Plastic Times

There is a lot of anxiety, it’s been piling up for some time, it’s called plastic, the man made creation that nature can’t breakdown, and in a disposable world it’s everywhere. Plastic, the answer to so many problems, in the beginning, now it’s choking the life out of nature, plastic. Now we have to guard against it, the misuse of it. In the beginning it seems the answer, clean, and it resulted in many ways from the lobby of the chemical industry, and the ban put on other stuff.

We are sending them to battle sir!, the colonel is having a chat with the commander in chief, and the chief scientist of the army. In previous wars they used pills to keep the soldiers awake, now they need a pill that will make them stay awake and fight. Concoctions are tried out, some work, some too aggressive, tested on prisoners, the need to get it right is essential to the war effort. So is the availability of rest and recuperation places, when the men are on leave. hey, they need to unload General, otherwise they might not want to fight anymore.

What are you doing that for, asks a young soldier, watching two buddies chase the dragon. Go on try it, it will clean you mentally and you’ll sleep like a baby. By the end of the sixties the beginning of the drug epidemic the world now enjoys seriously started. Meanwhile, places in the far east become famous for the exploitation of women and children, all on account of a war started by default, Vietnam, against an enemy they didn’t need to fight. The legacy of war, and the blood on the hands of those who made those horrific choices. (Solomon encountered divine interventions)

The bomber leaves the base, the big bomb is on board, the first bomb caused total devastation, but they are going to do it again, just to be sure the message is received.

 

Only human beings are capable of devising ways to destroy themselves, and the world. Fortunately, The Heavenly Father has plans for those who would dare destroy his beautiful creation. Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, had encountered those determined to damage the Spirit. Let the schemes of the deceivers and extremists implode on themselves, and cause no harm to your people he prayed. With a single thought they could be turned into soup mentally and rendered babbling fools. If the last five years were anything to go by, there was a lot of happiness to look forward too, if only they sort the plastic out, amen, smile.

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If we don’t need it why do they tease us!

Thumbs click the icon moves quick, got ya, the game goes on, intense is the concentration, the gamer’s are enlightened, the games are burning their minds, cutting out all other interests. Imagine, creating the platform that consumes the imagination, fills the head completely, same way booze acts on the easy minded, the angry and the lonely, keeping them busy till they can’t drink any longer, comatose. The wisdom of the human race was being called into question. Solomon spent a few days among friends, and saw the control of the machine, and the fear that prevailed, when the machine was taken away, horror, anger, pleading, before finally relenting, till they got to play the game.

Too young to know about such things, well too young to know about such things, particularly when the elders preached against them, while carrying on with the same habits. Was this the story of the Pharisee’s and Jesus all those years ago. The warning given to those with responsibility for leading their flocks, the advice being simply this:

beware of those who say and don’t do, was it the same warning you get when you get to hear of the great pyramid scheme that made everyone rich, there has to be a trick.

On the holiday he watched many movies, listened to the veiled messages within; stuff that is not only adult but dangerous to the younger of the generation. Well if there are so many institutions warning us, why has nothing been done about it, access to the adult side of the web.

Children should never be exposed to this!, how often do you hear it. By the time he got to the tenth page of the newspaper, he had seen enough underwear, so much in fact it would have filled the closet of a Hollywood starlet, ..and they wonder where the ideas come from!

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.

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.