Whose doing the counting!

He is bent over the figures, all he does is count, it’s a game of numbers. The service has delivered, but there is more to extract, it’s just a question of numbers, do the figures stack up. There is gas buried deep in the ground, if the figures make it worthwhile they can get it out. The method doesn’t matter, latest fracking techniques could extract water from mere bones.

 

In another room, a colleague does the figures on the transaction service, it’s a little more complicated, it’s a one to one consumer service; the more they can repeat the formula, the more they can charge, it’s totally legal. if it causes confusion or rises your inner temperature, so what, they have done their job, the profit motive wins again.

He holds the phone, he is going red, an answer service, why can’t they have real people on those lines, the tune in the background repeats and repeats, he has been holding five minutes, time he could have spent planning his child’s day at the playground and the treats afterwards, instead he has to put up with this, we all do sighed Solomon.

Solomon sighed, bad enough that they have machines that legally steal from you, he is referring to the software banks use to fix the markets, but when they delay and steal your time, they are stealing from your children as well; he sighs deeply. No wonder there is a book of numbers in the ancient scriptures, a warning of course to the countermen.

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The Reason You Exist! TRYE…

TRYE, the reason you exist, big question, I haven’t time for this, I have a plane to catch, the speech is half prepared, and the babysitter is late, I know why i exist, will someone find me a nappy, Jesus, can babies shit, where are the wipes, damn it, those creams are so sticky, on my god, someone has dropped the nappy on my speech, please stop crying, the reason I exist, how the hell am i supposed to know this, I will deal with it later.

Pouring over the speech, worried about delivery, the pause, you have to get it right, like a catwalk model who know’s how to pose, timing, it’s important just to pause at the right moment. Tipexed out, you pass the splotched paper to your assistant, she will even wash your dirty underwear, and your smelly socks, she depends on you for her living, and the ball of cash, a dependent of sorts, you can’t exist without each other.

Eight in the evening, and you return home, exhausted, you fall onto the couch, the baby sitter smiles, baby ate and slept well, you sigh, i can deal with that, one of these days baby will be going to school, and you will smile, cause you were responsible for getting her that far, well, you and the babysitter, why do I exist you ask. You climb the stairs to the bedroom, you feel your chest tighten, panic hits you, is this the moment, when you won’t exist.

The hospital is bright, your helpless, wires stick you, and machines all around you, suddenly, all you can think of, why have I been doing all this. You realize your an egotistical smile, the money you made will never be spent, and the friends you have, are not friends ,just acquaintances, the only thing you have in common, wealth, and there is no feeling in that, unless your making plenty and getting high on the buzz. Why do I exist, the question runs through your head, the doubts that can’t be hidden by a busy routine.

You exist to overcome the material, in favor of Spirit, for how can it fly, if it’s burdened by what is temporary, amen, how can you pass it on!.

The Monday Appointment

The train ride, it’s not what you planned, the appointment, the day you got the news, there is something there, we have to investigate, suddenly all your plans are turned over, everything is in doubt. Meanwhile, there are those who pass you in the aisle, laughing and merry, probably going on vacation, perhaps to visit a friend, your thoughts are all in the past, the Spirit is low, faces come to mind, stuff you were involved with, your filled with a sense of dread, this could be the day you get the news, well, the news you can’t avoid, like death itself, it makes you think. In the past you stopped at shop windows, you’d look good in that…carefree, the only thing you notice, stuff all about yourself.

When faced with your time of earth, and how it could be cut short, anything can happen, remember the morning of 9/11, a normal Monday too, or any of the disasters, it does make one think, what if, would you do it different if you got the chance, or if you had a prayer, what would you include in it. Life is fragile, the human mind and heart is easily harmed, as the past has shown, so what would you do, if you were given the chance of a second life, an extension. In a world that seemed to be encouraging stuff that was dividing souls, what would you do to assist it’s recovery.

Then imagine, you have that choice every morning you wake up, to do something life giving.  This morning, as many make the journey, imagine it, your not on a life or death mission, wondering if the news will be good or bad, but on a journey of Hope, where you can decide to change a life.

The Women in Donald’s Life….

Frothing mouths, glee over the potential fall of “The Donald”, we are going to get rid of him, on both sides, the fixers and schemers assume it is going to be business as usual, the great divide, you have your half we’ll have ours, the trade off continues, and this time, there will be no mistakes online. Honey, I just read a report, what she says, she is doing her nails….

“ice problem in Greenland!”

“what!”

I can’t believe it she says, shouting, damn I missed a spot, she is after dabbing her skin with scarlet colored nail gloss.

“What!”

“where does he get the energy to do all that stuff!”

“Greenland honey!” he dabs his hearing aid into the ear, must get a new battery he sighs, she never listened anyway, they are on their way to an NRA gathering.

Greenland, who goes there anyway.

Meanwhile, while the experts prepare for the Next change, the children wake to their bullying phones, and get on with it, the younger ones, slaves to the desires of the older ones, while the adults play adult games, as if money will fix all problems.

Solomon sighed, he read the story Moses, and the visit to the mountain. The playground they called earth, was changing, he hoped they were listening. As for Donald as the women, who’d remember them in a year….

Speak Up

Old Diva, years on the boards, giving her all, reminding everyone, we have come a long way, but as her life ebbs and flows, the same Spirit moves on, as new ears listen to the music, hear her emotions as the vocals sing out, don’t put up with it, do something, then the voice slows, while those with ears listen, and those are blind can see, the music of the old lady, created to wake us all up. death is not the end you see.

There was a lot on anger; those in authority were being turned into babbling fools, while those who inspire us are brought to national attention, how strange the workings of the Lord. Aretha, bless her soul.

Weather

The flow has changed, the patterns not predictable, the earth heats up, the same way your anger rises, it changes everything inside, and then there are those who remain calm, the place where the Spirit can dwell. It is odd, how we use the air conditioner when it heats up, a press of a button, and the energy that we burn, as if by gadgets we can control our worlds, and to some extent, that is what the majority believe. A button, we can upset some one, press the button, and we can frighten you, a lot of buttons. Imagine Mother Nature, a living person, her environment in trouble, her animals moving, and we just assume, well, if it’s the weather you are worried about, you can move too.

Solomon encountered “The Spirit”, wrote about it, there is a world outside us, and we are tenants in the vineyard, it’s time we began to show it. The number of extreme causes rising their ugly heads across the world, menacing and threatening to many, it was time to listen, amen.

Opportunity of a life time!

 

Spirit of love sweeps across the earth, pouring out from east to west, a wave of goodness that has no equal, a wave of power that will silence the beast, as hearts begin to fully love in every way, so help this wave every day of your life, unburden yourself and let your love flow, it’s the will of God Most High and it’s real. For far too long fear has gripped the world, silenced the voices of wisdom and love everywhere, well, God Most High is pushing the love and it’s evidenced in many events of divine portions, it’s everywhere and it’s something you cannot afford to miss, he wants all of us to amend ourselves for love, and once we do the earthly paradise that has been so long coming, will arrive and it will be clear everywhere, so don’t delay, the evil ones are in despair, they cannot pretend not to notice either, as for real time comfort, check the image in the sky, it’s real and it’s His Way of giving us comfort, showing his divine mercy and love for all of us, we are all His Children when we love, amen.