HIGHER LOVE

Isaiah, the prophet Jesus referred to most of, the apostles too, why, in times of crisis, Isaiah writes,God said, if they only returned to me, I could heal them. Then you ask, how do you communicate with God, a good father will not give you what you want, not always, and if you speak the language of compassion and love, you are going to find the communication channel, communicate with who you ask, your first mistake, thinking of yourself, you have to open the eyes, listen, a family around a kitchen table all talking at the same time, no one hears anything but noise, or a silent kitchen,where all are afraid to express their thoughts, living in fear of a bully, or just afraid to speak, How will you get to communicate with the Most High God, unless you dig a communication channel. Why is reading this far; possibly confusing, what is this, where is it going, so many questions. Put it the other way, if you are given the easy answer,which draws you along,leads you like Hansel and Gretel, you begin to realize how easy it is to fool people, and get them to believe in anything.

Those who lead you to the light, don’t need to play tricks or games, amen.

Paparazzi

Sleepless night, twist all night, no rest, awake, the curtain pull, the size of the mob, how will I escape the mob, so many demons out there, each one wants to get a cut at me, what did I do to deserve this, back to bed, can’t face it. One inappropriate comment, so you are a public figure, some say you deserve it, but your in good company, where did that comment come from, Jesus, they spied on Him all the time, hoping to find fault and use it against Him, have they anything better to do, a sex worker is more honest, Jesus thought that too, your mood is improving, the name alone lifts you.

genocides, mass murder, the rape of huge numbers of women, bombs dropped on the innocent, honest righteous leaders assassinated, and all they want, these so called concerned, is a picture of you, hopefully looking your worst. Gold dust, the worse you look, they sure know how to demolish the Spirit, well, it’s for the fantasy of others, they want to see you fall, after all, the same attitude nailed Jesus to the cross, well, if they had known, they would have been on their knees,repenting for ever, after all, you don’t want to upset the Holy Father, amen.

Moment of inspiration, the covid virus, you send out a double, or near look alike,and when they miss title the image, you plan to sue their balls off,amen, defamation. Mind made up, you have a sudden moment of inspiration, you think out loud, Einstein was good at that too, he got a pass from his psychiatrist, the wonders of reputation, what does the Most High God think, all those years of abuse of the Loving Spirit, mass murder of the innocents, those signs are real, the sun appears, rain stops, golly, having this crowd is not all bad, they are all falling into their own trap, the paparazzi.

No Consequences

Collateral damage, besides those who live there, are ancient, they don’t have a press agent and so their lives don’t matter. The men nod, the presentation, the famine is on the way, the excuses, the men nod again, people die, another voice adds, remember world war two, this village, is only a blip, they have decided to bleach the forest, military style, clearing the way, the native Indians, collateral, we will build schools for their descendants, a laugh in the room, thinking of others, is never for moral reasons, everything is expendable, including the Amazon forest, no consequences.

Networks fighting for control, this is not Mexico, this is business, big cheer in the office, one of them pulls out a bag of coke, the others are amazed, not surprised, they didn’t realize the old man approved, they look at each other, no consequences.

Solomon saw the destruction of Spirit, or more accurately, the dearth of Space, that is if you follow the ancient teachings. He recalls the movie, a good looking woman with the hint of the exotic, is trying to warn the United Nations, about the consequences of the tree cutting in the Amazon, it’s from the eighties, thirty odd years, she reminded him of Jane Fonda, the activist ,no consequences please.

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.

A Child is Born to the world….

I could be watching TV. Well TV is what he heard these last six weeks. A break from the rattle tattle of the office printer he was used to night and day. too warm to move, cosy and wrapped, fed continuously, room was getting tighter, Pushy was getting anxious. Due to make his first official appearance onto the world stage, he’d been holding off this last week, on account of the weather forecast. Cold and icy for the next three weeks announced the weather forecaster a week earlier, just as pushy was ready to make his big entrance. Pushy decided to remain a tummy baby, yet to be born, but like all great actors, waited for the right moment to enter the fray. She’s eating burgers again, washed down with orange juice, pushy liked orange juice, burped inside her tummy, forcing him to shake a leg.

I can feel him moving” smiled Mary. Other friends laughed loudly. Pushy wiggled around trying to get his ear into position. What are they saying, I’m not even born yet and they are making plans for me. Did they ever hear about free will.

Like sliding about, be a baby inside a tummy. Pushy was rolling around in his mother’s tummy. She was on her feet again. She’s eating again, what this time wondered pushy. Smelled okay, he wondered if it was a Chinese, hopefully not. Beef, fresh Irish beef, yummy smiled pushy who was being fed through his mother. The rich smell of Tipperary beef, probably the best beef on the planet. Well, when you have the freshest water in Europe to cook with, to grow with, the outcome is usually wholesome, and good for pushy who could only think of himself.

Do they all speak with that accent wondered pushy, the theme tune to a familiar soap opera waking him up after a short nap. They didn’t speak like mammy figured pushy trying to work out the plot line, moving himself around, trying to get his best ear to the action. The doorbell rang. Shit sighed pushy, he’d never know if they had the affair. New shit tomorrow.

any news yet” asked Jennifer, a friend of mammy’s.

if it doesn’t move soon I don’t know what I’ll do” replied mammy, back on the couch.

This is really bugging me, they are pushing me too far. I’ll surprise them.

More food, spicy shit, this is unbelievable fumed pushy trying to move around his tummy room. Makes you fart, burst even. Dirty tricks department, they are trying to move me. Wait till I get out of here, just you wait. She stopped eating, god that was close. The door closed. It was time for bed. The bump the bump, four more bumps and we’d be on the bed. He liked the way mammy massaged him while they were in bed lying down. He could swim up and down across and for as long as he wanted, unimpeded too. she’s getting fast sighed pushy, not realising that is was he who was growing fastest. I used to be able to stretch, not so much now.

Soft music put him in a trance. She played him frank Sinatra in bed. Good taste, a real smoocher, our frank Nuts, I don’t believe it, not even normal nuts, spicy nuts. She’s trying to do my head in sighed pushy kicking out in disgust. Mary smiled, patted her tummy. Who loves you she said. Pushy listened with rage, how could she eat spicy so late at night. Down there, he often wondered what was down there, never went down there, felt safer up here. He could rest up here, down there and he’d nothing to hold onto. His foot slipped all of a sudden, got caught on a ledge. Pushy held on for dear life. Twisted around, head first, if I go down there I’ll never come back, I’ll lose my comfort zone. Where’s the water gone. Mammy was on her feet. I hear her on the fone. I’m stuck, I’m stuck. Jennifer is at the door. Mammy mammy, it’s an earthquake shouts pushy, does anyone ever listen. What am I supposed to do. Stuck in the black hole, I’m dead I’m dead, ah, ah, I see light, light, god I’m alive, I’m alive, ah mammy, mammy screams pushy, tears in his eyes, tears in her eyes as well.

Lights everywhere, the place smells horrible, voices I never heard all around me, I’m not putting up with this. Pushy cleared his throat and screamed for all his worth. A minute later he was lying with mammy. She’s my mother smiled pushy…. 

Inner Transformations

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We need distraction, but in the end, what about the Real Spirit, did you move it at all, or are you going through the phases as they say in a ball game, more important to be seen.

Solomon sighed, The Spirit was no delusion, fortunately, it’s all real, and far more, that is not yet written, well, there are those who will try to steal the truth, in the hope of fooling others, but with all jigsaws, the last piece, is what makes it complete, amen.

How often does it have to be said, are they waiting for the Celestial moment, the visitation that shakes the foundations of all that you know. And they end on age 231 of the book, gulp, what is the significance of that, and the book of numbers, dudes it’s time you got out of the sleepy haze your living under, what was that horse, change the tune, well……God is mercy and compassion, to be forgiven you must forgive…not words, acts.

He remembers the words of Ezra, the warning of the angels, did anyone take them seriously, the community leaders of the time did, and there are some still committed today, but what use do they have for wisdom, why is reason in hiding, what are the Spiritual leaders doing, leaving it all to God I suppose, basically, well, get the mirror out real fast, God is supposed to live inside you, or have you all forgot.

Solomon encountered Thee Spirit, it’s amazing what it can allow happen, amen.

Every Prayer Counts

 

Every prayer counts, and some prayers had added value, the exploits of the early believers and the old prophet’s clear evidence of it, cannot be denied. So Solomon was praying for divine help for those tonight and today in the middle of this Spiritual war of souls, call it a pep talk, Solomon needed to remind himself everyday, there was no force stronger than God Most High, and no evil spirit had any power or potency of any sort when confronted with Holy Spirit. Across the world, there were men and women on their knees, who did not give up on Faith, who needed more encouragement than any others, their prayers hit the spot, and their spirits needed that lift. He didn’t need reminding, there were those who believed in no God Most High, there were those who would gladly suck what they could from this world, regardless of consequence or coming generations, and there were those who wanted to exhaust themselves on the pleasures of this life, without concern for anyone, and there was evil spirit, that would go on doing what it tried to do, even in the face of God Most High, despite the signs that told them to mend their ways or else, Solomon was putting the seal on it, ensuring he never forgot or others, he was writing it down, amen.

Dedicated souls every day did their thing, some in very dangerous ways, Solomon was asking God Most High to throw his loving arms around them, they have families too, their children, their wives and husbands, their friends, it was not a time to lose, it was not a time to forget. Without others who laid the path, none of us would have made it this far, Solomon just wanted to remind that’s all, amen.

Assassinations in Iraq, Donald Claims credit, talk of war increases, the words of wisdom speak…

I was trying to avoid war pleads Blair, does the guy ever give up, God Most High shrugs, lets him mouth on a moment or two, there is a long list. What did they do about the image from above, he asks Peter.

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They can build bombs, arrange PR, interfere, I want to see immediate responses, and I don’t care for another excuse. Peter is nervous, knows the tone. The divine radar is switched on. Delay it, he can’t. Hears the report, seems they sought more evidence, were unsure. He can’t report that. A major change in the top department is a real possibility. He hears the stories of change, it’s just the same old story, the mind gamers are at it full time. Decapitation of the demon and his, her friends are promised. A report came in, the child was let down again, and the threat he suffered only worsened, the Spirit inside seriously harmed. It’s a pain in the heart and God Most High will not tolerate it.

A worried Peter is unknowing; he has been interceding for a long time, but is stuck for a reason, and the plague that has been ongoing for too long, has been allowed to drift on, when they could have acted. The cosmetic changes, don’t meet the criteria for a renewal, something has crossed the barrier, a plea too far.

God looks at the report of the adult vice commitment, they are sewage in the eyes of children, and gives life to evil, it can’t be allowed go on. Leonard Cohen is in the outside room, he is waiting for a few words with the boss.

Peter swishes by, he doesn’t acknowledge Leonard, trouble wonders Leonard, he and peter are fine friends. Leonard raises his eyebrows; he has the usual suspects in mind. The robes that drape the vision, he knows who they are, but they are so widespread; it’s hard to tell who is and who isn’t.

I told you last year, I gave you the order, God raises his voice, Peter trembles, words mumble from his mouth.

Well, silence.

The last time he put the finger on the pulse, there was a public outcry, but it didn’t last long. The threat ceased, but it had reared it’s head. God was reading the prayer of the child, he is pleading, why me!.

Damn it Peter, I have been patient, what happened.

The usual suspects Father.

God waves his hand, peter leaves.

Leonard says, can I go in as peter trickles past.

Red or white, red answers Leonard.

God passes the crystal over, he sighs. A bridge collapse down below.

I sent you those words for a great purpose you know.

And a voice adds Leonard with a trademark smile.

The problem is they think it’s accidental, as if it never would happen again. God looks over at Leonard, sees the confused expression on his face.

Those invested with power stole it, those down below, all because of free will and that other mistake.

Mistake, Leonard is hearing things, mistake doesn’t understand it.

Succession Leonard, I should have put a number on it from the beginning, put a time on it instead.

You can change it can’t you asked Leonard.

I did, many times, retreated many times when I ought to have acted forcefully.

Ever have children Leonard asked God

You know I have

No I mean do you remember the time when you had the awe of a child in your heart.

Leonard sighs, I see what you’re getting at.

Exactly, it doesn’t happen too often, that awe is fast disappearing, and it is something I can’t ignore, its life for Spirit.

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I got them to go to the ends of the earth to select a new C.E.O., they had no choice.

It seemed to work quipped Leonard, who was not overly enthusiastic.

I thought he was going to do a full clear out, and renew the Spirit.

A pang of guilt crossed Leonard’s mind, but dissolved as quickly. Everyone took if for granted, least he tried.

I can’t allow the Spirit to dwindle and this last report, he handed Leonard the sheet. Leonard read it, as he did, his eyes filled with tears.

He handed back the sheet, I understand he sighed.

I get this everyday, but this child had it from the start and a helper too, was showing extraordinary Spirit. He lit the room he was that bright.

The wines good though smiled Leonard

The wine, God was reminiscing, children are not unlike wine.

Leonard had his guitar with him, and began one of his famous strums.

I heard that one, it’s one of my favourites smiled God.

A half hour later, the bottle was empty.

Outside a group was waiting to enter. Who is in there asked Peter, who was guiding the group. Peter put his ear to the door, heard the guitar. He looked at the group.

You might have to wait awhile. When Leonard and the chief got together, the evening extended itself.

Young Eyes

Four years old, forty years old, sixty years old, the eyes are still young, it’s how you view things. Young, you want to see more, old, you’ve seen too much, in the middle, you want to see some more. Everyone has their own interpretation. The church elders see the season, they call it commercial Christmas, too much based on selling, well, we do call it the season of giving, are we supposed to feel bad, do you want us to fall to the misery of others.

Solomon saw the young eyed lady, well, she was bored, waiting for her guardian to get her coffee over with, I want to go home and share my days with my other friends, there is a feeling of sharing inside, everyone compares, that’s called being human. What is the difference between an oak and a willow, they are all trees the cynic says, so the cynics say, and Christmas has become too commercial, not really. Lured to buy presents for others is no social disorder.

Solomon wished there were more Christmas moments in the world, when people felt empathy towards each other, and in his opinion, it applied to all the faiths, amen.

Edit Your Head

What do you mean, well, they say behind your back what they are afraid to say to your face, Solomon was reminding himself of the power of Jesus’s and I mean power, his words came with authority, they were not a wish, or stuff you want to happen, they came with the power of His God, the Creator of the universe. Jesus wanted harmony, well being, respect, forgiveness, charity and compassion, well, how else could you enjoy the Father, and the great gift you have been given.

When Pharisee’s annoyed him or were talking about him behind his back, he just reminded them. Say what you like about me, Insult the Holy Spirit, well, that’s the line you can not cross, ever. With it being Christmas, the season for all that is good, well, it’s celebrated for many reasons, but for believers, enhancing the reputation of the Father, is tops. Being a Child of the divine, you have to make the effort, you are called to eternal life after all.

With the blurb flying everywhere, buy this, that, be kind, and the other stuff, what are you going to give me, there was a lot in the heads, along with the mad news from the political world, who could imagine what was going on. So Donald has brought all the dirty laundry to dry cleaners, and there is so much of it, it would remind you of the oceans full of plastic, it’s everywhere. Time to edit the head, without a clean environment, there is no life.