There are rules teacher, these are the rules, Jesus looked at the assembly of men, the women were at home. They’d gathered to enforce their rules; she was deemed an adulterer, her punishment, death by stoning. Their rules sighed Jesus, will they ever learn the power of forgiveness. The rabbi (Mullah, Priest, observer) puts on a solemn face, when explaining what her crime was. Jesus listens, nods his head, while scanning the crowd. The stoning is about to begin. Bundles of rocks have been gathered; the woman weeps while tied to a post, awaiting the first missile. Her crime, their shame.

The law that inflicts violence, from human to human is not of God, it is of man. Jesus steps into the arena, puts up his hand, knows all about the gathering, knows their failings, knows that the Spirit gives him the power to touch hearts. When he asks them to continue if they are clean themselves, they walk away, till all there is left is the woman. He then dismisses her, Go away woman and don’t do it again.

Violence, the threat, and those that have that power, the way that they use it. He goes to the gym, is big, flexes his muscles, lets them all know, he has power. She is the married woman, waiting. Her husband learned it from the way his own father treated his mother, assumes its normal, violence. No one opens their mouths or disagrees in this house. How many religions were like that; people afraid to speak up in case they offend the powerful ones. Solomon wondered if they understood that the violent mentality, was a habit passed on. Jesus is urging them to forgive others, was saying in affect, this is what you have to do, unless you want hatred to continue, amen.

If many of the religious minded were actual believers, and so called followers of Jesus, wasn’t it time they adapted his ways then?


Re thinking – Understanding Islam a re blog.

The reasons to be interested in the current state of Islam cannot be fully numerated. It is one of the world’s largest faith traditions. It is intersecting with other major faith traditions. We need to learn about our Muslim neighbors for all kinds of reasons. Dynamics of Muslim Worlds is a sometimes technical look at Islam around […]

via Book Review: “Dynamics of Muslim Worlds” — J.W. Wartick -“Always Have a Reason”

Yesterdays News

No one can actually remember, except those who make the news that are in the news, because they decide this is the news. A nuclear statement hardly creates a ripple, the famines in Africa, before our eyes, on account of the charities working there,

don’t exist at all, well who can blame them, the head is so loaded these days, what is really in it.

She is young and impressionable, has never had much respect, lives on the fringe, deemed unhealthy on account of the neighborhood, of course she is excited, first time she tried the stuff, and does it make her feel good, the buzz the energy the way she can forget, it’s all positive for the few hours she parties, who can blame her, it’s life.

She gets kudos, she is dealing a little, has standing with her friends, and she likes it. A step up from being a nobody, cause she has extra cash and the promise of a good time, it’s just the way it is. A real threat to society the authorities say, they plan a big coup, they are going to swat them out, maybe pick up a little credibility, a perk of the action.

In the news, the story of the bust, she will get a probation being a first timer, but the story will be read, told you so she was trouble, same way yesterdays news is trouble, cause all you do is forget it. Who wants to know!.

Solomon was reading the ancient scriptures, and they spoke of a Great Spirit, a spirit that could live in us, a Spirit that could stand up to the dark energy, and it also healed. It was yesterdays news in many, but it was only yesterdays news, an account of so many not wanting to hear it, amen.

Oscar Party, 2018, and the winners are…

Can anyone remember who won last years Oscar for best supporting camera crew, anyone. Blank faces, the actress in the corner, (sorry actor, the word actress does not exist), her mascara is running, it’s two blocks east of the theater, running. Not even a best supporting role, she saves that for the breast implants and her plastic surgeon. Friends, she promised them a statue, nothing. Pride ways you down, and what you think your friends think of you, does the rest.

No men allowed either it seems, there is a global outcry against inappropriate sexual antics; they focus on the lowest common denominator. The politically correct audience applaud the clever comments, eye each other, as if saying,  I told you so twenty years ago.

Meanwhile, every perversion you ever thought of, is there at the click of a button. The brilliant smiles, they might last awhile till the roots go bad, sorry she says, I got a specialist for that, seriously he nods, does she actually believe all that.

Solomon encountered a strange week; the head miners were doing there thing, sowing stress or what they call, self doubt, he listens and wonders where this is coming from, as they all claim to be of God, a surprise, the stuff he heard wasn’t anywhere he looked, it only came out of their heads. But the tricks of the demons, remorseless. He saw two small faces, transform to horror, expressions he did not think possible in children. What were they like at home; the stressed mother knows all about that.

Donald’s Big Gun Story

Don’t open your mouth, hold your breath, that’s important, slowly, very slowly, now ease the trigger. The school principal is on the range, doing an examination. Have I time to adjust my glasses he says. There is a bead of sweat on his brow. He is training for the new core curriculum, according to Donald.

Solomon watched the TV debate, a first in real time, Donald himself doing the chairing; it’s candid, it’s not showy, and behind the scenes, TV executives are anxious, what is he going to do next. 400 million legal fire arms, a human army, in one country; this is not Afghanistan, (they have to import their weaponry, so do the Mexicans) this is real time America. In the public outcry after the school shooting, something has to be done, the thorny issue, the gun lobby, and the right to bare arms (not get a tan by the way, but to hold a gun). Is exploitation the new core industry everywhere?

Trillions are at stake, and every war zone and dictator in the world depends upon the arms industry. And getting your product to the market place, inevitably involves the loss of life. It’s called security, there are many ways they frame the issue. Hysterical officials and politicians, all have the same call, something has got to give;. it’s the arms industry or it’s us.

Dexter you are squeezing too hard his instructor says. Dexter is getting high on the smell of the gun powder, the burning smell, it hits the nostrils, Dexter always wanted to be John Wayne.

Donald might upset many people, but this time he got his aim right.

Is the world a safer place, is there a threat online, are we being cushioned from a greater truth. Solomon watches the conference. He changes channels, momentarily. A suburb of Damascas, it’s raining bombs, neighborhoods in ruins, planes fly overhead. He switches back, the conference is still going on. A day later, they are still raining bombs, the guns are still being manufactured. Naive perhaps, maybe, but there was a time not long ago, when it was difficult to acquire a good illegal smoke. Years later, it’s everywhere. Same for the arms industry. amen.

Solomon encountered the cloud, and saw blessings flow. He encountered Great Spirit, the real kind not the imaginary. He saw the signs, the repeating events, numbers too. How many reforming super groups, all reforming. It spoke of the divine influence. Imagine it, real time proof of divine assistance, it is a good time to be humble and mean it. amen

Give Me Shelter from my fears…

What was there to hang on to, what was there to worry about, she was being moved on again, the lady in the old gray coat. Her dreams were years ago she can hardly remember, but she held on as long as she was made to, then decided to throw it all out. The bags are stuffed full, she pushes the trolley, her sleeves rolled up, its not that cold, besides you get used to it, she sighs. Those arms were so smooth once she remembers, then again, so they, did any of her friends remember, hardly.

Passed on the street, she snarls under her breath, they are looking at me, she would she says to herself, as if her life was all that mattered, and it did, but that was part of the disease, she walks up the steps of the great cathedral, there is always comfort there, and all of a sudden she wakes up, reaches out her hand, and feels him beside her; just a dream he sighs as he holds her close to his side. He gave her shelter from her fears, she remembers,


The Dark inside

Bitten by a dog, the child is young, develops a phobia, doctor calls it normal, given the experience. Everyone agrees, who could recover from such an experience, a young man, full of spirit and intense with his ideals, wants to see the best in everything, wants to see evil punished, believes in his country, well, someone better will come along. You are now a marine sir, is soon sent to Vietnam, returns shell shocked, addicted, life is never to same, the expert says so, everyone agrees, who could recover from such an experience. Others call it a disability, a situation you can’t deal with, but a situation others can handle, so you are different, based on your experiences; are we agreed, yes we are!.

25% of the world, addicted in some form, the numbers are actually higher in truth, so many of us are good at disguise, he is busy all the time, she is a career girl, busy. Turn on the TV, listen to the radio, what is your profile, what time of day, advertise laxatives to the elderly, advertise underwear to the young, one group interested in being able to live with a little dignity, the others group interested in personal appearances; the dark inside, getting the balance right.

Solomon heard of fishing, it had been going on a long time.