How’d We Get Here

 

It’s dark, there seems to be life everyhwere but no light, breathing sounds, slow movemements, it does smell okay, problem is, you can’t see anything, Fred is trying to work out what happened, he was on a night out, then nothing. He’s been here for days, and time goes so slowly, when you have no idea what to do or where you are, how’d we get here. He wriggles around, there is a spot of light, it’s brighter over there, and, he procedes slowly, the survace is broken, intense light, fred pulls himself up onto the ground, recognises, trees he thinks, and that’s grass, How Did I get here. Barney hawk is flying overhead, out for the breakfast, spots a movment down in the grass, he must be a hundred feet above it, but it does not matter when your eyes are radars. Barney, flies on, anything for the after course, nothing unusual, he swings back. Fred is still trying to get his bearings; adjusting to the new life takes time, said so in the PHD management manual he used to study, that he recalls, his memory is still patchy. Claws extended, one grab, Fred is now having a paraglding experience without the parachute, wow he says, how’d we get here. It’s good to be prepared sighs Fred, having recently increased his life insurance cover; he had a lot of enemies.

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How Many Victims do you Need?

Solomon sighed, the dream, the frenzy, the fear, the blood hatred in the eyes of those seeking justice, the lengths they were willing to go, they wanted their victim, they sought blood. Was this a re telling of the Great Play, by William, The Merchant of Venice, how our desire for so called justice blinds the light inside us.  It was dream time, and he was sharing the worries of another, a young relation of a war victim, as everyone who partakes in war are victims, the winners and the losers, what are they left with; the fields of Vietnam, the concentration camps of world war two, so many victims. Solomon reflected on how the values of an older generation were side lined, as a more modern minded, justice now mind set, took over the leadership of many flocks, and how they used past hatreds to corral the flock into action. None of them held memorials for the millions of children, abused indirectly over the internet, having to digest what few of us could escape unharmed from. How many lives had ended, when the posse was in pursuit, Jesus among them, the thirst for justice becoming a drug as the mob got larger and larger. Revelation sighed Solomon, they might not listen to the words of the Prophets, but they did react to revelation, knowing their day for their judgement could arrive any given day.

Solomon smiled, he caught the dream, listened, saw the spotlight shine on the so called refugee, villain, the light shone for a minute, perhaps less, the mob now has a thirst, the chase over this time, they headed off in search of another. Father, Teach them he prayed. They try to raise the fears in others to justify themselves; and the harm they cause grows like a virus. Solomon say the signs, saw the Spirit, what a sight, and every day since, he was writing rescue remedies, with a lot of success.

Baggage and the Past

learn from your life, don’t ignore your past, and don’t over burden yourself with worthless baggage, forgive your mistakes, and forgive others theirs, this life is a journey not a day trip, so while you forgive others, others may forgive you. How can you say you don’t like fish if you don’t try it a few times, same with forgiveness, until you try it you will never know what it feels like, the rush of energy you will feel, the lightness of being, the inner well being. Perhaps, you want to feel misery and just pass it on, stay addicted as they say. As children, we learn from the imitation around us.

Solomon was trying to get to the nub of the issue; how to become light, as we are children of the light. He surmised, I guess you have to unload the resentments you store up inside. Can you imagine a bird flying with an Iron Bar attached to his leg. Neither do I. There were many little habits that we could build into our lives, easily. Don’t look away when you see suffering, don’t elevate yourself when one day you will be the same as dirt, who are you fooling. Stop before you go out the door, think, will I do something good today, and if you have a talent, it was given to you to be shared out. AS Neil Young says, castles in the Head, zero on the ground, (well)….

Birds Fly, they wear no parachutes, they rise when they want, they can see a worm from a thousand feet, and a small fish under water from

far on high, and you think you have a special skill; well, you did once. Light, find it inside you, amen.

 

Understanding

She sits in front of her desk, her notes arranged to the side, the stuff she wants to express on the screen; in a full on world it’s not easy to be heard, and it’s more difficult when your a woman, she sighs, all she wants is understanding, someone to say to her, you are not mad, there is nothing wrong with you, you are fine. A child comes in from school, has some art work in his school satchel, is keen to show it to his closest; this is what I done, it’s all I want to say, understand me.

She pushes the chair with her hands, she lost the use of her legs in a stupid accident, and worse, it was preventable, a darn bug she collected. She sighs, that creep inside her, upsetting her life, how dare it. But as sure as the disease came it can be overcome. Every day she reaches out to others, remains strong inside, her Spirit is what drives her, gives her understanding. Yes, she has her moments too, and she has a lecture prepared for her heavenly encounter, you have been warned she says to herself; you cut off a layer of understanding she says, as if talking to God herself.

He checks the schedule, he is a busy man, has a family, company duties and hobbies. Occasionally he lectures others. He goes through the calendar for the month, smiles, few off times, great he says to himself, no gaps in the CV for this month.

My Eyes

Damn advertising Guru, could sell a g-string to your ninety year old aunt, and tell her it was comfortable, get you to forget yourself for a while, the blurb, you look great in that, even if you could not see, darn advertising guru, as for those psycho dudes, the head experts, is there a ship I could borrow, the mid Atlantic would be a good place to bring them for a Holiday, moor them off shore with their off shore accounts, a few strong anchors, away from everyone where they can’t do anymore harm. Blast sighed Solomon, he listened to the news, the crocodile tears, the affect of pornography on happiness, relationships, and children of course, the darn advertising Guru, what medication was he on, vitamin “M” of course like so many. Too darn busy getting their thrills to wonder about the affect it was having on others. Solomon encountered the “Spirit” the early apostles enjoyed, and when it is real, you don’t have to excuse your thoughts. So many eyes squinting over their small screens, wondering, is this love what we are seeing, cause they seen to be doing nothing else.

My eyes cried God, what are they doing to the children of the world. Solomon recalled the words of Jesus, God is inside you, the Spirit, it’s not over there, it’s inside you. Why pollute the eyes of God you wonder, unless you intended in murdering the Spirit within. Holidays are occasions, not every day experiences. One of those moments, he saw the expression on the faces, he prayed, there was a sense of disappointment. He listened to the words, the bread and the fish, the division of food, the Spread of the Spirit, well being, it was a lesson, simple as that, you share and it gets better for everyone, Amen.

Exhausted

too much, impossible, trying to handle it all, relax, reach for the TV remote, maybe the V

alium, how do I get rest and solve this, the thoughts that surround your head. Distractions, there are causes everyday, everywhere you look, the teacher is exhausted, How do we put up with all this stress, it’s constant, strange leaders, our morals on show, as bad as seeing dirty underwear everywhere, How can I escape it, the deadline, the mortgage, the rent, the children have to go to their piano lessons. Stop, Solomon sighed, you want the fix that is immediate, it’s simple as this. Pick up book, a story that lifts you, put on a piece of music that you can listen to, breath. In the space of minutes, you will begin to relax. We life in a world that tries to wear us out, we just forget about ourselves. Even Jesus had to escape the apostles, Amen.

The Tramp, The Limo and The Healer

Charlie walks the sidewalk, he is dressed as usual, poor, a limo pulls alongside. Inside, dressed to the nines, some folks he used to know, is that Charlie Brown, damn has he changed. Charlie, he recognises the voice, it’s from another time, one of those. They tried to lord it over everyone, played the markets, robbed from pension funds, and laughed all day long, this is so easy, just put your man in the position and he will pay and pay. Charlie refused to play their game, he left them years ago. Charlie smells the expensive perfume, she is as thin as a rake, is that the fashion these days, Charlie is thin cause he can’t eat often enough. They invite him into the limo, Charlie come on dude, is this meant to be real. He is on his way to see a friend, they are on their way to a party. Choices sighed Charlie who loved to drink. Got an appointment he says, walks on. The car pulls away from the kerb, what a dumb ass the thin rake says. Charlie makes the friend’s house, he is doing a little healing, has a great relationship with God, he just has to ask. Politics and God does not mix, money never has loved anyone yet, and the Holy Spirit doesn’t come around too often.

Solomon sighed, the dream he had the night before, the three men in suits, had a boy with them, a very sick one, frail and thin, only divine help would help him, so they travelled with the child, they hear about the power of Jesus and the Spirit, could it be real. The Father loves the child, and the young boy urges them, he has had the dream too

. It’s the story of old, how they travelled to see Jesus, the power of the Spirit was in him, so they went the distance to see him, made the effort, we only have to touch him they felt. The child is brought back to health before their eyes, then the three wise men, star-struck, this is better than Lazarus, they see it with their own eyes, Solomon smiled. He saw the men in the dream, this is the Power of Heaven. We only have to raise the Spirit, Amen.