Fill the Shoes Chaps….

Over the top the first man goes, only to be eaten by a lion, over the top, the trench, they all stand up, in the meantime, those in the background, giving the orders, change their position, hoping something will work. Next, the woman hears voices, she is suddenly a prophet, we will use her as an example, till her prophecy becomes a conflict, when she doesn’t co-operate with those in the background, they tie her to the funeral pyre and light her up, and so it goes, again and again, they lift them, support them, and when they grow tired of them, they give them the chop, and they wonder why they can’t get anyone to fill the shoes. Years later, fro mall views, the groups in conflict, morph into one, the only thing they have in common, money and power.

Solomon was reflecting, reality, not the rose tinted expressions of a few optimists. In certain parts of the world, there was devout worship of God Most High, and adhered to strictly. In the other part of the world, those who tainted those who held beliefs in the world above, what are you bothering for, they are all saying. Solomon was watching the play from the middle, extremism had many friends in all sorts of places, he prayed accordingly, that God Most High silence the extreme opinion, especially at a time, when there were those making concentrated efforts to increase wisdom and understanding of their view of God. Love is color blind, amen .

It is easy to reflect on why so few over the years, ever stood up, or stood up, only when hidden in a large group. Did the world want the Peace of Jesus or business as usual, he could see the critics to that one, amen.

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Getting Married, or where did all the years go!

marriage, they were drinking in a downtown bar, an early house. Seven in the morning, the heads were drowsy, the hangover affect, the brain slow to engage, the words just a mutter, a sigh, a fart, what a life.

“Life is a marriage!”

What do you Mean jack?

Well, the day your born your into it, and the day you die you dissolve it, isn’t that a marriage. His friends looked at him, maybe that was it. Divorce was akin to a breakdown, a RETREAT. They shake their heads, his companions. You got it wrong they say. Marriage is a relationship bond, the promise to hang together not alone on the journey. When we get carried away, children arrive and we settle down.

The same way life is a marriage, the older you get, the more becalmed you become.

The Habit

No. damn it, the hobbit you mean, no he says, the habit, where do they come from? You are sounding old dada, I am old he replies, I’m passing on wisdom. He rattles his dentures, sighs. Trying to impart wisdom is like trying to extract teeth with a hammer, a lot of blood and nothing worth remembering just pain. He reaches for the glass, his throat is dry, the nurse is being patient, but can’t stay too long. She has others to see. The habit damn you, that’s what all of you are passing on. She ignores him, changes the sheets while he mutters on.

Harvey, Donald, and the entire bunch, men and women, selfies, facebook, our desire for violence

, it turns them on, the damaging habits we pass on. Jesus warned them, forgive and you can stop it all, why not give it a try, amen.

Looking for Love…..

Doing the groove this is normal they assume, he wiggles and twirls in front of the screen, the way we learn is not the issue, we all learn the same way, example if you are young, the TV remote is on the wrestling channel, the others are in the room, the absence of a father figure forces the emotions, imitates the nearest close relation i suppose, what if, it’s a big question, if you are trying to fill that loving gap. Fundamentalists fill the details in with their version of events, some of them are bible experts they do everything by the book. Stop, halt, hold on, there is something very wrong in all of this. Ask the question no one wants an answer to, at the least it will challenge the collective conscience, even if they try and bury the truth, it all comes out anyway, the example we were subjected to, when we were very young.

The bells ring, the pleasantries begin, stares across the aisle, who is in attendance, who has not come along. Why were you not in attendance Mike, the allegations are kept quite, it’s like a secret meeting of a secret cult, your programmed, the job pays well and the children have great schools, the medical is free and the university position is secure, programmed has many different forms, and the cult is seriously successful, who can complain with that.

A journalist, Daphne Caruana Galizia dies in a bomb blast, trying to expose the off shore criminals, who are stealing from the poorest themselves, the resources they stole were to be used to restore, the health services so badly needed by the rest. Well done gentlemen for removing a voice of Love, imagine the consequences in a time of great coincidences, when there is news from the world above.

The preacher brushes his teeth, he fleeces them to be exact, washes his face puts on a smile, he is getting ready to set them alight. The audience is select, only the movers and shakers, decision makers, with their help, they can seize whatever they like.

“Jesus says this to you this morning!”, he begins his long rant, the audience begin to take notes, there job security depends on all this. He begins to read from the old scriptures, choosing to ignore the bigger meaning, he is using old worlds to target the world, there is an agenda, if they are not fundamental, then they are not like us.

Solomon heard it all, be it North Korea, Washington select interests, or a cult, they existed, extremists, who pretended to be like us. as for using the ancient writings, Solomon was reminding them, the extremists. Noah, Moses, the holy prophets and what was it they wrote, extremists never work it out, there is no love in that. wasn’t that the story of the good S

amaritan?.