A Proper Charlie

He was a proper charlie, what does that mean, can anyone explain what that means. No, not the 100% cocaine you only find in the jungles of south america, no, not that, if that is all you can think of, well, you must be a proper charlie then, well, it sounds appropriate, amen.

Is this stuff real, the money man has a briefcase full of cash, he wont hand it over until he has the stuff tested. His accomplice in the deal, assures him, pharmaceutical grade he says, as if they can make unlimited quantities, at any time they want. Is that not reassuring, they can make it in any lab too, it’s just a chemical formula. But its not proper charlie.or Charles as some say.

What is real that is left in the world,no,this is not a Jewish sense of humor, whatever. This is the story of the zealot minded, who wanted to appear perfect in the eyes of men, the type that would turn over anyone, on a notion, the person who over buys insurance, in order to assure those close, it’s all covered, the work bench, tidy, tools in their original casts, perfection, the approval of men, and the more authority they have, the bigger the smile, a proper charlie in other words, amen.

The faithful friend stands by his pal, there isn’t much time,but their relationship is unique. His friend is a sheep, his is a sheep dog, over the years they became great pals. Let out in the morning, lassie as we’ll call our dog hero, he went looking for his pals, a few fields away. Hearing faint bleeps, lassie rushes to the field, what he see’s is devastation, wounded bodies,dead ones, his old pal one of them. Lassie sides up to his pal, his breath faint, there is not much time, he does his best to ease the pain, rests his paw on his pals side,dirtying himself with the blood on the wool,and decides to remain there, until the close pal expires, his close friend.

A proper charlie of a farmer is out in his tractor, spots the carnage,sees the dog biting into his pal he thinks, well, sheep are friends to everyone. In a mad rage, he rushes home, gets the shot gun, hurries back to the field, hoping, yes, hoping, that the dog will still be there. A more compassionate farmer might have got off his tractor and tried to do something useful, but our other world hero type,only wanted revenge. He smirks when he sees the dog beside the sheep,an opportunity.

The end of the story does not need telling, too many gloat over the wretched details, the press for one, and how they think sometimes. Jesus was lucky that there was no newspapers first time around,imagine the bad press they would have gladly written,purely for the approval of men, and we know that type,don’t we,amen. Proper charlie, amen.

Imagine it’s judgement day..and you have to share your dirty laundry…all of it…and the good stuff too?

So few people living, so few, ever make calculations for the world to come, when righteousness is the norm, and all that dark stuff simply goes away, well, who thinks about the pension in their twenties, usually the very cautious. The bell rings, even the angels will shudder, they too, have to come before the eternal judge, and if this is horseshit, i refer you to the old books.

How big will the laundry pile be, is directly related to you, it’s called the individual battle within, and the ancient prophets refer to this, as do all those enlightened. Those that tell you it’s just another bus ride were not reading the map the right way up, seeing as they can’t make sense of anything, well, awareness of God is awareness of Judgement. Good friends try to remind us of this certainty, there are no hiding places, that’s all folly, unless you are lucky enough to have brought straight to Heaven without having to be tested.

Recall what you are now seeing happening all across the world. Many will and have been totally fooled by a shiny faced liar who is trying to get himself recognized as God, this is happening to reduce the potency of Spirit existing, the spirit, the real one, has a different feel to the lower spirit, it’s encouraging.

More importantly, can you mitigate for the times you were less than good, turning the eye away from need, closing the heart to others, trying to fool yourself, as if to say, there is no God, well, recall the ancient books, there is testimony out there for those interested in looking, well, God loves the triers, the real ones. It will happen sudden, only God knows, but in the times of floods, they partied to the very last day, so if its written, there will be signs, about which you might have noticed a few changes these last seven years, and many people living are wondering what life will be like, after this latest plague, on that point,a plague has many forms, it could be a cycle of greed that never ends, the proliferation of time given to the movement between the legs, while there are so many calling for much needed help, food etc, well, the wise option, tend to the injured before you tend to your own needs sounds right advice, we are not meant to be funless.

So your conscience is like that of a very corrupt leader, politician, signs tell you, your affairs need sorting, we have to get organised, should have stood for something, well, while the rules might save you from your earthly employer etc, but that’s all, and when you leave that priceless job of yours, rest assured, your colleagues won’t be let down, you’ll have been replaced long before they give you the clock or some other trophy for all you gave, as Jesus told all those fortunate to be around him, even the heathen look after their own, so no marks for that, we all breath air as they say.

If this little piece of blog is rambling, its done this way, so as not to burden you, as many hard hearted zealots would willing do, while seeking a mention in your very own will, it happens, the patient suddenly gets the burst of enlightenment near the end, and rash appropriation of assets in times of chronic unease, are very well known about, so rather than be taken unnoticed, as all those ambitious folks say, preparation matters, the very way to success, so they all say, so this is not just my advice, amen.

In a nutshell, this applies to joe blogs as much as anyone else, rich don’t matter, no lawyer can do the stand in on this one, no, these are steps you have to make all alone. Now the point of these words; things are happening, in Space, that scientists can’t explain, and in reality, they are clueless on this. Just in case, those moments when you don’t have your seat belt on, the car seems to give reasons for anxiety, golly, must keep it on, just as Jesus reminds us, be on guard at all times, simply, treat people very well indeed,amen.

And…..next time, if we are all still here, amen! Where are the lights, gee, that tinned food, is it out of date, how did we end up here, did anyone bring chocolate, at a time like this?

Horror Stories and Us….

Living the nightmare, clutching the cushion before you, hoping that the Hero see’s the danger before it gets him, or hoping that the demon catches the girl and devours her, there are many ways of looking at a scene, a story, even your imagination. Every set of eyes see’s it different, they all have a memory, we are the sum of our experiences basically. You are young, you are rooting for the good person, your emotions are invested, besides, you are a child, those you nurture and feel most for, are those around you, and you want no harm to come to them, it hurts when they suffer.

Solomon recalled the journeys of old, how things happened, what being a child was like, before the advent of technology into the heart of so many lives. You didn’t have to text your pal to say this is boring, you didn’t have to tell your pal that everything was wrong, in a nutshell, you didn’t have the time to complain, you lived in the now, today was the day. You are going on holidays, you know your going, you don’t have doubts, there is a place, there is a road, you have been there before, and you know how to get there, it’s rather simple. The sandy beach, the caravan park, the others you will meet, the swim in the sea, and the guarantee of sunshine and good times, that’s the thought, you are going on holidays. You are not worried about the cost, what does it matter, you are not worried about the food, you haven’t starved yet, basically, you don’t worry at all, cause it always works out. For the same reason, you want the Hero to catch the bad man, and not the other way around.  Does this sound too simple, well, it used to be the way it was for a great many people.

Today we live with the uncertainty of not knowing, insecurity is mainstream, what we thought was for ever, doesn’t seem so, leaders are going strange, and the use of twenty word tweets and posts, can make the global news in a matter of seconds, as if we need to know, how so and so is thinking. Lets hope we don’t lose our minds with all the worry out there, that is the real horror story.

Solomon encountered the Spirit, heavenly assistance, magical rescues as if it’s the norm. It is, it was, and it will be again, for anyone who puts the eternal truth into their heads; God exists, and in these trying times, this is one truth you can rely upon, amen. There is no horror story when divine intervention is your friend.

Mind Porn

Sounds like the title of a book, Solomon listened to some, ideas grabbed off the internet, another loud mouth, the do’s and don’t of this and that, as if we didn’t know already, where are your children getting their ideas from. A friend plays a clip from a podcast, this is good, you have to listen, he heard it thirty years before, I suppose when the children are not doing the funny images thing, they switch over to a reasonable sounding voice, in order to fool the parents, so that’s what you are watching son. Solomon was reflecting on the covid epidemic, the world is turned over in a matter of days, the call to change, the environment begins to show signs of recovery, the air a little cleaner, meanwhile an asteroid misses the planet by inches, which would have totaled us all.

A new world, and quickly, Moses came back from the Holy Mountain, with the proverbial guarantee, God is with us he sighed, his heart full of joy, we have been saved. From a distance, he see’s the glittering statue, no no, he cries, they are back to their old habits, what have they done. Solomon sighed, we are in that sort of zone, we don’t want to repeat that again.

I’m a neighbor too

They,

hurry past the house, they know who lives there, the old lady is weird, they hurry their steps as they pass by. Inside their home, they bolt the doors, safe in doors, free from the world, the only thoughts, those they share with each other. The news, the story of a sickness, she thinks more anticeptic, he plans to wash more, they are a careful couple. Around the world, mortality is threatened, news of infection, not far from the attitude of those, who having wealth, are not into mixing with their poorer friends; they will only ask for help, don’t you know what they want. Neighbors.

Solomon sighed, a world threatened is a chance to develop new ways, or the return to old styles of caring. He recalled the truly great philanthropists, from the early 1900’s, the landmarks they left behind, the culture they encouraged, the gifts they gave to all, not selecting among the friends, a long time ago. maybe the new crisis, would encourage a new world outlook. Time was needed to size up the dirt that needed cleaning; did they really want their children to grow up stressed; as if they could do nothing.

Solomon recalled the night of the Spirit, the power of words that came with it; no power on earth could come close to it, amen. Neighbors, where were the borders, since we could reach out to every part of the world with our thoughts, thanks to the web.

Stop Stop Stop

What, I can’t hear you, she shouts, he can’t hear that well, he is always complaining, if this was like that, the old days, the future days, all he does is complain. Stop, you are doing my head in. Who needs to hear about it every day, it does her head in. She raises the volume on the TV, it dims his words, why worry she thinks, her favorite character in the soap is about to propose to her love sweet heart, her eyes are glistening, the semblance of tears, the feeling you get, when the emotions are on the rise. Go on she says, ask her, shut up will you, If only I had ear phones, she wouldn’t have to hear him complain, she’d be able to focus on the moment, yes she says, good on you girl, it’s the first time she has seen a woman get on her knees to propose. Soap opera’s, they get you to focus on the now.

Jesus said the same, it starts today. There were many burdened by their past, carrying loads, they did not know how to unload. Jesus reminds us; put your trust in the Holy Father, learn his ways, and he will take all burdens off your shoulders, amen. When you are at your weakest, God is stronger inside you, amen.

Future Dreaming

Well says God, The Great Spirit is talking with an angry seal who has just escaped the jaws of a seriously hungry polar bear, a bear as thin as a rake, ribs almost showing through the fur, a baby seal waiting on a little iceberg not far away, hungry also, by the way.

Seal is annoyed, looks up at the Great Spirit, She nearly got me dude, what was that all about?

I happen to Love Polar Bears seal, I hope you understand, its’ nothing personal. Seal shakes his head, you stole that line from a Clint Eastwood movie!. Seal is sorry for the smart remark; Everything came from Great Spirit.  Get on your way slippy butt and warn all your friends, and that S

wedish Chick, I want my polar bears to live in luxury nothing less, with abundant food, as for those 8 billion people living, they are not as rare as they used to be.

Seal can see the seriousness of Great Spirit, holds his gob, got to tell the world, they are living on thin ice.

Solomon sighed, the birds fly as and when they want, I would not mess with the Great Power behind that, would you?.

Addict Central

Darn, the buzzer goes, the alarm clock buzzes, who could be at the door, she clambers out of bed, bumps into the chair, what time is it, she wipes her eyes, clearing, the buzzer goes again, I’m coming she shouts, she knows the voice; frantic words are muttered outside, you have a ten o’clock and you are behind, she fumbles with the lock. The door opens, she retreats to the kitchen, the kettle is set to work, her assistant is done up to the nines, darn, she looks better than me. She opens the press, where are the pain killers, she has a brain rush, you need to order more of these, she holds up the noisy container, two or three loose tablets left. Then she thinks to herself, the sleepers, they are getting low too

, and there could be an emergency, she dismisses the thought, the time she dropped the container on the bathroom floor, and how sticky they were when she tried to pick them up. What about the anxiety stuff she thinks. Her assistant says nothing for a few minutes, she has been through it before, addict central.