Saint Patrick, an ode to Yeats, Behan, Oscar wilde, and a host of others, the sages of the past…..

 

This is pulled from the archive, it’s the National day of Ireland, so in these times of trial, lets reminded ourselves all, of the struggles we have all got through….

 

The world is beautiful, Have you ever thought about it, the world that is, is it not beautiful in places. We call those places national parks, so many miles of ocean across all frontiers, touching each other in special places the way the sun used to be, and still is in those extra special spaces, now we get burned frozen or flooded instead, except of course for those special places, and the bank manager we wish him dead, the women and their faces we can’t stop looking, the hours spent grooming their façade well look at TV no frowns allowed can’t you tell, a little perfume on the hips lipstick on the lips, as mothers seek safe refuge to build a nest as well, then an heirloom arrives the result of love so they said, children of course keep on watching and waiting, it’s a show they’ve already heard, Disney shows written by old pro’s words they use children in the viewfinder, they used to call it inspiration, today they ration the dead, literally and bury them live on TV, I won the lottery the dredge is no more, no smart opinions to get high on, pure doesn’t give you headaches, it kills you instead, don’t tell Santa he said.
But it’s a pity really, having tossed so much of our future away, the consequence of pure greed that the poorest will pay for instead, they’ve cut back the bird crumbs this week I heard, poor crow, shot at three times dived bombed by a sparrow hawk, a busted wing he hung on, two miles up the road and he’d be fed, earthquake on the TV, the world is falling apart, live on TV of course, you’ve guessed it CNN they are the first to call to help, world latches on cameras roll on carelessly, footage is worth more when you’re dead, no point saving the sick across the world, cant get them together like a Spielberg movie, we’ll rely on old footage. Isn’t the world beautiful he said, the luck of the Irish they always said it was worth waiting for, amen. He said if they gave up the drink, shur they could do anything, well…

Marriage Guidance Course

It’s a long drive, but they hope to spend the rest of their lives together, well, that’s the intention. She looks over, he is so comfortable in the driving seat, so self assured. They both ponder the questions they will be asked, they don’t want surprises, or to feel awkward in front of others. His hair is different, he has it parted off center, did he do that for me, too soon to be getting jealous, but he did question you when you went out with old friends the other week, what did he say. you never mentioned them to me before, I thought you told me everything he said too, what, am I marrying a stranger now, but the little row ended with a hug, the tears forgotten. They are on their way to a marriage guidance course. Better to know you before than after.

Jealous thoughts, you are my wife, mine, he is her husband, hers, you have both become the property of the other, well, even the titles you will use are going to change, Mr and Mrs. Marriage guidance course is a weekend event, over the course of it, you will have a boot camp test of your marriage, well, you are offering your life and time to another, so a weekend getting to know each other, might be time well spent.

Thinking Tough

Putting on your  shoes, reaching over the bed, damn, it’s a long way down there, putting on your shoes, what a dream. How simple a thought how impossible the dream, he looks at the shoes, the day is an anniversary. Twelve months since the accident, it seems like yesterday. The waiting is the worst part. He pulled the bell ten minutes earlier, still no response. It’s a busy unit. He stares at the shoes, thinking all the time, the petty issues we worry over, nothing really. The soup is cold, does it matter, the meat is over cooked, was the chef drinking again, the wry comments. He left the restaurant, his memory is fuzzy, it’s never the same after a great trauma. He tries to recall the events, but it gets to the point when it goes blank. He was three days in a coma.

The door opens, she opens her mouth, a cheery sound escapes. Ready for the day, any plans she says. He looks at the shoes, she catches his gaze, knows what he is thinking. One day, they are making great strides medically she says. Nineteen years of age, unable to move from the chest down, and you think it’s tough he says, thinking to himself.

Solomon sighed; there is a Spirit you can ignite inside you, but it requires effort, a step in the dark, but you have to trust. What was it Jesus said; you have to have faith, that’s where the power of Spirit lies. Once you did, you could ask for anything. Imagine the wonder, the feelings in the feet, pins and needles feeling, a grief to some, the greatest of reliefs to others.

No Religion

The prophets of old, the words of Jesus, written many times, the day is unknown, the hour, but when it happens, the great change, it will be instant, the light of God will be all the religion they will need. In a nutshell sighed Solomon, rather than dwell on what divides so many believers, who not focus on what we have in common, and work back, love God first, and it will all work out. Not bad trying to figure out your purpose on earth, amen.

Unwinding The Story

Tension, the coach was writing the word on the blackboard, underlined it, three times, Tension he said again, the class all look up, the teacher is explaining the depths of story, and trying to sound like an expert. Who does get it, tension, the ups and downs, the circle of life. The want to be authors want to change their lives, their teachers wants to publish one best seller, tension, the rent check is due and there isn’t enough in the bank to cover it, tension, a half a per cent movement in the share price will cost us another fifty million, if only I could reach that far she says to herself, sitting in her assist chair, her arms not working from the shoulders down, to be able to reach an itch, tension, waiting for someone to come in the door, waiting for the surgery door to open, waiting for the man to return the form without more corrections, tension.

Tension, Solomon wondered what it would feel like to have some of your functions returned to you, by Gift of God, would there be tension in the body

, what would the stages be like, would it be the caterpillar unwinding, the egg shell breaking up, the head peering out, what would it feel like, would it be instant, instant, would your muscles need time to lengthen, you’d be stiff, the strength in your shoulders would need building up. He had in his mind some prayers being said, and many millions calling out, come help us Dear Father, and then imagining the response, what load fills the net, who benefits. So many take credit for stuff they have nothing to do with, and then try to persuade others to follow them. Solomon sighed, One God, the credit starts and ends there, no intermediaries, only those with good opinion who are heard. In a nutshell, those who go before us, lay the paving stones, lets hope they are well directed in the times ahead. The tension will always be there, exercise if your worried, amen.

Mugabe

Are they serious, he reminded himself of the cries twenty years before, the tyrant Mugabe, and the way the country was thrashed, even his Mother was afraid of him, thirty seven years later, a long time to wait for redemption, in the meantime, given credit by the religious authorities, what would Jesus say about Mr Mugabe, well, he was not going to go into that. The individuals who kept him in power object to the wife taking over the estate, meanwhile off shore, the wealth stolen from those who had to endure famine conditions almost, remains his. If anything, it pointed out the real reason for the existence of the off shore fiefdoms. Yeah, they were coming out with Spin, we have standards about where the money is coming from, and we are under the tutelage of the recognized banking establishments, the very same ones who set up the off shore fiefdoms in the first place, rather cute, Robert Mugabe, the Great Greek theft before the fall, the arms traders, and whoever else, all doing their business in the same off shore toilet, rather shitty.

Solomon encountered the Real Spirit, and ever since that day, he had a rule, write it. Yes, we can re write the entire mess, it is up to us all to put our minds to it. amen.

Where did they hide it!

Escape from the planet earth, FP are you an FP, and the aliens among us, are you trying to find a better home, FP united, even the fish are joining in, dolphins too, they all want a better earth, just imagine it, every species facing extinction, loving souls included, all united in one goal, comedy time, but a very real scenario, comic as it sounds, do you feel like an FP, humor.

Solomon was thinking the real situation, and funny as it sounded, it was truthful, and it was an odd conclusion to reach, and a great point for future environmentalists, spiritual and physical, to connect on.

The world that itemized everything, the way big business had, charging by transaction, the same energy opposed the wisdom of a global transaction tax. The light headed idealists, who viewed the world through rose tinted ideology, were out with the washing on this one, after all, the oceans were dying, and the millions of tons of nuclear waste, dumped by so many nuclear powered nations, nobody knew where.

These are questions for the sake of future generations, those arguing the positive nature of nuclear energy, hadn’t assessed the damage all this legal dumping had caused, and given the state of fish stocks, was an immediate necessity.

where did they hide all the nuclear waste, that they dumped into the oceans?

amenche2