It was a media circus, Adolf Hitler never used chemical weapons, George Bush invaded Iraq because of chemical weapons, while those responsible for manufacturing chemical weapons find all the excuses, odd to say the least, meanwhile, the oceans grow toxic, water supplies are threatened, children born with more problems, while the chemical industry thrives, while terrorists try to gain access to chemical weapons, it really is chemical alley, everyone out there is addicted to the stuff , can’t live with them can’t survive without them, chemicals, meanwhile, dubious companies are paid to dump chemical toxins in the oceans, usually in third world places, while there are plastic islands the size of Europe floating in the oceans, all because they banned the old marijuana plant, the provider of such great providence. All the while, in certain nations, they have been using the revered plant to help people with illness, a fact being recognized throughout the world, after the initial damage is done, how enlightening, amen. We are living on chemical alley he sighed, same way the truth about God Most High was denied by many, till the miracles came along.
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.
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.
Human Spirit, well, the foundations, the base upon which you build, that leads to a higher love, yes, that foundation, the stuff that is essential for a well balanced future, not your neighbors, not the cousins, not those over there, your balance, that thing, whatever, you call it gut, you call it instinctiveness, it forms the basis for future building blocks. Remember, the old wisdom of the Indian people of north america, not excluding the hogi, and the Hopi people, there is a Mother Spirit, guiding energy, that points us in the right direction and warns us of dangers to come, obviously very spiritual, interacts with great spirit, God as we know it, that energy, that demands sensitivity when dealing with Spiritual energy. Yes, that energy, well imagine this, sacred lands, filled with old spirit, mystic, communicates with life eternal, and who decides to build a rail road through one of the last remaining dams of wisdom, to save a few dollars, you guessed it, The Donald.
Solomon saw many storms aborted, redirected, and forecasted harm avoided. Great Spirit is benevolent, wants to help, assist us in all we do. And those who practice the way, wake up in the morning to hear The Donald, sign his name to a piece of paper, that removes their peace of mind. The value of money over everything else, not a great way to start a presidency Donald, amen. Many souls played roles they had no idea of, and how they felt any given day, gave rise to all sorts of events. As Jesus said all those years ago, God is in all of us, we just need to create the space, amen.
Loathe him or love him, despise or have no opinion at all, but the politics of the world will never be the same, and complaining about what you should be doing something about, will do you no good. Twenty years of unchallenged assault on the sensitivities of children, the threat to love eternal, the bias’s so many share, well, it’s time to come together and share responsibility, it’s our world after all.
Solomon was listening to the permanent complaint authority, who just gave out about whatever it was they wanted to complain about, while doing zip about it themselves. Were they all blind these last twenty years, it was before their eyes, and the signs were posted on times square. Solomon was smiling at the prospect, everything that had come to pass, pointed towards a world in dire need of change. The message of change was everywhere, and the new global authority, would have to answer to the same authority that sent those signs. those that sought power for power sake, were going to need help explaining their motives.
The storms never arrived, the
weather was spring like, something great was happening, amen.
If we bombard them with the message, and if we offend everyone, they will automatically assume the need for change, and no one will think your for or against them, they will think about what you said about the, Muslims, The Pope, The Mexicans, Women, Wealth, but most importantly, because you have bombarded them mentally, and the media will love it even more, all they will want is change when the time comes. anything but more of the same will do, even if more of the same will be the end result. Donald shook his head. All I have to do is insult everyone, he looked at the mini dress near him, wondering.
Was it not a pity, abusing the well being of all that was good was all they were actually good at. A paper trail of insults and upsets, left two hands on the nuclear detonator, two previous enemies. There is too many of us, too many humans, he heard the neo rights argument, what the world needed was less people. Solomon sighed, they needed less neo types, and more of the loving types.
What a question to ask, whose your Father, what is all this talk about a great change. We are all seekers of a kind he sighed, and Solomon was in the middle of it all, seeking. If he put it in words, it was almost a request, if it was in your heart, the words just appeared on the screen. He was reading a post about the appearance at Garabandal, and the divine appearance to the young children. The appearance of the divine Mother, pointed to a time of change, in and around the current times. Did the amalgamation of the super powers, Mr trump and Mr Putin, point to further evidence of the great change. He’d seen many signs, and it was gut instinct too, the appearance of great spirit, the signs, the numbers, the worship of idolatry, the era of the selfie. it was a continuous
wave, asking us to choose, what side were you on. God lived in the heart, so Jesus says, did we make room “in” there. Then a child comes along and a mother, seeking a room, baby blue eyes and a smile, just as he was reading the article. The sweet mystery of love and how it rubs off on us, when it’s in there.