No immigrants, search them out, frighten them, chase them like rats, round them up, it’s not Germany in the thirties, it’s America today. Developed by immigration, the great hope, is adopting the tactics of Adolf Hitler. Calls the Mexican people degenerates, (the cheap labor provided by mexico transient workers has saved the agricultural industry), apart from the workers who came to California to do the jobs Americans didn’t want to, (cheaper too). like Mussolini in Italy, modern day fascists are all chomping at the bit, they have a friend in the pole position, what is going on. If ever there is a lesson in history this is it, those left without hope will find it somewhere, the kid in the ghetto seeking a way out, eventually, the systems burst. As the rich man said in the parable, from hell where he lay, could you not send a messenger, just to warn them. Ironic thought Solomon, 2,000 years later, those words were more apt today, than when first spoken, amen.
What do you need to know, did you listen to the ancient words, do you think there is a force stronger on the planet, what turns DNA into life, what is that what is stored on a pin top, what makes the invisible visible, what new seed had science ever created, tell me i’m dying to know, why do powerful people despise Holy Spirit, all you need to know about God, is written in stories, sung in song, retold every week, the ever present power that is within your reach.
Solomon read the story about the weather pattern, and where it was focused, he recalled the story of Elijah, the holy prophet, how storms were averted, how love appealed to God, and how love that was real was the rarest form of love in existence, and the sure way to connecting with our divinity. Trouble crossed many frontiers, but when it came to his door, it ceased. The reminder was timely, as new powers sought power. everywhere he looked, a new landscape was appearing, amen.
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.
It’s for wisdom sake, heading a football, can do serious damage, so the bangs and the thuds, the vibrations, the head needs protecting, from all those banging moments, so the professional footballers say, i suppose amateur boxers do the same, wear head protectors, minding the grey matter foundations, the brain as we call it from future damages. Solomon was nursing a late night, felt great, but still felt the affects, of the stuff he put through his system. He listened to the argument, children should be banned from heading footballs, in the professional training sense, suggesting that, only when they are older, is it a safe exercise to train in. Willy nilly he thought, are they gone mad. The image driven world, and violence
guided war games, had done more damage to young heads, than all the footballs in the world put together, head bangers he sighed, while rubbing his own.
Trapped, no chance of a reprieve, the needle arrives, they inject you, you get addicted, more and more, they own you, there is rent to pay, who exactly, who owns you, mine and i’ll use force, the young girl shivers, it’s not very hygienic, prayers are said, to whom, Jesus declared, there was no need to cut yourself, it was a lousy tradition and wasn’t worthy of human beings. Solomon was reading, the number of
young girls cut, for ritual sake down below, it wasn’t dignity, it was the opposite, it was the mark of a slave, amen.
cover up, can’t go out looking like that!,
the conclusions we rush to,
the sudden judgement,
the barriers erected,
the unfounded fear,
Dress codes, cover up, used to be Sunday, could be Friday, Saturday,
imagine a dream,
a prophet is given a vision,
world becomes just an object,
everything viewed in the material,
no faith in anything divine,
prophet decides to do something,
comes up with original plan.
Neil young said it,
Bob Dylan screamed it,
Leonard Cohen warned us,
There is a God,
sorry if this isn’t laid out,
four beats to the line,
a rhyme at the end,
it’s meant to be real