The hours of preparation, someone new is calling. The bed is a hill of dress’s, she is excited, her father looks in the door and smiles, it used to be me, he can see the excitement in her eyes. In times of old, there was always that fantasy feeling, when a visitor came from abroad.
The hairs on the legs, under a microscope, they are everywhere. On human animal or insect, hairs grow from everywhere. The tiny worker spots a flower, chances good, he will do the shake, wrestle some pollen from the flower, while those legs become sticky with pollen, how unusual is that.
The door bell rings, the final check in the mirror. She takes a deep breathe. The voice sounds foreign, adds to the intrigue. Same as those velvet legs.
Solomon listened to the storm outside, it was an easy day. Did they forget the sunshine, what makes them so stubborn he sighed. The signs had arrived in quantum, so intense they were impossible to avoid. When they mix with prophecy as well,it’s time to take notice,same as those velvet legs, amen.
Looking in, Looking out, the shadows within, the light elsewhere, Solomon sighed, why was it important to look out, rather than focus on the within, it was very simple indeed. Those that create fear, want you to concentrate on how vulnerable you are, the threat against you, the fear of loosing, the kind of Spirit that is negative, soul destroying. Jesus reminds us all, forgive, get rid of that dark core inside you, it will destroy you from within. The demon tempted Jesus in every way, you can be the richest man in the world, you can have all that you ever dreamed of, you can control the world, only one thing, you have to worship evil. It may sound like mere words, but when you reflect on them, consider the number of tyrants in power, the number of needless wars, massive levels on corruption in some countries, you can see clearly, how some destroyed their chances for eternal living, for short term gain.
Solomon was reflecting on the actions of some he knew very well, and how there is a core of humanity that has no real belief, preferring the material world to anything else. He hoped they saw the signs that were arriving like the milk man, daily, to remind them, that the path they were on, was a loosing one, amen.
Sounds like the title of a book, Solomon listened to some, ideas grabbed off the internet, another loud mouth, the do’s and don’t of this and that, as if we didn’t know already, where are your children getting their ideas from. A friend plays a clip from a podcast, this is good, you have to listen, he heard it thirty years before, I suppose when the children are not doing the funny images thing, they switch over to a reasonable sounding voice, in order to fool the parents, so that’s what you are watching son. Solomon was reflecting on the covid epidemic, the world is turned over in a matter of days, the call to change, the environment begins to show signs of recovery, the air a little cleaner, meanwhile an asteroid misses the planet by inches, which would have totaled us all.
A new world, and quickly, Moses came back from the Holy Mountain, with the proverbial guarantee, God is with us he sighed, his heart full of joy, we have been saved. From a distance, he see’s the glittering statue, no no, he cries, they are back to their old habits, what have they done. Solomon sighed, we are in that sort of zone, we don’t want to repeat that again.
warnings, teachers who criticize not encourage, the strain, erecting barriers, that few overcome, admonishing, those who question their ways, crucified, murdered, ostracized, the inquisition, an excuse to murder, harming the word of God, color, race, creed, building hatred, more, a reason to distrust, amen. The demons, so long in control, now face their horizon, their end, Amen.
Fear Madonna, fear jolie, add a few more brand names, will stick in the memory, well we will recall, heard it so often, they could be selling ketchup, not that it matters, only that it sticks, amen.
How fear is sowed into the heart, the mistakes of the past, those you are told, you will never overcome. the axe that hangs over your head, the the arrival of the virus, puts everything else into the shadows, a world reborn, more haste, the sooner the better amen.
Solomon sighed; how many had laid down their lives, for a better world to come. The demon was looking over the precipice, your destiny mate, a child, as light as a feather, says high, over he goes, the demon, along with his multiple of followers, amen. We wont miss you.
Many millions of lives later, the human race had built up the Spirit, a Spirit able to contain the Heavenly Spirit, what a wonderful thought, amen.
Angels are all around us, they watch us when we stand before the mirror, don’t be paranoid, you will encounter them in time and they have seen it all, how you pose, the twists before the mirror, how you grab the fat around your waste, the dirt in your ears, what you do with the garbage, what you really think of your friends, your likes dislikes, it’s not a secret, that’s in your mind, and the Spirit can access that when it wants, relax, you didn’t drop a bomb on any one or invade a country for wealth reasons, the example of Saul of the road to Damascus is there to encourage you, and those beams of light, it’s not that much of a mystery, relax, but I would recommend giving up the porn habits though, they can become you. So the angels are on the look out, children see this every day, don’t be alarmed, you are addicted to this world, most people are, like Madonna says, it’s a very material world, don’t panic, just imagine the view they have of the average life, if this interests you, read on, imagine the invisible audience, have a worlds view of what’s going on, and don’t worry when your on the loo, we all have to do that stuff, just wash your hands when your finished.
Inside the apartment, pretend you’re watching a movie, and if after the movie you have issues, get down on your knees and ask for help, you will be surprised how fast it will arrive. Once your heart starts working again, as intended, things happen that will surprise you. Whatever you do, don’t smirk too much.
No time to waste, I’m getting fat, watching TV
and all of that.
Bored, unable to handle reality, need a time out, TV, sit there like a zombie, and eat it all up, and plan to do the same tomorrow.
A sorbet for dessert sounds yummy, A chunk of rich fat for my tummy. Yums, a knock at the door, God it’s you, what did you call for.
And so the Story goes, I ask her in, she’s humble and polite.
TV Dinner I see, she says with delight. One click of her
Hand, the TV explodes. I gasp and wonder, what the hell
Is going on, half the world is starving while the other
Half wonders what they’d like to cook
(the image, what will the elders do about that, excuses)
So you might wonder, whoever is reading this, what the hell is going
On. Let me explain…
I’ve wondered the world over, for that one kind heart, that one person, who might help stop this crap. Children are exhausted, women feel like meat, men behave like second hand car salesmen, my girl won’t do that.
Writer, revolution, change merchant, defender of truth, I’ve come Across the worst and the best in less than a week. So while all of us hurry to our next important date, don’t forget the important details and the most important of fates, a face to face with the creator of the earth. I know this to be true; he walks the earth each day. Most of us are too busy to notice like. Will you put some diesel in the tank champ, I’m from limerick boy!!
None of us are going to change the world, but together we must try.
And as the blessings flow in places, don’t worry about vocation, life is one, from the start you have choices.If exploiting is how you see it, I’m sure now you are having panic attacks of sorts, well, what if, maybe, yes, it’s real, amen.
He rolls into the office, the headlines are on the desk, Mary brings his coffee in, anything else boss she says, he nods, a cursory roll of the hand, be off it says while I have a read through this. The lawyer took care of that, and they hired investigators too, totally clean he assumes, there were a few. it is still unsettling, even if it hasn’t reached his office yet, meanwhile, down at the parish office, they are discussing child welfare issues, raise your hands, in the house of whom, and in the name of whom, stuff that does not need answers, imagine it, a world created that had a bias towards men, and the problems it brought, same as giving an Austrian corporal a mega phone, when the nation was suffering, suffering for what, wasn’t it the industrial behemoths that ended the war, not the soldiers themselves, winner the spoils, only gave rise to serious resentment, and opportunity to extremists, the others worn out after such a struggle with fate. Human ingenuity, no prizes for guessing, just add in the unseen made real, no books either, no platitudes, heard them all, of course I know, you support Spirit, you never stop reminding everyone, be glad, someone listens.
The jet encounters engine trouble, a few stomach churning moments, calm again, you wonder if it’s a warning, do you believe in serendipity, those lies you convinced yourself with, don’t have the same hold anymore, hasn’t caught everyone, not the way you hoped.
The new gizmo’s, can’t keep up with them, technology is moving too fast, the brain is not wired for this speed of thought, the income has to flow, otherwise no expansion plans, probably worried to hire, you remember your own ambitions, they will get rid of you, when the time comes, but being experienced, you plan an exit that looks good on paper.
Who will distract you next, the use of chemicals is ongoing, how long will they continue to be affective, they will figure out another, give her a call, that takes care of the afternoon, the days pass, the new recruit has a handle on it, one of those, yes boss types. No imagination, follows orders, he will be the go to man, you just give him instructions, as if you’re a retiring boss, haven’t seen the wife for awhile, how patient she is now, before she was a nuisance, imagine putting your children before success, unthinkable. The conscience begins to unfurl.
Well, if you are conferred with a talent, there has to be a divine purpose, if you are challenged and you overcome it, it has to strengthen you, and if it happens again, just remind yourself, the Greatest ever born reminded us regularly in so many ways, who Himself was tempted with global authority, what an ego trip, but imagine the power to say no to that, there has to be a rather great reason for it.
Trapped, a word that infers some form of detention, or something to fear, you have to go beyond the normal limits of human thought to imagine the why in all of this, potentially the same can happen any of us, we can become prisoners of the ego, whereby, we cut ourselves off from divine help, does that sound reasonable, well, it explains an awful lot of the mystery, the shepherds became jailers, and sheep became chattels, possession became the law, antagonism becomes rampant, leaving us, the same as sheep without a guarding shepherd, and in real terms, dislocated from Heaven, and all that power and wonder.
Now that that dream is on the Horizon again, and not a pep talk, or a wish, nor a maybe, but real, you can understand the reason for so many positive changes in so short a time span. Fear drives the Spirit inside you, sends it into hiding, amen.
When the Fear is overcome by Spirit, you being to renew.
Don’t we catch ourselves out so easily, the dogma that ties us up in chains, all that is learned, the regulations, how we survive, by gathering up a list of stuff we have to adopt our lives too, so darn predictable. Behind the veil, there is a Spirit, a person, same as in olden times, before divorce and the microwave, changed the way we do things, no need to be worried if you are late for dinner, stick it in the oven, as for divorce, it’s common, it’s just an agreement between lawyers.
The Spirit has to live, it has to breathe, it has to move about, it’s the same as a stream of water, it has to flow. She had bright ideas, but they told her it wasn’t her place to have an opinion, she persists, this is my life, so she is a warrior, she has been chosen for a task, there is so much of the Spirit inside. Slowly and slowly, the Spirit deadens, the mind becomes unbalanced, she is trying to Hold her Spirit. Young man wants to serve God, the teaching authorities decide that you have to lose yourself before you can be programmed to their way of thinking, so it’s seven years before you make an exit from the seminary, when all that is in your head, is what is called foundation, whatever that is supposed to mean.
Solomon wondered at the daily ways souls try to make contact with their divine helpers, the Spirit, the little habits we store inside us, the candle, the little routines we try to build into our busy lives. A thousand thoughts a second are permeating the air, the natural electric charge is heightened, it’s not the same air either, and the growth of stress is approaching epidemic levels, who doesn’t feel the stress, the child in school has got more than textbooks to understand, there is the new social environment as well, it’s pretty heady.
She sits in her room, the head dress is off, she looks at herself in the mirror, tries to re assure herself, she is on medication because she is Spirited, not for any other reason. In the bad old days, they sent them to the Gulag, for retraining, as it’s called, she is well aware, hang on she tells herself, the helper always arrives. Finding the space, is this what the homeless teach us everyday, are they teaching us more, amen.
I’m hungry, she is tired of hearing those words, she is a mile from the white house, roaming the streets of the most powerful city in the world, she is not alone. Downtown, they pour over dishes their lobbyists pay for, while the shelters turn people away. They have eyes but can’t see, is there a message in that, they wont attend a meeting either unless they get paid expenses. I’m hungry he says again, she feels the change in her pocket, soon she says.
Solomon sighed, a deep heart felt sigh, the love connects the light shines, the words of Jesus are made real; allow God to reside inside you and transform your life, it’s that simple.
She gets a seat in a side cafe, it’s Irish owned, the manager is an Irish Emigrant woman, she serves the biggest breakfasts in town. From the counter she watches the eyes of the small one, how he watches the tray laden with food for another table pass close by. His eyes widen, a little hopeful smile appears, i’ll be having that soon. Her heart breaks each time she see’s that expression on a small face, hoping. As for the loud mouth campaigners, they make the noise and then hide behind their private gates; do they say such words of thoughtfulness just to antagonize us all. Mary is practical; hunger can’t wait. if only one of them.. if only one had the courage of their words, some day, some day she hopes.
As reliable as the autumn rains, he maintained his skills to the very end, poured out wisdom the only way he could, used words to stir us to action, and was soul filled, inspired so much thought, opened many closed hearts.
It is October, the season of winter approaches as we prepare for it, the clothes have changed, we wrap up tighter, there is stuff we have to do, how nature teaches us, we mind Mother Nature she keeps everything in order, we have to remind ourselves, while there are 24 hours in a day, and so many days in a year, in truth, from the moment you woke this morning, did you sleep well, whatever, in this 24/7 world so many chatter about, the strong able to take advantage of the weary and the naive, after all the future plans and schemes, is there anything but a day, in every life. Slow down, the bear needs to hibernate, the butterfly is getting ready in the husk, in a few months time it will make it’s debut, all this preparation for the changing days ahead, is it not time we listened to nature, without worrying, it’s only a day after all. Thanks Leonard, for all the evenings to filled my mind with calm, amen.
He closes the door, the walk isn’t too far, he wants a cigarette, a fix in the morning a bite in the afternoon, a few cans in the middle, and by four he will be out of it again, outside the world. She will pass by him and shrug, he is on a bench outside the church, lifting her eyes to heaven, she remarks
, did you see the like of that, alcohol drenched sloshed in front of your church, no respect she mutters beneath her breath. He eyes her as she passes; would she ever throw a few coins, has she any heart at all. She can hear his thoughts, his eyes stab her like daggers, in the back. All he does is drink it, she ignores him and walks on.
Mrs O’Neill says the cashier, she is inside the women’s fashion shop, everywhere, it’s spotless and shiny, she is there to try the new dress, there is a wedding coming up. It’s awful what you see on the street these days remarks Mrs O’Neill, referring to the drunk slumped over the bench down by the church. The attendant ignores the remark. A half hour later, Larry is slouched completely, lying motionless on the pavement now. In sleep land, he does not notice Mrs O’Neill as she passes; the smell of alcohol and that other smell, have they no respect she says.
Solomon heard two women in conversation, the sight of alcohol soaked bodies hanging around the sanctuary is too much for them, they have to speak up. What the children are exposed to one of them says. Solomon smiled, God works in wondrous ways, giving us tips, and angels come in all sorts of guises, many times just warning us all, of the outside worlds.