Friends From Heaven

So many spend their existence climbing the ladder, hoping to mix with those who have, spending their lives gathering what they will have to give away in the end, perhaps praying more as they age, hoping, while holding on to what chains them to the material, recalling their friends who have gone, wondering if they will meet after they pass, wondering who are their friends in Heaven.

Solomon paused, there was talk of change on the talking drums, was it talk, or was their going to be action. To have lived with those who lived fulfilling lives, who are recalled on account of their kindness, recalled cause they were compassionate, recalled because they were not the judging type, recalled because they leave a legacy worth remembering.

The Great truth, in times of old, the certainty of Heaven, and life mirrored that belief in many places; there is a God, you better listen and whatever you do, don’t offend him. Solomon sighed; when you know this truth for certain, and for certain he knew, it was wise to leave a legacy that others would find helpful, in their time too.

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Praying For Perseverance — SaintlySages re blog, the value of Praying

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Father Girardey explains why it is necessary to pray for the grace of final perseverance. He writes: “The greatest saint on earth stands in absolute, need of prayer for his perseverance, because frequent, constant prayer is the indispensable means the just have to persevere in God’s grace and friendship. The crowning grace of perseverance cannot […]

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Come Follow Me

Strong words, requires trust, the need for bravery, but lets stop here, the news was of another world, the ability to rise the Spirit, the ability to make well, put down your worries and leave them behind, follow me. How can you do without and still have enough, the words are a contradiction, how can they make sense, what is the meaning of the world, what is the meaning of the word, how can God live inside you, who can do that. These are the thoughts surrounding the early apostles, and early followers. What is my life without all those things, I feel better with a Jet in the car port, my pride rises, it makes me feel good, others think better of me, and you want me to give it all up. It must have been a bit of a downer, having so much of this world then realizing it didn’t count for anything ounce it was over, you life. Solomon had many plus and negative moments, made some difficult choices, same as many before. Listening to the words, give it all up for me, what can that mean.

Solomon slept in it over night, the answer was easy. The stuff of this world does not last, it doesn’t matter, it is out when your gone, what else is there to leave. Solomon recalled the names, those that inspire us deeply, the stuff that moves the soul and heart, he never saw a price tag on it though. It’s easier for the bird to fly when the load is light, amen.

Focused Resentment

Elections cause and affects, how those dark energies get organised, translated into votes, giving energy to dark thoughts, and the howling supporters, jumping up and down like complete idiots as if they achieved something, while all they did was create great harm. One’s resentment another’s opportunity, the road to hell and all those so called good intentions. Nature is changed. too many chemicals in the water, too many hurts never forgiven, too  many born with inner resentments, same way a nervy horse passes on the trait to off spring, it’s hard to get over, a good trainer knows all about it. Demons, or the darkness as we call it, the stuff we try to get over but hide from, those emotional moments, a failed love affair, a child you did not want to have, then watching a mother father and child walking down the street years later, how it could have been, she heads for the off licence, it’s a memory she has never gotten over. Who is in your top ten of resentments, did you marry too late, did your career become more important than your children, the stuff you store inside, it’s a mix, ammunition for later use.

Solomon sighed, the garbage or the baggage, why bring it with you. A therapist gave this advice to a friend of his, she passed it on, maybe Solomon reminded her of past failings, in that case the therapist was a failure, a light head. Jesus was uncompromising; you have to set it aside, the hurts, your Father In Heaven takes it all into account, he settles all debts, amen, don’t worry.

He sits over his coffee, the restaurant is a haven, there is peace, apart from the time a few demons tried to muscle in, but they soon got lost. The news was good too, there was healing going on, and this was putting pressure on those who used the resentments of others to create bad energy. They were looking down the proverbial barrel, about time.

The Renewal of Spirit

How long did they wait, before the great return, Tiger Woods and the emotions his great victory created, the souls of many, feeling the thrill, it’s not over yet they yelled. The journalists that thrashed him in public, gloating over the headlines, despite the barriers he brought tumbling down. Same for The Brexiteers and their schemes, trying to force that nation out of the European Ideal, the great plan continues on, and those in that European collective, getting stronger, despite those that want to thwart that promise, a United Europe, a refuge for so much that is good, home for many on the run and in need. Has any other collective done more to bring sanity to the world.

The Great changes and the turn around continues, compassion is being felt in many places, the bigotry of some leaders, made clear and obvious. You mean you believe in God, it’s becoming more popular, and the extremists are unraveling at the same time.

Great men and women of former ages wrote music and joined words, artists, sculptors and painters, inspired by the Great Spirit, produced works, which we fawn at today, how they marvel at the majesty of it, the scale of the their works, permanent records of their talent, all of them believing in the Great Spirit, all of them aware of the Heavenly world.

The Spirit, how it needs the lift, the appearance of a Great race horse when the common man is down, the story of Sea Biscuit, the left over horse that breaks records, while lifting the men and women absorbed in the great depression of 1930’s America. It’s as if an invisible hand is at work, that arrives just at the right moment.

And Tigers great Roar, he raises his hands to Heaven, giving thanks to the Great Spirit, that lifted him, and far more humble than he has ever been, no pride, he got his game back, and the world knows it. May the tiger continue to roll, amen. Lets hope the Spiritual leaders can do as Tiger has done, and life the Spirits of their flocks. If the Spirit is in you, it should not be too hard work.

Solomon sighed, he encountered many skeptics, those who didn’t want to believe, atheists too, many well intentioned, many having lost faith, from what they encountered in their childhoods,victims of too much forced dogma from the religious, the cause of most of it, if they are honest, In a nutshell, the revelation of Scripture as Jesus would say. The yoke they put around so many, making it impossible for them to raise their game, forcing the Spirit down, when they ought to be rising it up.

Whats the Hurry

Your average five year old is searching the web, something interesting to get excited about, what’s the rush, he is safe isn’t he, he is only filling his head with all sorts of stuff. Didn’t Hitler do that as well, fill the heads of the anxious and vulnerable, and the mess, fifty million dead, not such a good idea allowing them to fill your child’s head so easily. The tan is beginning to fade, wish the weather would heat up, want some of those rays, I am going on my holidays, don’t mention the arctic, that’s been happening for years, I am going to have my drug, I don’t complain when you play golf all afternoon, easy on the wine dear, his eyes turn to heaven, she will be a pure devil within an hour, what’s the hurry you ask. The rich guy in the corner is laughing, what can they do about it, he thinks it’s the case of the strong over the weak, give into it. In three hours you can pick up a child in some cities, what’s the rush. With money you can buy them all, look across the water, living in cuckoo land, the children in senior positions of power, when it happened in North Korea, Parts of Africa, we all called it, dictatorship, well, in a world controlled by paper, those who print it, set the rules, what’s the hurry.

As Ezra said, as in the time of Lot, Moses, Noah, and all the great prophets, they partied to the limit and then shrieked in terror, when they realized it was over, what’s the hurry. Solomon saw the signs, from ancient times, in real time, Spirit, Cloud, the trumpet, living on a knife edge including the global environment, what about the social environments, those things, what do you call them, children, yeah, the great leaders of the future, no doubts what they are getting addicted to, too. look, if we are all doing it, it’s called normal, what’s the hurry, Cindy will do it all night, wait, what’s the hurry?

Solomon sighed. The night he encountered the “Pure Spirit”, and how it changed every day since. Gifts we have, for the well being of all, as it was in the beginning, so it will be at the end. Words sighed Solomon, the beginning and the end of everything, how we use them.

Understanding Compassion

You can’t look at me that way, you can’t come into the house and treat me like a slave, where did you learn such things. Another scene, they enter the club, the girls are toe rags, flash the cash, do what you like, you can get to humiliate them, they are so high, what does it matter, another man’s daughter. The thought never hits you, just legs and a bush, and time to get excited, someones daughter, what planet are you on.

He twists in the bed, the thoughts run around his head, getting older, he can sense the future, what if, the big question on the minds of many, is their really a Messiah and a God, he is soaked in sweat, what the blazes are you thinking Roy, this is insane he says, talking himself through his personal nightmare. Who can say no to God, well, many have said no to good, he twists in the bed. They sleep in separate beds, have been a long time. I loved her then, then, well, I do love her now, he is not sure, what was he hiding from all his life. She loved him anyway, and if he wasn’t busy in the passion department he was always a great father. She never told him, she realized his quirky ways, fell in love with them, the sexual world was never her thrill, she was always a mother in the making, and compassion is her way, way she treats the world.

Solomon wondered how many folks were having the what if moment, the signs were all pointing up, and the old guard were being swept aside, a new understanding was gaining a hold, and the plans of the extremists were about to implode. A man in power wore all the faults of the human race, went through the entire fault spectrum, warts and all, and the opposition hadn’t laid a punch on him, seemed as if he was holding up the proverbial mirror. Solomon smiled, who could have wrote the script, a pope from the edge of the world, Islamic leaders driving change, and a very open society in the Irish republic, a far cry from the closed days of doom and gloom that used to be preached, and the women who left many shores in order to find freedom.

Understanding Compassion was a topic on the minds of many. The light of divine intervention was making it clear; we are tenants in someone else’s vineyard.