Imagine It

If you could turn every one with evil intent into a babbling fool, just imagine it, their mouths pouring our dribble, imagine it. Solomon was recalling the story of old, the power of Great Spirit, the power the Child Jesus was gifted with. Casting out demons was on Solomon’s mind, the grudges, hatred, resentments that so many carried and found an opening at the wrong time. At least with alcohol you had to consume it first before you went on the rampage. With the silent resentments and hatreds stored within, (good reason or not, experience or what), once the topic was raised, accordingly, the partnering feelings rise with it, those deep seated feelings and anxieties, boom, the explosion, touchy feely they say, they being friends, they being polite. Imagine it, God Most High, who has heard it all, waiting for mankind to mature, the way a farmer waits, for the plant to give it’s full potential, imagine it, waiting for the day, when they would all realize that today was the day everyday, not the baggage you brought with you everywhere, smile, amen.

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Are you worth it!

seriously, you can’t be, you don’t mean what you say, nobody could, am I worth it, do you think your buying me dear, he has a fierce gaze, she is looking for a slave, another to add to the thousands she already owns. The eyes are intense, the captured, the bounty of war, is being sold off with all the other possessions of victory, the mercenaries wont fight again unless they are paid, and a young man is worth ten years free labor, should make a price, I’ll take she says, while jabbing him with a spiked stick, he reacts, but the chain around his neck holds him in check. I’ll train you she says to herself. She has broken the spirit of many strong men, not forgetting the women and children she bought down through the years. Rome, you got to be joking, this is downtown Manhattan.

Thank you for calling our help desk, please hold, a sales assistant will be with you shortly, slaves waiting, the whole darn world, waiting. Solomon sighed, he wrote the story of the Holy Spirit so often, and then changes, divine, it was not the usual way to spend a life, should have been fleecing them online, selling all sorts, whatever, but then again, who could he complain to, if it all went pear shaped, only the One who sent the Great Spirit, and there was no escaping that, are you worth it.

Our thoughts maintain the world, but turning them into wise actions is the one essential, Solomon recalled the words of Jesus, 2,000 years old, but alive, God resides inside you, are you a good neighbor, amen.

Bad ideas!

real bad, that’s not bad enough, they messed with the tramp, they were trying to bait him, they were children, they were socially mute, bad ideas were what they got their thrills on, anything bad, harm, distress, how could it be made more difficult, it was the same with demons, harm, till they win you over.

Solomon read a story of old, it was a reminder, how easy it was for bad ideas to form in the mind, he sighed. They ought to have worked on how to avoid putting them there, the triggers as they say, the reminders. He often thought it unwise, when he heard it said in church, the chastity of the saints, what did they know about it, really, wasn’t it supposed to be a way to unburdening the seekers rather than wear them down with all sorts of pious terms. It was rotund of you he said, talking about hunger living without it, understanding, do you burden your children with expectations before they can stand!

Did you hear me!

turn down the stereo, the phone rings, no one can hear, a thousand different voices, all hoping to be heard, sounds like hell, me, did you hear me, the constant drone. Picture it, the survivors retelling the story, the only witness’s to the horror, be it the Titanic, be it the horror of Auschwitz, the voices calling out, did you hear me. Then imagine Jesus, walking through a small village or town, the voices calling out, heal me, do you hear me, he walks on, but hasn’t ignored them, if they have faith, they will be healed, do you hear me, amen.

Many voices were calling out, shouting injustices, my cause, my rights, my needs. Then there were other voices calling out in silent prayer, thanking God for the blessings being poured out, do you hear me. Solomon listened to the world around him, every day was a gift, the scars on his body, reminders, i’m on my feet today, do you hear me. Only God Most High could have done it, do you hear, amen. The power of Faith, it was the story of Great Spirit, amen.

Miss Understanding

Miss Understanding, so that’s your name. What did they say about all those Mexicans

, well, someone famous did, didn’t they, they were all…who were they appealing to anyway.

meanwhile a tourist couple arrive in L.A., take the freeway, get the wrong exit, this isn’t the center of town, they are in east L.A, gang controlled, and they are white. They stop at the traffic lights, doesn’t take long before they are shot .A funeral, overseas, L.A, the most dangerous place on earth, see what they did to our lovely brother and his wife, off the plane, shot death, beaten and burnt inside an hour, the likes of that would not happen in Aleppo, it’s a miss understanding says the tourism chief, a miss understanding, well, whatever you call it. A TV reporter looks into the lens, aware his words are being beamed across the world, and more importantly, all across the United States. It’s a scene from the middle east…

“blood on their faces, knives in there hands, they beat there chests with the blade, there will be blood for this, they scream and shout, death to america…”

An extreme group of radicals hijacked the street, it’s just a small hate tract, but it’s beamed across the world, as if this is the common belief. The reporter uses the Faith of the tyrants to ramp up the news, to incite the viewers, ¬†abusing the people, knowing that this that he presents is not the truth, it’s propaganda.

Grabbing women by the …worshiping gold…encouraging greed…and i read my Bible Nightly, is that the characterization of a believer in Jesus Christ!, well Mr D!

Just a Miss Understanding I suppose, amen.

The Big Deal

So what, he made it to the white house, how many crooks have been through those doors, what’s the big deal, alienating people, doing whatever it takes to get elected, don’t blame Donald for reality TV, we did it ourselves, as if we weren’t bored enough, what’s the big deal, least politics will be entertaining awhile, as for health care for all, what, they have crutches let them wait, big deal, so women were upset, they’ve sexualised the world for God Know’s when, what’s the big deal, they got used to it, and it went on and on, people alarmed, upset, confused, made anxious, aren’t they on all sorts of pill’s for God Know’s when, what’s the big deal, it isn’t as if he has nuclear warheads he’s likely to use, come on, what’s the big deal.

They’ll realize one day sighed Solomon, it was all part of the plan, change was called for, no big deal, until you see the signs in the heavens, and repeat again and again, no big deal. Meanwhile God looks on, mother nature is crying out again, if they continue with all that fracking, they will get one fracking surprise, amen, what’s the big deal, they act like they own the place. Amen. So he turned them into babbling fools, all of them, amen.

I thought you Knew me!

Leaves on the floor, autumn, the weather a little colder, warm clothes, and your hands icy, the day lingers, a stroll to the bar, the friends, all home from work or just waiting, and there you are among them, drinking, what, it was not supposed to be like that, you are one of those, lazy, yeah, that’s him. Solomon was after having a procedure, the hospital, the staff, bright and cheerful, will spend their careers up skilling and learning, have a deficit of personal time, won’t be in the bar all day, won’t be hanging around either, two sides, that will rarely get to know each other. Some deliver the milk, then there are the bakers, the hair stylists, and the grumpy, the doctors and the nurses, the support staff , and the lawyers, who know’s what all these people do, how will you ever know me. So many judged Jesus, and when we mean Judged, because he hung out with women, the tax collector, those that had fallen down, they made assumptions, then again, they did not understand him, and what breaking down barriers meant, doing something about it, not just talking about, faith was dead unless their are actions, so he Said, I thought you knew me she said, amen. Reading the ancient scriptures, the parables of Jesus, have multiple meanings, if you want to understand Him,read then again, if you want to get to know Him, amen.