The Beauty of Divorce

it’s my third marriage actually, gosh, i was only married twice, must have cost you a packet she asks, it’s a late night bar, they are both having an off night. why do think i’m still touring, he offers, paying two families and having your own to support puts a strain on the finances you know. She smiles, is impressed, a celebrity is talking it straight, is doing the circuit to stay afloat. The following morning they leave the overnight motel, he gives her tickets for his next gig, complementary he smiles as he tips her cheek.

Well, the lawyer got fed, not that we need so many of them, the two families get support, man fathers don’t bother, the extra homes that needed to be built to accommodate the break up, counselors

got a new set of clients, and more consumers came on stream, great for business, the only beauty of divorce, good for the economy, amen.

It’s Impossible

The power of reality TV, media exposure, and the media circus around it, what are they feeding the children mentally he wondered, did they not realize nourishment for the Spirit within was paramount to having a caring society, easier to dull them momentarily. Solomon was reflecting on the culture diet so many young forming minds were forced to ingest, and wondered what the consequence of it would be.

There were those who commented on the regimes that were not like theirs, while ignoring what was going in their own homes, dis-tractors as he called them, shining their opinions on far away places while comfortably ignoring their own back yard. He’d encountered such diversions before, as the “network” ate it’s way through the hearts of many nations, consuming all that was good, and leaving behind desolate states, the way a drug plague laid siege to many towns and villages, obvious to all with eyes that could see.

He had encountered the Holy Spirit, the real one, and saw the calls for reform, and the calls repeated, evidenced in so many shocks, they were everywhere. When he turned on the radio, he was wondering if he was listening to Ezra, the Holy Prophet, who was told by an angel of God, of some of the signs of the great change, the trumpet will sound and there will be chaos in many places, it was just one of many. He’d seen the books open in the sky, had a picture of it.

2,500 years later, and on the eve of his own great escape, he had seen many great impossibilities happen, and wasn’t surprised, he had a feeling for the last ten years, that the world was being judged. To be alive to witness it all, twenty seven years after his own deliverance, who would believe it, it seemed impossible. Then again, people were praying for miracles, and those of faith were being delivered, against all odds.

World War two?

transports to the death camps,

far more that death trains,

far bigger than anti-Semitism,

far greater than you could imagine,

the penny dropped for Solomon,

he saw the biblical references,

years before,

the transports represented,

the direction of humanity,

wasn’t a Jewish issue,

though they suffered greatly,

was the ultimate warning,

to a world gone wrong,

amen.

A thousand anti war movies wasn’t the issue, the death of humanity was at the core of it. Solomon had a dream, he was a character in a real love story, and dreamed and slept sweetly, despite the angst his brothers and sisters were feeling, as his mother fought for her life, she wasn’t going out of business, her spirit would never die, like her Father before her. But the wisdom that flowed answered all the issues. The death of humanity was presented to him on a plate. Society treated everyone as simple cargo, were you worth something or not. His eyes were teary he being very human, but the revelation confirmed what he’d always believed, it was all about dehumanizing society. God Most High was rooted in his spirit, the same one that his mother and grandfather filled him with, no one else no other, he was 100% sure and he knew it.  regardless of the depth of his worries, not that he was worried, when his mother passed whenever the day God chose, one of the finest souls of the generation, would pass from the earth, and it wasn’t cargo, it was gilt pure and so very loving, the quality that the world was missing. If …had they any heart, trying to change his Spirit into one like their’s, not in his lifetime he sighed, never, amen.

my mother passed away two hours after I wrote this, after a long well lived love filled experience, and to Heaven she is heading, of that i have absolutelyche2IMG_5757ghandhi no doubt. but when there was need anywhere, like her Father before her, a man of the Spirit, she was first to help, and it was a legacy that has bore fruit everywhere, the real mc coy as they say.

and she approved of marijuana too!

amen

samaritan

Samaritan

 

Wasn’t Christian, wasn’t Jewish, wasn’t one of us, was an example used by Jesus, I wonder why no one gets it, is there so much ego in the world, do you all want to be the boss, have you not got enough control, does it upset you if you loose it, are you the type who enforces the rules, do you enjoy seeing reputations ripped apart, are you always comparing, do you feel closer to God because of your religious beliefs, isn’t that a form of judgement in all reality, yes, no religious offering comes out of the global mess covered in roses, it’s why we had the Samaritan story, the stranger who came to the aid of the local, it’s not what label you wear, be it Sunday, Friday, Saturday, it’s not how you eat your food, it’s not what you eat, that’s all custom passed on, how you love is what it’s all about, and that’s who you are, it’s inscribed on your soul, the soul that only God’s Holy Spirit can read, and in order to help us bury our prejudices, God in his wisdom gave us the example of the stranger with the heart, and pointed out explicitly, that that was behavior befitting his children, so go away with your customs and practices, they don’t mean an iota if you don’t have the heart of the Good Samaritan, amen…People of God do not pass on hatred or resentment to anyone, and they never pollute children with hatred of others, they treat men and woman as equals, they give mothers the upper echelon, amen.

Story of Christmas – part three

God exists, and we are living in a time of Babylonian expectations, science has yet to accept this, even though, it has yet to create a new seed, it never produced a new one without using reference to an original creation. This can be proved, but we don’t have time for such petty differences. The picture of the man in the sky  should be a call for global change. Muslim, Christian, or whatever, we are all on this path, love is the foundation of all our lives, and God is Love. Hopefully by the time you get to the end of my rambling thoughts, you will want to improve the way you love, thus allowing for a better future for every single one of us. Wouldn’t it be nice if we all got on, and rose above the bigotry that divides us, bigotry that is manufactured for us by the various spin doctors and propagandists throughout the universe, active daily. Imagine what would have happened in Germany in 1939 had the propaganda artists and munitions manufacturers not been able to influence public opinion, 50 million dead six years later. Lest you imagine that what I say is complete gibberish, pause a moment and imagine the secret groups actively planning war in the middle east and elsewhere and the consequences for the rest of us and the shady corporations who support them financially because money is their religion, not love. Recently, we have had a stay, where wise men and women, through meeting and discovery of each others situation, potentially avoided a nuclear war. We also have a list of miraculous events, weather changes, economic changes, social changes, and even, the appointment of a Pope from the most unlikely of places, and his own admittance of the skulduggery going on in supposedly Christian places.

There are many similar to him, in all of the other religions too, it’s not one being better than the other, and now, the image of the man in the sky, a direct reference to a happening, of the days of God Most High’s time for checking in on us, (it’s described in the bible). It’s never been a better time, to put into practice, our loving abilities, being the time of Advent, Christmas time, and explaining it, to all and sundry.

I was taken from a few death defying situations, became born again actually, witnessed the divine and miraculous, formed a good and hopefully, improving relationship, with God Most High, requested wisdom, got it, requested warnings, got it, requested real in your face proof, got it, and put it into writing, done it. Children, the world over, deserve so much more, that what we have provided for them, and our BABYLONIAN attitudes, are going to be given, a repeat performance, unless we turn this tide around. I have been visited by wise people and women, God sent, and am of the belief, that we came to the abyss, and managed to step back. The out pouring of Love, that is occurring in many places, this Advent season, needs to be repeated, from here on. The lives of your children depend upon it. Many evil individuals, and their coterie of supporters, are being demobilised by subtle means, through Heavenly interventions, God’s last actions I imagine, and I have imagined seriously well. It’s Christmas time, lets ensure we make it Christmas time every day, from here on, amen.

 

 

 

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Love and Mr Bee

Loving, nothing is sweeter, the warmth of being, one with love, and the fear that emotion stirs, when you might lose, the way you stir inside, as your heart begins to bleed, the fear of losing your mind, climbing into battle with the worlds demons, and all the strength you need, no doubts allowed, the risks are epic, it’s nature, the outcome a victory, that is blessed, petitions answered from above, God Most High comes to your aid, that is something you can’t mess with, Texas all in power required, no shadows only light, what are you waiting for, jump in and taste the love, that is yours, for love and no other reason,  blessed by God, what can go wrong, brave heart  is waiting for you, no way out this time, come together now, fill my heart, in the battle of life, it’s real it’s divine and it’s all yours, love it to the last drop, once in it’s done, the world will be one, cause it’s life giving, you must trust fully, it’s that simple, cross the threshold, you can you handle it, being loved without borders or fear,  read my words, all love is divine, so fear should not be your worry, be hungry not greedy, it’s breakfast dinner and tea.

Don’t pretend,  In a nutshell, it can hurt badly, and can cost others dearly, you want  to be honest, no holding back,  love is stronger than anything, it’s why we are guarded, it’s not a passing fantasy, deeper than any well out there, so I believe, God Most High is your eternal friend, love moves the stars, reaches the heavens,  can’t be redesigned, you just have to believe, and that should be easy, cause your born with a heart that is full of it, it just gets torched along the way, so smile and be brave, you never own it, it’s the gift you pass on, just save a little for Mr Bee, just imagine it, there you are a little honey bee, out doing your best collecting some nectar and sweet honey, then you come home and your home had been robbed, what a sad little memory for bee’s, and the flowers that will miss his buzzy company.

 minds the BImageee’s, when they are gone we are gone, and what a loss that would BEE!!!