All those identities we have to sort through, are we this, bi that, with that alone, half, with, unsure, forgetful, happy weird, decathalonic, what version of human being am I. This crisis, no one came to point it out, they gave us a form, we filled in the details, your in this row, what, but, well that form said, later, well he is my pal, then later, we are pals, the roots extend out as you grow up, its called space, you find your way over time, and Jesus tells stories to explain all this, you have no worries by being a little surprised, time will work it out. In the mean time a bright spark says, well if we can reproduce, and mother nature tells us, its getting difficult, maybe we should start our own group, that is in the interests of everyone, why not. Taylor Swallow and Barney Dolphin are explaining the idea. Barney, the recent receiver of responsibility, well, the three little dolphenee’s will require the future as their birth right, and rather than hearing about it, Barney intends to do something about it. Knowing that the voice will be heard at night, Barney in times future, does not want to be woken from a happy sleep, hey, look what you did for us, what, then the list of complaints, put anyone off breakfast.
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The Future mother’s club, well, those who want to study the environment from the point of view of a mother, it can only lead to a sounder platform, a float on the ocean, a safe place, rather than fill our heads with the issue of children, we will think of safety first, and occupy our minds, with life giving thoughts, that’s wisdom, amen.
Imagine, the one great journey we all have to overcome, baby time. There you are, looking about, so that’s a light, and those are people, what is for dinner, breathing, ah, it tastes different, the stuff, a little hat on the head, so warm, smiling faces, happy reflections, and the music, i heard that before. We have all this before us, imagines the future mothers club honorary president, Taylor Swallow, all the stuff you need to be aware of, health, support, short term, long, role in the world, high sports or normal, the whole menu, what a world to look forward to, and the hope, well, if social media is too much, at least at the future mothers club, we can discuss the world, clean environments, the eyes, what do we want them to see, how can we survive without thinking of the needs of mother earth, its a continuous effort, like Jesus, we run the race to the end, you don’t give up trying.
AS for stuff that can hurt at times, offer it up, think of the eternal loving heart that absorbs the pain, so some try to imagine themselves in the role, the amount of pain in the world, how do you learn from it, where do you find space from it, the obvious needs, rest, Jesus had to escape from his apostles at times, its in the book. amen. One Good thought….Solomon smiled, it will help sort some identity issues; you’ll figure it out later, like the first car, and how you move up, well, that’s common sense, amen.
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.
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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.
Solomon looks at the picture. In red, she stands among the political pals. A stern look on her face. What story is she reminding us of. Solomon was airing his opinions to himself, its important to free your thoughts, and well, lets hope there are those who are not nefarious in the vicinity listening, to take advantage of them, or as George Orwell would say, waiting to use them. The AI machine will have to be re programed if that’s the case, amen.
The number of journeys the lady in the red coat made. Not always encouraged, she was undaunted, it reminds Solomon of the warnings of Jesus when directing his thoughts to those in positions of authority. Your talents have a purpose, use them wisely.
The way the children came to her door, the desperately needy at times, how she was always prepared, they never left her without some giving. Same as the record seventeen Christmas cakes. How eaten bread is quickly forgotten, amen.
Just imaginary, Celestine remarks from his eternal place of residence, he is after examining the books of humanity, reads about the great success of education, reads on, gets to the health department spend, what, he looks at the entire body, its disproportionate, the amount of effort devoted to our human ability to reproduce, what habits are causing these, of course Celestine in his appeals were very wide, he appealed to all who were living at the time, issued his appeal, hoping they’d get a good ear, so here he goes again, do we have issues below the belt, what is going on, can’t we be clean in our efforts, that’s all. The budget alone would pay for so much other stuff, apart from., freeing the head.
Francis reads Celestine’s appeal. There is much to agree on. So Francis thinks; should i publish that old appeal, or publish it with modern thinking applied. No one has taken on the subject, however being a male, its still a huge segment of the health budget, it will ask more questions of our individual actions.
America, health costs, the insurance element, the investment in health enormous, the global return, its not as drastic as it looks, perhaps its reminding us, helping the thought process, invest in health. Meanwhile in all the faith groups, the return is forecast, its time to encourage each other, its not them or us, we.
What did I do to myself, we’ll never meet girls. He looked at his friend. The booze was having no affect. Heat and alcohol does not work when you have chores to do. It makes you anxious. The bar is nearly empty, we won’t get seduced here for sure. Its a learning holiday, I have to take him home with a new attitude. The way that other thing controls him. He needs to have a story of his own. One few can compare with, one few would dare to risk. The beach would have been an option, well, lets say, for what. There was no gap in that front, connected as they say. Its dark, from the side comes a voice, then the person, free drinks, half price tokens, flyer folk, young people who go to holiday places, and earn cash touting for business, for the local restaurant or bar. Everything is seedy late in the evening, that’s a given. (smile).
Any way, the drive to the remote beach would sound exciting in today’s world. The four in the car would be expected to be up to something. No., not voyeur world or whose turn is it next, none of that stuff, more like, what, I never thought it was like this, trying to mind surf late at night, the prudent friend getting into it as well, the eyes opening, knowledge learned, not an empty time.
Years later, an innocent comment with a few bits left out. Years after that, from an infernal source, the same comment is heard again, what, the link to the past. Another user of people, another one who sold others on?
My life is dark, there is nothingness, I’m alone, the noise is the same, emotions, what are they for, I’m a goldfish in a bowl, and no one is cleaning the water. I started out with great hope, I lived on the words spoken to me, I trusted in those close to me, there it is, how did faith manage to live through it all, is the great miracle. That emptiness inside, the space I reserved for love and goodness, an empty barn, always waiting to be filled, my mind can’t deal with this, try some of this. She is after dealing with a lot of lovelessness in her life. Hungry to fill the void, she is young and attractive, he promises her so much, try some of this, will I, she refrains, later, another invitation, later another invitation, eventually she succumbs. Great at the start, success, it looks so easy, then trouble arrives, or was it invented to procure her into a life of slaving for others. How circumstances are arranged.
He has an interest that is in the shadows. Its spoken of crudely. He is young, he begins to dislike others on account of it. He tries to fit in, remains distant, they are not like me, what would he turn into, what we do to get interested.
Solomon on violent love and the harm it causes, and the way its so cheaply spoken of. Ah, that’s nothing. You’d be jailed for trying to starve your child. Now we have nations, who starve the children of other nations, and they call it policy. Who is the good Samaritan!.
Wanted, the poster, what was so funny then. Those we rely upon the ones we try to bring down. Too common, always there, seemingly available, always, easy to manipulate, often helped too, others, there for the people, there to help, did we do this to our selves. Now we need them, all of us, divine intervene-rs, those with the Spirit, we have all heard about the other. The loss to others, is this Jesus on the law of the talents. Is this Jesus on responsibility, in short, do we test the patience of the Almighty, we act like children at times, but do we always act that innocently, do we undo ourselves. God hasn’t showed up in awhile they used to say. Now its every day, the story reveals itself. What is it that drives us, what does it matter, we all have to go through the gap.
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Baby!, her labor pains have begun, there is joy on the faces of the women. At last. The new arrival will take all their attention as they should. New leaf on the tree. The women chat easily. Its time, the baby knows it. The prayer picture on the wall, reverence for God. There will be no other thoughts inside today, new life.
Solomon on the new times; Jesus is the go to man for insight on all things today, amen.
Look, there will be space on the next rocket ship, I swear!. What choice do they have, but to believe him. He lied about the others, he, they walk away, what!.
Francis, the number of files would fill a medium sized office. He looks at the monsignor. If we got even 10% into real service again. 10%, even one per cent says the monsignor would do. Francis looks at the monsignor. I think we’ll be needing a coffee machine in here. Done Papa.
Lucid, he stops to chat, they are a pair, he listens to them, it has meaning, and the weather is cold, not a day to be seeking the habit, or that which leads you into the abyss, it’s quite a common complaint but it’s dealt with. There are those, who live in such mind sets and get along quite well, but the harm to others, you rarely hear about it. Solomon and the word, the need for a fresh collection, they work, words, they bring peace, words, they bring change words, words, how we arrange them.
He reads the paper, the distractions, the ordinary causes put to the side, they don’t make a good headline, while the news covers the dangerous conflict, isn’t poverty a conflict for many. A human soul, with salary, goes into the field, can view the ground up reality. The noise of politics is less, the reality of daily living, is it that hard to get a clean cup of water, listening to the lady, English perfect, though living in the famine district, the recorder of the history wonders, what made her stick around, there is plenty going for her.
Conscientious, surely there are some, the need for clarity, someone has to write it, the experience of another, then the writer, has a short time frame, headlines will gang up on you, you won’t even remember at times, how do you deal with the struggle to be emphatic about it all, without drowning in it completely. Have mercy on the eternal loving hearts out there, they do the marathon regularly, amen.
The famine relief need is heightened, relief for those in that area, awhile say, nearby, to be truthful, nearby is only a plane ride away. Those in direct conflict have runway approval, more stories to chose from, while the traffic in numbers, is good for the advertisers too. Bob Dylan wrote a few songs on the subject. The leaders, there are a few out there, they wonder at the pace of the information going into heads. Strategists watch the trends, where is the attention heading.
Francis prays, asks for help. There are so many using the online, they have a short attention span. He hears of other news, great news, divine possibilities. Images too, the Spirit needs a boost, how to use the communications tool. Francis hears of the audience, where are the fish, we are fishers of men, Jesus opened the options and gave great understanding to what many try to explain with rules. Francis sighs, he knows too, that he will be telling of his great victories, and the disappointments, a more streamlined approach, am I too old for that, can’t we say it with words. Where, to whom do you aim them, how we reach out, the daily struggle, amen.
John, I need to speak to the man, no words spoken to others, this is pure news, the changes coming, you’ll understand the necessity. He takes the visitor to a room, they talk in confidence, its important thought Solomon, this man believes, amen. And signs of the divine are always welcome, when clear cut and up there.
The day, the party feeling, he stops at the side of the road, where is my camera, what ..he looks up, darn, will, he has a decision to make, do what you are doing, the same compliment he heard from, the Old Sage, he continues on, the journey more than poignant, he has to keep the head, there are others who willingly betray, or extreme believers who lose themselves and forget what living is about, getting on with others. Tickets for the night, he like a phantom of the opera, well he was not far from the place, he sighs, the time with Old Ned, a week he could write about with gusto, the sambucca, coffee laced, he must have thought that coffee had become rare in this part of the city, well, sometimes you need help to hold it together, its normal, sadly and gladly, medication, people going to war to numb their emotions, its written in history, even Goebbels knew this.
The night in question, the warmest of welcomes, that smile on her face, such kindness, he laughs at the memory, more of them would be even better, clean bed and linen, all the little things, and if you needed anything, you only had to ask, sincere, where are all those type of people now. He looks at the curtains, the joke he heard, did it really happen, whatever, it was a jab of a thought, a wonder of what should have been, no regrets as Edith Piaf would sing, even if her voice betrayed the deep emotion.
There now, he recalls the times, it wasn’t easy the first day, he was taking her down, to stop on your own is dangerous, you need to be helped, the second day, the desire weakens, and so on, but being there as Peter sellers tells us, is vital, yes, they distracted him from helping, so be it, shit happens.
Years later, he recalls the light, how great the honor, the lessons he learned, in groups so many follow the herd instinct, he recalls the time he had the dream, fighting his way against a swell of people, leading themselves to a dangerous cliff, what, its not easy to avoid the crush, ask your local vet about it, amen.
Food for thought, ideas to bring into the head, that will clear you inside from the debris of the day, or what reminds you of other things. How often do we hear about Love on the News Channels, amen.
Did Beckett hear that live in Paris?…or..we all love a little charade or two….the movie, James Stewart…or was it, or was it, Grant, ah will you look it up, he imagines the fake inserts, there were a few on the blog, what sort…when it all pointed to repairing our relationship with Christ Jesus, amen.
He arrives at her home, a visit, it will only last an hour or so, and leaving will be hurtful, she lives in dangerous surrounds, there are those who are aware of her vulnerabilities, and they regularly try it on, Solomon breaks the day, exchanges some laughter, there is lightness in the room, and hope all around, whatever they may say, she was one hope filled lady, always believing in her God, amen.
She put him into words, and wrote awesomely well, her reach, that of her heart, it filled in many blank hearts, and her record of being inclusive, would have made many a spiritual leader look empty by comparison. Her devotion to hope, she was too kind at times, always believing, and when she passed, she left a lot of memories, and the passing was as tragic as she was kind, amen.
Despite the odds, she kept on persevering, and that attitude, was felt by her students, and rare as it is, she volunteered to help those with ambitions, and she never gave up, even as her space was crowded out. She listened to music, forgave easily, and not long before she passed, she told the story of her Mexican dream.
I was driving her Citroen 2CV, a young woman in Mexico, her spirit free, her hair down, same as her spirit was under pressure, she was free in Mexico, perhaps, a reminder of a race of people, who like her, were being oppressed, amen. With such a record of good deeds, it’s hard to ignore one, who immortalizes you in words, amen. She brought a lot of help to places, amen.
Solomon was recalling the journey of life, and the people you encounter, and how those of the spirit, often find themselves lost for space inside, to whom do you turn to, and as for those who say it clear, and are then later incarcerated, for being too spiritual, you can imagine the sadness, many live with, while trapped inside, to whom do you turn, amen.
Like the widow who gave the two bits all those years ago, she is remembered still, and when you think of those words, uttered by Jesus all those years ago, is it not wonderful, to have your name linked, to the most giving of hearts, thanks old friend, amen.
Solomon smiled at the thought of the famous science teacher, who recognized the value of the electric highway long before the so called experts. She saw at once the reach it had, and in that thought, you recognize the call of Jesus, to reach out, and stop being judgmental. All too often, zealots from other places, try to link their issues to foreign ones, if there is some advantage to be gained. Solomon was thinking of the new EU version of south america, where before countries could be bankrupted overnight by currency speculators, a game they could no longer play in Europe. Stand firm, when the wisdom is used wisely, it continues to flow, amen. And if you are unwell and not too optimistic, think of the good ideas that help others, and meaning others, those outside your normal sense of living, amen. You will be adding to the pool of wisdom, and that as Oscar Schindler says, makes you an essential worker for the Higher Kingdom, amen.
p.s….She was posed reading a book, what page was it, he often wondered, amen.
As an after thought, he recalled the time, the weather wasn’t that kind, there was a gap in the year, the holidays. The phone cut off, he wasn’t able to ring to see what it was like, and she was in need that Christmas Night. Who else called to see how she was doing, he just wondered, amen.
Dylan Thomas might have written the, in times such as these, Solomon smiles at the old memory. The nation is drowning, which one you ask, the roman collar is tightening, what was the reason for it. A lady friend of poetic talent, a fan of Michael D, Gerry Adams and others, how she tried to be so dignified, Solomon her close friend, the reasons old ones, She writes the story of her friendship in words. Despite the Odds, an ode to her friend Solomon, the words on the color purpled paper, her gift to him, all she could afford, a birthday wish and story of great hope. She talks to him on their visits together, it was always a time of Spirit the worries of the times, forgotten, as when a friend comes to visit. What did they do to her, he wonders to this day.
“Flowing hair, the open roof, free to dream, this is annies hope, a poetic heart, lover of mankind, the woman, where did she find such a heart, why do modern nations, seem to be looking for it, their spirit, can it be regained. It was all she could afford, the gesture, her words, a unique gift, the memento, that endures, when other gifts mean nothing at all, well, apart from some, it’s not that your too busy, Ms Dooley made time for all.
It’s impossible to forget such a tribute. And that thought alone, brings us into the temple of the Almighty, the teaching, whom do we remember when all seems gone, or when the small feel of no consequence, so Jesus to encourage the least, tells the story of the widow who gave the two bits, as if to say, your good works are not forgotten, regardless of what some may say.
The Almighty teaches us in so many ways, expects us to reach out, the teaching of Jesus, the wonder how he taught, the lessons today, what is expected of us, do we still try to blame who we can, while disguising it, as some form of liberation, when it’s the money they are after, nothing more.
Jesus and the living words, why are they called that, and John, the Gospel, words and words, how they change and improve, open the thought process, while the books say, The Word is with God, amen. By words, through words, the journey, listen if you have ears, amen.
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