Needles

She runs in the door, has a mind filled with anger, she is going to upset the first person she meets, she is as primed as an atom bomb, wants to destroy and do nothing else, a habit she formed, a bit of self a bit of life, needle them they said, what is that.

The image, the pin prick, the drop of blood, the mixture heated over the spoon, the wired vein, the plunge, and that sinking feeling. A long way from the lawyers office, where Mr Big and his educated lawyer conduct their affairs. Expensive brands cut leather shoes, bleached teeth too, a far cry from the uneducated addict, sitting in slum land, taking what he or she can get, used as a toe rag, out of sight of family, they have already forgot.

Needles, the stone in the shoe, the little annoying journalist who wont give up the story, the ache in your heart, the feeling that wont go away. She needles everyone.

Solomon smiled, there was a lot of joy about, the eyes told their own story, many held smiles, a few wore frowns. the needle he surmised, help from above. To imagine that your life really counts, and you are not a statistic after all, despite what you have been forced to believe, in order to stay alive.

How the miracles of olden times, needled the Spiritual leaders of those times. He is stealing our flock, they listen to him, we have to do something about it. 2,000 years later, they are still listening, amen. You have to needle them sighed Solomon, same way you prod at times, amen.

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My Eyes

They could not see, they could not hear, old words, repeated, the blindness of those who were in charge, and the barriers they falsely created in order to elevate themselves to positions, where others would look up and say, fine person you are. The arrogance of those who tried to instruct others in the ways of God, while ignoring the teachings of Jesus, rushing off to this group and that, and as Jesus would say, if they spent their time being compassionate, how they would change all that was around them. Solomon heard the words of warning ring in his ears, it happens again and again. Ceremony only mattered when there was true humility, the posturing of some really made him wonder.

He walks down a street, spots a man with a disability, stops. The words that come out of his mouth, the story of the Spirit and how it visited him one night. He wasn’t preaching, too many do that,

just rousing the interest of one who might want to be healed. He walks on. If those on the alter did not actively believe in miracles, how on earth could they convince anyone else. The Luke warm faith of servants is not the heart warming trust of Children. It was time they were all reminded of whom they were supposed to represent up there, it was not an organisation, that was for sure, amen.

The Helper



Solomon smiled, Yes, that Spirit is still being poured into the universe, and as it escapes the sheckels of the material world, it’s getting stronger. Great events, strange results, miracles, what a change, and it’s all good, you don’;t have to imagine it, amen.




I will send the Helper and he will stay with you for all time, the promise of Jesus, strong words, the apostles look at each other, is he leaving they said. A little while later, the are filled with fear, they see their enemies of the day, leading their man up the hill to his slaughter, soldiers all around, powerless they feel, what did it mean, the Helper, the words almost forgotten.



The Spirit I send he said, will be even able to do even greater things, what did the words mean, well, there he is going up the hill, when they do him in, they will probably come and get us afterwards they think. So they hide, go on the run, frightened, like children who lost their father, anxious, lost, bewildered and very sad. Then the unthinkable happens, He appears to them, Yes he did, they warm up inside, You are not dead, they are in a state of mind few of us can ever imagine, the same feeling that the crowds felt when Lazarus came out of the Tomb, this is impossible.

Prophets are sent, the Spirit empowers, they come from across the world, those who can’t understand langauges meet together, and they hear the voice of God, they understand each other, even though the language is new to them, it’s the voice of Love, the universal song that is in every heart, could this be real, those looking in say they are mad. Then the healing continues, and the voice of Jesus, His Words and Promises, that they tried to quiten gets even stronger. 2,000 years later, the story is still in operation, and many want to continue hearing it, so much for the power of might over Spirit, they just can’t defeat it.




Not Another Boring Day….

The bed is so comfy, the dread of the office, you might even pick up a cold, everyone is complaining of the virus, another one does it’s rounds. You pull the covers a little higher, it’s safe in there, and warm, the thought of cold water on your face, the shock of it, is there anything better to do, and don’t forget the mouthwash, nay, I’d rather stay in bed and have a few beers, reflect on the times I was young and brave, and there was a cause to fight for, those were the days. The clock buzzes, the repeat alarm, who invented such a thing, same as adds on the TV, thank god for the world that allows us watch TV without having to digest the adds. The media influence is slipping and the people are finding their voice, amen.

The rules, you can’t eat this, and that is bad for you too, seems like you will have to dump the contents of the fridge again, third time in a month. Too much money perhaps, and no common sense, your thinking all the time while under the duvet. You recall that movie, the guy takes out the friends Ferrari, Ferris someone or other, you remember, it was a few years ago, the stuff you remember, it was years ago, still you recall, not so bad, your testing the old grey matter, nothing wrong with it. Time to call in a sickie, one less in the office, temporary staff will get a call, someone will eat an unexpected lunch, even better, a child will get an unexpected treat, courtesy to your non arrival at work, ever see it like that, possibly not, you know now, so what are you waiting for.

Stuff you used to do, and still want to, the mornings under the duvet. You are not getting up for work you say, the words you used long ago when the pillow was not empty, the damn rules and the fear it spreads. Impressionism wasn’t painting in the fifteenth century, but it was many years later, and possibly the most sought after art there is today, everything changes. You grab the duvet and smile, you are still willing to risk it, and it feels good.

Solomon sighed, I will have to get a regular job one day, but today I’m going to be me. The rules, even Jesus had to put up with the jibes, well, he was stealing the power of the so called rulers of the day, so they imagined, well he wasn’t, it was just an awful lot easier when you say it as it is, and stop the acting as so many of them did, in order to secure their jobs and the power they held. A reminder to everyone, you can change it any given day, and once you understand that and think how others feel, the world around you brightens up, and all despair just leaves you, you just have to imagine it.

Old Boy Blues

This can’t be happening Cardinal, it does not appear in any of our texts, it seems to be from the other Book, they don’t want to mention the word, why, it will mean extending their vision of compassion, it’s a touchy subject and they have got used to control, why would they ever dream of ever giving up that. You mean we are not the only ones, the setting, can’t you see it, 2,000 years earlier, the same argument between the Pharisee’s, as they gather to discuss the words of Jesus, anxious that he is getting a hearing and the crowds, worse still, they are listening to him, and he is even doing what the divine can only do, or is it demons.

The thought of eating without the ritual cleaning, and all sorts of food is fine with him, damn it, if this is allowed to go on, it’s going to make our rules and regulations meaningless, how did we allow it they sigh. Power, the old problem, and the zealots who are certain of their authority, enforceable authority, able at will, to undermine, well, when you imagine it, they put Jesus on the cross, hoping it was the ending of him, little did they know, it was only the beginning, and it’s being growing ever since, The Power of Spirit, and how it works to overcome the instincts that destroy us. Old boy blues, how can they explain this?.

Solomon sighed, the sun bursts from the Sky, the approval from on High, and no set of rules to coral it, just sweet simplicity. The old men could be discussing the fate of Joan of Arc, it could be anyone of Great Spirit, what happens, as Jesus said, they murdered the prophets and then afterwards, praised them. He was reading a book, the green cup of wisdom, words in the Islam Holy Book, is mentioned in the story, as for other words, they prophecy the Return of Jesus, too. In the end, the goal is the same, there are those who hold the words on high and repeat them, and there are those who acknowledge them, but don’t follow them, in the middle, the Wisdom of Jesus, solves all problems, for those who use them, same as good medication, taken with care, amen.

Nashat

He shared his sweets, and was willing to serve, a friend of the most High, he died after he had prayed, a humble man, careful in his choice of words, proud of the achievements of his daughters, I called him a friend. A believer in the Most High, devout in his faith, a builder of bridges, between the Faiths, understood they were on the same Journey, the instruction manual was different, that’s all. He called me friend, and wore a smile on his face too, thanks. He brought many blessings with him, and I received more than my share, and as he did, I passed them on, they were a gift after all. Reared in the Islamic faith, we both got to know each other, and we shared the occasional walk, got to chat, recognized what we had in common, a fear of extremism and the hatred it breeds. See you again, old friend.

Solomon sighed, the class size wall small, but once in the room, there were no differences at all. Reaching out, it wasn’t tough, just requires a practice. Across the world, Solomon sighed, there were those trying to reform, and were under assault from the extreme thinkers, they needed help and encouraging words and actions. So Solomon wrote it, well, it was what Nashat would have done. We all learn from good example.

 

 

The Voyagers

In Heaven they scratch their heads, when will they join the dots, human beings, they complicate everything, the angels’ sigh, there is always one who manages to beat the confusion, the mind of the human and their material addictions, when will they learn. Back to the drawing board, they send another Spirit along, fused with the wisdom learned, well, each returning soul carries it’s abundance of knowledge and wisdom learned, then it’s sent back to the front, and given to the next chosen soul, each one a brick or a step, depending on how you see it, a journey they are trying to make or a wall they are trying to get over. Meanwhile….

The old soul lies in the ageing body, it’s full of experience, another, a newborn will be getting it, then the journey will begin again, this time a little smarter than the first, each lifetime, hopefully, supplying the necessary souls, that are reinvested into each generation. Sometimes, there is a wait, as the old soul has communication rights, on account of the life, lived, the good habits acquired, if they are in short supply, it sometimes has to go on a little bit longer.

Solomon sighed, the old guy was still able to smile, the width of the smile and the wide-open eyes, you know there is nothing the almighty can’t do he sighed

, nothing is impossible, the old man smile widens, and you can ask for other stuff says Solomon to him, meaning, no cause was a lost one, that’s just fear, that’s what all the demons say, there is nothing you can do about it, so give up old man, Solomon saw so many turnovers, circles, what Jesus spoke of, stuff the priests and religious could only read about, he experienced personally,  so much for, there is nothing you can do about it brigade. As for being voyagers, they spent most of their lives taking advantage of others, and as sure as sure is, they never saw life as a voyage in the first place, well, they were never true believers, amen.