A Total Recall

 

Ever the feeling, the one thought that is constant, it floats from mind to mind, the moment when the stranger will appear, invisible but very real. How our Spirits are interfered with, the power of thought and well being curbed, as if someone had applied a break. It must be on so many minds, apart from those addicted, well addicted is too hard a word, it assumes medical need, the suppression of an old habit, it means there is something wrong, what are we going to do about it, almost. No, no, the scale of the problem, so damn political, the scale of the issue, sounds a lot better, particularly to the addict, a business proposal more the truth, you will pay for the therapy, you can pay me back later, the connotations, you can read so many ways. But the stranger in the room, the heckler in the audience, the noise that wants to make noise, the head miner, feeling for anxiety, hoping to exploit, Solomon was listening to it all, and most importantly, the stranger in the room, total recall.

We lived in a world where news was used to exploit undermine and unhinge at times, those receiving it, some call it head mining, others call it propaganda, Solomon sighed, it wasn’t exactly new or anything, it just happened that, that same power to harry people, was now in nearly every pair of hands in the world, total recall, smell the coffee.

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We’ll meet in my Tent says the Dali Lama..

A messenger has come, the “wise” are assembled, the ear of the Holy Divine is burning, the latest atrocity is a news story no one wants to hear; there is too much fear in the system, and the Great One wants something done about it.

(If they can poison the air so readily in Syria, they can do it anywhere!, this madness has to be curtailed, what chance have the bees got!)

So he summons the wise  men and women of Faith;  The Dali Lama, Suleyman The Prophet, the Leaders of The Christian and Islamic faith, to a meeting with Jesus in the desert. How can they solve other peoples problems when they can’t solve their own, it’s been going on awhile, something has got to give, or someone has got to give. The Great One is inside the tent too, behind the veil, he listens.

Sunny day at the oasis, what else, a mid twenty degrees and a sweet breeze, not enough to raise the sands, but cool enough to keep everyone cool under the collar, no excuses. The agenda is simple; all the leaders of their Faiths have to deal with in fighting, and this had been going on a long time, did they not listen to Jesus when he warned them about divided kingdoms; they fail.

“We have obeyed the Great Prophet in all that he asked” says Suleyman

The Dali Lama sighs,

“why is your great religion divided then, why can’t you go back to the cross roads and start again, people are afraid of the anger you share for those of your own faith; can’t you make it plain, you say Jesus is number three in your order, well if that is so, why do you ignore his teachings then!”

“What do you mean asks!” Suleyman,

Jesus is sipping some nice tea and having a few blows from a hookah; he is the only one interested in the pipe, a sweet blend, he enthusiastically partakes. When the others refuse it he quips to himself, maybe they should try each others company more often rather than hide away among their own; who isn’t afraid of what they do not understand. He takes the pipe to his lips, inhales.

“and what about the Jewish question?” adds the Dali lama, who is all smiles as usual.

Jesus raises his eyebrows, it’s a thorny issue, he thought that was dealt with, but it regularly raises it’s head, always when change is on the menu; the usual excuse, point in the other direction, he reaches for the hookah, peace man he sighs.

Inside the veil of wisdom, The Most High listens, and while those outside are not divided for once; they are talking, He sows wisdom in them. A week later, they announce, a new prayer, one for all of them, a small step, but a game changer. When the sworn

enemies became brothers the light they form enlightens….

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.

Donald’s Big Gun Story

Don’t open your mouth, hold your breath, that’s important, slowly, very slowly, now ease the trigger. The school principal is on the range, doing an examination. Have I time to adjust my glasses he says. There is a bead of sweat on his brow. He is training for the new core curriculum, according to Donald.

Solomon watched the TV debate, a first in real time, Donald himself doing the chairing; it’s candid, it’s not showy, and behind the scenes, TV executives are anxious, what is he going to do next. 400 million legal fire arms, a human army, in one country; this is not Afghanistan, (they have to import their weaponry, so do the Mexicans) this is real time America. In the public outcry after the school shooting, something has to be done, the thorny issue, the gun lobby, and the right to bare arms (not get a tan by the way, but to hold a gun). Is exploitation the new core industry everywhere?

Trillions are at stake, and every war zone and dictator in the world depends upon the arms industry. And getting your product to the market place, inevitably involves the loss of life. It’s called security, there are many ways they frame the issue. Hysterical officials and politicians, all have the same call, something has got to give;. it’s the arms industry or it’s us.

Dexter you are squeezing too hard his instructor says. Dexter is getting high on the smell of the gun powder, the burning smell, it hits the nostrils, Dexter always wanted to be John Wayne.

Donald might upset many people, but this time he got his aim right.

Is the world a safer place, is there a threat online, are we being cushioned from a greater truth. Solomon watches the conference. He changes channels, momentarily. A suburb of Damascas, it’s raining bombs, neighborhoods in ruins, planes fly overhead. He switches back, the conference is still going on. A day later, they are still raining bombs, the guns are still being manufactured. Naive perhaps, maybe, but there was a time not long ago, when it was difficult to acquire a good illegal smoke. Years later, it’s everywhere. Same for the arms industry. amen.

Solomon encountered the cloud, and saw blessings flow. He encountered Great Spirit, the real kind not the imaginary. He saw the signs, the repeating events, numbers too. How many reforming super groups, all reforming. It spoke of the divine influence. Imagine it, real time proof of divine assistance, it is a good time to be humble and mean it. amen

The Dark inside

Bitten by a dog, the child is young, develops a phobia, doctor calls it normal, given the experience. Everyone agrees, who could recover from such an experience, a young man, full of spirit and intense with his ideals, wants to see the best in everything, wants to see evil punished, believes in his country, well, someone better will come along. You are now a marine sir, is soon sent to Vietnam, returns shell shocked, addicted, life is never to same, the expert says so, everyone agrees, who could recover from such an experience. Others call it a disability, a situation you can’t deal with, but a situation others can handle, so you are different, based on your experiences; are we agreed, yes we are!.

25% of the world, addicted in some form, the numbers are actually higher in truth, so many of us are good at disguise, he is busy all the time, she is a career girl, busy. Turn on the TV, listen to the radio, what is your profile, what time of day, advertise laxatives to the elderly, advertise underwear to the young, one group interested in being able to live with a little dignity, the others group interested in personal appearances; the dark inside, getting the balance right.

Solomon heard of fishing, it had been going on a long time.

Old Times – a re blog

TV Land My favorite Westerns When I was very young We had no TV A radio is all we had I remember this to be. We all gathered around And listened to the Jack Benny show And popular songs we sang along At least the ones we know. Then […]

via TV Land My favorite Westerns~by rldubour — OUR POETRY CORNER

Getting Married, or where did all the years go!

marriage, they were drinking in a downtown bar, an early house. Seven in the morning, the heads were drowsy, the hangover affect, the brain slow to engage, the words just a mutter, a sigh, a fart, what a life.

“Life is a marriage!”

What do you Mean jack?

Well, the day your born your into it, and the day you die you dissolve it, isn’t that a marriage. His friends looked at him, maybe that was it. Divorce was akin to a breakdown, a RETREAT. They shake their heads, his companions. You got it wrong they say. Marriage is a relationship bond, the promise to hang together not alone on the journey. When we get carried away, children arrive and we settle down.

The same way life is a marriage, the older you get, the more becalmed you become.