The Helper



Solomon smiled, Yes, that Spirit is still being poured into the universe, and as it escapes the sheckels of the material world, it’s getting stronger. Great events, strange results, miracles, what a change, and it’s all good, you don’;t have to imagine it, amen.




I will send the Helper and he will stay with you for all time, the promise of Jesus, strong words, the apostles look at each other, is he leaving they said. A little while later, the are filled with fear, they see their enemies of the day, leading their man up the hill to his slaughter, soldiers all around, powerless they feel, what did it mean, the Helper, the words almost forgotten.



The Spirit I send he said, will be even able to do even greater things, what did the words mean, well, there he is going up the hill, when they do him in, they will probably come and get us afterwards they think. So they hide, go on the run, frightened, like children who lost their father, anxious, lost, bewildered and very sad. Then the unthinkable happens, He appears to them, Yes he did, they warm up inside, You are not dead, they are in a state of mind few of us can ever imagine, the same feeling that the crowds felt when Lazarus came out of the Tomb, this is impossible.

Prophets are sent, the Spirit empowers, they come from across the world, those who can’t understand langauges meet together, and they hear the voice of God, they understand each other, even though the language is new to them, it’s the voice of Love, the universal song that is in every heart, could this be real, those looking in say they are mad. Then the healing continues, and the voice of Jesus, His Words and Promises, that they tried to quiten gets even stronger. 2,000 years later, the story is still in operation, and many want to continue hearing it, so much for the power of might over Spirit, they just can’t defeat it.




The Escape Route

She reached for the bourbon, drops two clicks into the glass, a few pills in her palm, she is used to them, taking them a long time, her head goes back, the tablets then the jack, she swallows hard, a good night sleep, she hasn’t had one of those in years. The TV is playing, the current offering does not suffice, she plays with the buttons like she was throwing dice. An old movie, she was young when they first saw it together, her eyes well up, the tears will flow, a combination of self pity, and love long lost. Years ago she had the chance, she chose the career over the chance, that love finally found her. Successful in all respects, the trappings are not a problem, the garden is perfect, does she give out about it, usually after a late night of booze, otherwise she is quite calm, till the night comes. She can build, she can encourage, she can motivate, but there is no escaping the hole in her heart.

Solomon sighed, Love has to be a flow, same way a plant can’t live in damp marshy soils, apart from a very few. In the world that attempted to own everything, including our genes, there was no ownership for love, only a responsibility for it’s safe delivery to the next. Many folks had troubles, everyone, some went deep, some went into despair, it was how you dealt with it, decided it all, the escape route. Building walls around your troubles, was only a delay.

 

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Can’t Afford it !

We can’t take him in, she was adamant. James comes home with an elderly man, he’s ragged in appearance, has done it once before. Jane is not sympathetic, she looks the old man over, wonders where they would be safe, where the locks of the inside door are. Her eyes rise up to meet James full on, what are you doing to me, we can’t afford this.

If you let me stay I’ll clean the place, Jack is not impressed by the token words, well meant, but Tony can’t look after himself, he’s got the ageing disease, and friends are few, why me wonders Jack, as he heads for the kitchen, coffee on his mind for his elderly friend, and hopefully some peace of mind for himself.

She screams at the boy, alcohol moves the emotions, he cowers, the five year old, covers his head, is worried about a blow he might receive. The friends look away, it’s a party after all, besides the child should be in bed, but the music woke him, so he comes down, weary eyed, and worried, Mammy didn’t want her possible new boyfriend to see him.

Witness, witness, put a line through it and forget you saw it. The report is another call to the arms, the youth of the district are being assaulted in every way there is. The local dealer has a hold with the police that

Edgar hoover would have been proud of. The pay off will be a few days peace, if they ever decide to act on the intelligence anyway.

Witness, witness, did the birds know something we didn’t. Solomon recalled the dream, he was above the bed, looking down, he see’s a shell break open and then a body emerge, are we all birds, are we born again. A wry smile, he’d experienced that already, amen. Can’t afford to know the truth, you can say that again.

My Interest

My interests he asked, it wasn’t the question she was prepared for, my interests, she didn’t want to be evasive, it was not the question you hear on a first date. Why is he asking me, she makes for the bathroom, her I –

phone is with her. She texts a girlfriend while sitting on the loo, he asked me this what am i supposed to say to him, he’s cute. Between the piddle and the text she gets a few suggestions back. Being honest she didn’t know her own interests, tended to follow the herd, what most did in fact, the road of least resistance. It was now answer time, she comes back smiling, her lipstick is done up, she pouts a fiery smile, hoping it will distract and point him to the late night entertainment, my interests, he sounds as if he wants to get to know me, what was i thinking. She orders them a double sambuca, and another, soon they will stagger from the restaurant, …..but you still haven’t answered my question, what are your interests, he poses the question dressed in her bathrobe, while they discuss the coffee on the table.

Solomon sighed, God knows you from what you practice, amen.

Sharing

Does that sound too much, having to share, imagine it, the apostles and Jesus discussing the value of sharing, well, why do you want to keep it when you have to give it away anyway, and when you get old, they will watch to see how your doing, wondering when they will get their share, meanwhile you will worry about who you left out, while the lawyer reminds you of the tax shelters available while you worry more, about the tax consequence of giving this person that and that person that, well, i never liked her anyway, just make it easy on yourself says Jesus, share while it’s good not while your weak, your father in heaven knows what you do, and you might even be helping an angel, and the consequences of that, your recorded in the annals of the good. And you wont have to worry about inheritance tax or leaving others out, thereby getting rid of all those resentments. I can see saint peter shaking his head, while he calls the apostles over, he’s right you know. Sharing makes everything better, amen. Grumpy old men nod their heads, he’s always right, amen. And when you need help, well, you have it too!.

Where do their ideas come from?

His fingers are tight on the controls, he’s fidgeting with his fingers, it’s getting intense, the bad guy has been spotted on screen, he twists the hand held device, misses the object, his character dies, he loses, begins to cry, tosses the gadget across the room, gives his granny who is minding him an awful fright, where do the ideas come from. She waits till he goes to the bathroom, examines the box, over eighteens only, violent scenes, unsuitable for children under the age, he re enters the room, is a little calmer. She wants to raise the idea with his mother, but is afraid to open her mouth, they might send her away, well, that’s what they do these days when the elderly interfere, well, she’s getting doddery they say.

The twist before the mirror, she pouts, is my ass big in that, her friend just laughs, they are both under ten, but they are getting in on the act, their mothers call it confidence, it’s what the experts say, a good impression of one self is so important, what do the hungry children think of that, impressions. The response from mother, their confidence they say, we can’t do anything to undermine it. It’s the repeat dose, so repeated, everyone has the exact opinion, leaving no doubts, giving comfort to all and sundry, at least your getting that bit right, while they reach for their tranquilizing medication, only three left, must get a prescription for the weekend, suppose it’s the same as the junkie, just a little neater and more respectable, the prescriber wore a suit and had credentials on the wall, while the other dealer, well, in the dark light it was hard to read his face, where do they get their ideas from.

Solomon sighed, they said the same in Rome all those years ago, this God thing is just another of their helpless idols, look what he has done for them, filled them with hope, nothing more. History proved otherwise, but at least we have the remains of the old empire, reminders of their follies, imagine it, they had it all once, now they have nothing.

The Garden

The evening air, the fading light, the warmth, mid summer, sitting around a table, trees to the left, grass at the feet, a beer in one hand, a few friends around. They were meeting with a Spirit, a stranger but a friend, the power of the universe was in their hands. The words of old were lost in translation, one of them utters, they all agree. The number of wars fought in the name of God, all because of the translations. Every way you look at it, it has to be a flowing river, and it has to be allowed it’s natural course. Was he talking about the river, the words, or was it themselves. He them made a triangle with his hands, it’s this simple. We are all part of the living earth, given talents and energies, how we respond is the same plight as the gardener and the crops, it’s what you put into the experiences that decides the outcome. They looked at each other, they were all young fathers, there children’s future depended on what they did, with the garden.

Big Child

He’ll arrive, the child waits, prays regularly, says it in private, no one knows, his prayer. Solomon listened, he was a child too, of His Father, the trouble was, which the small child didn’t know, that those with talents, sold them for cash, to transform their own lives, others an after thought.

At school he concentrates, he’ll arrive, the promise. Day passes into weeks, the weeks become a semester, a year, the child still waits. Seeking comfort, anything to ease his anxiety, he dabbles in playing mind games, when that comfort leaves him, he dabbles with pills, the alcohol follows, the rest is history. The void had to be filled, not with empty promises, but with today. The changes going on globally, were just a reflection of what the Big Child had to endure, just as Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen sang about.

He sits in the corner, doesn’t talk, refuses to co-operate, won’t eat vegetables, he is making his complaint, amen to the Big Child.

Before matters worsened for all the big children, it was time those who hid the secrets of true wisdom,

and the many warnings given down through the ages, opened up. Solomon saw the Holy Spirit, the other gifts too, God Most High was not myth, and those in positions of authority were under the spotlight like never before, amen.

Filling The Void

no more empty spaces, those drab memories, love is not a competition, the winners are often the losers, it’s the heart that needs reminding, we are all gifts of a kind. Solomon was no fan of victim culture, and those who used emotional times to fund raise. how could anyone praise the need for their services, if those that attended them were those most in need, a new mentality was required,and that Christmas spirit was there to remind. So many worrying for a whole range of reasons, so many looking to the new year, forgetting

about the season, and it was hard to blame them. emotionally, these days remind us of love lost, those that have departed, those that went away but never came back, leaving the emptiness inside. Filling the void, was filling the heart with goodness not the hatred so many attach to. He saw miracles everyday, they wondered, why he thought, Just as the Great One promised, fill the void with Love, and watch the world transform around you, amen.