Samaritan

If the wisdom goes unsupported, the wisdom giver goes, story of the early apostles, story repeated day after day, those standing up targeted, story of the whistle blower, Edward snowden and others, the release of the truth, the numerous cover ups, the individuals who spoke up, the story of Jesus, it’s the parable of old, the town that ignored the prophet, time is slipping away, and the spirit is calling out, no more excuses please, clear support or it’s over, people need to stand up, the signs were everywhere, the spate of miraculous recoveries, the numbers the numbers, reform reform reform, the numerous opportunities to support, the people of Nepal, God Most High was sending helpers, hoping the believers would understand, faith, it wasn’t what they said, it was what they did what counted, amen.

credit is simply a case of pressing a button, The will of God is the act of Love, amen.

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Judas Bait……. could be you

The angels were gathering, having been summoned, harvest time has arrived. The meeting place, a mountain retreat in the west of Ireland. It wasn’t the first summit, there were many in the past eight hundred years, in various global locations, Ireland the latest.

Weather being the topic at the previous meeting, the new topic was more serious, the status of love, to create and promote love. Every country on the planet was represented by an angel, some of them professionals, few of them politicians, not all of them nationals of the territory they represented. Henry Higgins for example, country and western star from Nashville, used his status to infiltrate the music industry, and had been doing that for over thirty years, mentored others in that industry, was something of a grandfather to the industry, been inducted into the hall of fame, had many such honours bestowed upon him, he used his visit to Ireland on tour as cover. He was the angel representing the music industry.

Andy Jones, internet guru, Australian. Had arrived in Ireland the previous month, used the cover of an Internet Conference as his reason for being in Ireland. Told colleagues back home, that having come ten thousand miles, he’d do a bit of sight seeing after the conference was over, visit certain companies in Galway, internet hub city, lots of new set ups there. He had dual representation, standing in as they call it, for the territory of Australia, while also representing the tech industry. He’d assumed the role of Australian representative, on account of the prior holder of that position, doing a u turn. Other examples of angel representatives and territories included the sexualisation industry.

Mary Denis, prostitute, high class, English, arranged for her agency to find her a client in Dublin, so called client wanted to keep her a month. Forty years old, she used her position to go undercover in the world of the highly privileged. She was a personal favorite of the chief. The chief liked hard evidence of the real person behind many of the masks worn by those called to lead by their nations, and their perversions. Everyone with a grave perversion was Judas bait, and a risk to all.

all saints

We all believe in something, usually something insane. Rarely something worth believing in. The latest teen idol if your under 16, the next elvis, the colour scheme in the house, the clothes you wear, says something about us. Is their Christian belief in all of this. It all says something about us. Is their a Christian belief in all of this, or are we missing something, we all have beliefs, God Most High the choice here today, but so many, what is there to believe in, if you’re a starving child with an empty tummy, a voter seeking an honest politician, an  aids sufferer without access to decent affordable health care, My politician is a good one, he knows how to respond to a contribution. The roll call of idols we look up to in our day today affairs is surprising.

There’s an idol for everyone, the TV star, the football player, and the image they create for us, images so carefully crafted by professional advertisers, advertisers who care less about you and me, and only value money.

These same image creators would sell us satan, provided he paid them, I have no doubt they already have, surprised. Today is all saints day, rekindling belief in ourselves and those around us, I call it the day we remember the great people, who in their own way, had led us to this day, directly and indirectly, and the sacrifices they made for all of us. To believe in something and someone greater than yourself, is usually a belief, that comes through ignorance of your own self worth.  

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Making Love

We are so into love, remember her name, first time you saw him, that addictive emotion you can’t get rid of, the memories that go with it, the one’s that got away, the regrets, the battles with your emotions, the times your life fell apart, the phone calls to girlfriends in the middle of the night, the panic attacks that left you feeling suicidal, and the guilt you felt, for the times you let them down, and the fear of speaking truth in case you hurt his feelings, and the descent into relationships that were never going to work out, and the long glances into the past, is it not a wonder people close their hearts to the influence of others, it’s fairly obvious, it can be soul destroying, and many play a game, men mostly, women occasionally, their only goal to cause havoc, settling old scores as they say. And we call it making love. Someone somewhere ought to address the issue before the time changes for ever.
The act of creating babies is actually the final act of loving, end of the story. Making love is creating the love we need to survive, a bit much to hear, but it ought sometime be said by somebody somewhere, cause no one seems capable of understanding what love actually is, really, hahahah, spit out the dummy, feel the throat a little, does your stomach churn, yes, love making is caring, that’s what love is, the distance you go for others, not the time you spend on yourself, pretending that you are doing something loving,. Sensual love, is the final act of pure love, but it’s not the beginning, it’s the climax of emotions that are created, that intense feeling that you can never forget, the glow in the heart, that leaves you waiting for more of that same great feeling.
Society, has changed its meaning of love, which it has passed on to children, with dire consequences unless we all change, it’s truly that simple. Women the world over have had to prostitute themselves almost, to gain the love that is due them, and as a result have given up on finding love altogether, almost. There are exceptions here, it’s not all bad news, some rural societies still value the family unit, and these societies will thrive. Sadly for many women, the production of a child is now the single most important objective they have, without a father figure too. Little Bob, or tiny mary, have been put in a very difficult position, as they get used to abnormal rearing, in so far as God Most High is concerned. Children are born this way, with a heart that requires fulfilment, the balance as they say, a love balance, that cannot be substituted,
Perhaps an over worked and exceptionally emotional stressed mother figure can manage to get the job done successfully, but there are so many losers to be seen, with society loosing mostly. But the child will always be asking, who was Daddy, and the reason I am aware of this, is through the relationship I had with a very small friend of mine, he was only one years of age, and he tried on umpteen occasions to utter the word, daddy, but couldn’t. Being his big uncle figure, it tore my heart open, and still does to this very day. He might have been born that way, but he wasn’t born with a full house as they say. Being a pal of the great spirit, I made enquiries, how this situation could be addressed. The answer was clear and direct, no bull, pure honesty. It was a question of change or bust as far as the world was concerned.
So next time, don’t thin your love, be up front with the one you assume to love, and let it grow as they say, amen.

USING IMAGINATION

I DIED MANY YEARS AGO SO MY OLD SELF SAID NOT i, AND IMAGINED A WORLD WHERE WE HAD FAITH IN (gmh) GOD MOST HIGH, AND I WORKED TO SEE THE DREAM COME THROUGH, PURE IMAGINATION NOT I, I QUICKLY REALIZED THE ISSUES, THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE ANIMALS AND THE GIFT OF IMAGINATIONS, WHERE THEY CAN LEAD US TO AND WHY. TO THE GATES OF HEAVEN OR THE DEPTHS OF HELL, IMAGINATION IS A CHOICE WE MAKE EVERY LIVING DAY, SO DON’T GIVE UP WITHOUT A GOOD TRY.

WE ARE TOLD TO RELY ON TRUST THAT GMH WILL ALWAYS LOOK AFTER US, PROVIDED OF COURSE WE HAVE THE IMAGINATION TO BELIEVE, THE BUILDINGS OF THE ANCIENT WORLD THAT STILL EXIST, THE MARVELS IN THE SKY, THE TSUNAMI WARNINGS, THE TEMPLES OF BABYLON THAT NEVER HAD THE TIME TO SAY GOODBYE, PURE IMAGINATION YOU WONDER NOT IF YOU SEE THEM, THE CELTIC CROSS’S OF IRELAND, THE WISDOM WE PASS ON , REFERENCE POINTS TO HELP US ON THE IMAGINATIVE WAY, THERE ARE SO MANY EVEN NON BELIEVERS CAN’T DENY.

ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER OF MY IMAGINATIVE JOURNEY I FOUND, A WORLD STEEPED IN A CORRUPT ATMOSPHERE WHERE TRUTH CAME THE LONG WAY ROUND, AS INTERESTS HARDENED TO THE IMMEDIATE SENSE AND PLANNING LOST IT’S WAY, WHERE THOSE CHARGED WITH LOOKING AFTER OUR RESOURCES, DID NOT THINK OF THE HUMAN WAY BUT THE NEEDS OF THE VERY FEW, THOSE TITAN GODS WITH POWER AND NO LOVE WHO THINK FORCE IS THE ONLY WAY.

SO I DUG AND DUG UNEARTHING, UNTIL WISDOM CAME TO ME GIVING ME ADVICE AND CONFIDENCE IN MYSELF, REVEALING THE SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE AS THEY SAY, AND OFF I WENT WELL EQUIPPED WITH IMAGINATION FOR COMPANY ALL THE WAY.

THE ADVICE TOOK TIME TO ASSEMBLE, I JOINED THE DOTS AND THEY TOOK ME ON A JOURNEY OF WILD PURSUIT, THE ADVICE GIVEN TELLING, CORRUPTION WAS GREATER THAN IMAGINED WORLDWIDE IN FACT AND ORGANISED, I TOOK A STEP BACK AND SAW WHAT HAPPENED TO FRONT LINE DEFENDERS EVERYWHERE MEN AND WOMEN, DECIDED TO COME UP WITH AN ALTERNATIVE PLAN TO THE ONE THAT ORIGINALLY TOOK ROOT, SO MY PERSONAL WAR OF ATTRITION ON THE FOOTHOLD OF EVIL BEGAN IN EARNEST PURSUIT, PURELY IMAGINATION BY THE WAY

I ASKED FOR HELP ALONG THE WAY FROM MY SPIRIT GUIDE AND THOSE OF THAT WAY, TOOK THE NARROW PATH AS FAR AS IT WAS LEADING ME, AND LIKE FOREVER HELP AND WISDOM CAME MY WAY. TODAY EVIL IS ONE LARGE GROUP DISPERSED ACROSS THE WORLD TO CAUSE HAVOC AND MAYHEM, DIVIDING PEOPLE BEFORE USING THEM, EXPLOITING GOOD CAUSES,  HARD TO IGNORE OR RESIST ON I PLODDED USING MY IMAGINATION ALL THE WAY

IN HIGH PLACES WHERE THE TRUTH HAS FEW FRIENDS EVIL LIVES IN COMFORT AND GREAT STYLE, SURROUNDED BY SYCOPHANTS WHO GET WHAT THEY WANT EVEN IF IT’S A CHILD, IT’S LIKE THOSE TV SHOWS THEY TEASE YOU TILL YOUR OUT ON YOUR FEET,  SO I CAME UP WITH A MOST CUNNING PLAN THE KIND THAT NEVER GIVES UP, THE ROLLING THOUGHT PROCESS NOT THE FIXED OUTCOME THAT SO MANY COME TO REGRET, AND WAITED FOR THE EVIL TO COME TO ME KNOWING I HAD THEIR MEASURE IN FACT, AND THE SUPPORT OF THE ONE TO WHOM ALL OF US OWE LIFE TO ON EARTH, PURE IMAGINATION WHAT ELSE. WELL EVIL EVERYWHERE IS GASPING FOR BREATH AS THEIR SYSTEMS OF CONTROL BREAKDOWN, NO LONGER ABLE TO CONTROL THE MASSES IT’S HARVEST TIME, I IMAGINE, JUST PURE IMAGINATION BY THE WAY. YOU CAN THINK WHAT YOU LIKE, SO GO ON AND USE YOUR IMAGINATION AND THINK WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT, JUST IMAGINE IT!

my woody allen moment

i guess it does not matter, you live thousands of miles away, your probably sipping some cheap wine the brand i can’t say, pour me another one I’ve a driver today, she smiles as she fills your glass there is a twinkle in her eye, what was that about Guantanamo bay, as i was saying before you refilled my glass, i’ve a secret report in the office upstairs i was wondering if you’d take a look, she goes to the bathroom he’s hot she thinks inside, a little perfume on the hips and some rouge for those beautiful eyes, i was trying to make you aware of Guantanamo here, is anyone listening, this has been going on for years, the bill arrives and he takes out his card gold plated he’d have it no other way, she tries to hide her growing enthusiasm but her eyes give it away, they sparkle.find them blind them bamboozle and rein them in, it’s easy to confuse abuse them then choose among them, the broken and the despairing the hopeful and the alarmed, just make their lives confusing rue’s and wont’s, get them to a point when they are running around in circles, them you move in selecting and isolating, take out the brains and you take out the power in them, emotionally cripple by means of boredom then offer help to restore them, soon they will be eating out of your hand, little do they know the plans you have for them, like some dinner today we’ll talk about food later, now you are co-operating that’s a good sign, another form of medication but it’s the emotional type so you compromise, the subtlety of addiction, food, it leaves you with nowhere to hide, wonder what they are thinking looking down from above, another days work to be done, and whatever you do, don’t let them find release in religion, God knows that can go on for ever.

 

 

empty minds

they used to fill us with propaganda, it’s a boy, we’ll turn him into a marine, till they got to know you better and turned you into a fool, what a wonderful world, i wonder if we can buy some of that, propaganda, sounds great stuff. they might have it on special offer in Walmart, the white house has loads of it, congress lives on the stuff, the arms industry, they are really healthy, they use loads too, daddy, daddy, can i have some propaganda, i just seen it on the TV. growing stupid in the modern world was never so easy.