Solomon reflected, many were at the same, seeking clarity and direction, there was much to be confused about, where do I fit in this new world, will my job be safe, how will my relationship fare, can I get by with less cash, seeking, Solomon was doing his own version of closet, what matters in the end, what is it about you that you can take with you, how can I be a useful servant in this world. What are my priorities. The virus taught one great lesson, patience can’t be bought, you have to practice it, and the same goes for those who want a relationship with God, you have to work at it. And the language of God is compassion for others, a healthy attitude to the environment, less exploitation of people, and good relations with your neighbors, otherwise, you are not at the races. Imagine you are sitting opposite the Holy Spirit, and you want to converse, what comes to mind, the deeds you hide, or the love you want to share.
I was trying to avoid war pleads Blair, does the guy ever give up, God Most High shrugs, lets him mouth on a moment or two, there is a long list. What did they do about the image from above, he asks Peter.
They can build bombs, arrange PR, interfere, I want to see immediate responses, and I don’t care for another excuse. Peter is nervous, knows the tone. The divine radar is switched on. Delay it, he can’t. Hears the report, seems they sought more evidence, were unsure. He can’t report that. A major change in the top department is a real possibility. He hears the stories of change, it’s just the same old story, the mind gamers are at it full time. Decapitation of the demon and his, her friends are promised. A report came in, the child was let down again, and the threat he suffered only worsened, the Spirit inside seriously harmed. It’s a pain in the heart and God Most High will not tolerate it.
A worried Peter is unknowing; he has been interceding for a long time, but is stuck for a reason, and the plague that has been ongoing for too long, has been allowed to drift on, when they could have acted. The cosmetic changes, don’t meet the criteria for a renewal, something has crossed the barrier, a plea too far.
God looks at the report of the adult vice commitment, they are sewage in the eyes of children, and gives life to evil, it can’t be allowed go on. Leonard Cohen is in the outside room, he is waiting for a few words with the boss.
Peter swishes by, he doesn’t acknowledge Leonard, trouble wonders Leonard, he and peter are fine friends. Leonard raises his eyebrows; he has the usual suspects in mind. The robes that drape the vision, he knows who they are, but they are so widespread; it’s hard to tell who is and who isn’t.
I told you last year, I gave you the order, God raises his voice, Peter trembles, words mumble from his mouth.
The last time he put the finger on the pulse, there was a public outcry, but it didn’t last long. The threat ceased, but it had reared it’s head. God was reading the prayer of the child, he is pleading, why me!.
Damn it Peter, I have been patient, what happened.
The usual suspects Father.
God waves his hand, peter leaves.
Leonard says, can I go in as peter trickles past.
Red or white, red answers Leonard.
God passes the crystal over, he sighs. A bridge collapse down below.
I sent you those words for a great purpose you know.
And a voice adds Leonard with a trademark smile.
The problem is they think it’s accidental, as if it never would happen again. God looks over at Leonard, sees the confused expression on his face.
Those invested with power stole it, those down below, all because of free will and that other mistake.
Mistake, Leonard is hearing things, mistake doesn’t understand it.
Succession Leonard, I should have put a number on it from the beginning, put a time on it instead.
You can change it can’t you asked Leonard.
I did, many times, retreated many times when I ought to have acted forcefully.
Ever have children Leonard asked God
You know I have
No I mean do you remember the time when you had the awe of a child in your heart.
Leonard sighs, I see what you’re getting at.
Exactly, it doesn’t happen too often, that awe is fast disappearing, and it is something I can’t ignore, its life for Spirit.
I got them to go to the ends of the earth to select a new C.E.O., they had no choice.
It seemed to work quipped Leonard, who was not overly enthusiastic.
I thought he was going to do a full clear out, and renew the Spirit.
A pang of guilt crossed Leonard’s mind, but dissolved as quickly. Everyone took if for granted, least he tried.
I can’t allow the Spirit to dwindle and this last report, he handed Leonard the sheet. Leonard read it, as he did, his eyes filled with tears.
He handed back the sheet, I understand he sighed.
I get this everyday, but this child had it from the start and a helper too, was showing extraordinary Spirit. He lit the room he was that bright.
The wines good though smiled Leonard
The wine, God was reminiscing, children are not unlike wine.
Leonard had his guitar with him, and began one of his famous strums.
I heard that one, it’s one of my favourites smiled God.
A half hour later, the bottle was empty.
Outside a group was waiting to enter. Who is in there asked Peter, who was guiding the group. Peter put his ear to the door, heard the guitar. He looked at the group.
You might have to wait awhile. When Leonard and the chief got together, the evening extended itself.
She pulls her bag, the shoppers pass by, she is not covered in smiles, quite the opposite. She wants to get home, she is safe there. Just feeling safe, there is a lot for her to worry about, her friends have gone their ways, she rarely hears from them, booze and anxiety causes separation, its’ a busy world. God will help me, she prays a lot, Her Faith is based on her deeds; she has given a lot and not asked for much in return. Her bag clinks, it’s a lonely time, she wants her time out, the past can be hard to bare. She toiled with the oppressed, gave more than most, now her Spirit weeps, she is in need of a revival.
Inn Keeping with the Spirit, sighed Solomon, and difficulty with the birth, the lack of space, the need to find a shelter, for the young life inside her to survive, or for the Spirit inside her to revive. Many stories are told, the beautiful Jesus, the wealthy visitors with the gifts for the new King, the threat against the new Spirit. There are many ways to interpret Christmas, but in keeping with the Spirit, finding a suitable space for the Spirit to revive, could be the answer to all our problems, just as the story suggests, amen.
A tribute to a long passed friend, who was there for many, but fell foul of the demons, be blessed, amen.
Mum rush’s in the door, she is running late, good chance to upend her and get what I want, she is busy, there is a dinner to make, won’t have the time to ask me questions, have to act fast. Linda is having a stay over wants me to stay, who is linda asks her Mum, hadn’t heard that name before. A fast decision, same as those pay day loans, over the phone, instant decision, your fate soon known.
On the stand, she has been grilled, by her lawyer, the payout depends upon the tears she spills, how long has the pain in your shoulder been there, she counts the years, damages, the new car, the holiday, a whole lot of cash for a good act. There are others waiting to be heard, she is one of many, they have all claims waiting for the chaos.
Foreign regime uses spying techniques, men in shady quarters record in secret. We had to do it they say, we had to defend ourselves, so they destroyed the hopes of other nations in order to enrich themselves.
Solomon sighed, everything about us is known, the only chaos is in the human mind, amen.
He shows his guests around the fabulous drawing room, it’s filled with art works that you usually see in museums, he purrs as he explains; well I bought the Michelangelo when I made the deal for the..I bought the Van Goff a year later, the guests edge closer to the paintings, they want to get the smell, it’s overpowering to be surrounded by such power, well, the art pieces are not worth fifty or a hundred million, even if there are those who will pay the price, it’s the feeling of supreme authority, the fever of power, it’s so stimulating. In the company of such a power filled human being, it’s intoxication, and Mr Power knows this too well, and now that he is getting older, showing off to his friends is one of his hobbies. Did you see the way they react he says later that night, when all alone with his butler, his wife left him for the golf instructor a few years before.
While they gurgle with excitement, each of them wanting a private audience, this man can change lives, all they want to do it is imitate him. Change lives, change my life it seems, their mantra. Imagine, the lives we imitate in the pursuit of happiness. Solomon sighed, a happy breakfast; in the company of friends, food cooked with care, and no shortage of refills when the coffee is near the end. Solomon made tough decisions in his time, but there was one decision he had no choice over, the night the Great Spirit arrived, proof of divine help, the ultimate award. The riches of this world will be coveted by others, but the riches of Heaven, will be,
a love that is shared. Old Mean bag and his trophies, would leave a legacy of resentment, nothing more, as sure as sure is, when he moves on, those left behind, will gladly spill blood in order to get their hands on those trophies.
Not so dumb anymore, the children are saying what the adults are up to, the trees are talking to each other, the oak says to the birch, there is help out there, here that young girl, from Sweden, I thought they sing over there says the birch, the oak shakes his ears, you been listening to too much AbbA, aren’t we supposed to listen says the small birch, the oak nods, there is a breeze. His home is a home for many friends, problem is someone wants a new set of furniture. every time he hears a chainsaw, it’s the same fear a human fears, when they hear the door open in the middle of the night, when you are expecting no one, you shrivel with fear. The oak has had a few close calls, he remembers the tree hugers, the good humans who formed a ring of safety around him the day the chainsaw men arrived. Not all humans are bent on destruction. They have an addiction for money, and are willing to do anything to get it, the worst addiction in the world, dumb, they can print that stuff they call money.
Oak smiles, birch leans over, what are you smiling at, oak looks down on birch, have you not been listening, birch is too immersed in himself to notice, he is as fearful as a cow on the way to the killing shed, it’s going to happen soon, one way or the other, death, oak is just trying to cheer him up. Help is on the way, I can hear voices says Oak, birch stiffens his leaves, you are hallucinating again. Damn says Oak, did you not read the news, the children of the world are getting real upset, they won’t let their parents get away with it no more, inaction. Remember the name, Greta Thunberg, she will encourage thousands, millions even, and when the children scream, the Heavenly Father listens, they haven’t let him down, the message will get heard, it’s how you get a reputation where it matters, you get trusted. Sure says Birch, his tension beginning to ease.
Solomon sighed, the wisdom of God will be shown through children, and they will make fools of the so called wise. Its’ an important issue, in a world that sells cynicism and hate, the death of the Child within, as if the demons thought they could get away with it, not in a thousand years, amen. He thinks of his sisters and brothers, he tried to show them, that asking the father for help had a very large meaning, but growing up, they forgot the lessons of old. Maybe now, they will get to understand, thanks to Greta Thunberg, and many like her.
Addiction Remedies in the year 3025
Pretend it matters one day it will, positive forward moves need encouragement, no place for fear in your mind, disabling thoughts abound anyway, so push ahead and do it anyway, stop worrying about it, if it works you’ll smile, if the road takes you elsewhere, you’re certain to have learned, the story of life is wisdom gathering, playing it safe is not wisdom, just learn when to gamble and when to stand, too much negative inputs restrict your hand, puts a noose around your faith in yourself, puts a limit on your dreams, addictions can be conquered without too much drama, words you say sounds too easy, society constantly reminds us of barriers, presents fear as if it’s a normal state of mind, certainly gets your attention every time.
So many in support services heartily encourage, the insurmountable challenges almost then the cure, forcing you into a certain state of mind, reinforcing the old you the one you want to escape, banish fear put it into the garbage, God Most High is everywhere today, you just need to renew faith, as if to prove the point, well regarded atheist offers $10,000 if you can convince him about the existence of God, well he’s going to be well and truly delighted, when he realizes that’s he’s about to be reborn, the image of the man in the sky, is clear and I’ve a set of them, addiction only worse when you assume your alone, and those who encourage fear do not believe in God, they might say they do, but promoting fear is see fulfilling, you’ll never he short of companions. If you have an addiction and need support, write yourself a healthy prescription that will assist, amen.
Jimmy Carter, get well soon, the world needs souls like you more than ever before,
must be lazy,
wont do what he’s told,
arrogant and pushy too,
get him medication,
that’s the cure,
everything normal again,
relief all round,
one of us again,
well not anymore,
says hostage child,
the lenghts they go
to control everyone,
to control everyone, well not anymore,
Ho ho ho it’s Christmas time again,
It’s cold but the food is getting better,
Something good is happening he feels,
Everyone is smiling and giving him feed,
Rubbing his feathers watching him grow,
I could get used to this he smiles,
Gobbling all he can cause it pleases,
Well they might stop feeding me you see,
Dinner lunch even tea this is too much,
Gobble thanks gobble all he wants,
Alfred feels he’s a celebrity now,
They even decorated the house for me,
Gobble gobble Alfred is soon in trouble,
Where are they taking me it’s dark here,
Lights action a swift chop head off,
Alfred the celebrity turkey passed on,
He got used to an unsustainable diet,
Hope, Alfred’s great disappointment.
We all believe in something, usually something insane. Rarely something worth believing in. The latest teen idol if your under 16, the next elvis, the colour scheme in the house, the clothes you wear, says something about us. Is their Christian belief in all of this. It all says something about us. Is their a Christian belief in all of this, or are we missing something, we all have beliefs, God Most High the choice here today, but so many, what is there to believe in, if you’re a starving child with an empty tummy, a voter seeking an honest politician, an aids sufferer without access to decent affordable health care, My politician is a good one, he knows how to respond to a contribution. The roll call of idols we look up to in our day today affairs is surprising.
There’s an idol for everyone, the TV star, the football player, and the image they create for us, images so carefully crafted by professional advertisers, advertisers who care less about you and me, and only value money.
These same image creators would sell us satan, provided he paid them, I have no doubt they already have, surprised. Today is all saints day, rekindling belief in ourselves and those around us, I call it the day we remember the great people, who in their own way, had led us to this day, directly and indirectly, and the sacrifices they made for all of us. To believe in something and someone greater than yourself, is usually a belief, that comes through ignorance of your own self worth.