legs and Passion

What are you talking about, she looked at him. Does anything come for free in this world, you get what you want, then your nice to me, it’s always conditional. She looks at him, her eyes are droopy, suggestive, he takes the bait. Afterwards she sighs, fool, he is so easily led. The cost of all this persuasion, turning minds and heads. It’s a game. The young girl see’s how the men react, she wants that sort of attention. Solomon sighed, whatever happened to real love, its so long since it’s been sighted, its like an extinct feeling.

He goes to the therapist, explains the issue, they don’t see me as human, they see me as a commodity, i feel bought, a performing circus performer, this is not the life i signed up for. The therapist looks at him, naive poor dear, she will screw him for as many sessions she can get away with. She tells him he is making progress, see you next week, chump she sighs as he closes the door.

Solomon could read her mind, she hadn’t a clue, she was the same as everyone else who exploited the vulnerable, poor choice, no one fools God, legs or passion, it usually starts with the eyes, then the heart, then the shared passion. How we by pass the normal means of communication in this rapidly changing world. At least the signs are creating a new sense of awareness.

The Words of Jesus

warnings, teachers who criticize not encourage, the strain, erecting barriers, that few overcome, admonishing, those who question their  ways, crucified, murdered, ostracized,  the inquisition, an excuse to murder, harming the word of God, color, race, creed, building hatred, more, a reason to distrust, amen.  The demons, so long in control, now face their horizon, their end, Amen.

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Fear Madonna, fear jolie, add a few more  brand names, will stick in the memory, well we will recall, heard it so often, they could be selling ketchup, not that it matters, only that it sticks, amen.

How fear is sowed into the heart, the mistakes of the past, those you are told, you will never overcome. the axe that hangs over your head, the the arrival of the virus, puts everything else into the shadows,  a world reborn, more haste, the sooner the better amen.

Solomon sighed; how many had laid down their lives, for a better world to come. The demon was looking over the precipice, your destiny mate, a child, as light as a feather, says high, over he goes, the demon, along with his multiple of followers, amen. We wont miss you.

Many millions of lives later, the human race had built up the Spirit, a Spirit able to contain the Heavenly Spirit, what a wonderful thought, amen.

Out of Help Out of Friends, Help…

She sits listless at the table, an array of medications before her, there are multiple tablets to take, blood pressure to worry, she has the whole damn thing covered, so her doctor said, this will get you through everything, she accepted his advice. Four years later she rues that day, she did what she was told, now she is isolated from her family, and she needs the medicine, more and more, she has a decision to make, she makes it everyday, she could take them all and end it, it’s right before her eyes, all that medication. She is not stupid, just a little unwell, the reason she went to the doc in the first place. She never realized it was all so addictive; what if, she turns her mind to the past.

Solomon was listening the the words of a friend, how perception is so influential his friend said. He could not agree more. When the world became individualized, how everything was itemized, how it only suited those in strict routines with narrow boundaries; the perfect recipe for human obliteration; the machine says this, here is how your supposed to think.

Jane is at the table, she counts the tablets, only seven. A glass of water, she will pop them, them fall into a tiredness, that will force her to sleep. Out of the way, out of trouble, no one will worry about her and her family will lose interest in her.

Solomon sighed; he hoped those who stole the resources of the people realized the harvest they had created, how is dripped down, leaving many without the necessary. he had seen the cloud, and much more, and there were some serious changes going on, that responded to real Love, what’s that you ask, Solomon wasn’t surprised by the question, you don’t hear people talk about it, but being Saint valentines week, they might yet understand.

Steal from the Holy Spirit, oh what a cost?

 

 

 

 

Two Polar Bears

Are you sure this is a good place to set up a stall, the other bear nods, he is wearing sun glasses, does not want to be recognized, it’s a desperate time, and finding a new home is not easy. The stall they set up is outside the big rock concert, it is a petition gathering enterprise, and there is the hope also of meeting some of the famous campaigners, the bears have definite ideas, and they are front line spectators of the ice debacle. They are even offering free ice lollies for anyone who signs up. A child asks, are those fur coats real, the older bear smiles, Fur, who uses real fur these days, everything is fake these days. It was a bold decision, coming all the way from the Arctic, well, they got caught on an ice berg, and ended up in San Francisco. The signs were all friendly too, they even formed a committee to save them, those San Francisco Nationals.

Fox’s leave the forests, joining more and more in the cities, lot of waste food there. The two polar bears do the happy bear dance, one foot to other and back, sign up sign up. Are they really fur coats another child asks. The signing is going well. A dozen rare parrots fly in formation, they are escaping the Amazon fires, they are on the California coast, flying north, they want to cool down. One of them Spots the two polar bears at the stand, shouts out to the others, I think we have reached Alaska he says. Well, where do you expect to find Polar Bears these days?.

Don’t Look Now

He shakes his wrist, it’s a habit, the watch he wears is expensive, few can afford them, and it dazzles the heads of those who notice, it’s got him places, that flashy watch. In the exclusive bazaars of the east, the watch is not so handy now, it attracts the stares of those willing to sacrifice their life for it. He doesn’t stride so proud, feels rather uncomfortable, rich and white, displaying his wealth, gee, never knew there were so many needy people about, doesn’t feel like Manhattan on a Saturday night, more like the ghetto you want to forget. Not that he cares, it’s all a disguise. Don’t stare over there Tracey, she is looking at a man with a stump for a hand, Don’t look Tracey he says, she can’t help herself, she goes over to him, as if drawn by the missing hand. His eyes are pleading, she drops a few noisy coins into the tin cup, his eyes lighten up. Wristwatch Ray is not impressed with her. She is a new girl friend, another one, the field trip to the sanctuary, he wants to prove his credentials, that way he will gain control over her; the trip to the bazaar, a fancy she had, not his thinking at all, he prefers confined thinking

. How people are so easily impressed, don’t look now!.

Praying For Perseverance — SaintlySages re blog, the value of Praying

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Father Girardey explains why it is necessary to pray for the grace of final perseverance. He writes: “The greatest saint on earth stands in absolute, need of prayer for his perseverance, because frequent, constant prayer is the indispensable means the just have to persevere in God’s grace and friendship. The crowning grace of perseverance cannot […]

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Emeute, Civilizations and Victor Hugo….

You can have petty arguments that blow up into full scale revolutions, the harm you think your putting an end to, only to realize later the bigger hole you have built for yourself, thereby the merry go round of harm spins faster, the eye for an eye mentality that so many hold so dear, ends up destroying happiness and causing even more harm everywhere, the very goal you had when your started your emeute, as Victor Hugo would say, an end to it. Retaliate, how we hear those words, we have to avenge ourselves, we have to get even, we will lose face, how many wars were started with that mindset, nations and tribes emotionalized to the point of frenzy, while the voices of reason were drowned out.

Solomon sighed, it was refreshing to hear the comparative remarks of Donald Trump, who decided not to avenge the so called hurt caused in the Arabian Gulf, be it a blip, be it a bonfire started by a child, two tribes didn’t go to war, and reason was used, when the expected response didn’t occur. Emeute, struggles that can be solved without blood shed, you just have to listen.

Solomon was reading the literary classic of Victor Hugo, pages of rhythm, written 150 years ago, explaining how the world had to learn from it’s past. Many years later, after so many social changes, the core of the book, still holds. Hugo, Thanks for making the effort, amen. Having encountered the Spirit, Solomon had his own reasons for listening; we are under the Holy Radar, what a great feeling, amen.

Demons and Angels

In a dream, the faces are clear, children transform into demons, preachers act the part, they rise the crowd, there are many who want to believe, the runaway bus, the church under repair, the driver gets out, wants to be saved,  the man with Spirit, the words of the preacher, so many want to believe, they know the name, they ask for a story, he is shocked and amazed, he can see the faces. they all want to help with the repairs. How is this possible, in dreams, faces he has never seen, it’s a warning and an assault on all that he knows, those that mislead and those that want to be lead, the sheep seeking the shepherd, the shepherd turning into a wolf. Solomon sighed, he did encourage the words of Jesus, and there were those who didn’t want to imagine; this world is not the end of the drive, it’s a turn around the road, from being out of control, your suddenly in the driving seat, responsible for your life, and you have to account for it, there is no escape from it, the uncomfortable truth, the truth of eternity, the everlasting gift, amen. Stacking all the cash, gloating over the control you think you exercise over others, the sly grins, the stuff you got away with, it’s all nonsense, you have to account for every yard. Solomon say the Spirit, the one that answers to the Heavenly power, just done, it’s real.

Those misleading those who believe, were going to get the ultimate warning. Amen

 

Not Another Boring Day….

The bed is so comfy, the dread of the office, you might even pick up a cold, everyone is complaining of the virus, another one does it’s rounds. You pull the covers a little higher, it’s safe in there, and warm, the thought of cold water on your face, the shock of it, is there anything better to do, and don’t forget the mouthwash, nay, I’d rather stay in bed and have a few beers, reflect on the times I was young and brave, and there was a cause to fight for, those were the days. The clock buzzes, the repeat alarm, who invented such a thing, same as adds on the TV, thank god for the world that allows us watch TV without having to digest the adds. The media influence is slipping and the people are finding their voice, amen.

The rules, you can’t eat this, and that is bad for you too, seems like you will have to dump the contents of the fridge again, third time in a month. Too much money perhaps, and no common sense, your thinking all the time while under the duvet. You recall that movie, the guy takes out the friends Ferrari, Ferris someone or other, you remember, it was a few years ago, the stuff you remember, it was years ago, still you recall, not so bad, your testing the old grey matter, nothing wrong with it. Time to call in a sickie, one less in the office, temporary staff will get a call, someone will eat an unexpected lunch, even better, a child will get an unexpected treat, courtesy to your non arrival at work, ever see it like that, possibly not, you know now, so what are you waiting for.

Stuff you used to do, and still want to, the mornings under the duvet. You are not getting up for work you say, the words you used long ago when the pillow was not empty, the damn rules and the fear it spreads. Impressionism wasn’t painting in the fifteenth century, but it was many years later, and possibly the most sought after art there is today, everything changes. You grab the duvet and smile, you are still willing to risk it, and it feels good.

Solomon sighed, I will have to get a regular job one day, but today I’m going to be me. The rules, even Jesus had to put up with the jibes, well, he was stealing the power of the so called rulers of the day, so they imagined, well he wasn’t, it was just an awful lot easier when you say it as it is, and stop the acting as so many of them did, in order to secure their jobs and the power they held. A reminder to everyone, you can change it any given day, and once you understand that and think how others feel, the world around you brightens up, and all despair just leaves you, you just have to imagine it.

Children’s Day

Mother’s day, women’s day, father’s day, international this day, international that,. this the other, postcards, preparations, the party afterwards, the novelties, the protests, the speakers, the conference, the global speeches, what a load of what, you ask?

The old musketeers, this is old France, the sun king, the belief in the wonders of God, the upstairs and downstairs attitude, those that exceeded their power, loosing their heads, in every way imaginable, you can’t abuse power and get away with it, have all the tyranny you want, but you are not going to get away with it, there are those who will ensure that, there are those who know what is divine.

Solomon sighed, he saw the attitude on the faces, the lives that jumped forward to another time, saw the breakdown in society, the denial of children, of a healthy living world, then passing on the news to their counterparts of old, the car exchanged for a horse, the law replaced by a sword. This is worth fighting for they say. The roots of our problem sown in the past.

Children’s day, not a roll out of all the great advantages that we fill our selves with, feel good is great, they felt the same way on the Titanic, we are all going on a holiday. All the stress that is created, the effort to focus on the lower regions, its’ very pleasurable they say, but there is time, let us grow up first.

What would they think, those who went before us, not the closed minded, but those who were enlightened, and there are many Spirits, watching our progress, even today, wondering what we are going to do next. Are we going to ruin it for everyone, or do something good. Thoughts for a Monday.