Rain Man

When will it stop, do you see how it affects us, he looked at his companion, the sky was grey, at summer time, it was supposed to be light and blue, the norm for the season. They were wondering if it was true, the stories they were hearing of divine intervention. Solomon was listening from afar, what we take for granted, what we get for free, did they not understand, life is a gift not an entitlement as some had suggested. If you use the gifts wisely and help the Spirit rise, intervention from above is forthcoming. He laid back in bed, wondering. The words of Jesus came to him, and how in his home town there were few miracles, because they just did not believe, as in doing, it was that simple. So he said a prayer, and was sure it would be okay.

He rose in the morning in a hurry, his visitor, a man of great Spirit, a race to the bathroom, a brush of the teeth, a swipe of the hair, hurry dude he said, he’s coming a long way to help you out. The phone rings, too early, not even a cup of tea, what he’s outside. He hid the thrash as best he could, this was not the start he imagined, a breakfast, a few coffees, ready. I’m outside. Welcome brother he said, do you think it will rain he said, no way sighed Solomon, and it never rained. the sun returned, just the way it always did, when support for Great Spirit was live, amen.

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Finding Love

What are you on about, if you don’t do this that and the other I ain’t going to love you at all, away with you, the beggar goes from door to door, the soul goes from hope to hope, seeking acceptance of who they are, it’s a quandary, the make up of so many lives changed for all time from what it used to be. Solomon was reading a story about slavery, well, it was the modern world being explained in times past, by actions past, what was going on then, was going on now, discrimination hadn’t changed that much, the economics was the same, the bias was the same, and those that got ahead treated everyone else the same way, as they saw others treated before them, what was the great surprise.

Finding yourself, who you are, and the accomplice in your life, that accepts you, cause that’s who you are, is no easy task, especially with the way our habits have formed us. Solomon was reading, how habits passed on, were the actions of the past passed on, as warned by Jesus, forgive and you have a chance, don’t, and you life is a mess. Are you the head that can never forget the wrongs he wondered. He listened to a few bitch on about this and that, wondered who it was helping, or was it just a case of friends warning each other, love is colorless

, you can’t store it, you can only grow it, how hard was that, amen.

The Life Giving Process

 

Dream sweetly and wake smiling,

the inner feeling inside,

tells you it’s going to be fine,

the thoughts we lay down in,

gathered from the events of the day,

fills the soul and the heart,

mends the hurt and soothes emotions,

don’t fear set your Love Free,

Solomon was dreaming while awake, there was much to be sorted, but it was all going to work out, the sureness of his faith comforted him, the miracle of the light reaffirming, their love glowed when her heart sung, the power of God within reach, the blessings life giving for all, awesome, the real words of life, The teaching of Jesus 2,,000 years ago.

His words life giving,

for all who believe,

love being the power,

God within everyone living,

could not be any simpler,

just hard sometimes,

when unable to forgive,

amen.

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perhaps it’s the reason we are given trials, to help that life giving process along.

Being Old

How lucky, listening, to the living, their version of history, from the source, not the stuff you read from historians, not the stuff in newspaper. Solomon was trying to get it across, old was wisdom, good bad or whatever, old wisdom, was trying to put it into perspective, wasn’t being distracted, the spirit was alive, in everyone. How to make the spirit rise, rather easy to, by listening, not passing time. The most focused hours of his life, in the company of an old man, and what he learned, stood to him to this very day. Being old, a form of untapped treasure, not a nuisance, putting a price on wisdom ,foolishness. Those that tried to infer, many who tended to the needs of the elderly, what did they know, their minds on the financial consequences only, assuming it was money, that drove everyone, the demon had a lot to answer for. When someone old, does someone a turn, or favor10625065_843108602407113_7473865519144813633_nche2, it actually lifts them, I’m still relevant, I’m needed, being old, it’s not all bad news, amen.

Easter Memorial

the man, the great events, the life of a butterfly, what else, for some to suggest, a caterpillar becomes a  butterfly, purely by accident, who is fooling who, for so long the tide was against all belief, why did this happen, the taunts of yesteryear, repeated time and again, your worthless, you don’t have much, and what kind of people speak like that, those that never understood love, amen, for EasterIMG_5757, check the image from the sky, it’s very real.

Being a DICTATOR

“What’s the alarm, God Most High is real, it’s not a myth, greatest news there is, means all believers were right, why would anyone be anxious, it’s not that you don’t share, it’s not you don’t care, it’s not that your blind to the needs of others, you don’t mind giving a little, you don’t mind being hungry occasionally, you don’t have prejudices, your not a racist, it’s not that you joined a network that takes advantage of the vulnerable, it’s not that you didn’t use your talents wisely, I’m sure everyone who is given the opportunity to see the images from the cloud, will be filled with a few new ideas and possibly a new heart filled with love, just saying, there is no need to be coy, or is there?,”

Robert Mugabe in conversation ……and a host of others….

WITH….

“ why all the fuss, the miracles, and all the other stuff, it’s a nightmare for evil, that’s all, amen.”

Patrice Mulumba

Patrice Mulumba

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