Our First Born Child…

It’s a mix of stress anxiety and sheer delight, a trifecta of emotions, the young couple, devoted in love, the moment of the birth is near, she is having moods he is considerate, she is the holder of life, their love waiting to be given life. She rubs her tummy, I can feel her moving, maybe it’s a boy he says, she smiles, the baby does not kick, and sleeps easily, it has to be a girl. The day arrives, the appointed day, they are prepared, like birds in their own nest, they have made the home ready, their hearts are set, its’ about taking delivery of the gift. In a matter of hours, their lives will be three, and the past will be the past, for today everything is new.

Solomon re read the words of Jesus, man and woman are equals, and he went to a lot of trouble to explain this, even when the apostles were forever complaining about it. He even went to the trouble of explaining, what real faith was, it wasn’t about a particular religion, even if some claimed to be holier than thou. Being aware of human nature, he had to set the ground rules, the proverbial reference book, at least they would have the stories to recall, when they told everyone where their inspiration came from. They fought like lawyers while miracles were flowing, imagine what they will be like, when they try to enforce them, their so called rules.

The first born of the Spirit of Love, the child of the relationship, sets the compass for those coming after; Jesus did this for all of us.

Old Celestine

Demented crazed obscure over exaggerated fantastic lunatic story lines, over dependent self interested totally absorbed suicidal character forms, unrealistic over technofried over sexualized plot styles money orientated wealth directed totally desensitized populations, what a blast that took some energy I tell you!

Children had held bomb controls in their hands wondering what to do with them, adults medicated just smile try a few of them, come to the adult disco you’ll never be short of company, Babylon is a great place nothing to worry about there, just join in and get down and get out of your mind, zealots alarmed afraid to, am I describing the human race or is it a viable description of the Ukraine, hard to work out the truth of any situation with many in denial,  truth the enemy  many examples since the beginning of time, since the birth of Christ and long before, people who spill the beans and the things they go to prison and their death for, all nations on the earth be it Burma Israel Ireland united states of America, England, Scotland, Germany, wherever you look truth was Imagehard won, we even have laws, whistleblower legislation to safe guard those who tell the ordinary public what they ought to know. How mad is this, just reflecting on a story I read last night from a very old manuscript, the last writing of an old man 800 years ago, pope Celestine was his name and he gave us this warning, and I’m just after repeating it in the tale that went before, imagine that, wonder where the inspiration came from for the old man, just a rambler I suppose, amen, old Celestine where do the years go!