Freedom to Speak

Will I vote, why bother, it’s the same result, the election is rigged. The feelings in the hearts of those, who lived among dictatorships for a long while, mainly in the African continent. Solomon spoke to the young man, he was trying to find the election station, Solomon was. It was just one of those moments, you take a wrong turn, and you end up learning something new, or maybe it’s called an affirmation.

The young member of the Islam faith, spoke of the difficulty of democracy in some countries. The local dictator was in power, the money was stolen and placed off shore annually, the rights of the population ignored; the young man sighed, they are Just Muslims in name, Solomon sighed, it’s not any different from those claiming the Christian faith; they issue the words but they rarely follow the faith. however as they parted, they both agreed, that it was easy for all faiths to live side by side, when the pride is removed, and the power is shared. It was an important point for election day. Many chose their party, their friends, their interests, rarely considering the overall well being. Jesus being a central character in all the Faiths, wasn’t it easy to see where the bridges of understanding had to be built; projecting the old wisdom, not the propaganda, that money was constantly buying.

A lot can happen on the way to the poling station.

Professional Ethics…

Behind every fraud, there is always a professional nearby, what do they teach them in school. Solomon observed a class of school students outside a firm of professional people. It reminded him of Jesus and the day Jesus sent the demon spirits into a herb of pigs, who in a mad rush afterwards, ran to the cliff and threw themselves over, was there

A lesson in it. Is this the fate awaiting those, with higher roles in society, who deny the existence of God, by means of their activities. It certainly gives the parable added meaning.

Walking the street, he stops outside a shop, there is a child screaming, not shouting, but roaring, for no apparent reason. The overall complexion of the company, does not encourage compassion, there is something out of place. Solomon sighed, said a silent prayer, the screaming child stops, goes calm. It reminded him of a night, when Solomon was very young, it was a nightmare of sorts ,a demon faced soul was trying to overcome him, Solomon recalled holding firm, and the demon vanished from the dream, interesting he thought.

Across the world, professional men and women made it possible for the worst of harm to occur on a gigantic scale. In truth, there are some who act like mobs of demons. In the current times, the signs were appearing, the Sun was bursting from the sky, sudden changes in the weather. The experts called it the result of Global warming, what else. Solomon called them, acts of God.

Isiah The Great Prophet…

Isaiah the Prophet

Who was this prophet, who was he, Solomon was wondering what was known about Isaiah, apart from the power of his prayers, they got heard too, amen. What would Isaiah pray if he wanted the demon thrown into the abyss, what would he pray, how would he put chains on the demon. If he had lived in the time of Jesus, well he did, in that his words are still alive to this day in time, but how would he “frame” his request. He’d find a place where there was peace and nature side by side supposed Solomon, sit on it and think it through probably, the way Solomon often did, being in nature, you are in the borderless world, no one can claim the skies, no one can lay claim to the clouds either, or the oceans. Solomon had time to spend and he wasn’t going to waste a moment, and it was wise to add to his growing collection of petitions, there were those too weary to pray, and how many others voiceless, he was the Spiritual vacuum filler, ask wisdom, ask the others gone up, to help with the suggestion, as it had to be divine.

Solomon’s request….

Dear Isaiah, old friend, you have been to heaven, my request is a simple one, a good prayer is called for, the demons are on the run and they need to be finished off, amen. I need your advice, the religious fraternity are as always, stubborn to the point of stupidity, nothing new in that dear friend, and in the face of divine intervention too, so I can’t expect them to be helpful, and I have the news that many need to hear also, which they are supposed to be making clear to others of all faiths, of God Most High’s great providence and mercy, so, in a nutshell, apart from thanking our Great God, I have need for a new prayer. Amen.

That ought to work wondered Solomon, would certainly get heard, being made for all the right reasons.

Words made it happen, and it was a tablet he was using, the modern version, the electronic news board, where all could see, especially those in his circle of trust.

Children of a Lesser God…

Not the movie, great as it is, an old movie and probably more than worthy of a remake, whatever, no no no, the feelings inside so many, they ravage the rubbish dumps, walking on everyday bacteria, just to feed themselves, no, not by choice, because that’s the way it is, same as those toxic ships, that sail far far away, carrying first world thrash that is so dangerous, they fear dumping it anywhere near them, so they travel to those places, where tyranny and dictators live, before opening the hold, and dropping their cargo, into the once fertile sea, that provided life to so many, a sea with no boundaries no matter where you live. The children get sick, the mothers decide to move, they make treacherous journeys, some by sea some by land, where they face even more starker dangers, little wonder so many feel like Children of a Lesser God. Yes, the cry for mercy is loud, and the voices are being heard, and there are many changes afoot, it’s having the divine effect, opening the hearts of the righteous further, and sending fear into the minds of those who cause great harm, cause we are not children of a lesser God.

Solomon sighed, why bother chasing ambulances when you can write change instead. Inside us, there is this power he sighed, you just have to believe, amen.

Ezra Revisited….

Gather as much as you can, run home, store in on the shelf, look at it, put a price on it, polish it, dust it, those ornaments, re arrange them, stand at the side, they might look better over there, no, you change your mind, the way you part your hair after it’s been a certain way, you change it back again, that’s better, it looks familiar, you feel safer in the surrounds, same friends, well, you know each other, same habits, cause your friends, then as you get risque, you tell them of your experiences, the stuff you never told them, the weird dreams, the visions, you ask them what they mean, then they tell you, they had dreams too, and the story unfolds, and the wow moment, you had the same dreams, and maybe that’s why you’ve been friends.

Your sitting in the waiting room, it’s the doctor’s surgery, there is news you have to get, it will predict the future, well, will you be running marathons again or going for treatment, the life changing moments, the moment you feel real, and you know the news your about to receive, is going to alter your life, there is no way it can’t. Every thought comes to mind, the anxieties of old, when you had similar moments, the emotional gloom, then the high you got, when it all worked out. You let out a sigh when your name is called, you rise from your seat, you check the expression on the doctor’s face, and the tell tale signs.

Life can change in an instant. It wasn’t the tsunami earlier in the week Solomon was thinking about, but a memory long past’ He is walking across the busy city street, traffic is moving in all directions, the lunch hour has arrived, workers are in a hurry, they want to get to the early seats, some rush in and out of traffic. From the corner of his eye, he spots a girl, swerving between cars, out pulls a bus, she disappears under it, she might have slipped, she was in a hurry. That night he reads in the paper, young woman dies on busy city street, he is not a rubber neck type, doesn’t gawk, just reads the story, another life lost, probably changed the lives of many, parents, friends, husband maybe, boyfriend, work colleagues, and left a hole in the lives of many, that had to be filled somehow.

Why does it remind him of Ezra, the ancient prophet, he wasn’t sure. But there had been a few great moments of change going on, and for some reason, he knew they referred to Ezra, so he reminds himself. A lot of what he said, had in the main, occurred, maybe coincidence, but it was no coincidence, That he had encountered the Spirit himself, as he found the words that needed saying, any time he sought.  Leave the great legacy behind you, amen, that’s what Ezra did, 2,700 years ago.

Oscar Party, 2018, and the winners are…

Can anyone remember who won last years Oscar for best supporting camera crew, anyone. Blank faces, the actress in the corner, (sorry actor, the word actress does not exist), her mascara is running, it’s two blocks east of the theater, running. Not even a best supporting role, she saves that for the breast implants and her plastic surgeon. Friends, she promised them a statue, nothing. Pride ways you down, and what you think your friends think of you, does the rest.

No men allowed either it seems, there is a global outcry against inappropriate sexual antics; they focus on the lowest common denominator. The politically correct audience applaud the clever comments, eye each other, as if saying,  I told you so twenty years ago.

Meanwhile, every perversion you ever thought of, is there at the click of a button. The brilliant smiles, they might last awhile till the roots go bad, sorry she says, I got a specialist for that, seriously he nods, does she actually believe all that.

Solomon encountered a strange week; the head miners were doing there thing, sowing stress or what they call, self doubt, he listens and wonders where this is coming from, as they all claim to be of God, a surprise, the stuff he heard wasn’t anywhere he looked, it only came out of their heads. But the tricks of the demons, remorseless. He saw two small faces, transform to horror, expressions he did not think possible in children. What were they like at home; the stressed mother knows all about that.

Turkey’s for Eternity

TFT, they read the sign, Eternity this way, they followed the signs. First you must drink loads, upset your family, your neighbors and your friends, having accomplished this, they send you to platform One, there is a train for turkey’s heading for Eternity, they have been selected. They are fat and over fed, they are weighed down with matters, that won’t have any meaning at all, how do my feathers look dear.

Turkey’s for eternity this way, the porter carries their luggage, the train hiss’s on the platform, steam is rising. Behind barbed wire a small robin looks on, all he can see, hoards of turkey’s heading for Eternity, it’s something he’s seen before, it was just that he was too young to notice, the spectacle is all he can see. The days have passed he is years older, it has more significance for him today.

Turkeys for Eternity, yes, you will be fed once you get there, they continue to mount the train; in the background all you can see are turkeys, all heading the same way, for eternity. The robin flies home to his nest, mentions the turkey sight to his mother. Where are they heading Mother, do they ever come back, she thinks a little, then answers, Son, they are the turkey’s for Eternity, amen.

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