Mothers in Flight…

The desperate search, the longing of the heart, all those days of nurture within, then her offspring snatched from her, the long pain begins, where are they, that calling of the heart, where are they, they need to be fed, where are they, she searches in desperation, drives her in all directions, what are you doing to me, why me, the emotions that turn to anger, rage, then the terrible mistakes, when well we be together again, oh the pain, and those who are never told of their true identity, where did this come from, I’m not like the others, the stolen children of the world, its not always gloom,some times they go to better places, maybe they were scared, its one of those things, genius, this should not happen to me, then the feelings, driven insane, do people read manuals on how to achieve this, amen, who would deliberately do this, Solomon on loss and heart break, broken down, no one with time to help, they hear the same story, there is something wrong with her, and then as easy as an apple to pick from the tree, her talents used for nefarious purposes, and they think this is a game, they ought to look up, those are signs of heavenly pursuits, Solomon recalls his little friend, those eyes, and the trips to the monastery, Nivard’s Glory, he sent the evil ones to flite, the way some do it on the green, lets stop and think, then the use of the hurting souls to ramp up the hurt of others, using the hurt of others, farmed for the same affect, the targeting of love, amen. Jesus reminds all, leave it to God, the words used, you will feel pain if you follow me, sometimes, and if tempted to revenge or anger, remember, what heavenly spirit will live peacefully in hearts such as these, amen.

Dear dancer, you warmed my heart with your beautiful song, the thrill of the voice, remember Leonard Cohen, he went through all the stages, had all the hallucination, tried various new thrills, went into depressions, but go through it, fed up, read the flame aloud, you will be inspired, and he is lucid to the very day he passed up, no lunatic, his reverence for God total, and he complained about his own, how far some had moved from the esteemed position, then again, the writers McCarthy hunted, many of them fellow Jews, how they tried to help create a caring America, instead we got the war boom, amen. Its easy to get sucked into all sorts of causes, in need of help, think of yourself, a child of God, and read the holy words of Jesus, the savior of all mankind, and what he tried to teach you all. A CHILD is born with presumed difficulty, the prognosis poor, or the talents undermined, whose sin was this they asked Jesus, that caused such to happen, Jesus replies, perhaps to show the wonders of God. Recall Mozart, Beethoven, the great minds, the slow learners that became world leaders and better, FDR, the times of Sea-biscuit, need a movie, watch the great story, it will help remove depression and end that despairing position.

You move so well, in therapy, she feels good in the arms of true love. I’ll write you a song he says, she looks at him why would you care, he looks at the marks on his chest, the line on his thighs, these he says, that was hanging by a thread, what, the heart that holds you now, relax.

Restaurant blues, am I seeing double, he flies past, like two little birds, hands on heads, do you look like me, what a fine looking fellow, those eyes, and those eyes beside him, what, are they twins, he wonders with a smile, what a beautiful couple, think of Jesus, and or, well, those memories that image inspires, eternal thoughts of happiness and health follow them, and don’t forget, pray direct to God Most High, that’s Jesus again reminding us, he didn’t want to get too big a head himself, enough of that and the trouble it can lead you to, amen.

Treasure Box

Doctor B, this therapy is working wonders, I had the best sleep ever, thinking how well I healed inside, He smiles, it was yourself he said, no one was trying to possess you, you felt free inside, and you said you didn’t like men, that’s just a bad memory, relax. The talk starts again, we have to work on that song, she smiles. Music is such a healer, Leonard says it too, all those with issues inside, music calms. Why are we listening to this,. Salve, the monks of the cistercian abbey, Roscrea. Father Nivard, a resident there, how he inspired so many to hold onto their faith in the Almighty, it is a nice way to ease the heart and mind, there is no anger or angst, just humble men, singing their hearts out, she falls into a sleepy trance beside him. Heart heart hears the words, stay with us Jesus, she feels calm and relaxed, he rubs her shoulders, ah, a little up she says, the neck is tense, its probably your posture dear, a little easing, you can teach this too he says. She looks over the shoulder, I’ll stick like this, your not thinking of letting me go, what. Imagine your in a building, there is a fire, you have to jump, Jesus is watching you, into his arms you land, what, and then you think, Thank God, amen, the angels do exist, just test their integrity., use the holy name, Christ Jesus. Doctor B sighs, I feel you healing, the spirit is working in you. She leans back, the monks are singing, they are for me, she listens, doesn’t need to think. Doctor B says to her, just be aware, when you hold dark thoughts inside you, you can attract the wrong type of angel, just be ware, and if in doubt or finding it troubling, move about and make a cup of tea, there are mind changers who attach themselves, laugh he says, they are being sorted out, but don’t worry, they are sometimes the souls of others, trying to help you, or those in the half way house, trying to warn you. amen. Look whom the cat dragged home!

An hour later they are having a snack at the table, her eyes are not sunk in the head, her chin is up, she looks like new woman. Doctor B roots at the fridge, no comment, amen, when the emotions are awoken, well when coming out of a great depression, just stop a little, you can be most at risk when in that position. He gives her the short advice, she has her nice coat on, on her way to the library, the mind needs to be nourished, and what if I’m not near one, well, there are audio books you can listen to, les Miserables is a great read, even if long, Victor Hugo catches the spirit so well, you won’t want to put it down, and of course, Schindler’s Ark, it has so many lessons, and teaches us all, how the most righteous of people can be fooled when in an emotional black-spot, amen. What she says, war repayments, they impoverished a nation, gave extreme thoughts an open door almost, amen.

The radio is on, Boston, that’s a very Irish style of place. She watches him, Irish, that reputation they have, he hears her thoughts, he hopes they keep their heads, don’t overdo it, it works out in the end, amen.

I slept even better, she has a cake in her hands. You said we could do barter, he looks at her, I said you could do better dear, that drawl, on a sugar awareness diet, too much sugar, how it creates energy in the young, that needs to be burned off, and with the hand computer the gadget of choice, you need exercise to use it wisely, considering all the places it can lead you. Zoning dear, amen. My cousin finny, was that the movie, he might make a great presidential candidate, would help ease their worries, an actor like some of the greats, respected everywhere, well, a short guy on stumps, looking at Arnie, twins, come on, someone must have switched babies, amen.

Did you listen to the monks since he asks. For an hour this week, and did you sleep with a peaceful heart, well, the thought of Christ among us cheered me up and got rid of all those other thoughts, good he says, your making great progress, another cup of tea, she nods. So relaxed, she thanks God, amen.

Eamon Casey

Bon voyeur, liked a good bottle of wine, drove a sporty BMW, had a charm that was hard to ignore, created excitement in people, he got things done, a bit of the Oscar in him, a proper under stander of the real issues, poverty in the most deprived of areas. A night out, a romance with a lady, we are there to love children, how his personality was lost, but now being found again in places.

The waters of change are tepid where they ought to warmer. Its not the ocean we are thinking of, its the palaces where decisions are made affecting so many spirited people. Not ignoring the rising temperatures or the warming oceans, issues reminded of long ago, the writer can confirm, lets say, time is of the essence, the words of Jesus, feed them, what Father would give you stones when its bread you need, amen.

The media circus, political correct thinking, had Eamon removed from office, nothing more. Solomon gets wind of outrageous experiments being carried out on peoples. What are we to do. Well, when the lights of Heaven come on, you just ask direct, amen. So they put fear into those helping the Holy Spirit, who should worry now, do we need to be reminded., as Jesus says, don’t test the Holy One, amen.

The Gap

Are we supposed to fit through that. She looks at the small slit between the two rocks. She then looks at her own shape, imagines. Slim world comes into her mind, slimming from all the bias’s. Do diets last though. Is the gap, the distance between parenting and pleasure seeking. there are many meanings.

how loose is your baggage, is it pliable or firmed up. Can you gently squeeze through, as everyone has to do it alone. Baggage handling costs money, ask the airport operator. You travel light, you depart sooner. That overhead squeeze. The gap is at the end of the plane, one at a time, no point rushing, just be prepared, amen.

He thinks he can off load his, has plans to put another in his place at the time. Luckily for the replacement, all motives are checked.

My turn next, the woman goes through the gap effortlessly. From first observances, she should not be able to make it, how so. The boy looking for his mother, the most beautiful woman in the world he says to the attendant. The boy loves his mother.

Next, the accountant is slim, has been exercising. Has been doing the books, lets a few off their bills, reduces them, knows he will soon be loosing his job. I should fit in here. Well, there are stones in the closet, what, they don’t give, he snakes out. The attendant points to a different slit, its wide and generous. But I paid my subscriptions. The supervisor smiles, patience, you might get the chance again, next.

After passing through the gap, there is a wide plateau. And a sign, in bold letters, tree of life this way, amen.

A little slow to begin with…

Tell me of the noise inside, that which i hear, that noise that fills me. I find it hard to say nothing, I say the first thing, okay, the mother sighs, they get on well now, what is the difference, what has occurred, its really simple, the holy recognition, it calms everyone, its not something to argue about. The space, slow down, the speech becomes a little clearer, the chat resumes, it lasts too, that Spirit, the team goes out united, they’re one voice, the usual arguments are set aside, the results are clear cut, they help each other on the field. She plays in the forwards, the defense is untroubled, they hardly see the ball, but they still play their game, while those forward are happy to do what they do without worrying about the defense, and Jesus tells us this too, in parables, what is this living word we hear about; we’d much rather they practiced it and said less about it.

The enormous gap inside, the mountain of pain, a reminder daily, your attention is taken, another poster promising action, your obliged to stop and read. The relief inside, you intend to do something, then it reaches a point, the posters are taken down, your left forlorn, didn’t they forget about us again, you sink a little. Solomon on those hurt mounds, they seem to appear when we least need them, and if you don’t take the bait, you have let them down; me, you want to get on with life, you are recovering, why would I want to revisit all that; do they think they are helping me.

Mind thoughts, mine field, the great story, the book written years ago, your in that zone, the page will bring you the next adventure, where will it lead you, the story, is that a travel opportunity, I’ll visit that place one day, better thoughts camp inside you, all that ugly stuff, you are replacing it with health; the sisters share the story, they can see the future, the notion inside; if we can organize our thoughts, we’ll write our own book, impossible no, Beethoven and the great artists of old, they didn’t agree with society, they made compositions, stories etc, one way to get heard, the days no longer basic; your adding to the wisdom pool, and they ask, well how does the almighty connect with us daily, what is the meaning of the living word, why don’t I hear more of this. Of course there are those who say one thing and have other ways; marriage breaks down, partnerships wane, the piety is hard to keep up, your mixing with people from another world, you have to make allowances at times, amen.

Tossing and turning, the worries, the head is just geared up, there is much to think over, you need help with the basic’s, the stuff you don’t need to worry over, then you think it over, its not that difficult, I just have to rest it out, the eternal friends, the happy ones, you see yourself as starting over, the new you, it happens daily, and this trial you put yourself through, you get over it, so after a little time, its not hard to deal with, you stop turning, and after rest, you wake with a decision to make; its working, a little nervy at times, however your interest in things has begun to explode; a little slow down, with good thoughts, your not wasting your self anymore, and so you are enjoying being you, as for what others think, well, that’s what others think, I’ll do it myself anyway, amen.

The just leader is not a press supremo. He or she does not manipulate you with opinions; they point you to the options, and they consider the affects of them. He see’s the opportunity he has been given, if only I could apply that to the world I live in. A voice reminds him, there are those who will argue against you cause that’s what they do. The leader asks, is that all they do, argue. In far away places, where there are restrictions on the person and wealth on the ground, there has been a flux of people promising everything, creating fears, adding anxiety, in order to help their opinions. The just leader watches how the tension is created; the same happens to him, was it always like this. Then he spots the green Island. They have this reputation, and it reaches out to the world. He thinks, the just leader, how can we enjoy such a reputation, and then there are decisions, what, the options open up, we are not locked in like we thought, while those who were under duress now have only God Most High to think about, the other anxieties so much lesser, and its happening, amen. And Jesus tells all, whom should you fear, amen.

Passion

Look, its not going to be that bad, they use stuff to ease the pain. Fear, the long swallow, what, oops, my dress is out of shape, he feels his round belly, the look in the mirror takes getting used to,m, I never looked like that, i can’t distinguish my chest from my stomach, the knees are wobbly, the crows feet, my plastic surgeon has just retired, I need a new outfit for the wedding, what, the toothy grin is okay, my bank account is thinning, the show, where is my ticket, the dining arrangements, whom will i be sitting near, him, he is often making those comments, is that all he is good at, he puts everyone down, what was he reared as, a statue, who taught him the basics. i thought that was a good school, where did he learn all that, he doesn’t get involved, he sits alone, that’s not normal, the others ignore him, the taught of thoughts, if no one intervenes, what will happen, crowded mentally, take one of these, they put him on medication, he was great while he was successful, they ride the success, one day, do they ever put God into the business plan, what will they expect, when He shows up, what welcome will there be, are they getting nervous, that’s grandpa in the coffin, did I help his chances, what, the shoulder tap, what, the voice is not so stable, the confidence is being lost, what power is doing this to me, what, am I going to lose, what.

The passion of Jesus; the ladies were so comfortable around him, so many of the parables involved them, freedom to speak, didn’t recognize the old bias’s, he was someone you could trust, didn’t turn up his nose, wasn’t one of those, made you feel worthy, not what you got with the others, even told the parable, who is worthy in God’s sight, human reputations, didn’t hold much sway, so you are thinking about the next leg of the journey, what a joyful thought, putting in a good innings, lots to dream about, no one trying to take control of your thought process.

When we dig below the surface, we often find treasure. Some opinions are formed for us, by those who wish to mislead us. Jesus had to deal with all that stuff too, amen.

The Poetic Princess

words are my steps they lead me to so many places, they tell me to rest they tell me to laugh, the poetic princess runs out of words and ideas, where does she go to find new places, her head starts to worry what if they find out, i can’t really do any of this, what she says, the voice tells her to be quite, we will send you some help, a mystery. The princess waits, and waits, and waits, you are being spied upon, there are dangers you have not seen, the claims are all false, but being a princess she is used to obscure advice’s, well, in the castle it was different, the outside world is not the one she expected, almost lucky to be able to do the normal, privileged, who are these so kind and mindful, they can think of her anxiety, they put in the quick fix, the confusion, they put in some trouble, they pretend to fix it, the poetic princess is wondering, all for me, she looks around her, can these people be trusted, are they mine, well, she was told she was a princess and could do anything.

One night the holy Spirit arrives in the form of a man. The space is free and that shroud they dressed her in, all around her she could hardly be free to move, if another got control of her spirit, think of the despair we’d be in. What is this she asks, her speech is clear, she is free to walk about, no one wondering about her, in this company, they know the spirit is watching them, they have to appear to be calm, otherwise, she might fly like the princess she is, and gone, would she be a bird that flew and found a better nesting place for herself.

The dream is on, the medication is down, there has to be better than this. Those worries that are planted, same as evidence planted on a computer for another to find, the worries that were, all disappear, what is the meaning of this. Has any new thing happened she asks herself in private.

I’m going to the shops, what they say, you’ll be at risk. We’ll send someone with you. The shroud no longer lasts, she uncovers her Spirit, and finds the flow of words that take her places, and lots of new steps. Do people sell out their neighbors for reward, under false guises, well, they tried that in the second war, and we know what happened thereafter, amen.

The Prophet smiles, word flow and rhythm, the legend of a songwriter, they appear on demand, gifted from above, that is some truth, and to enjoy the certainty, that all you do is reported, to that same source, comforting, amen.

Wanted, Candidate for the American Presidency, CV to, Hope and associates, the globe.

There is only three hundred million of us, is there anyone we can find, you know, there was the time, what you remember, JFK, the film they made about his war time exploits, didn’t skip the draft, went on to bring hope to a nation, what about another version of him. In Massachusetts, there is the ding of hope, are we hoping too much. In Florida, the carpet manufacturers, are trying to fit out the conscience of the people, the other carpet that covers everything has worn out, the past is beginning to find an outing, the records of the sixties are being opened, in old retirement homes, there are some very anxious people, wait till i go some say, if the people find out this, then the other part of the conscience says, when the eternal boss finds out what to do with us, we’ll have to hand back new mexico to the Apaches, what are we going to do?

In another part of the nation, a team of essential spy’s are also anxious, the news of Jesus, what will it do to us, how many versions of heaven are there, they are trying to sound upbeat, but they are running out of booze, who watered this stuff, have you tried goat juice, it’s the new herbal remedy they say, i read it on the internet, you can trust it, this is verified, so my source says. Hey asks another, how many times did we try to eliminate Fidel, do you know he sent the president a box of Cohiba’s for Christmas once. Nice cigar says another.

The baggage is packed, the holidays, the AI machine is turned to automatic mode, what can go wrong, got a cheap holiday for $5, in ARUBA, frequent flyer club rules, and the machine will handle everything. What is there to lose. The flight is a sensation, luxury unsurpassed, recliners, drinks service, french cuisine, and even a masseuse for the feet, who could complain with that. The plane lands, the baggage is attended to, the mini bus is waiting, the limo is off somewhere else, ARUBA, drinks fun, and no one will know what I am up to.

There is a road block, the mini comes to a halt. What disturbance is this, nothing really. Women enter the bus, in uniforms, anyone from the US on board. What is this, we own Aruba, not anymore says the senorita. Senior Benny has new rules. What the dickens, this is an affront to our security. I’m ringing the president. Let him they say, in Florida, there is this guerrilla headquarters, centered in a hotel complex, everyone in fatigues, the flag is flying, the phone rings.

It’s for you Sir. The “president growls”.

Aruba he says, do we still own it?.

The lawyer on the eavesdropping device, hears the words. He’s thinking of running for President for South America, what?. he thinks it’s a country, the continent. Well he did say we owned it once. The lawyer lets the phone down. That’s a win for the poor, he is after taking responsibility for the mess they caused, what is the dollar cost of that.

Can one man be so powerful to cause such mayhem?. Maybe there is a need for four Presidents, for each of the quarters, and a chairperson for the entire country, an overview, one that can halt obvious injustice. Another voice sighs, your thinking Chinese again.

Hollywood, the fifties, the witch hunt against the conscience, the leading thinkers, and how their vision for a wide thinking nation, built on genuine human wellness, was overthrown for the sake of the military machine. Years later, the AI threat.

A voice calls out, how do we get back to that feeling of wellness and hope.

amen.

Jesus and the Gospels, the truth that unites the hope of all people, amen.

Attack of the Mars Bars

The new Bill Murray Movie, what, is that what you call humor. We need to laugh, where else do you find space, I said it first, as if its an election your seeking, not elation for having been considered inventive, when all you are is a thief of the ideas of others, whatever, the computer dick, who spends all his time at the PC, is that correct, cancel culture, Jesus would have thought the same, lets not become a cross dresser, where will the anger go, haha, no one smiles, paper stuff, you can print it, maybe it should be gold bars in space, and the name they give to celebs, then when children repeat the same, they get in trouble, who’d believe it, amen.

Goat juice, what, the taste, were not telling the goat that it’s smelly, it’s just that, when you have trouble telling stuff, you remind them of something, that helps them throw up, when they ache to let it out, rather than point in another direction, fear or blackmail, the president has laundry, it’s not that rare, it leaves a bad taste in the mouth, the effort to curtail his opinions, what about the story of the emperors clothes, no one believes until it’s too late, he saw a goat, he turned into an animal, the unbelievable, they send them to an institution, what is the story, Jesus appears to some, the pharisee’s demand a miracle, the clues, the demon can take on many styles, the protection, what is it, character, the many meanings, but while not all are flyers, they were all called birds, the emu for example.

Those with the means, perhaps create envy in others, why be surprised, it’s why sharing and stuff helps the equation, the Russians lose twenty million in the second war, who remembers, the gloss, many of them Jews, why the antipathy, others find it hard to imagine, the world fancies cancel culture, who’d want to forget the story of Jesus, when does the madness stop, when the Almighty connects using everyday, our eyes see but we don’t believe, they set traps for Jesus, they continue, the impostors and more, confusion is sown, what happens to the Spirit, the noose appears to tighten, then the real Spirit arrives, now the impostors are looking over the shoulder, about time, so here is the story of the goat Juice Cafe, it serves yucky sauce, for starters, Sultan Benny’s fresh acquired delicacy of Goat balls, the supreme of bulls balls for main course, what would you want for dessert, and they wonder, why would you ask, what’s for dessert before you sit down to eat.

Back to space, why the gap, are you not snug enough, ah, well the mars bars have been cancelled, too much space for the space ship, they’ll be light food by the time you get there, what is that, gravity, the horse or the human cramps when expected to exercise after a feed, why the need for special food in high altitude spaces, do we expect too much of our extreme athletes, the media has a field day, what can we do to bring this guy down, anything sexy enough or devious enough, money sex power influence, envy, pride, the attitude of the writer, I saw it live in Vietnam, I’ll get a Booker for this, the glory nights, what is this, what are you trying to encourage, what’s this.

You can buy the jury, you buy most of them, it’s not that we are beyond influence, what is it you need, what can be taken away, the plaudits may help the ego to float, but when it gets near the gates, your bowels will open and all that stuff will come out of you, imagine space travel on a full stomach, go on, get sick over the controls, what, throw up, taste this super juice, what’s it called, the sultan’s special brew for those who abuse their gifts, what, it’s called goat juice, it reveals the real you, ewe, sheepish moments, the judgement in Jesus’s words, separates the goat from the sheep, it’s a manner of talking, lost in translation, but a parable all the same, amen.

So you need space food at high altitudes, even the pilots of the famed spitfire has to have a diet to work the controls, how we judge without knowing, amen. Silence.

Lance meantime wonders, what happened to humanity, the service to others, he was no billionaire, had a good relationship, there are many such examples, the good work forgotten, same with eaten food, who supported you, why did church holds on the flock, often demand that they accept no help from the strangers, the story of the good Samaritan, who was righteous in the eyes of the Almighty, why the continuous effort to point out the faults of others, why did Jesus get mentioned for his activities with so called sinners, why, the pharisee’s and their view of utopia, lets make it clear, the parable, the loads they put on those they are supposed to lift, while listening to the devious who have only plans for themselves, it’s written in the books, and you wonder why the don’t have mars bars in space, like the Japanese who love to make noise while eating, in space, you sometimes need silence, amen.

Senor Benny Carey on sugar an children, the diet, it matters, how to program children, the lesson, in order to encourage food into children, or a population, they add sugar, at the start it appears innocent, then the obesity crisis later, lessons are learned, then children refuse to eat their vegetables, why you ask, they used to be sweeter in the past, the sugar content always there, or as the Indians say, they used to drink from sweet water, until they polluted them, amen. More the carrot less of the stick, how children are made fearful so easily, listen if you have ears, amen.

Stop the violence

Head covered, hands around the ears, doe not want to hear it, that sound. Battle time, the escape to the bedroom, the noise, the feelings he becomes juiced in, is this the life, why can’t my father have a loving streak, why the anger all the time, why me the boy asks, he has dreams too, he wants an education, he doesn’t want to hide his life away. Violence in the domestic place, the silence when the man speaks, the guarded attention, only prisoners behave like that. Meanwhile the thumbs go night and day while the gadget remains alive. The teacher says he falls asleep in class, his mother can’t explain it, she is hiding too, is there anyway to stop the violence.

Solomon sighed; there were many minds being filled with the agitated feeling, that violence was common and an everyday experience; well why else do they make those shows, unless there is a supply for it. Apart from the fear associated with it, those images, why do we feed this unnecessary emotion, as if there wasn’t enough to be fearful about already, amen.

The signs arrive, they are age related, to ancient times, the gospels too, made real, what does it mean for those who encourage violence, amen.

The Needy Princess

That feeling, wanting to speak up but having no one to listen to, well no one who will really listen, not those who dismiss your emotions, another one they say, as if it’s all their empathy rolled into one word, them. The patience isn’t earned, it’s practice, the listening is earned, its practice, it’s what we do most, that we become. Aloof in the castle, so few around, the dreams, your not allowed have them, you have a duty, you feel taken, predisposed to a way of life, that has always been destructive, its like being part of a criminal world, you just can’t leave it, so you become, the needy princess.

In the beginning you get what you want, there is nothing you can’t have, intuition, you can have what you want now, the patience others have annoys you, you will never be like that, why should you wait.

The needy people, the button, the response, the thrill, another like me button hit, the feel good, same as any addict, you want more. From the time you wake, the day is a cake filling, the morning the sponge, the evening the sponge, in the middle, the events of the day, which you will revolve in your head later, how did you fill the day. A clean bed, says the homeless man, a dry pair of shoes, asks the orphan, just breakfast shouts another, so one by one, they set out to make sure it happens or hoping it will happen, we are all needy.

Solomon sighed; he was watching the dreams pour down the street, every hand every leg, all of them going about the needs of the day, some busy, some hoping to meet a friend, some hoping to find a smile, some just glad to be able to work. The dreams that pass you everyday, the rucksack on the back, the wandering eye, the small head on it’s way from school, wondering about the shop, wondering if they will afford a shop, the rustle of coins, never enough, the long trudge home, then the beginning of a new dream.

Many people were suffering from mental un wellness, trying to cope, so much going on, too much for them to handle, getting depressed or hiding it, afraid to appear weak, how do you handle it, how can you cope, the daily barrage, can’t even get out of bed. As for the idle mind, there is nothing to free yourself from worry, and the med’s only tire you out. How do you handle it, there has to be a way.

Everyone needs a back up plan, a source that never lets you down. It could be a long term project that you have had on your mind, that you give time to, when your confused, or about to be; just the space for a time out without worrying. In olden times, children had many hobbies. A child without friends is very lonely, and it shows. Solomon was reading the article, mental health awareness week, how so much harm is locked hidden inside us. He read some, then thought about the words he spoke with a friend. How the demon plays with our idle minds he said, then thinking about it, he imagined Jesus, encountering the demon, who offers him control of the world, provided, Jesus worship the demon, which of course he couldn’t, no matter how attractive the offer.

In tough times, hold onto your inner being, amen. Think of the gladness of those who lived in ancient times and encountered Jesus, first time around, how their hearts still glow, amen.