Amo Tends to excite, and dreams can be used to unite…

Amo, what does the word mean, it’s small, it’s Latin, it’s Greek, the old man is trying to explain the importance of a name. Where do these names come from, why are you called John, Jack, James, something to do with your past, suppose it has something to do with your roots, maybe it’s the message of Jesus, the stuff you pass on, maybe names are both a blessing, a warning, maybe a reminder, the habits you don’t want to pass on. The old man sits in the bed, he is trying to pass on wisdom, the hours are getting less and his time has come, there is much he wants to say, but they seem to put thoughts in cages and then they forget, the moans in their faces, he wants to shout, shake them up, this is only passing time, and there is something greater waiting for you, depends on your heart and the state of your soul. No amount of money can do this for you, it involves personal reflection, and that is sometimes difficult. Perhaps others make mistakes to help us along, in case we think we ever get it right.

 

The desperation he feels, they are going to mourn me soon don’t they realize it will be the other way around, what a surprise awaits them. He flashes the eyes, gets their attention, the lack of faith of those who claim to possess it, so darn frustrating, little wonder Jesus gave out to the apostles, they acted as if they were in charge, did they listen at all.

 

Amo, the first word in the L

atin dictionary, Love, wow, we got it they sigh.

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A Little Love Goes a Long way…

She holds her heart, hasn’t opened it in years, the memories comeback, the fear, was it something she experienced as a girl, did the heart get wiped out too often, does she bypass it. The boy is young smart and clever, has great dreams, has experienced estacy, the thrill of the inside, that nothing but confidence can give, I did that, it was me, he grows in stature, he is becoming a man. She runs in the door, the news, she can’t believe it, the news is shattering, so good too, why did it happen to me, it is the tsunami moment, everything she holds dear has been washed away, why me. How life can twist in a single moment, the glimpse of love, and how you can’t resist, the moments that make life worth remembering, a little goes a long way as they say.

Solomon sighed, his heart was full of the thrill, amazing things were happening, not that he had much to do with it, The Spirit that was given to him, and what it has inspired in him, a gift that is truly divine. He watches the flowers pass down the street, there is a feeling of spring, new life, so many hearts were opening, something great is happening. Why be surprised he sighed, in the past, so many cultures reported the same thing, after a disaster or seeming disaster, someone wise comes along. Yes, it was just as Jesus has said, the helper always arrives, just open your heart, and let the light in, it’s that simple, amen.

Don’t give up, you never know who is beside you, any given day!

 

Refugee

Hurry, pack your things, she rushes around the room, there is a window of opportunity, the boat leaves in half an hour, quick Ahmad, what about my football, I will buy you a new one, hurry, she is desperate to get out of the place, a  chance in a lifetime, hopefully, her sister is after saving her, a friend in Paris is after getting her a seat with one of the traffickers, the boat leaves Tripoli in half an hour. Passports, in the trunk, she digs around, there is so much she will have to leave behind, Ahmad looks as his mother, she is in a panic, is there something wrong, his face is covered in a frown, and despair, where are we going, she has him by the hand, you didn’t look the door, she pulls him along, what about my friends, you will have new ones, hurry, it’s a ten minute walk to the beach, be there at nine they won’t wait, her sister knows the people in Paris, this is not a scheduled flight from New York or London, no family holiday, this is the exodus, no time for ceremony or bread making, there is no time, hurry Ahmad, she pulls him along.

the Harbour comes into view, her breathing eases, she pauses, looks around, her walk slower, and you will have a game boy too, his little eyes light up, really, her smile widens, yes, so be good. He dreams the next few steps, he will have his own team, up to now he has to use his friends, I am going to become a man. There is a group on the boarded quay, there is the hum of the engines, a voice shouts from somewhere, hurry up, we have to leave now.

I’m alma De salma, the boarding clerk checks the register, last minute he says, gives her a smile, you have friends, she smiles. The remaining passengers are loaded, an open boat, forty foot, the waters are calm, they will transfer to a bigger boat when out to sea. The engines throb, the boat moves. Ahmad, his first time on a boat, he holds her hands tight. There is silence aboard, they are all taking a great risk, caught, they face detention even worse, to do nothing at all, a life of slavery and death.  Open her up, there is a roar of the engines, the boat is moving fast, the breeze is catching, everyone silent, refugees, hoping for a better life.

The wall has to be built, how else can we keep them out, the head of the company, a white supremacist raises his glass, a toast he says, to the President, long may he live. The dream of authority over all of the earth is getting closer with each waking hour, for the great bread maker. Billions are at stake, the money that can change nations, this is the risk of failure, and the President agrees, we can’t continue with this stream of refugees, they have turned parts of the states into unknown zones, some don’t even speak English, what type of America is this.

The boat is three miles out, there is a light, it is getting brighter, the sister ship is waiting. There is a sigh, the man checking the register, gives out instructions, he tells them what is to happen, does not want them to do anything sudden, doesn’t want them to rock the boat. he pats Ah

mad on the head as he passes, the boy smiles, feels like a pirate in a johnny depp movie. Because we believe he sighs, talking to himself, and they call us traffickers and those who trade in misery, the ivory towers, and those who live in them, what do they know, all they ever do is make bread….

Amo Rules The….. A.R.T World

The old geezer in the corner, chortles, he is having a good laugh, this is real. A visitor is scheduled to see him, always brings some bootleg, well, a sniff of real grass, the stuff that opens the senses, allows you to smell, better than snuff, sweeter too, probably great for all sorts of nasal blockages, medical world of old not a fan of it, can’t replicate that unique smell, like breathing in sweetened air, only better, purely natural.

The old folks home, warm in winter, a safe haven, staff extraordinarily kind. Amo feels so good, he feels sometimes like he rules the world. Well we all smell at times, who doesn’t, as for all that chemical stuff they use to stifle those smells, it’s as if they are trying to vaporize the entire planet, a selection of them in every home, wind safe, no air movement at all, does anyone get it, they are living in their own incubators. As for Amo, he doesn’t give a fart, lets off quite a few, but that’s natural considering his age, ask Jack, (nicholson) he will tell you all about them. As for Amo, just a whiff of sweet marijuana and he’s running through a meadow again, not that he smokes or anything, that’s what the young ones do, amen.

Solomon sighed, he recalls his old friend, how his Spirit was awoken by that sweet aroma, that science can’t imitate, every time he got a scent of it. Reminded him of that Movie, Al all peace Pacino, scent of the blueberry, what a story that was, or was it strawberry, they smell great too, legal cause you can eat them I suppose, amen.

 

The Wise man and The Fool

I’ll get away with this, his lawyers are working full time, they want permission to demolish the ancient site, it’s such a breathtaking view, perfect place for a Golf Course. Determined to have his way, spoiled since birth, has got used to what he wants, curries favor, never a problem, gets to understand the needs or lacking in the lives that make decisions, how easily they can be swayed, is known to go the ultimate, has done it more than once.

The Holy Place, a space where the holy souls meet, has long been known for it’s healing qualities, but as faith has suffered over the years, and with jobs no longer freely available, many who lived locally have had to move away, leaving the space undefended, as the lobby for the developer knows. After many refusals and a change of Government, the developer gets his way. Press conference later, his lackies and the lawyer, tell the news people of all the jobs they are going to create, the prosperity it will all bring. The old man who fought tooth and nail to stop the move, his heart broken, grows ill and dies. Immediately he gets a full home welcome, is given a choice of places to live in peace and prosperity, anywhere on earth, and so his legend grows and grows.

The rich fool, continues on his remarkable rise, builds and develops as he pleases, progress he calls it, has the usual suspects working for him, knows they will do as told, uses chemicals to keep him going, five star health service, has plans to develop the entire universe, wants to master it all, is on his way. Wives come and go, he changes them the same way an average person changes his car. Admired for one reason only, does the PR circuit, builds a library or two, good publicity too, everything is on the up. While discussing the next great development, the lawyer drops the daily on the table, interesting news he says, would you believe it, some people still believe in God, the article is about a sighting in the

sky, a picture from the book of revelations. The developer shrugs, probably photo shopped he says, turning away, but his mind is drawn in, could not be true, hears the warning the old man gave him, that fateful day, all those years ago, you know you will have to answer for it, he dismissed it of course, an old Indian legend, who believes in such shit, angry old man, wait and see, next thing you will be telling me, that God really exists, hahaha.

That night, the developer gets a heart attack and dies, his soul transported to the ugliest city on the planet, he is a child born again, living in a slum he created, knows he will be there for the rest of his life and every life thereafter, a reminder of what he has done awaits him. begging by the side of the street, a tourist passes by on a bus, he recognizes a face, it can’t be, it can’t, the old man he chastised all those years ago. Then he realizes it, the revelation, he is having a Lazarus moment, what a fool he sighs. He will spend the rest of his time sitting in the dust, eternity, and there is nothing he can do, unless…

Solomon sighed, he said goodbye to an very cherished friend, about to set off on a new journey, they both smiled, there was ease in both hearts, no doubts, it was all good, how many of us can say that, Heaven is real, and the Kingdom of God is inside you, it’s how you treat people and respect for God, not too hard to do, just imagine it, amen.

The Passing

It was coming, the soul had a few clouds around it, there were things that needed to be said, permission to move on, before the body says goodbye, the great cruise ship of eternity waiting. Solomon was telling the Great God, he was greater than even the words of old, the wonders of the light, the messengers he met along the way, the thousands of angels that waited, prepared and armed, it was time to let go. Like a child about to go on a great journey, a mother about to give birth, the pain and the excitement, both have to let go, then the Spirit is set free. She pushes, there is sweat all over her, why do you make it so difficult, the angel is in the corner, she is in for a great surprise, go on  girl, it’s going to be all right. The crown appears, the nurse squeezes her hand, it’s going to be a minute even less, the rest of the body emerges, she has finally given birth. The dot that is invisible, that is only visible under a microscope, carries the history or habits of generations, that invisible dot, would you believe it, I hope you realize this is not made up.

The soul, the friend enters, well a friend always makes you feel good about yourself, even when your up and down, those who are not so friendly leave you with a frown, anxious, and happier when they are gone. It’s going to be fine Solomon says, no moaning or temp feelings, this is permanent, yes, there are those who alert us to all the is harmful, that is because they pass on their own fears, the old soul smiles, he believes it, he knows.

The scales of Justice, what has been the impact of your life, did you reap a harvest of Spiritual love, did you bear good fruit, were you a tricky sort, trying to get the best out it, without given anything back, did you raise your nose as you chided others with your judging, as those in your prayer group said, they are not like us, or did you do what Jesus recommended and reached out. The old soul, a good Samaritan, his life moves on, a gift to another, when the Spirit will get even stronger, amen. Grief, well, if you upset the most high, you have plenty to be anxious about, and grieve I would, but if you bring the light with you, what have you to worry about. Solomon sighed, He will always be my friend.  The last moments they shared, a real good smile.

He’s just like Grand dad, they group around the new born, amazing, tears in their eyes, amen.

The Voyagers

In Heaven they scratch their heads, when will they join the dots, human beings, they complicate everything, the angels’ sigh, there is always one who manages to beat the confusion, the mind of the human and their material addictions, when will they learn. Back to the drawing board, they send another Spirit along, fused with the wisdom learned, well, each returning soul carries it’s abundance of knowledge and wisdom learned, then it’s sent back to the front, and given to the next chosen soul, each one a brick or a step, depending on how you see it, a journey they are trying to make or a wall they are trying to get over. Meanwhile….

The old soul lies in the ageing body, it’s full of experience, another, a newborn will be getting it, then the journey will begin again, this time a little smarter than the first, each lifetime, hopefully, supplying the necessary souls, that are reinvested into each generation. Sometimes, there is a wait, as the old soul has communication rights, on account of the life, lived, the good habits acquired, if they are in short supply, it sometimes has to go on a little bit longer.

Solomon sighed, the old guy was still able to smile, the width of the smile and the wide-open eyes, you know there is nothing the almighty can’t do he sighed

, nothing is impossible, the old man smile widens, and you can ask for other stuff says Solomon to him, meaning, no cause was a lost one, that’s just fear, that’s what all the demons say, there is nothing you can do about it, so give up old man, Solomon saw so many turnovers, circles, what Jesus spoke of, stuff the priests and religious could only read about, he experienced personally,  so much for, there is nothing you can do about it brigade. As for being voyagers, they spent most of their lives taking advantage of others, and as sure as sure is, they never saw life as a voyage in the first place, well, they were never true believers, amen.