The head has no space, the crown explodes, the depths of despair, is there a cure. That feeling, no space in the head, how it deforms our thinking, leaving us rudderless, at the mercy of those around us. She thinks, where do you find space. Her illness is getting worse, space, to heal, just have the mind, to trust in the Almighty and the tools you are given. The more you think good of others, is a great first step. Migraine, when the head does not have worry, the pain eases. She needs love, not pity.

Solomon was laughing loud. The butterfly came back to life, who, what when. Then he recalls the story of Jesus. They only wanted to touch his cloak, to feel that loving energy. What’s the issue some ask. In olden times, sexual activity was the by product of love, it was not the love. In the modern world, the love that many seek, is based on the self, not in the giving. Great examples in time, he watches the world famous leader, push his wife in her chair, their tenderness on view. It wasn’t the case of what you can do for me, it’s why do you love me, amen.

In short, you can’t love God unless you love what the Almighty created, amen.

It’s getting late, the time to go home. She is in the company of a friend. There is nothing to be concerned about, when with a real friend, amen.


The New Environmentals

The whale is on a new diet, fresh cod, but the addition of that stuff, plastic is upsetting the stomach, making the whale anxious. The children have changed their diet, back to the old stuff, fiber is fashionable at last, less of the sugary stuff. A TV show is on, the man with the crown on his head, that’s Prince Charles says the older person, who is that with him asks the boy, i don’t believe it says the father, that’s Al Gore, an environmentalist. The two heads are banging out ideas, on how to correct the imbalance in nature, as Charlie calls it. Al smiles, it’s easy for you to be patient Charles, living in such comfort and never having to worry about the elections or those trying to deny the truth. Charlie smiles, patience, was I not by my mother’s side all my life, waiting to prove my point, the environment. Al laughs out loud.

The father goes to switch off the TV, does not like the politic. His son calls to him will you stop he says. He does not vote for us, the father says. The boy drops his head, the environment belongs to us dad, he gets up and leaves the room, amen.


What, stop that, the radio, the month of November, the souls, listen, where do you think your influences come from, the young minds are discussing the radio, the padre is with them, he is supposed to lead them not indoctrinate them, the gardener is at the door, listening, Jesus he says, what is he doing, trying to corral them, the gardener shakes his head, the use of cult thinking was supposed to have been dealt with, he shakes his head, there are autumn leaves to gather. Cults, what is the meaning of free will, what is reasoning, why did it take being re born to be of the light, had anyone of them listened at all.

Later that evening he is at home, the smell of soup, freshly made, the odor caresses his nose, tickling him. A full thick broth, lots of chunky bits, a distant memory, the state of the soup. Those days, he hopes they will remember, the pacifier, food in the belly, the odd leather shoe thrown into the watery mix, any form of nutrient added, their rations so poor, as they were slowly degraded, while their Spirit held on, and ..he stops, a spoonful in mid air, she says nothing, those days, she found it hard to believe, then the stories are confirmed.

In another part of the world, there is denial of the cruelty, not through ignorance or anything of the sort, but the imagination, no one could imagine the lengths those people went to, in order to get rid of the divine influence, or whatever they thought it was. Yes he says, rubbing his chin, it’s hard to forget those who laid the path we are all on, so much to give thanks for, and she smiles, it’s not a breakdown, it’s the month of November, time to recall, take a time out, consider the consequences, how did we get here.

The lost numbers have brought a new drive in the local church. The need to communicate, new ideas, interesting ways of explaining things. Solomon smiles, I will explain he thinks, time takes him back. Imagine a reversal of roles, turn the experience upside down. The role of the oppressor way back then, the oppressed now, the role of women, the womeneen way back then, the boss now, the children, the little ones way back then, now the decision makers, on account of the habits they haven’t ingested yet. Remain a child in the eyes of the Father, you will be happily surprised, amen. Just like Jesus says..Solomon sighed, how that name rocks the boats and calms the storm at the same time…who can do this they asked?

Later, Solomon sighed, the use of modern day propaganda, the emotional traps, that drive top form hot spots of opinion, then the harvest of ruin. They will come to listen, then the welcome. In parts of the world, food was still a war front issue, amen.

“there was a time, when food was used as a religious weapon of influence”

The Scalpel

A name, a title, a profession, years of training, re training, in order to carry out, the most vital of operations, on your body, your life in the hands, of the one who yields the scalpel. The years of staying put, not the high life many assume, tedious book work, the cost of training, overcome now, by the cost of insurance, no bad days allowed, the threat of the lawyer, the shark on the reef, willing to take a bite, whatever, so many depend on the scalpel to survive.

The name recalls a memory, the laughter on the face, the patient will be there before me, the heavens that is, the patient smiles years later, how did you manage to save me, the wonder of the memory, one small town, one global recovery.

Solomon sighed, the effort of the few to maintain the services many depend upon, while the get even types harass for their cut of the booty, had any of them committed themselves to a life of service, in order to preserve the light in others, Solomon smiled. The one in ten as Jesus says, who are grateful, and the angst those go through, in order to rule over others, did they know, the heavenly inheritance, he sighs, the signs keep on coming, amen.

The New Confirmation and Communion

Solomon sighed, it was turning about, the Titanic on it’s second voyage, the iceberg missed again, like that space rock that shaved the earth. A new form of confirmation and communion.

Let it be the Parents who take the pledge before God, they being the ones used to the fibre food as they call it, rather than putting robes on children, amen.

How many would love to see that?

In Rome, there is delight, at last, a view that helps alienate the extreme thinkers, amen.

You are not supposed to be miserable, your made to be happy, amen.

The Eternal Landlord

What conditions did you put them in, what did you charge them, how did you treat them, the landlord of the Skies, is watching.

Solomon sighed, imagine it, the guy in the Sky, taking note of how you deal with others, in particular your motives, may they be for the best of reasons, you wouldn’t want the eternal landlord to arrive at your gate, amen.

The Women

In the Church they fought for rights, the Spirit in decline, they tried to assert their rights, continually denied, the men, who tried to own them, the mothers who were farmed for their Spirit, while the environment was going into a tailspin, and now Iran, and many other places. God Most High, the cloud with this blog, is a very real one, and there is so much evidence, to prove this, that is cannot be denied. It’s time to listen.

Solomon sighed, the words of Jesus, men and women equal, while the hidden meaning in the Islamic code, is shown, liberating many hearts, while the People of Palestine, wait for their release from their bonds. With prophetic signs appearing, change going on everywhere, there comes a time, and this is it, to sit up and listen, to the words of Jesus Christ. Without mercy, where do you go, or as the King said, as in the words of Jesus, the judgement of the people, what did you do for Love, etc…

Healing, mind issues, motor neuron, Alzheimer etc…

A breakthrough in the treatment of Alzheimer’s, recent discovery, they know how to slow it seriously, will eventually halt it, the joy in some desperate hearts, the sheer thought, how it lifts the Spirit. The other advances in medicine, the use of old therapies, the progress being made, the advance of hope. The parallel hope in the upper world, the news, the advance of the Holy Words, on the lips, a feeling of freedom at last, no longer an old wish, but the new reality, well, if unable to do too much, you can at least point your heart and mind to the issues, that lift the spirit of others, then feel better immediately about your self. In short, imagine the news, there is a prophet, early Jerusalem, the roman occupation about to come to an end, how those oppressed, began to feel light, the savior on their mind. And not in the form of man says Jesus, but inside you, amen.

Treasure Box

Into my head….

Where did they come from, the aliens, he shakes his head, the thoughts that plague my mind, how do i get rid of them, a foreign entity has entered my air space, and it’s doing me in, the only respite, when i go off track, or change my mindset, then i find peace, what is happening to my airspace. Air traffic control, what is going on, the noise in the head, how do i clear the space. The controller replies, we got you, over, here is what to do. The thoughts in our head, what do we do with them.

Filling the void as Gaga sang, the amount of drama we are indulged with daily, the comments, the crisis, the flattering thoughts, it gets very buzzy in there. Who is real, is this the way I think.

The gap that has to be filled, the need for space when in the middle of a migraine, the thudding of the head, the sheer torture, it’s doing me in, stop, you just have to think, how do you provide space inside, or what sort of stuff do you want to recall later. Stories, books, the words of Jesus, think it through, the only real worry, the thought of the Eternal world. What,

In this world of daily crisis, the emotions pulled left and right, we need stabilizing thoughts, that lead us to the lightness we need to feel in the head. He loves me, she smiles, they think well of me, I’m doing something good, I am reading or listening to engaging stories, in short, I’m allowing healthy thoughts to surround me, that’s what I keep on doing, and I’m getting better everyday, as for fear of the next life, I only need to fear the Almighty, these fears we are drenched in, they are all in the head, relax.

Feeling loved, the head is on the pillow, sweet thoughts come into the zone, the weight and the dread has disappeared, it feels good to be me, amen.