Whats the Hurry

Your average five year old is searching the web, something interesting to get excited about, what’s the rush, he is safe isn’t he, he is only filling his head with all sorts of stuff. Didn’t Hitler do that as well, fill the heads of the anxious and vulnerable, and the mess, fifty million dead, not such a good idea allowing them to fill your child’s head so easily. The tan is beginning to fade, wish the weather would heat up, want some of those rays, I am going on my holidays, don’t mention the arctic, that’s been happening for years, I am going to have my drug, I don’t complain when you play golf all afternoon, easy on the wine dear, his eyes turn to heaven, she will be a pure devil within an hour, what’s the hurry you ask. The rich guy in the corner is laughing, what can they do about it, he thinks it’s the case of the strong over the weak, give into it. In three hours you can pick up a child in some cities, what’s the rush. With money you can buy them all, look across the water, living in cuckoo land, the children in senior positions of power, when it happened in North Korea, Parts of Africa, we all called it, dictatorship, well, in a world controlled by paper, those who print it, set the rules, what’s the hurry.

As Ezra said, as in the time of Lot, Moses, Noah, and all the great prophets, they partied to the limit and then shrieked in terror, when they realized it was over, what’s the hurry. Solomon saw the signs, from ancient times, in real time, Spirit, Cloud, the trumpet, living on a knife edge including the global environment, what about the social environments, those things, what do you call them, children, yeah, the great leaders of the future, no doubts what they are getting addicted to, too. look, if we are all doing it, it’s called normal, what’s the hurry, Cindy will do it all night, wait, what’s the hurry?

Solomon sighed. The night he encountered the “Pure Spirit”, and how it changed every day since. Gifts we have, for the well being of all, as it was in the beginning, so it will be at the end. Words sighed Solomon, the beginning and the end of everything, how we use them.

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In a social coma

He’s in a coma, they come to visit, all they see are the tubes, you mean they are feeding him through that, so technical, more screens, all sorts of monitors, the breathing tube moves up and down, he can hear them, the patient, he just cant move, so powerless, having the body without a working brain. What are we supposed to do in a place such as this, do we shut down the machine when the money runs out, or when we tire of the visit, a hundred damn questions, all have a point, meanwhile the tube still breathes in and out.

Solomon watched the happy spectacle, they were gushing over the small child, a fiesty young child, perhaps two, more likely a year and a bit, copying and imitating what ever is in front of him, content to be out and about, he can read their moods better than they can, and he can’t even reach their knee bone, when he screams he gets their attention, cute boy, he is learning so fast.

Seven or eight years old, the world is turning fast, the gadgets are getting slimmer and so are your thighs, meanwhile eight year old is learning fast, so fast its hard to keep up with him, Mother is a rush around woman, the pace of life demands it, and same as those phones, if you are out of the loop, your friends soon forget you, even your voice. You were not in my phone, how could I tring you, used to be your not in my heart why should I ring you, (nice rhythm in song), it’s all changed, the competition is fierce, and the cost of living is one way, up.

Those refugee camps, why are they on the TV this night, the caption reads cholera, can we get that in New York the voice in the background says. It’s a third world disease, poor sanitation, haven’t they got water over there, the banter goes on between the kitchen and the TV room, Donald Trump is after sacking the secret service, you mean again the voice in the kithen says, he can never focus the other repeats. Meanwhile, eight year old, has no problems with focus, he is on the news feed, the online feed, he wants to learn as much as he can, he is programmed that way, to be filled and filled again. What is that with all the weird stuff he says to himself, do animals do it like that too!.

Solomon sighed, his dream was over, it was time to rise, what a dream, the world was in a social coma, social coma, he likes the ring of it, one way of describing it, amen. Well, when you have a visitation with the Great Spirit, there is nothing else you need to know, know what I mean…..Meanwhile, In a far and away place, the affirmation comes again, the heart lights, the sun comes out, just like that…

Those Old Wars

A lot of bloodshed, a lot of heart break, does anyone remember their names, hardly, Amo nods in the bed, still a teacher, he listens, it’s all that He can do these days, listen. You are not feeling well he says, his visitor is an old friend, they were in college together, that is sixty years or more, over a hundred and twenty years between them, come to think of it, a lot of living time on the planet, a couple of major wars, the great one in 1939, do they all remember that, ration cards, doing without petrol, driving the car twice a week, if you were lucky enough to have one.

I’m getting old Amo, says the friend, not unlike yourself, they share a smile. They went on the odd holiday together, when travel was a huge experience, not the twenty four seven event it is now, when tickets to anywhere can be bought within hours of flying, and half the price when you do. Amo sighs, everything moves on, in the end we leave behind what, memories, that are hopefully, a legacy of a sort. The old friend, nods. Will anyone remember us, the thought is on his visitors mind, Amo has no such fears.

Immune to the news, Solomon sighed, when we hear too much of it we switch off. There is another appeal, another famine zone, another disaster, another social meltdown, the car moves along, the radio is changed, music, an awful lot happier, positive. Immune are we, to news and all that we don’t want to hear. Solomon pursed his lips, an observer, he watched it all. It must have been the same at the time of the ancient prophets, the news no one listened to, the descent into pleasure, this is going to last forever. Time tells us, it never lasts, maybe that’s what we need to recall, it is all passed on, your habits, good bad or indifferent.

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.

Dancing Girl

What is the purpose of my life, the dancing queen is tired, the rehearsals are tedious, getting ready for another show, life is getting her down, her ankle hurts and the chorus of dancers are out of rhythm, is it her calm, she is stressed, is it for the money, or is there a greater purpose, why am I doing this, it’s a question all the great artists ask themselves, am I relevant anymore.

She shouts stop, they all become statues, what is wrong, they are afraid to look her in the eye, is that the reaction you wants she says to herself, is it because I’m a tyrant, a bully in charge, or am I loosing my self. Do I need a new direction, something fresh to encourage me along. They look at her, seeking guidance, she could be having a breakdown, perhaps I AM DOING TOO MUCH, and need to take a rest, she does not think it, it’s what is on their mind.

Solomon sighed, many lives suffer the burn out, and when they don’t take a seat, they end up getting into all sorts of ugly stuff. He has seen it happen to those who over work, a good nights sleep without medication, a miracle for some, he smiles, the duvet and the pillow has always been his friend. He learned young, to have energy and verve, you need to pace yourself, rest in between the moments and you will be grand. Don’t let the mind fool you, there are demons who will tell you what you want to hear. Even the Greatest Spiritual leader of all time, teacher, Jesus, had to get away from the disciples regularly, the body needs rest and the minds needs to put down all it has inside it.

Solomon learned the lesson a long time ago, a close friend, the afternoon rest, the energy that seemed everlasting to well into the eighties, all because she knew how to rest. In the busy world, so many had to go full throttle, afraid of loosing their position, living in fear, while in positions of authority even. The Spirit needs rest, and space to regroup, and in a busy world, that was becoming more difficult. Put it in words he smiled, and it will become a tool for someone else, amen. Turn the extremists into babbling fools Dear Father, and when they try to make life difficult for your people, remind them, the love is in charge, amen.

Harry the Potter

Amo, what does He mean when he uses words such as potter, and stuff, it’s rather confusing, the request of a small child. Amo drifts back to his school days, he is having a recall while lying in bed in his care home. The thoughts on his mind when he faces the divine one, it’s like preparing for an exam, and Amo has high expectations.. A teacher all his life. He tries to remember the answer he gave that day. The child had one of the harry potter books in his hands, was there a connection he could make.

Amo thinks, don’t pretend if you don’t know the answer, and if it’s an educated guess admit it. Amo is tired of the so called global experts, and their expert opinions, it hasn’t worked, caused huge global problems, these so called expert opinions. A bit like Brexit and the United Kingdom, a huge bonus for every country but the United Kingdom, so much for expert opinion.

The potter fashions the clay, creates the vessel that holds liquids or foods, enables us to sit down and eat together. Without a vessel to hold water, think how difficult it would be. The Child nods, easy to understand that. So when it goes wrong sighs Amo, what does the potter do, say when it begins to leak. The child nods, that’s easy the little boy says. He makes a new one. Amo’s face widens into a grin, a wise little vessel this one is. Amo continues.

The clay can be refashioned too, when it gets out of shape he says and needs to be adjusted. You mean when it’s been made asks the Child. Amo sighs, God does not make mistakes, he wants to get it right. How about this he says smiling. The times when you know you done wrong and allow someone else to take the blame, how do you feel about it after, The child sighs, tears in it’s eyes, you feel bad, and you try to avoid them, don’t you, he says.

Amo is trying to connect the thinking of the Child to wisdom, there is no one solution. In his mind he recalls the teaching of Jesus, the faults that are passed on when we can’t forgive, and the resentment it causes later, and the harm passed on.  That would be one reason for refashioning the clay, apart from the destruction of the message it was supposed to carry… One way of putting it, enough for one day he sighs, the class is over, he is back in his bed in the care home, but smiles at the memory of long ago, seeds well sown, he’ll pass that test all right.

 

The Temple Door

He watches them enter, he has been waiting a while, there has to be one who understands, the words have to have meaning, not simple acknowledgement, there is plenty of that, who doesn’t need water to drink, an acknowledged fact, yet so much of it is poisoned, when it gets rare, suddenly things hurry up. Solomon reflected, why were the prophets necessary, why were they sent around. Reminders, there is a destiny, that even the demon acknowledges, were we supposed to be working towards that, making it possible. He is hungry, it’s a place where the worshippers gather, they are told to imitate Jesus and the prophets, he seeks a sign. Has been living on a bench, not a tramp, far from it,. he comes with divine authority, there is one among them with the faith Necessary, he continues to wait at the temple door.

The wonders of the stories of old, the constant rebuke of those in charge, repeated so often, no wonder he said it was great news for the oppressed and the poor, those moved out of societies view, it’s ugly having to admit the downside. Get them out of my sight, who needs reminding of that.

Solomon smiled, his Mother held the door open all her life, didn’t suffer the views of those who waited on society, to deliver. In her heart, in her family, active in your faith, and you will be delivered. How many times had the helper arrived, every time, and what was the response of the organised religion, the same as political parties trying to recruit a candidate?