Titans Anonymous Announce Extension of Group meetings, as attendances soar?

News on the wire, hot off the press, the insults fly, we get it our way, no one gets in our way, God laughs out loud, I never had this sort of entertainment in years. The Boss looks at the noisy titan, made more noise than anyone else his age, is this how the children get when they begin to loose their marbles, well, when you don’t  get your way, see how they react, Children sighed The Most High, take him away, and for Heavens peace, will you put a gag on his mouth, he is waking the animals.

Solomon read the signs, the changes were being accompanied with Heavenly support, hold firm, and your faith will see you through. Forget the worries of the future, live today, do something life giving, please don’t complain. The numbers were all over the place, pointing towards an eternal destiny, nothing to be anxious about, start today.

Great the number who lived inside their fears, pointing to others, trying to escape the notice of their friends, deflecting blame, anything to get the focus off them. Jesus told the early believers, it’s going to be tough sometimes, but remember this, God the Father and Heaven is real, don’t miss the boat on this on. They looked at him, have faith he replied, a blind man is passing by, can you help he asked of the Great Teacher, the man wakes up with his sight, he just had to believe.

The meetings

are awesome, around the corner there is a line of well dressed men and women, a child is passing in the other direction, asks his mother, I thought those people never had to wait, is it an Oscar party or something the boy asked. His mother smiled, no darling she said, they have to meet with God, Wow says the boy, it must be important, they are all so well dressed up. The mother sighs, my sweet innocent child, I hope I have reared him well.

Is it possible….

Dante writes, he saw turmoil in the fourteenth century, when men of the organised religion lived like prince’s, sided with wealth, and often condemned innocent men and women, to all sorts of horrible existences, sometimes death, under the cover of the cloak of God they wore, which they used as a tool to control fortunes and  lives, when they were supposed to promote peace and goodwill. Not all, but those who sought position, in other words, those of the Ego.

He wrote of Venice under a flood, and today I am reading the words Dante wrote, his epic poem, translated of course, and Venice this day is under the most serious of flooding ever.  Oddly enough, this flooding, is reminding us of our neglect of the living environment, same as the signs that are appearing, reminding us of our divine inheritance, amen.

Solomon  sighed, we are being directed towards the Father of all creation, and while that Spirit flows it’s time ourselves, we too, are in the vineyard, and as in Venice, a major clean up is required, amen.

 

The Great Promise

I will send the Holy Spirit, he will come and tell you the words, you will be defended, nobody, no power on earth, can overcome the Spirit that I will send. The apostles look at each other, great, I hope he is not telling us lies. Jesus raises the eyebrow, they will get it eventually, he has much to do, but he told them, it will be okay. Two thousand years ago, what a promise… many years later, struggling writer is at the desk….

The Spirit arrives, he writes a few cures, it begins to happen, he can find the words, they just come, incredible. It’s real, praise the lord he smiles, his fingers on the keyboards, you mean you can write a better future, Yes you can, amen. Better wish carefully, amen.

He’s not one of our’s!

What, Solomon was reminiscing on the differences between people and religions, and how the mountain was climbed from many different directions. The words of the early apostles came to mind, they complained to Jesus, he does what we do and he is stealing our thunder was the gist of their inquiry, he’s not one of us, Jesus of course sighs, if he’s doing good, he’s a friend of mine.

So much was made of them and us, from the clothes you wore, to the car you drive, to the different versions of success, mostly material, practically, all material, fine. What difference did it make what level of the titanic you sailed on, nothing in the end, amen.

Tribal Warfare Ends

The good the bad the indefinitely stubborn,

competition and no sight of a resolution,

both tribes crossing the divide, mingling

virtues power their drug, just as it is for

almost everyone, no sign of the divine referee,

who only acts through souls worthy of graces,

many of them sullied beyond redress, the devil

smiling smugly, this will last forever, well, the best

wine is served last, it’s been served everywhere,

and the evil doers on all sides are having the worst

nightmare of their lives, a bolt of love has pierced

the shield, created to contain our hopes and loves,

amen, and struck the heart of God Most High, whose

been spotted in the sky, rejoice, times they are a

changing, finally something worth waiting for has

arrived, and it’s in all of us, everyone who believes

in Love, acts in the mind of love, will be touched by

the heart of God, when you pray, push your fears

guilt hurts aside, just forgive, and the change will

happen sooner, all across the globe, halleluiah!!!

two tribes, one resolution, heaven on earth, one

bolt of love, what could be simpler, as Jesus said,

all those years ago, you just have to believe, and

when the holy spirit comes, you will have them cold,

So it has proved to be!!,