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.

Spirit Flows

It moves, i can feel it, it’s all around me, can’t you see it, she wondered if they were listening, her friends came to visit her, she was in a hospital for the mentally traumatized, they could not understand, they were not believers. Solomon wondered how many such souls were incarcerated, hidden away from the world, for the thoughts they held, the belief they held dear. He thought of those places, where people were picked up, for no good reason, just because they professed their faith in the above. Solomon wondered how the early Christians felt, and then read the story of Islam, and the wisdom of the green goblet, written to remind us of days like these. God acts in the strangest of ways, to remind the living of the challenge they faced, and the struggle to remain firm in the face of such obstructions. Keeping them from the general masses was a way of removing the threat of spiritual help from above, demons being well aware of the heavenly threat, as the seed of love was the connection point with God Most High. damage it, hurt it, demean it, abuse it, taunt them, harass them, imprison them, and eventually kill them. It was written, it was not going to be easy, just remember He said, if they hated me first, they will think the same of you, but don’t forget one thing. I will send the helper, the Holy Spirit, just believe and it will all work out, amen.

Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit. He prayed and it worked, remained on the path. In the Holy Name, those with the Spirit could cast out demons. Solomon demonstrated it regularly. Just remain in the zone and don’t give up, help is at hand. Once the Spirit is strong, there is help about. In the world, there were extremist forces hoping to harm the believers,  those who wanted the demon to remain in charge. Solomon was adding his prayer, defeat them heavenly father, send them a sign,

amen.

Trump Card

Loathe him or love him, despise or have no opinion at all, but the politics of the world will never be the same, and complaining about what you should be doing something about, will do you no good. Twenty years of unchallenged assault on the sensitivities of children, the threat to love eternal, the bias’s so many share, well, it’s time to come together and share responsibility, it’s our world after all.

Solomon was listening to the permanent complaint authority, who just gave out about whatever it was they wanted to complain about, while doing zip about it themselves. Were they all blind these last twenty years, it was before their eyes, and the signs were posted on times square. Solomon was smiling at the prospect, everything that had come to pass, pointed towards a world in dire need of change. The message of change was everywhere, and the new global authority, would have to answer to the same authority that sent those signs. those that sought power for power sake, were going to need help explaining their motives.

The storms never arrived, the

weather was spring like, something great was happening, amen.

The Asylum Seekers

 

Do people ever learn he thought, sitting there in front

 

Of the box, just looking at it, like a brain washed

 

Lunatic, nopsey dopsey for sure he thought, shaking his

 

head, not in disbelief or dismay, not even upset.

 

This was just another day, like the day before, and

 

Probably tomorrow too he yawned. But something stirred

 

Him, as they got his attention. Their  TV faces all

 

looked the same too.  There was no make up artists on

 

this set, not last second touches as you’d expect when

 

faced with the glare of loud TV lights. Action!. He

 

imagined some film director shouting at them all, run,

 

run he shouts as they flee forwards perceived freedom.

 

Au natural as they say in france, without a hint of make

 

up, and hope. But when did asylum seekers ever matter.ImageFr