Wine

Good for the digestion, it slows you down, can be enjoyed with a friend, you don’t tend to guzzle it, has been around a long time, and if it’s good, it’s the skill of the winemaker, along with the weather.  Solomon sighed, a face, those were the days, no routine, a late start, the creation of a real Spiritual world, well being in the hearts of the guests. How we treat others, and how it affects us, the ricochet affect. Rich man is talking of poverty, explains the needs, makes clear cut points, seems wise, but when it comes to passing the wine, it’s to those who can do favors for him, making his words hollow in the hearts of those who actually listen.

Solomon read an article of news, a corner piece, the Pope had 5,000 to dinner, fed them, the menu exciting, and in his address, he explains clearly, those who have excessive wealth in times of great need, have to share it, if they are to call themselves believers, share the wine. How many speeches and great words sound empty ,when the actions of the same mouths don’t comply with their words, bitter wine in the mouth of many.

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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.

The Reason You Exist! TRYE…

TRYE, the reason you exist, big question, I haven’t time for this, I have a plane to catch, the speech is half prepared, and the babysitter is late, I know why i exist, will someone find me a nappy, Jesus, can babies shit, where are the wipes, damn it, those creams are so sticky, on my god, someone has dropped the nappy on my speech, please stop crying, the reason I exist, how the hell am i supposed to know this, I will deal with it later.

Pouring over the speech, worried about delivery, the pause, you have to get it right, like a catwalk model who know’s how to pose, timing, it’s important just to pause at the right moment. Tipexed out, you pass the splotched paper to your assistant, she will even wash your dirty underwear, and your smelly socks, she depends on you for her living, and the ball of cash, a dependent of sorts, you can’t exist without each other.

Eight in the evening, and you return home, exhausted, you fall onto the couch, the baby sitter smiles, baby ate and slept well, you sigh, i can deal with that, one of these days baby will be going to school, and you will smile, cause you were responsible for getting her that far, well, you and the babysitter, why do I exist you ask. You climb the stairs to the bedroom, you feel your chest tighten, panic hits you, is this the moment, when you won’t exist.

The hospital is bright, your helpless, wires stick you, and machines all around you, suddenly, all you can think of, why have I been doing all this. You realize your an egotistical smile, the money you made will never be spent, and the friends you have, are not friends ,just acquaintances, the only thing you have in common, wealth, and there is no feeling in that, unless your making plenty and getting high on the buzz. Why do I exist, the question runs through your head, the doubts that can’t be hidden by a busy routine.

You exist to overcome the material, in favor of Spirit, for how can it fly, if it’s burdened by what is temporary, amen, how can you pass it on!.

The Head Liners

The stuff the head fills with, the recall, the continuous reminders, the little triggers, the wearing out of the resistance, the cry of a child, that won’t give up till it gets your full attention. Escaping the fear, the words of threat, where do you go, the authorities can’t be trusted, everyone can be bought. Inside, the thoughts swing over and back, the lion and the hyenas, they are fifty of them, One lion, they wear him out, the constancy of their efforts, he will have to fall, will tire him out, eventually he will set down and be taken. The stuff that gets in your head, you haven’t got this, you ought to have that, as for your car, the subtle reminders, you are just a consumer, targeted, played. It was the same story all those years ago.

Solomon was reflecting, the children were on their way back to school, moms and dads were getting them ready, new books, the uniform, new shoes, all the bits you need to fit in, no child wants to be left out. He recalls the times of the early believers, and all the appeals by the early apostles, to their growing numbers of believers. They were having a hard time, they were being taunted, goaded, where is he then!. The parade of wealth before them, the ancient roman empire, and how it rewarded those you were servile to it, well, Caesar triumphs over the world, long live the emperor. The troublesome believers, a threat to the old religion, a threat to Rome, the pressure is applied, examples are made of the most vocal, to put off any new recruits. Two thousand years ago, no computers, no red cross, no united nations, just the promise of Jesus, hold tight, the kingdom of God in inside you, you just have to believe.

Today there are great changes going on; the world is topsy turvy, the old regimes are loosing power, and the Spirit that is crossing the world, points to heavenly powers. Solomon could vouch for it. He encountered the Spirit, and held firm, saw many wonders, don’t forget, fill the space inside you, will loving thoughts, death is not the end, just the beginning of the next leg of the journey. As for the head games, ignore them, they too will pass. One thought and they could be transformed into babbling fools, amen.

The Women in Donald’s Life….

Frothing mouths, glee over the potential fall of “The Donald”, we are going to get rid of him, on both sides, the fixers and schemers assume it is going to be business as usual, the great divide, you have your half we’ll have ours, the trade off continues, and this time, there will be no mistakes online. Honey, I just read a report, what she says, she is doing her nails….

“ice problem in Greenland!”

“what!”

I can’t believe it she says, shouting, damn I missed a spot, she is after dabbing her skin with scarlet colored nail gloss.

“What!”

“where does he get the energy to do all that stuff!”

“Greenland honey!” he dabs his hearing aid into the ear, must get a new battery he sighs, she never listened anyway, they are on their way to an NRA gathering.

Greenland, who goes there anyway.

Meanwhile, while the experts prepare for the Next change, the children wake to their bullying phones, and get on with it, the younger ones, slaves to the desires of the older ones, while the adults play adult games, as if money will fix all problems.

Solomon sighed, he read the story Moses, and the visit to the mountain. The playground they called earth, was changing, he hoped they were listening. As for Donald as the women, who’d remember them in a year….

Under Pressure…

Homework, ambition, the dreams, the eyes set on the future, the plight of the animals, the stress of the oceans, going to do something about it, attentive in class, listens, has a plan, and wants to get on, typical young girl, has ears, can see listen and remember, doesn’t understand the world, is still growing, will turn into responsible lover of all that is good, provided she escapes, the lures, the temptations, the various distractions. Her parents try to shield her, she has potential, her teachers applaud her, one of a kind they say. Special provisions taken, kept out of harms way, hasn’t full access to the world, too young to understand it anyway, they don’t want her thrown out of the nes

t till she can fly, and fend for herself, otherwise they’d be, delinquent, her minders.

Not an untypical scenario, the emotional child, a bit deflated, having a difficult time, the pressure, knows he has the talent, has made them all shine around him, but it’s a busy world, the friends, come on johnny, have a look at this, come on, he knows he shouldn’t, has no interest, but one day, when he is less resilient, he might venture in, the lure, this will take the pain away, he notices, the others are all laughing, why shouldn’t he, the needle, and they smoke it too, well, when he is under pressure and unsure, the herd usually gets it’s way.

Solomon sighed, the signs above, the reality of divine assistance, it came with a certain responsibility, well, he had no doubts, that life was a gift, how do we use it, young Mary, can’t be sheltered all her life, and those other young souls, how are they supposed to avoid those traps; a new mindset was required .When your hurt, you think a little faster, amen.

I had a Dream…

Actually, I have had lots of dreams, Great Spirit was talking to me, I saw the pictures, first came the fears, He said okay I understand, got it off my chest, I sighed, and slept on, the visions came to me, the contradictions, the armies that unite in the way of Love, and it was simply this, I saw impoverished countries, third world, the poor were drinking out of tin cans, while the army rolled around in glossy tanks, and I said to myself, or Great Spirit said, why is there a need for all these countries to arm themselves, and the answer came immediately, cause there are others who will use arms against them, and those willing to finance them, in particular if there is any wealth involved.

The pictures in the glossy brochure, with it’s assortment of products, all designed to Kill, the various sales people, reporting from all the trouble zones, giving their opinions on the value of the market, and the PR king asking if there is anything to help the decision along. In the waiting room, the next tyrant waits, he sad story of evictions on his lips, telling them how good it will be for all, once we get rid of the sitting one. The glee of the President, even the white house approves, and the circle goes on.

Meanwhile, women walk miles just to get a bucket of water, roads cracked, hospitals that survive on first world hand outs, while the soldiers on the street, parade the latest technology there is, while great wealth lies underneath the soil.

It was a vision that was the opposite to what Love demands, it was a reminder of the demons that exist, when Money is all there is. So I asked for an answer and got some good arguments, without the ability to defend ourselves, we would not last a week, we have to have the arms, who will defend us. In the off shore haven they pile the cash, the demons among them, cause cash is the new King, so the dream went on.

Solomon sighed, the signs from the Heavens, were more powerful than all the arms in the world, and no amount of argument could alter that simple truth, and with the signs from above, it was only wisdom, that those on the earth, sat down, and finally realized, they were no longer in control, even if they thought they were, they are just custodians, nothing more. In the past, they silenced so many voices, but those days were done, and dusted, amen.

Oh What a Dream…