Living in the Head

Do you often feel as if the opinions of others matter more than what you actually think, living in the head as it’s called, someone arrives, has something you want or fear, could be cash, could be a threat, others find them important, always repeating what they said, imposing their ideas, until you can’t think of anything else, as if someone else is living in your head. Solomon sighed, it sounds as if it’s a mind game, getting the better of someone, the pose, the stance, the framing of ideas, until all you can think of, is where do you fit in it all, and so that becomes your life, it’s the same as trying to find a parking space on a busy Saturday, going round in circles, till exhausted, you take the first spot available. The pressure is applied emotionally, your work buddies, you think you can’t be honest, you will only upset everyone else, and who wants to be ostracized anyway.

Solomon was reminding himself, how extremists were always trying to push the buttons, trying to cause over reaction, doing whatever to unhinge the well being of most. He had news for those of such thinking, the extreme element type, There is a God Most High, and the radar is on them. A short prayer he sighed, then every call from the heart is exactly that, amen.

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Addiction

Can’t fill the gap inside, it’s impossible, can’t, I am going to throw up, she is on her feet and moving, not too bad he smiles, geeing up her Spirits. She is seriously wobbly, will collapse at the first obstacle, he holds her arm, he is leading her to the toilet. Spittle at the edge of the mouth, her hair once lush, has thinned out, he waits outside the door, making gestures to himself, this too will pass. Alcohol addiction, what a curse. He listens while she washes up, readies the energy, she will require his time for a few days, in order to get over the worst of it. The nerves will settle, it’s just the encouragement she needs at the start.

The bathroom door opens, there is a smile on her face, the same smile you would imagine on a small baby, after taking it’s first steps, i did it I did it, you sure did he sighed, how easy was that, a little effort, a smile on a face. She makes it back to the bedroom, her glass of water is half full, she will want a refill. A loud sigh, she is between the covers, food he asks, she shakes her head, I will get you a glass of water instead. He leaves the room, ventures to the kitchen, takes a deep breath, slogans come to mind, he makes an effort to ignore them, refills the glass, heads back up the stairs. She is sleeping, day one over he sighs, while leaving the glass on the bedside locker.

With a little help from you friends sighed Solomon, and it’s easy to overcome, an addiction.

Her Freedom, where she asks!

The freedom she is allowed, there is so much so see, it is as if she has been given her sight back,  as well as her dreams,  a far cry from the desert she had once lived. She still remembers the smell of the goats, dung burning in the fire, and the drought. Rescued, she was one of the luckier ones, apart from what they did to her down there, she shakes with fear every time the memory hits, who were these men.

In the Name of God and the prophet they said, he must have been a butcher then, who would do that, only someone cruel and resentful. In the bright light, she has found a new home, among the so called infidels, and she has never been happier. Being able to walk along the street, say hello without having to worry. The fear they sowed into so many hearts, it was not God they worshiped, it was something else.

Her voice can listen to the new sounds, her heart dreams, she is not afraid of her thoughts, she can do things she never did before, and her way of life, so much better as well. Her sisters still live there, her dream is to free them too. The fear they encountered when a stranger came to visit, the fear of opening your mouth, the fear of looking into the eyes of someone, the dreading, the death of the Spirit inside. The books they wrote, were not close to the truth, more an exercise in entertainment, they wear black all the time.

Solomon was putting words on an ugly truth, how Spirit was strangled to death in many hearts, voices squashed, the same way, Spirit was sucked out of so many lives, by the religiously chaste; if it was their intention to appeal to God, it was more an appeal to demons instead, did they not understand how to love!

He was in the middle of a war zone, a peace maker of sorts. The religious of his own family, doing their utmost to curb the loving spirit, based of course, on the intellectual thinking of the religious of course, who daily put mill stones around the necks of so many. There only agenda, was to curtail those that did not agree with them, nothing more. And they had allies, many of them. He was writing it to remind himself, they were not very Godly in mind whatsoever, it was an organisational thing with them, nothing more, and reverence for God Most High was far from their actions.

In the meantime, his Friends from the east were being urged to act, in wisdom. The amount of annoying behaviour that can be tolerated has reached its limit, in the face of divine blessings, and He was calling on all the Holy Prophets, to petition God Most High, as there was not much more that could be tolerated. His enjoyment of Spirit, had been curtailed due to their lack of giving while they spied, and harm had accrued on so many occasions, unnecessarily so, and he found this totally unforgivable, so he was sending it up, along with the plight of all the love trapped in so many hearts, on account of their inactions. His word was online, his efforts were known, they had one concern, to perpetuate the past, nothing had changed in fact, amen.

 

They ought to have been removed, amen. Solomon makes his petition in the Name of Jesus Christ, prayers and petitions made in his name are heard in the Heavens above, the greatest truth of all, amen, when from the heart that loves. He saw so many signs too, ask in the Holy Name, it’s exactly what he’d done.

The young women trapped in the desert, their voices and pleas were being heard… the story continues…..

The Gasping Fish

Johnny trout is gasping, he is finding it hard to breath, another ton of garbage slides off the trawler, big chunk of toxic waste, boy the neighborhood has changed. Yo bro, his cousin calls him over, what is wrong with you, i can’t breath, his cousin sighs, when did you notice it, it has been going this way for years, light weight, what a cod!

Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, remind them Dear Father, they have to do a clean up, and the children are over stressed to, they can’t cope and they hide their ways, the others, wonder if they get away with it, remind them Please, before they turn the oceans to waste.  Solomon sighed, that will get their minds moving, his prayers being heard that’s all, the day of the excuse was finally over.

Can’t Forgive, is that an issue for you!.

An issue for the world, sighed Solomon, another reason to feel angry, the disabling affect of hatred. In doubt, go to the place where you have reason to be angry, feels as if you justify yourself, an eye for an eye, then Jesus comes along, even his followers were upset, forgive!. have you lost your mind. Well, my Father is always forgiving you all, no pun intended, he shows them the scars.

50 million die in the second great war, fifty million, and most of them of European origin, so what happens next; the wise men of Europe decide to form a common market; bringing together foes of old, uniting them under the common cause, for all their welfare. Fifty million dead souls later, what a price to pay, why had they not done it sooner, questions.

In a world where arguments ended in feuds, and bloodshed. The child pushes his bike through the rubble, sighs to himself, how he used to do it with his father, and their friends, that was before, they bombed the neighborhood, He lives in Lebanon. How he wishes to see his father again.

In his low feelings, the extremists comfort him, they have something in common he assumes, eats every word they speak, then they send him on the mission, that will unite him with his Father, well son, you said you wanted to see your father again. Can’t forgive, you know what I mean, amen.

a re blog, forever young….

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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.