and the efforts some make to interfere, mine, that damned word that is a killer, it’s no longer yours, how does it make you feel when you hear those words, could be a love you considered yours, well, the heart is punched with holes, same as the surface of the moon, it gets tough, don’t put your trust in Love, the hassle it causes, and the way you feel afterwards, damn those who try to interfere with the flow. Solomon sighed, he hoped people realized, gifts of the Spirit are for passing on, not hoarding, where did that habit come from, mine, my baby, my idea, my, oh my, mine, what a bummer of a word, all the grievance it causes.

Solomon was living in the same chaotic world, and the same challenges faced us all, there was the material Kings and the Spiritual guides, and there is a gulf between them, one reaches to the heavens, (Solomon has proof of this, pray wisely and include as many as you can, it works, when love soaked,), and there are those who want their way regardless, they assume everyone can be bought, and those who rely on Faith alone, the Spiritual, what a waste. When the flow is allowed, and allowed is the word, the amount of times he encountered those who would willingly in the face of divine intervention try to curb the instinct, surprising, when the flow is allowed to run freely, magic happens, same as words that come from a writer, the harmony that runs from a soul, the creativity of a child, there are hordes of examples, what happens when the kings of the material get their hands on it, they try to channel it, and it rolls on and usually dies, the original flow lost, or the reason for it’s being. What was that song, the words, the music, Eric Clapton, wisdom in song and rhythm, I’ll tag it to the blog he sighed, and help that flow along, amen.

Open Your Heart

Are you listening, are you too absorbed in yourself to hear, is all you hear your own voice, do you wonder when you read the headlines, can you feel the pain that is felt. When you pass a stranger on the street do you nod, acknowledge, do you carry on down the street, have you forgot the  man begging on the street, when is the last time you opened your heart, have you joined one of those perpetual complaint groups, do you smile a snide smile when you see those above you fall, do you take pleasure in the harm others suffer, are you listening. When was the last time you did something off the cuff that was just good, have you practised all those great sentiments you tell others about, or do you hum inside when they listen to your voice, are you a complete airhead, all noise and no substance, well, when did you last open your heart.

I was hurt he said, he was a bastard she said, recriminations,

so I joined a help group instead, and made a career out of it, when you could have opened your heart and did what Jesus did, forgive, even went to the cross to get the point out, don’t bring the baggage with you, it will drown you.

Solomon smiled, the fingers were ripping across the keyboards, well they always did, he didn’t have to make it up, just let your spirit do the talking and watch the magic emerge. Open your heart, there are so many blessings waiting to be poured out, don’t fill yourself with resentment and hatred, we don’t all eat meat, and sushi is interesting, porridge too. We are all made to be different, same as those flowers, and the birds, wake up, amen. He encountered the Great Spirit, the seal of the divine, it is there, you need to clean up the inside and learn to forgive, amen. Open your heart. If another does you harm, relax, God settles all accounts, and with all the outpouring of Spirit, there are many quaking in their boots, believe me, amen, smile, this is just the beginning.