Wandering Star

Jesus was a wandering Star, and as he said to his apostles, that Spirit he carried was never going to have a rest, it is eternal in other words. Sometimes, the way is misleading, the signs are not as clear as some people suppose, what do those ancient words mean, and what happens when the so called experts get it wrong, and put a very mean meaning on words that are meant to include everyone who wants to believe. It’s a thorny issue, and given the happenings during Holy Week, we seem to be getting reminders. The message hasn’t changed, but the container it seems has to be redesigned. Well, Solomon encountered the Spirit, not the man made stuff you use to get drunk on, but the one you are supposed to get inspired on. There was no pride in the visit, but an lot of responsibility.

The sky too was showing the intention of divine intervention lately, as Ezra says, when the moon and the sun appear in the Sky together, it’s a moment of awakening.. Men and mad made devils were going to have to account for themselves, and that day is getting closer. Before the orchestra sings again, before the singers get the tune, it’s time to get the meaning right. Solomon wasn’t earning plaudits, he was telling it as it is. Well the Spirit does not make mistakes, but demons do try to conceal great truths, they being fully aware of the damning truth.

Solomon sighed, it’s easy to be fooled by men, and those that supposedly believe can easily hide among men, we have been warned. how often have we been dragged along and told a certain truth only to find out later it was all a farce, created to deceive and confuse, the war in Vietnam and so many other events, presented to assume the aggressors were the countries invaded. Years later you find the truth, no comfort for the victims. Real believers don’t let their fellow believers suffer, they don’t sit in castles and lecture the world, while getting the plaudits of their friends. Pharisee’s do that, as Jesus pointed out continually, don’t be deceived, amen. If Jesus said the Son of Man was not going to find a permanent home, he had many things on his mind, apart from the struggle the Spirit would have to endure. He wanted to encourage us to hang in, the promise he made, the helper will come along.What did he say about the way they treated the prophets, has all that much changed, lets hope it has.

So think of your life like a wondering star, on the move, don’t get caught by the old chestnut, how am I going to get through this. Jesus had to leave the Apostles regularly to find space to listen, their doubts doing in his head, despite the Miracles. So don’t feel bad if you find it all confusing at times, deeds as Jesus said are the key to your salvation, just as the story of the Good Samaritan tells. And remember, demons will only fill you with doubts and in the end try to destroy you. Solomon sighed, it was time to add a prayer to his story. If they even think about doing harm to a believer, may their schemes implode on them. The same was happening to the schemes of extremist. With a wet sail behind him, Solomon wanted to push them over the proverbial cliff. Nice ring to that, so piggish,

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Evening Fear

Alone, she goes in the door, the high of work over, now the slow down. She is not in a relationship, and she is getting older, the pangs of fear run through her like labor pains, the evening is full of fear when you feel you are alone. She has few distractions, alone with her thoughts, lying in bed alone hours later, the dread she will feel, she tries to put it off. The demons are on her, and she is afraid. They circle her like vultures, the thoughts they feed her, as if they are beasts trying to load her full of fear. Without a good nights sleep she is vulnerable.

The Thought that Faith could put you in the spot light of the demons. She has a routine, the head, get the thought process right, don’t give them space in there, hold on to your faith, and they will saunter on by, seeking another victim, someone who can’t forgive and the guilt he hold. They feed on every fear, and they eat souls, they have an appetite for all that is bad, and very few can resist them, how long can she hold out she wonders. The angels hear her appeal, the helpers are on her case, the troubles she has to encounter, are about to be relieved and sent to the eternal abyss for good.

Solomon smiled, the affirmations were coming with the beat of a clock, and it was simply amazing, the demons were in tatters, seeking refuge, where they wouldn’t be found, Solomon sighed, we’ll get to them when we are ready, if they don’t start to love so fast, they will have eternal misery instead. It was case of writing the prescription, no complaints, the word goes up, and they find out that Spirit is real. It was getting stronger, even the so called disasters posted great change, not the doom so many feared. Did God let those down who truly believed, never, amen.

Cocaine, Crow Health and Prohibition

This is not going to go down well with the Hogi, is that the name of the mountain people of Columbia, it wont go down well with the shaman’s of old either, It won’t go down well with many, but what has prohibition done for the world, same as McCarthyism and the death of a great moral consciousness, that didn’t go down well, all considering the war in Vietnam didn’t do much for the human reputation either, neither did the Korean war of the fifties, damn, there has been so many sure footed decisions, and the aftermath, well, lets say it’s been a disaster.

“What do you really think of the Human Race Clyde.”

Clyde sits on the branch beside his sweetheart crow, Bonny, she is a few months older than him, but that don’t matter to Clyde, he loves the glow of her feathers,  means that she likes him. Clyde wants to make a good impression on Bonny, he thinks about some of the decisions of the human race. You can make a rash answer, that’s why they made so many bad decisions, humans that is, and he does not feel like imitating them.

“Bonny, they don’t look after the water either, have you noticed that!” Clyde is trying top look serious, women like that, Crows who think they are smart.

“Yes Clyde, you can say that again, the sweet water is now sour tasting” she turns her head, eases over towards Clyde.

Bonny, she is getting serious, Clyde wonders what to do next. The need to take your time, the need for patience, he is thinking on the branch.

“I suppose in different continents there are different birds, we don’t all react the same, and when you see the swallow family come all the way across the world, there is always other places you can visit”

He is trying to sell her the idea, you have to think outside the nest, we are not all the same.

Solomon had a dream, it wasn’t the regular dream, it was about prohibition, and what in truth happens, it only leads to massive corruption and the creation of gang warfare, nothing else. When the tried to kill Jesus’s message, prohibition in another form, they only made it more popular, so not all prohibition leads to harm, food for thought. He is sitting in a kitchen, he is with some South American ‘s, they are stirring cocoa powder into the big cake mix, food, they say it gives you energy, nothing more. He is then in the skin of a man fleeing, he encounters the police, all they want is a bribe, nothing new there, make it illegal and the profit grows, while those with the manpower and fire power control the game. He can hear the critics, they will scowl, how can you be so irresponsible, saying what you say. Solomon sighs, the way you feed the children to the social media monsters, it’s time you looked in the mirror, amen.

To wake up each morning knowing that the Creator of the universe loves you — From guest writers… re blog, you are never alone

The greatest thing in life is to wake up each morning knowing that the Creator of the universe loves me. As one writer put it ‘He loves me as I am, not as I should be, but He loves me too much to leave me as I am’. ~ Alan Hermann

To wake up each morning knowing that the Creator of the universe loves you — From guestwriters

Not Another Boring Day….

The bed is so comfy, the dread of the office, you might even pick up a cold, everyone is complaining of the virus, another one does it’s rounds. You pull the covers a little higher, it’s safe in there, and warm, the thought of cold water on your face, the shock of it, is there anything better to do, and don’t forget the mouthwash, nay, I’d rather stay in bed and have a few beers, reflect on the times I was young and brave, and there was a cause to fight for, those were the days. The clock buzzes, the repeat alarm, who invented such a thing, same as adds on the TV, thank god for the world that allows us watch TV without having to digest the adds. The media influence is slipping and the people are finding their voice, amen.

The rules, you can’t eat this, and that is bad for you too, seems like you will have to dump the contents of the fridge again, third time in a month. Too much money perhaps, and no common sense, your thinking all the time while under the duvet. You recall that movie, the guy takes out the friends Ferrari, Ferris someone or other, you remember, it was a few years ago, the stuff you remember, it was years ago, still you recall, not so bad, your testing the old grey matter, nothing wrong with it. Time to call in a sickie, one less in the office, temporary staff will get a call, someone will eat an unexpected lunch, even better, a child will get an unexpected treat, courtesy to your non arrival at work, ever see it like that, possibly not, you know now, so what are you waiting for.

Stuff you used to do, and still want to, the mornings under the duvet. You are not getting up for work you say, the words you used long ago when the pillow was not empty, the damn rules and the fear it spreads. Impressionism wasn’t painting in the fifteenth century, but it was many years later, and possibly the most sought after art there is today, everything changes. You grab the duvet and smile, you are still willing to risk it, and it feels good.

Solomon sighed, I will have to get a regular job one day, but today I’m going to be me. The rules, even Jesus had to put up with the jibes, well, he was stealing the power of the so called rulers of the day, so they imagined, well he wasn’t, it was just an awful lot easier when you say it as it is, and stop the acting as so many of them did, in order to secure their jobs and the power they held. A reminder to everyone, you can change it any given day, and once you understand that and think how others feel, the world around you brightens up, and all despair just leaves you, you just have to imagine it.

Let go and let the Universe

If it’s inside you, let it go, do something, angry man, angry woman, takes it out on the next emotional encounter, damn, why didn’t I talk about it, it would have made life so much easier, damn. Wise old man listens, the results of trust gone wrong, no one will talk to another, except on a very shallow level, even celebrities have figured this, when they see their laundry on the news, the following week. Dawn, those who destroy trust and the harm they pass on.

Bursting inside, think before you act, what is right will feel good, what it wrong will squeeze you, then again, how often are you right.

Those Old Wars

A lot of bloodshed, a lot of heart break, does anyone remember their names, hardly, Amo nods in the bed, still a teacher, he listens, it’s all that He can do these days, listen. You are not feeling well he says, his visitor is an old friend, they were in college together, that is sixty years or more, over a hundred and twenty years between them, come to think of it, a lot of living time on the planet, a couple of major wars, the great one in 1939, do they all remember that, ration cards, doing without petrol, driving the car twice a week, if you were lucky enough to have one.

I’m getting old Amo, says the friend, not unlike yourself, they share a smile. They went on the odd holiday together, when travel was a huge experience, not the twenty four seven event it is now, when tickets to anywhere can be bought within hours of flying, and half the price when you do. Amo sighs, everything moves on, in the end we leave behind what, memories, that are hopefully, a legacy of a sort. The old friend, nods. Will anyone remember us, the thought is on his visitors mind, Amo has no such fears.

Immune to the news, Solomon sighed, when we hear too much of it we switch off. There is another appeal, another famine zone, another disaster, another social meltdown, the car moves along, the radio is changed, music, an awful lot happier, positive. Immune are we, to news and all that we don’t want to hear. Solomon pursed his lips, an observer, he watched it all. It must have been the same at the time of the ancient prophets, the news no one listened to, the descent into pleasure, this is going to last forever. Time tells us, it never lasts, maybe that’s what we need to recall, it is all passed on, your habits, good bad or indifferent.