The Healing Spirit

He is in the bed, there are days, and this a heavy one, his mind is trouble, apart from the pain, there are memories. Lying on the bed, all the time in the world to think, the only noise, the coughs and roars of others in the wards, the rush of feet on the corridor, old age he sighed, wishing he could get to his feet. He has a rush of thoughts, it’s as if all that is wrong, his mistakes have come to overtake him, crush him inside. Fight he says, trying to push the images away; it’s a collage of all the harm he has encountered, why did I not do more. Please God, release me from this nightmare, please, he pleads, how I wasted my life, why did I gather all those things; the previous week he was worried about the insurance cover on his classic car collection; at this moment he doesn’t care if they all suddenly rust, what does it matter when you can’t take it with you. That was before the stroke. Alone in a private room, who needs time to think when what they have to think of is only about themselves.

Solomon had lunch with a good friend, a co believer; they were exchanging Godly wisdom, the conversation was alive, there was energy, the conversation they have; the lives that had touched them in many happy ways. How the heart fills with light, when you look outside yourself, how the body has time to heal, when you don’t have to stress yourself out. Rest sighed Solomon to his friend, a very thoughtful soul, who spent most of their days, encouraging the words of eternal life, rest is essential; as he pointed out to his friend, gesturing with h

is hands to his fellow diners; no one here got here on their own, no one ever does, amen.

Edit Your Head

What do you mean, well, they say behind your back what they are afraid to say to your face, Solomon was reminding himself of the power of Jesus’s and I mean power, his words came with authority, they were not a wish, or stuff you want to happen, they came with the power of His God, the Creator of the universe. Jesus wanted harmony, well being, respect, forgiveness, charity and compassion, well, how else could you enjoy the Father, and the great gift you have been given.

When Pharisee’s annoyed him or were talking about him behind his back, he just reminded them. Say what you like about me, Insult the Holy Spirit, well, that’s the line you can not cross, ever. With it being Christmas, the season for all that is good, well, it’s celebrated for many reasons, but for believers, enhancing the reputation of the Father, is tops. Being a Child of the divine, you have to make the effort, you are called to eternal life after all.

With the blurb flying everywhere, buy this, that, be kind, and the other stuff, what are you going to give me, there was a lot in the heads, along with the mad news from the political world, who could imagine what was going on. So Donald has brought all the dirty laundry to dry cleaners, and there is so much of it, it would remind you of the oceans full of plastic, it’s everywhere. Time to edit the head, without a clean environment, there is no life.

Boris, Donald, and a whole lot more…

Forgive me, so many reasons present themselves, in the news, the papers, the different groups, all chasing some sort of closure, then the next day, a new set of groups, new news, new stories, appear, seeking closure, a raft full of lawyers in tow, measuring the words, hoping to use them in their attack on some wretched soul, and counting the cash, depending on the size of the boo-boo.

Man meets woman, they get together, decide to live together, build a home, have children, as if it’s a given formula. The world begins to move, the love becomes a little toxic, the bond changes, the couple no longer feel as one, the split, the sharing of assets, a new beginning.  Is love that simple, you get to the super market and choose another, hardly, when the Love is divine. God is called patient on account of His patience, perhaps to help us be patient too.

Forgiveness, many with their reputations on the pages of tabloids, hungry journalists chasing the gold, offering money for even worse details. Do we really need someone explaining what happens when we go to the toilet, cause that is what it feels like, some one chasing our shit in order to sell it on to someone else, there is no other way to say it. Cough with your excuses, but it’s not chasing the facts, we pay others to sell human dirt, that is supposedly entertainment.

Queen Elizabeth, in the public picture all her life, so her children stray, the latest scandal, another chance to incite the taste buds; well, why else write such stuff. Hear the argument, we want to protect children; what do internet statistics explain, a strange way of explaining their safety, amen.

Solomon sighed; the signs were appearing, there is divine influence, there is God, and two thousand years after the first advent, the signs speak of the Great Return. In the circumstance, you’d think forgiveness was the new fashion trend that was never going to end, amen.

Doing Things

Hush, the buzz in the room, the president is due in half an hour, the big speech, what is he going to say. One group of reporters are pro change, this is what they want to hear, another bunch of columnists well they want to hear something else, they talk in buzz, listen for the buzz words, it’s exciting really, the room is a buzz, the humm of the people, the beat of the nation, america waits, it’s important what the commander in chief says, even the army chiefs are present, it’s a chat about budget cuts.The tension mounts, it’s as if Jesus himself is going to make a speech, how it must have been, all those years ago, the man who raised them from the dead, healed their afflictions, cast out demons, the mountain, his apostles around him, where is he, he’s in that tent over there, did i see, the stares. No president ever did that, raised anybody from the dead, dragged a few out of retirement i suppose. Wow, wolf gitzer is spotted at the door, he is making hand signals, mabye he is trying to cancel the golf game, maybe he is re arranging a date, what, wow, no no, you will not believe this, golly wow, the excitement on the womens faces, the president is here. In harry’s bar Paris, solomon is knocking back a few moscow mules, he’s into his third, maybe his forth, he stopped counting, but he pretends that he doesn’t like alcohol, just does it because he feels it’s good for his health, helps him forget, well, when he see’s people with the power doing nothing, when so much needs change, he does want to do anything but forget about it, same way an addict closes out the world today, when he or she can’t deal with the past, and does not believe in the future, amen.

Solomon wondered, there was so much hooha, who was going to do this, who was going to do that, what would so and so say, it was odd, they closed the rehab facilities that families of the needy had access to, they didn’t have the insurance needed for private rehab, doing things that matter, he sighed, Mrs Clinton, at least she had a mediaid background, and  that’s sure better than the wall builder, whereever he came up with that idea, a zombie movie i suppose, another mule!

 

manufacturing hate

The holy spirit is being poured out, going every where, witnessed by  miracles, proof of God Most High,  his majestic powers, for the glory of all, and peace on earth, the will of our creator, his way of lifting us up. A casual read of the newspapers, the last three years, provides accurate proof of this, the plane landings, the repeating numbers, turnaround storms, the numerous miracle events, sightings in the sky, it’s coming from the clouds, and best of all, the man in the sky, has returned, our heavenly creator, it’s real, we have the actual proof of all this. The unity of faith in God Most High, will be the final instalment of divine intention, religions of the east and west, will agree on a single prayer,  ignite love and breakdown prejudice everywhere.  Islam and Christianity are two versions of the same thing, worship of God Most High, even if political mentalities try to prove otherwise. The holy scriptures of religions will converge, all scripture comes from God Most High. They will amalgamate  the prophets of our times, as God Most High has been forming scripture in all sorts of fields, in song, words, art, and poetry. All for one and one for all, God does not stop helping, he’s working daily,  it’s our loss of trust in those who lead us, politicians mostly, the sexualisation of women and children, the creation of societies that value people according to  wealth status,  destroyed our faith, nothing else. There is no war between Islam and Christianity or Judaism,  been manufactured by the political classes and those intent on having power forever,ImageIgnite rejoice and pray with your heart, all this is happening, so says God Most High, and he never lies, amen.