Gushing mothers, play school, the little ones together, getting to know each other, having fun, a coffee a chat, a little this and that, talking about their little feet. The bell goes, the yard empties, they are a few years older, four five maybe, teacher is tired, it’s a Monday morning, still learning about patience, those little ones don’t behave like adults, they have the adventure you see, little feet are always wandering, it’s called being normal, wanting to take a step further. A year of two later they wise up, pull the strings of whoever, know how to get the best of you, little feet no more but still little feet to mother. Solomon was reading the story, there was a lot to read about, the tale of women in trouble, not on account of themselves, but because of a lot of wrongs not rights. The article was an appeal, would there ever be a change of mind, the need for some to control the mind of others, vulnerable women, their daughters, and young children. He saw them on their knees, it wasn’t a pretty sight, then sighed, wait till they see the image from above, it will give them all a little fright, and perhaps, be good for all those little feet, amen. The Holy Spirit arrived one night, and from that day his petitions and prayers were heard, and being a student of love, he had to listen as well, amen.
23, the number of books in the Koran, john the 23rd, most respected of christian leaders in the last century, let us live and understand our differences, don’t force anyone, the number, a reminder from above, and the need to build bridges between all believers, and so his track record proved. On account of the poor showing of the catholic church in France, during the second world war, where some bishops in Paris, some, sided with the Nazi occupiers, John the 23rd, a peasant farmers son, was sent by the then pope to France to rehabilitate the relationship between the catholic church and those who lived through that horrible period, and successful he was, he later became Pope when he thought he should be retiring, i’m getting old. He was a stop gap pope, the filler in between. It happens that he turned out to be the finest of them all, because he stuck to what the role involved, being a shepherd and not the sheep owner or politician. I wonder if his example, is possible to imitate today. In a world of political correctness, he was not correct, said what was needed ,that was John the 23rd, and he was pure spirit, amen. Among all the religions out there, is there a John the 23rd, for the world needs you.
Solomon was reading a book, that retold history. So many politicians, so few leaders was the gist of the content. When he looked around the world today, all there was to see, was so many politicians and so few leaders, remarkable he thought, considering what was possible.
Solomon sat in the calm night, it was the hours of sleep, all the world, in his part of the globe, was sleeping, well, apart from the night staff, but the air was calm, the sound you hear when the air conditioner is switched off and that droning hum disappears, well, it sounds like.
He’d a present for those traumatising children, the mothers and children living in fear, and the demon spirit that was working overtime to create terror and fear, the voiceless of the world, the children of the slums in Rio, the children of Aleppo, the slum dwellers of Calcutta, the women and children used to being abused everywhere, there is a God, you just have to believe. Quietly he prepared his words, the core of his petition this evening.
Turn them into babbling fools, those that prey on your people Dear Father, send them a message. Pull the big weeds in the garden and let the light in, amen, remember the men and women on their knees praying this moment, it was four o’clock in the morning exactly.
Being electric, our thoughts can be heard thousands of miles away!
With the quite he could hear his thoughts clearly, no intrusion, it was his way of meditation, or what he imagined it to be, but the electric current of all those sleeping individuals was switched off, the same way it is on a holiday or Christmas, for everyone of us is a charged individual, when it goes wrong the mind has been known to surge, the high and low feeling i suppose. When we get that energy in balance we are light bulbs practically, it’s why some people literally shine, the flow inside them is good. Imagine it, the entire world is made up of electric people, imagine what happens when that flow is interfered with, your mad, over reacting, dull, bright, a whole mixture of powers. Solomon was in the zone this evening, and saying his prayer, the calm allowing for his full thought process to activate inside him, he was beholden to the Holy Spirit, and that energy connected with the high power that circulated. Did the people realise what they could do he thought, once they allowed this electricity to flow through them, it allowed thoughts to flow, prayers to get absorbed, change to happen. Being electric he sighed, who are we he wondered, then the answer came to him, Spirits in the material, amen. For one day only
if we all lived in the zone, imagine how we could change it all, overnight, amen.
She does not wear the clothes, her fashion is outdated, the others know from her demeanour she is really not wanted, they avoid her as if she has a disease, poverty, who wants to get near it. Her accent is rural, she speaks with a lisp, her words are hard to make out, she is confident but can never relax, the look and the stares, her old clothes, her esteem, she is not angry, it’s been her way of life, and she has no friends worthwhile, because she is unwanted.
Solomon was reading the ancient words, the progress made over 2,00o years, pray for the souls of those who are gone, you can help them it said, help them find peace. The words of the prophets always interested him, but lately he had seen so many new revelation, the witness’s to God were coming forward, more wanted now than in the past, the old regime no longer able to control the output from them, amen.
if you have a voice, use it wisely he sighed, so much anger was sown so easily by a few demonic voices, so their evil spread, wars were started, hatred was glorified, the victors gloating over their victims, was it not a reminder, that something was desperately wrong.
Don’t worship Idols, worship God Most High instead, or you will become, unwanted as well.
Those who stand in the way of the money changers, are also unwanted.
Fresh spring water flows effortlessly down the mountain side, sweet to taste and thirst quenching, locals seeing the picture build a little dam, a side pool that fills with cold fresh water in summer, a pool into which it is safe to swim and sit, some complain that it is interfering with the flow, how dare anyone attempt to interrupt the waters flow, critics and zealots old teachers and their supporters, they have the resources they dampen the protesters, you will never find a job around here, they throw their shawls over their shoulders walk menacingly away… the spirit, the Holy Spirit was flowing, and it was part of the divine plan to let it flow, Jesus goes from town to town aware of the threat but keeps on doing it anyway, he was the flowing spirit in that he passed it on. but as ever, there were those intent on obstructing the way.
Solomon wondered, he had been reading about ancient civilizations and the Holy Men who had come their way, always to guide and inform, directing them. Men though, well, they tried to control the outcome of events, power over come them, and the spirit just flowed away, amen. still, these ancient structures exist all over the world, amen, they were telling the world a story, of a celestial world, the same world that directed the three wise men over 2,100 years ago, and that my friends is real, amen.
The dread, the anxiety, his spirit slips, the head looks overhead, is that it he asked, as he grabbed the train, wondering if he’d find refuge again, his heart dis-paring, his worry lines growing, his health failing. God sighed, when your at your weakest i’m always stronger. The car brakes down, the bank calls in the mortgage, her sister tells her to divorce him, you can do better she says, the pressure is mounting, even her close friends disagree with her, how could you put up with it, he’s useless, look at him. But it was his spirit she fell in love with, and the love endured, while the marriage died.
Years later, she is in a busted marriage, can’t stand the sight of her so called great man, the new partner that rang the bells of the friends, well, he bought them all off, but his spirit, it was purely artificial. When the going was tough, she ran, forgot the one condition all great love is based upon, endurance.
Solomon was smiling. A friend asked him to be in a certain place, there was a reason. he saw the spirited man, he was lacking a few things, and was in search of help, he was a believer. as he wheeled his chair away he was smili
ng, and everyone in the crowd noticed, spirit raising, wasn’t that what He said, all those years ago, amen.
slow walk across the sandy stone roadway street
apprehension in all the eyes that you meet,
there’s that look in his eye seen it before,
was asking for something and boy what a chore!
the door opens he slowly steps into the hall,
the preacher slows the gathering turns around,
the sheep there fined it a great community,
there’s a plague coming he says all calm,
his eyes cross the room stare down at floor,
what do you expect us to do sheriff, really!
turns his head at the stone in their response,
that some of you cared about children that’s all,
i actually assumed you meant all those words,
fool me to believe same as it always was,