The Reality of Potential

There is a power inside you, gifted children know this, the Power of Eternal Life, amen. Unburden yourself of this world, it was said many years before, Solomon was reminding himself, words created the world, words will bring the great change. The ancient world is littered with the same story, the trial the tribulation and the recovery, the Prophet who comes after the flood, and the effort to create a civil world. It was a case of the world we have come to accept, and all the injustices, and the role of a certain group, and the way so many lives end up controlled. As an old friend said, the only time she finds peace is while in the graveyard, among the resting souls. Why this is so, the continuous conflict that goes on, and the way so much of the world became a political game, vying for your attention, your money, and your soul.

Solomon had a dream, a child trapped in another world, her Spirit struggling to free itself. It could have been an unhappy marriage, a caste world, a closed community, any place where truth and freedom was denied. It was so clear it had to be real, Spirit Love was trapped. We’ll look after you if you join us, promise of most power groups, we’ll help you, if… There was no if’s to divine love, and those who made support conditional, were just usurping the Spirit within many. Having encountered the Holy Spirit, like Love, it was not a condition that he join any one group, just responsible. So he prayed, and the affirmations came, and many wondered.

She is in school with her friends, daisy is young, has a friend Mary, best friends. They share their thoughts, Daisy lives in a closed world, she wishes she could be normal like Mary, but the community wont allow it. So much potential is lost, and all the while they claim of believe in the way of Jesus.

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Beat Me Up Scotty

The first blow sends her into shock, she has never seen him this way. The expression on her face shocks him, she has never seen her that way either. She feels her face, rubs the cheek, feels for anything broken. His adrenaline gets a hit, he is shocked at it. I’ll never do that again he swears. They embrace, he rubs her face, she is afraid, it will never happen again babe. The trust she has, is shaken, but she forgives him, it wont happen again. He’s a record of doing it. He knows how women cowl, give in and blame themselves. Love is a very potent form of dependency for those who already feel vulnerable.

Blood on her face, he is getting high on it, the kick to the ribs, her arms go defensive, he is getting excited she is worried about the kids, doesn’t want the neighbors to find out either. It’s repeated every few months, the doctor ignores the bruises, her friends had stopped calling round, just when she needs them, she is all alone. Blames herself, Stop. The angels were in the room watching, sends the helpers. Artists write songs, authors put words on it, social services call to the house. Dudes, didn’t you know there is a God!. Solomon was not in doubt, he had seen so much, it was enlightening. In a moment God could turn everyone into babbling fools, as sure as he allowed those with his Spirit to perform miracles, amen.

Modern Wisdom Streams….

It’s raining again, what a glorious feeling, time to stop and start thinking, it’s raining again, a pause in the momentum, the headache you just can’t ignore, maybe your body is telling you, maybe it’s a time to reflect. Solomon sighed, he looked out the window, fresh streams of life giving water were pouring from the sky, there wasn’t much to do, but being a writer he wasn’t that much affected. How wisdom uses her great charms to stall us, get us to think for awhile, before we make those life changing decisions, think before you act. He read the ancient books, and was getting around to the rest. The wisdom of Jesus, wisdom is the continuous stream, so are the blessings that come from heaven, so long as you are prepared enough to receive them, basically, what did you do in the past, or what you were going to change going forward. An old man was speaking to him, a wise old man, roguish but full of integrity, he enjoyed a few pints.  It used to be about Children, but it seems the adults hijacked it, Christmas that is. It was hard not to agree, but perhaps everyone was a child anyway who just had grown up. Grown up he sighed, what did it mean, what happens when it happens too soon, what about the middle part, when it rains on you and you are forced to stop awhile and reflect. The weather was a timely reminder. He recalled a friend, and it reminded him, of the adult threat many little ones faced. Least being aware of it, made it less of a threat, the awakening continuing. But in all seriousness, were we all being treated like small children, give me what i want and i’ll be quite, amen. If that was the case, we were already addicted, next. God Most High unearthed wisdom for us, from the strangest of sources, words from the hearts of those who opened the hearts of more. Maybe that was the reason for the rain, without we were withered

, too much and we would drown, wisdom, use it as a stream, and let it continue to flow, amen.

Light Sleeper

He hides his emotions, prefers to store them away, he’s not understood anyway, everyone is busy, it’s just the way, he climbs the stairs to the sleeping room, one day he sighs, there will be light and no more gloom. He’s heard it from a friend, you can make the future what you want, you just have to write it down, and have a soul that is connected that way. What do you mean he says, is there a magic source, his friend points to the sky, that’s your friend, it’s a sunny afternoon the day they have this conversation. Anyway, up he goes, he’ll read a book awhile before he settles down to sleep. You just have to dream it he said, or was it write it, he can’t be sure,  in the middle of a half sleep, not sure where he’s heading.

He’s on a space ship, is he leaving the world or discovering a new one, he can’t make out, but he continues to dream. His best friends are with him, they pal together in class, they are not like the other kids, they are not cool or any of that stuff, the teacher says they are slow, so they formed a class out of them, for the so called slow children among us, what’s the rush as they say, going nowhere in traffic is going nowhere in traffic no matter how smart you are.

The ship climbs, leaves the earth behind, wow says one of his friends, from up here it looks so small, and down there we are treated as if we are small, what a difference the view makes adds another. Wouldn’t it be great if we found God or someone who knows him, it could be a her says Wendy, always the mother, whatever, would it not be great if we found the source of all light. The dream continues, the ship enters the cosmos, till they finally encounter God Most High.

Well children, you’ve come a long way to see me, meaning, you have gone to a lot of trouble and pain and you still believe in me, what is it i can do for you then?

Patrice Mulumba

He smiles in his dream, how about this, just fill us with the wisdom to get rid of the evil that corrupts our world, and then..You want more asks God, well, we have friends you know!

Child awakes refreshed, a new zest inside him, starts thinking of what he wants put right in the world, and it then begins to happen, how about a dream like that he says to his friend, the light sleeper, amen.

 

 

my woody allen moment

i guess it does not matter, you live thousands of miles away, your probably sipping some cheap wine the brand i can’t say, pour me another one I’ve a driver today, she smiles as she fills your glass there is a twinkle in her eye, what was that about Guantanamo bay, as i was saying before you refilled my glass, i’ve a secret report in the office upstairs i was wondering if you’d take a look, she goes to the bathroom he’s hot she thinks inside, a little perfume on the hips and some rouge for those beautiful eyes, i was trying to make you aware of Guantanamo here, is anyone listening, this has been going on for years, the bill arrives and he takes out his card gold plated he’d have it no other way, she tries to hide her growing enthusiasm but her eyes give it away, they sparkle.find them blind them bamboozle and rein them in, it’s easy to confuse abuse them then choose among them, the broken and the despairing the hopeful and the alarmed, just make their lives confusing rue’s and wont’s, get them to a point when they are running around in circles, them you move in selecting and isolating, take out the brains and you take out the power in them, emotionally cripple by means of boredom then offer help to restore them, soon they will be eating out of your hand, little do they know the plans you have for them, like some dinner today we’ll talk about food later, now you are co-operating that’s a good sign, another form of medication but it’s the emotional type so you compromise, the subtlety of addiction, food, it leaves you with nowhere to hide, wonder what they are thinking looking down from above, another days work to be done, and whatever you do, don’t let them find release in religion, God knows that can go on for ever.