Covered in Fire

Is it possible, was it static or was it the Spirit inside, the garment flashed in the dark, streaks of electricity, is that who we are, charged energy. What’s inside us, and what stops us from pouring out the Spirit. He was electric, she electrified the audience, comments you hear, but to experience it, it made clear the picture of us as light and dark energy. and as we encourage the light, the more dynamic we become, more alive. Jesus put his hands on the sick, they were healed, they touched his garments, that was all they had to do, they believed and were healed. God’s healing power was sent through the Spirit, it’s real, but we have become afraid to touch and reach out. Was this the reason why the world was sexualized, so that we would lose these abilities, and thereby lose our contact with God?.

Solomon saw blood on the sheets, soon after his electric moment, his own, his nose was a tap, damn blood everywhere. He wasn’t going to drain for awhile, and he lost four or five pints once a long time ago, that was a real spill, this was a stream, it might have filled a small whiskey glass, that’s all. Was there a bleeding heart, he had a small friend who was looking forward to seeing him, they shared great moments, memories that last forever.

In his confusion, the doctor and a cigarette maybe, he rushed out of the bloodied bed, hurries down the street, the more he hurries the faster the blood flows, he wasn’t thinking, what a sight, a red rag over his face, the shop is closed, he ends up in the church, so that’s how it works, you get the alarm call and you run with it. He sits on the pew, his head at the angle, looking at the angel, so this is how it works is it. A mother and her little child enters, they light candles, the mother is teaching her daughter, there is a God. Solomon is too busy with the blood to notice that much, but imagine the surprise, when a few minutes after the mother and daughter leave the temple, they return to offer him some tissues they bought for him, a very kind thought, and the child wore a heavenly smile, the sort of look only the purely innocent wear. They must have thought he was a mess, he smiles, they depart, Solomon is moved, how kind, such a sweet thought. Imagine the greater surprise, when two minutes later, they appear in the door, the little girl carries a bag for his bloody tissues. She hands over the blue plastic bag, a big sense of wonder in her young eyes. They will be blessed he sighed. Children don’t rear themselves, amen. Many parents would learn from that Mother’s example.

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In a social coma

He’s in a coma, they come to visit, all they see are the tubes, you mean they are feeding him through that, so technical, more screens, all sorts of monitors, the breathing tube moves up and down, he can hear them, the patient, he just cant move, so powerless, having the body without a working brain. What are we supposed to do in a place such as this, do we shut down the machine when the money runs out, or when we tire of the visit, a hundred damn questions, all have a point, meanwhile the tube still breathes in and out.

Solomon watched the happy spectacle, they were gushing over the small child, a fiesty young child, perhaps two, more likely a year and a bit, copying and imitating what ever is in front of him, content to be out and about, he can read their moods better than they can, and he can’t even reach their knee bone, when he screams he gets their attention, cute boy, he is learning so fast.

Seven or eight years old, the world is turning fast, the gadgets are getting slimmer and so are your thighs, meanwhile eight year old is learning fast, so fast its hard to keep up with him, Mother is a rush around woman, the pace of life demands it, and same as those phones, if you are out of the loop, your friends soon forget you, even your voice. You were not in my phone, how could I tring you, used to be your not in my heart why should I ring you, (nice rhythm in song), it’s all changed, the competition is fierce, and the cost of living is one way, up.

Those refugee camps, why are they on the TV this night, the caption reads cholera, can we get that in New York the voice in the background says. It’s a third world disease, poor sanitation, haven’t they got water over there, the banter goes on between the kitchen and the TV room, Donald Trump is after sacking the secret service, you mean again the voice in the kithen says, he can never focus the other repeats. Meanwhile, eight year old, has no problems with focus, he is on the news feed, the online feed, he wants to learn as much as he can, he is programmed that way, to be filled and filled again. What is that with all the weird stuff he says to himself, do animals do it like that too!.

Solomon sighed, his dream was over, it was time to rise, what a dream, the world was in a social coma, social coma, he likes the ring of it, one way of describing it, amen. Well, when you have a visitation with the Great Spirit, there is nothing else you need to know, know what I mean…..Meanwhile, In a far and away place, the affirmation comes again, the heart lights, the sun comes out, just like that…

So Talented….

Look what I can do, the others in the group, half admiring half envious, she plays the first few notes, her fingers roll across the keys, the melody sweet but up tempo, she moves her sticks with ease. The piece ends, there is awe in their eyes, it was more than they expected, she is getting better, there is interest in far off places, and she has had a few offers already, but she is patient, doesn’t want to rush into things, has done that in the past . She recalls the history of Elvis, his instant success, the path to fame, the illusion of Fame, and his early death. Her talent comes from a far off place, she has always had faith, wasn’t sure what it was, till she practiced, found she could change the mood around her, few understood, why was she so shy.

Solomon sighed, what is talent for, bridge building comes to mind, there is so much difference between so many of us, all of us relying on the same environment, while fighting for the resources that sustain us, the race to get numbers in the account, the priority, not wisdom, but we are easily swayed, the forecast of a storm, the rush to the grocery store, the madness, food stuffed in case the world ends, sheep.

The little monkey is fifty feet up, swinging branch to branch, reaches for invisible leaves, not afraid of falling, rarely does, the bird can spot the fish four feet below the surface of the water, the beady eye does the calculations, uses the calculator in the head, does the math, never went to school, does the dive, and in seconds the wriggling fish is in it’s claws, talent, ever wonder where it comes from, the bird can see the crumb, picks, can spot trouble coming, waits till the final second, just lifts up, no engine or starter motor, just rises, talent, human opinion, we are in a slow boat in deed, amen.

Jesus said we are Gods, it is inside you, forgive and don’t put weight on your soul, it only sinks you. We sure do an awful lot complaining if the bribe is a good one. and those who are vulnerable, nearly all of us, are easily fooled. Solomon was recalling, there was so much wisdom out there, but as Jesus said, the example of many is not worth a damn, amen.

Making The Dough

The struggle to knead it all together, the knuckles push down hard, roll it over and knead some more, wipe the sweat from your brow, the effort in making a little dough, there has to be an easier way, she struggles on, the oven is traditional and the labor is hard, she slides it into the hot furnace, twenty minutes later she pulls out a beautiful sweet smelling loaf, making dough, she feels it for texture, it passes the test, she will serve it with dinner while she eats with the rest, worth it, home made, it tastes as it should, and it brings the family together.

She sits opposite the lawyer, she is an investigator, thrash is her business, the way she makes her dough, she reads the file, it’s a messy divorce, there is money at risk, the client wants the dirt, she understands, finding rubbish and dirt has been her trade mark, it’s been her life, the more she gets the bigger the applause, client satisfaction at the end of the day. He sits in the office, reading the pension status of the target company, wondering how he can find away, around those narrow interpretations, if there is a way he will find it, and will reward himself comfortably.

Law of the jungle, the weakest and the vulnerable matter little, when it comes to the human form, there is a big difference though, the little matter of the divine. Solomon was going through the list of undesirable professions, and wondered how so many got entangled in these dark pursuits, stealing from the vulnerable, and cheating without contempt, he sighed, had seen the Great Spirit, not the fairy tale they thought it was, but the real thing, didn’t they know, that they would all, every one of them, would have to account for themselves one day, of that he had no doubts.

The assault on the sensibilities of the young was upper most on his mind, he had little friends, so he was reminding himself, they need a little help, so he prayed. By putting words on the issue, he was pretty sure, the awareness would be heightened, amen.

Friends

Have a nice day, listen to this!

First Responder

We slowly unfurl clenched fists one finger for each fear held tight unwinding the cord in release we breathe in and slowly exhale the poisoned air one more finger loose and free and then another stretching into the eternity that we see before us. We know we need it to be this way, open hands […]

via Realm of calm — Peace, Love and Patchouli

In the Head dudes!

where did the ideas come from, in the head dude, it was in his head, the sheriff is trying to make sense of the massacre. A man drives a car into a crowd, where did the idea come from. Solomon had an easier answer, hatred, someone sowed hatred, and it found an outing. In times of great distress, where do you seek refuse, usually in the last place you felt safe, well, that’s not original, but then again, when is the last place safe for you. Well, if you are hungry and they feed you, that sounds good. If you were friendless and found an ear, that’s good. Makes it easy for extremists to find a willing victim, just make them feel safe while you fill their heads while they eat out of your hand, really simple, all you have to do is fill the heads dude.

Solomon recalled the times of old, the danger of newness and the threat it was to the ruling class; no one threatens our livelihood and escapes. A bearded pharisee, they didn’t have hairdressers in those days, hardly had a sharp scissors either, whatever. Well, there is Jesus, the man who is trying to fill them with the truth about their own divinity, yes, the divinity that is in all blessed by the Holy Spirit, and he gets the ear of the eager believers, who are tired of the same old same old, those promoting the voice of God seem to be using the voice for their own purposes. Stop it will you, tell them the truth, God the Father is in all who truly believe, you just have to make space, and those who want to promote that are mere servants. What, you mean those guys we are serving are supposed to serve us, Yes.

It started as a custom, it became a standard, it soon became the law, it soon filled their heads, amen.