female voices, God, we only want to feed the children, we want them to grow up safe, we want leaders whom to trust in, we don’t need all that much. Across the world, men try to dominate as if they have superior wisdom about them,even though the times show their superior thinking to be, leaking to say the least. Who gave man power over women,the holy books, gave them responsibility, same way a bank manager minds the cash in a bank, the money is not the bank man’s, same as the Spirit belongs to God, it doesn’t work otherwise.

Color so what, who created the white super stuff, as if it came from the mouth of Jesus. Solomon sighed, he was doing a lot of it lately, darn stuff, the revelations that come upon you, unnoticed, like a car accident. He was watching old TV, listening to the voices, soft toned, none of the modern day anger you hear all the time, what was it, that turned people to anger, he reflected. The angry faces of today, had to have their roots in the past. A renowned singer, Louis Armstrong, maybe Nat king Cole, it could be anyone else, but it was the round appealing smile of these black stars, humbly asking, with love in their words, and from their voices, tenderly asking, no pain lines even if they had been thrown out of restaurants cause of the laws, and had good reason to hate,they chose to offer love as the solution to our issues, they were not trying to wind up the hate, so many today seem to get applause for, why, and they thought that the end of the second great war, would bring about AN inner change in the mindset of folks who looked down on them, because of color, why those angry faces today, when it should have been different, amen.

Lessons arrive every day, that try to free us, from the traps we make for ourselves and others, free, from what the sinner asks, well, those who offend the most high God what is it they do, to cause mistrust, lessons, mistrust is the daily diet of the demon, no one else, cause confusion, upset, annoy,after awhile, no one knows what to think, and we wonder where our issues come from; the closet we hide our stuff in. Open sesame is the times we live in; sigh, doesn’t the notion of forgiveness make a sigh now, amen.