It’s not drama, it’s actually real, it’s not the head, it’s the ability to disguise, the hidden evil menace, the trail of poison ivy, it’s the growth of hatred, it’s the propaganda that fills the mind, the greed that we can’t control, it’s the temptation of the demon, turning people against each other, enjoying the conflict and hurt, the psychopathic remedies of the evil mind, the stuff that makes us apathetic, the blind spot we acquire, it’s why corruption just never slows, we are told to exploit it all, the mantra of the so called successful, and How Greta Thunberg said it clearly, we heard it all before, Solomon sighed…
MOST honest soul I met in last ten years, a two year old boy,
Solomon sighed, the emperors clothes syndrome, they all nod and agree, then a child, unaware of fear, said what everyone was thinking, he then recalled the Ancient scripture, the wisdom of men and the wisdom of God, and how mere children, would put all the intellectuals to shame; well, we are seeing it with our own eyes, amen.
A mountain top, the voice, alone, all seeing, the overview, from the preacher girl. Another leader, another controversy, history, what did we learn, the fears that come with change. The Smoking habit is cut, he looks at her, what do you mean by that, well, I am a preacher woman she says. He gets an idea in his head, healing in one hand, the book of wisdom., the cigarette and the ash that falls from the other.
He wonders if it’s for real, he lives a busy life, survival does for most, tomorrow will look after itself. He listens, she is open, her words are sharp, is this the voice of a partner or a tyrant, he tries to catch her attention, she has to go back to the original. No idols to begin with, those we tear down, compassion, if we don’t practice it, we can’t pass it on, as for judging others, we need to look into the mirror. Eventually we will see something we like, a trait, a good decision.
I’m hardcore she says, he listens, she does not allow space for interruption. He is not fault finding, he is listening. There are a few things she doesn’t know about him, he wonders if that helps. You have to do more listening, we all do, preacher girl.
Is it possible, was it static or was it the Spirit inside, the garment flashed in the dark, streaks of electricity, is that who we are, charged energy. What’s inside us, and what stops us from pouring out the Spirit. He was electric, she electrified the audience, comments you hear, but to experience it, it made clear the picture of us as light and dark energy. and as we encourage the light, the more dynamic we become, more alive. Jesus put his hands on the sick, they were healed, they touched his garments, that was all they had to do, they believed and were healed. God’s healing power was sent through the Spirit, it’s real, but we have become afraid to touch and reach out. Was this the reason why the world was sexualized, so that we would lose these abilities, and thereby lose our contact with God?.
Solomon saw blood on the sheets, soon after his electric moment, his own, his nose was a tap, damn blood everywhere. He wasn’t going to drain for awhile, and he lost four or five pints once a long time ago, that was a real spill, this was a stream, it might have filled a small whiskey glass, that’s all. Was there a bleeding heart, he had a small friend who was looking forward to seeing him, they shared great moments, memories that last forever.
In his confusion, the doctor and a cigarette maybe, he rushed out of the bloodied bed, hurries down the street, the more he hurries the faster the blood flows, he wasn’t thinking, what a sight, a red rag over his face, the shop is closed, he ends up in the church, so that’s how it works, you get the alarm call and you run with it. He sits on the pew, his head at the angle, looking at the angel, so this is how it works is it. A mother and her little child enters, they light candles, the mother is teaching her daughter, there is a God. Solomon is too busy with the blood to notice that much, but imagine the surprise, when a few minutes after the mother and daughter leave the temple, they return to offer him some tissues they bought for him, a very kind thought, and the child wore a heavenly smile, the sort of look only the purely innocent wear. They must have thought he was a mess, he smiles, they depart, Solomon is moved, how kind, such a sweet thought. Imagine the greater surprise, when two minutes later, they appear in the door, the little girl carries a bag for his bloody tissues. She hands over the blue plastic bag, a big sense of wonder in her young eyes. They will be blessed he sighed. Children don’t rear themselves, amen. Many parents would learn from that Mother’s example.
C2 Fish, what do you mean she asks, they are swimming in the river, but they have heard the stories, rumours, the toxic waste they have been pouring into the mediteranean and other places for a long time. Some people have seen C2 fish he says. C2 fish, who ever heard of such a thing. No, No, No, not C2 fish, see through fish, what she says, he raises his eyebrows, women, will they listen, C2 Fish, fish you can see through. No need to get iffy with me dear. See through fish, and they are listening now because they are afraid of their own children, nothing more.
The western town, the bar, the dancing girls, Vietnam the war, the rest and recreation, the Thai Women, the brothels set up during war times, the changing worlds, the long dress, the mini dress, the newspaper the tabloid, the magazine the picture house, the great artists, the desire for image, the need to fill the conscience, the beauty of a flower, the shake of a bee, the need to recreate, the smells and the expression, the blush on the face, the change of color, the sensations on the skin, so many life giving experiences, as made by a Great God, can you explain a butterfly yet, the lewdness of the roman rulers, the abuse of the believers, the savage nature, the control of others, then the freedom that Jesus prayed.
Deeds are who you are, it never was about the human body, just respect it, and intimacy, it’s great and wonderful when in love. Have we forgot, the making of love, is it the need to fill a vacuum, or a fix, something your addicted to. He heard it explained by a friend of his: she was speaking about her husband, he’s like an addict till he gets it. Solomon sighed, when Spirits melt into one, magic happens, and space for a new spirit is created, from the love created. Many had a weird way in their heads, and how Spirit is created, and how Spirit is passed on. Bees prefer the wild flowers, organic, so does mother nature, the minder of our Environment. And Religions and some preachers got too excited when they saw their own followers reacting with intense interest to their church’s teachings on intimacy, the sexual conversations the followers heard, possibly the only ones of that sort they ever heard. Well, having children between couples was considered normal once and an activity you engaged in, and one you are supposed to enjoy, your fitted out for it. isn’t the butterfly, and every species supposed to dance and thrill the other half of the species. There was a lot that needed to be simplified. The amount of mental sickness and harm passed on by some religious teachings, needed to be monitored quickly, and revised, amen.
Not so dumb anymore, the children are saying what the adults are up to, the trees are talking to each other, the oak says to the birch, there is help out there, here that young girl, from Sweden, I thought they sing over there says the birch, the oak shakes his ears, you been listening to too much AbbA, aren’t we supposed to listen says the small birch, the oak nods, there is a breeze. His home is a home for many friends, problem is someone wants a new set of furniture. every time he hears a chainsaw, it’s the same fear a human fears, when they hear the door open in the middle of the night, when you are expecting no one, you shrivel with fear. The oak has had a few close calls, he remembers the tree hugers, the good humans who formed a ring of safety around him the day the chainsaw men arrived. Not all humans are bent on destruction. They have an addiction for money, and are willing to do anything to get it, the worst addiction in the world, dumb, they can print that stuff they call money.
Oak smiles, birch leans over, what are you smiling at, oak looks down on birch, have you not been listening, birch is too immersed in himself to notice, he is as fearful as a cow on the way to the killing shed, it’s going to happen soon, one way or the other, death, oak is just trying to cheer him up. Help is on the way, I can hear voices says Oak, birch stiffens his leaves, you are hallucinating again. Damn says Oak, did you not read the news, the children of the world are getting real upset, they won’t let their parents get away with it no more, inaction. Remember the name, Greta Thunberg, she will encourage thousands, millions even, and when the children scream, the Heavenly Father listens, they haven’t let him down, the message will get heard, it’s how you get a reputation where it matters, you get trusted. Sure says Birch, his tension beginning to ease.
Solomon sighed, the wisdom of God will be shown through children, and they will make fools of the so called wise. Its’ an important issue, in a world that sells cynicism and hate, the death of the Child within, as if the demons thought they could get away with it, not in a thousand years, amen. He thinks of his sisters and brothers, he tried to show them, that asking the father for help had a very large meaning, but growing up, they forgot the lessons of old. Maybe now, they will get to understand, thanks to Greta Thunberg, and many like her.