Inner Transformations

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We need distraction, but in the end, what about the Real Spirit, did you move it at all, or are you going through the phases as they say in a ball game, more important to be seen.

Solomon sighed, The Spirit was no delusion, fortunately, it’s all real, and far more, that is not yet written, well, there are those who will try to steal the truth, in the hope of fooling others, but with all jigsaws, the last piece, is what makes it complete, amen.

How often does it have to be said, are they waiting for the Celestial moment, the visitation that shakes the foundations of all that you know. And they end on age 231 of the book, gulp, what is the significance of that, and the book of numbers, dudes it’s time you got out of the sleepy haze your living under, what was that horse, change the tune, well……God is mercy and compassion, to be forgiven you must forgive…not words, acts.

He remembers the words of Ezra, the warning of the angels, did anyone take them seriously, the community leaders of the time did, and there are some still committed today, but what use do they have for wisdom, why is reason in hiding, what are the Spiritual leaders doing, leaving it all to God I suppose, basically, well, get the mirror out real fast, God is supposed to live inside you, or have you all forgot.

Solomon encountered Thee Spirit, it’s amazing what it can allow happen, amen.

The Prophets of God…

The celebration of Easter, the pageants, the elaborate preparations, the days of ceremony, how does it compare with the image of the man, dragging his cross through the narrow streets, his body showing the whipping it had received, the crowds along the street, leaning in, trying to catch a glimpse of the great pretender, as they would have been told, the blasphemer, what was in their minds, a mixture of pity and justice intermingled, the Eyes of Jesus imploring, is there none of you that will help, wondering what happened to his followers, the miracles he performed, a broken man.

Then the sudden changes in the weather, the earthquakes, the darkening sky, the response of the Holy Father in Heaven, this is what happened to the Spirit he sent in the form of man, the story of the vineyard told in the cruelest form, the prophecy made true, for those who believed that Jesus came from God. How did God react, the savior was murdered, they had paid no heed to the warnings despite seeing the miraculous, only to find out later, that they had indeed murdered another prophet of God, just as Jesus had told them. Beware of them he said.

Would the next holders of the Spirit do it any differently, would they be guardians of the Spirit, or would they too, behave as those who crucified had done. The big question, the years pass, the vanity of men in power, the usurping of the seat of saint peter, and advent of Protestantism, as the behaviour of the popes undermined the words of Jesus, even making themselves infallible, something even Jesus never did, always referring to the Father, and being humble despite having the power to do anything. In this mix, the creation of secret societies, to prevent the so called authority that enforced their will with the sword, from ever repeating the great harm again. amen

Demons and Envy

Sow the doubts, create division, it’s so easy. The pharisee’s were very devout people, they were the first people of God, had the books, a line of prophets, but they were human after all. Along comes a threat, so they think, there is a power shift, same as an idol loosing the audience to a fresher act; the imagination can play strange games. In other words; how often do we stand aside for a better version of life; Jesus made it simple, the blah blah was too much, the rules too intense, they were misleading the people, they acted like lawyers, making it difficult to navigate, you have to do this on that day, this on the other day, wash like this, wear your hair like that, and it had to be male led.

Stop Stop Stop, this is doing the head, God lives in joy peace and harmony, not tied up in chains. Being a Samaritan, doing what decent people do, not those who are war mongrels, listening to the views of others, respecting differences in how you approach life, all this stuff was written 2,000 years ago and longer. Don’t you know that demons exist, and they play with your well being.

Solomon smiled, it being the anniversary of the passing on of a GREAT friend. He had moved to another orbit; but he would surely approve the words, amen. The gifts that we can pass on, rather than the baggage we hide inside us.

Tyrants Anonymous meets..

The organizer, a three year old child, a little boy with a big heart. He heard a voice. Get them together, and tell them what you heard. The boy told his pals, we got God on our side, lets organize a meeting. So the first meeting of T.A was organized. Being organized by children, it attracted a most unusual crowd, what was the interest. They stretched around the corner, and ran for miles, the bullies.

The children look at each other, how are we going to deal with this lot. A tramp appears out of nowhere, I know where they are heading, a reversal of fortune, he says. The first will be last, the last will be first. That’s what Jesus said!.

Who are you the little kids said. I’m the overseer he replied. The children nod, That’s God or one of his close friends. You never know who you meet these days. Do Tyrants eat popcorn asked a voice, a young girl with entreprenerial skills. Well, we might as all well feed them, give them treats, before they have to visit that other place.

Hole in the Ground…

You don’t expect me to dig that he said, His Father was pointing to the spade, hurry up. A plot had been marked out, he was being asked to dig a drain. Machinery can do that he sighed, shovel in hand, he found the spade easier to dig it, it cut through the soil easier, whatever. If he wanted to use the car, he had to dig the hole, so he saw it. Half an hour, a little progress, this is going to take an eternity, his fingers were not used to such work, they were beginning to blister, what would they be like by dinner time. He kept on checking his watch, mobile phones did not exist in those times. I could ring the landscape company ho thought, and hire one of those little machines. And his father would be off all the afternoon, he imagined the surprise on his father’s face, to see the job completed before the due time, think of the credits he’d earn.

Many years later, they gather for the anniversary celebration of his Fathers passing. He is there with his brothers and sisters, friends, they reminisces, tales are told. His wife is with him, their children too. He was always a teacher, Father, said his sister. He nods to his wife; she is after a bout of depression, she was in that state of loss for a few months, he wondered how they got through it all. Then he thought of his father, that hole in the ground, patience.

2020 Chaos….just growth pains…

Distraction, the war engines throttle up, in conflict there is opportunity, and when all seems lost, it has only just begun, A man, with power, has another man with Power, removed from life, while the Australian Bush burns. Global, human co-operation is required to solve issues of life and death, our very existence, while the gap between the rich and poor grows wider. Solomon was remarking on the news, how if affected people, how the call for war, was like adrenaline to a junkie, or the white snake oil salesman telling the towns people, that what he had in the bottle was their cure all. We all want to believe the best.

Remain calm, word gets out that John the Baptist has been murdered, Jesus rises in strength. His words grow ever faster. Jesus himself is dying on the cross, his early apostles go into hiding, thinking they will be next. Soon thereafter, they are in total joy, they meet Jesus again. The Spirit lives, they are given gifts of the Spirit, and to this day, the names of the prophets are on many lips, despite efforts to curb the enthusiasm, for anything that does not lead to wealth creation.

As said in old times, Forgiveness kills the instinct for violence, something we need to reflect on. Moses and the burning bush, food for thought though, and hopefully rain for Australia.

 

Who Am I

The questions in the hearts of many, what is my life, who am I, why do I exist, what is my purpose. Seated in a cafe, outside of course, no borders exist, we all breathe the same air, enjoy the same sun, she twiddles her thumbs, she has come a long way, crossed many borders, had adventures you want to forget, had to sell herself, we all need to be fed, and a hungry child doesn’t ask where the dinner came from, the little eyes look up at you, for me they ask.

The time of the arrival of Christmas, a festival of praise, our way of giving thanks to God. She looks at the men and women passing by, their arms holding bags, it reminds her of the time, when all her possessions could be held in them, apart from the child she held to her heart. Who Am I, she keeps on asking.

An older man passes by, catches her eye, and smiles at her. Her fears are put at ease, he is not one who will betray me, she can see it. Who Am I.

Refugees, immigrants, women seeking shelters, children seeking example, Solomon was reminding himself of past times, the race to buy the last gift, wondering what they might think of him, did he spend enough. Years later, he sits with two codgers, he having escaped death in this life by divine intent, no longer worried what others thought of Him, think about it, the One who made life real for us all. Who Am I, a child of God he said as he passed her by.