Don’t Fool Me!

Sean, that green water is safe to drink, it’s only sludge, they are even making it into health drinks. He looks into the murky green water ,well, if they say it’s safe to drink, I’m sure I can trust them. The stuff you used to question, now you don’t even ask!

 

Righteous indignation, we can’t allow that on TV, the committee meets, they are censoring content, they have to appear to act correctly, appearance matters, a few words the wrong way and your dust in the eyes of the public, unless you are the president of course, and you don’t give a damn, you just want to do the job, move it. The age group this is aimed at, it should be water shed, after nine, well, if they want to see that stuff they can surf it night and day, appearances matter as they say. We must be seen to be correct, can you pass me some of your valium dear, mine are at home.

 The executives are worried, the public are on the prowl, if the wrong hands get their teeth into this, we could all be dust, worse cry’s the crisis management expert, they will be outside your homes, screaming for you, just as they did at the time of Jesus, and you know how that ended.

 

If you want to order an affair, there are a hundred different web sites you can visit any after noon leaf through the brochures, choose the one you want, and cause it’s mutual, it costs nothing, cause they are so addicted to the lower regions, well, if money gives them the buzz, the crotch is the natural celebration area, it goes hand in hand. What ever happened to the smile, the flowers and good company, she answers, you mean during grand dads time!

We are not going to tolerate it, simply not, the men look at each other, another one of her rants, why doesn’t she get herself a girlfriend, at least she won’t have to worry about pregnancy. The female executive chief is serious, the recent news is worrisome, it goes against her religious beliefs, how was it allowed happen. Meanwhile in Jerusalem, they are at it again, banning the others, creating the caste, casting out the gentiles, as if this is something positive, well, to the politically correct it is great news, manna almost. Across the so called border, the real Light is gathering, the Heavenly Father has had enough, this use of anger to raise the hopes of demons is a step too far, he is contemplating actions, where do you start, whatever, those who divide people and create borders based on military strength and fear, need to be reminded, who is in charge, Love is, and love is neighbourly, according to the words of Jesus.

Don’t be fooled, don’t let others push your buttons, think first! Solomon imagined the anger growing in many hearts, the hopes dashed as the so called net tightened. It was all drama, nothing more, upsetting the flow of Love, were the actions of hate filled men and women, nothing more.

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I had a Dream…

Actually, I have had lots of dreams, Great Spirit was talking to me, I saw the pictures, first came the fears, He said okay I understand, got it off my chest, I sighed, and slept on, the visions came to me, the contradictions, the armies that unite in the way of Love, and it was simply this, I saw impoverished countries, third world, the poor were drinking out of tin cans, while the army rolled around in glossy tanks, and I said to myself, or Great Spirit said, why is there a need for all these countries to arm themselves, and the answer came immediately, cause there are others who will use arms against them, and those willing to finance them, in particular if there is any wealth involved.

The pictures in the glossy brochure, with it’s assortment of products, all designed to Kill, the various sales people, reporting from all the trouble zones, giving their opinions on the value of the market, and the PR king asking if there is anything to help the decision along. In the waiting room, the next tyrant waits, he sad story of evictions on his lips, telling them how good it will be for all, once we get rid of the sitting one. The glee of the President, even the white house approves, and the circle goes on.

Meanwhile, women walk miles just to get a bucket of water, roads cracked, hospitals that survive on first world hand outs, while the soldiers on the street, parade the latest technology there is, while great wealth lies underneath the soil.

It was a vision that was the opposite to what Love demands, it was a reminder of the demons that exist, when Money is all there is. So I asked for an answer and got some good arguments, without the ability to defend ourselves, we would not last a week, we have to have the arms, who will defend us. In the off shore haven they pile the cash, the demons among them, cause cash is the new King, so the dream went on.

Solomon sighed, the signs from the Heavens, were more powerful than all the arms in the world, and no amount of argument could alter that simple truth, and with the signs from above, it was only wisdom, that those on the earth, sat down, and finally realized, they were no longer in control, even if they thought they were, they are just custodians, nothing more. In the past, they silenced so many voices, but those days were done, and dusted, amen.

Oh What a Dream…

Thank You

Two words, that don’t add up to much, but when said or spoken mean so much, in the heart of the receiver. Solomon was reflecting on life, all the things that happened, the uphill struggles, and then the arrival of the helpers, so many of them, it was hard to believe.  If there was ever a doubt about the existence of that Other World, Smile,

Solomon had no doubts. Throughout the world, there are helpers, who do it every day, just being themselves, going about doing good deeds, dishing out advice, leaving hints, the proverbial army of God. As leonard said, Cohen that is, we often forget to pray for the angels, well, Solomon sighed, thanks. That will put a smile on a few faces, amen.

Bullying

Spying behavior, the seeds of discontent, the worry at the changes, was it ever that different, Solomon was recalling the times of old, the mind set hadn’t changed, many were still addicted to control, some call it freedom, some call

it destiny, some called the tactics clever, Solomon called them cheap.

Down through the ages, it hadn’t changed at all, the innuendo, the threat to the followers, the anxiety and the hold. In the Networks there was anxiety, in the investors world, paranoia, things weren’t reacting as they used to, as if that was good for you. Picture it, the folksy chat, the painted gardens, the smiles and the comrades, the sense of getting close to the goal, soon we will have absolute control, then Imagine, the arrival of Great Spirit, Jesus, the movie when the outsider arrives, and how plans are thrown into the dust heap, while all the time the bullying continues.

Move to the modern times, the headlines, the over reaction of TV pundits, willing their supporters on.

It was one of those days, the sensibilities are interfered with, as if you are supposed to get used to it. Solomon sighed, the words of old on his lips,

“like children you must be when you approach the Father”

Those who covet control, want you beaten, tired, worn Spiritless, unless it’s them you support. He saw the spirit rise, he saw the strut constrict, Spirit means God, amen, and there was nothing anyone could do about that. You just know, it’s inside you, changes the thinking, and that’s for sure.

Power of the Imagination

Words, she reads the page, feels her skin at the back of her neck curl, scary, she can imagine it, the atmosphere and the experience, it feels so real. The Power of Miracles, they came, they heard, they saw it themselves, from God he said, The Great One. It must be demons, their first reaction, as if they were afraid of them, they were afraid of him, he could read their thoughts, why the surprise he said, can’t a bird just lift up and fly, see how a butterfly transforms itself, you don’t assume it was an accident, do you?

Their first thoughts; the demon had caused the miraculous, who else had the power. Their own words, pointed to a conflicting force, he was of the light. Imagine it, the dulling of belief, then the resurrection of the Spirit, when they saw it for themselves, food for thought. Imagine, their consciences, their sleepless nights, as they straddled over all the harm they caused, enlightening.

Solomon, was recalling, the episode, when the Pharisee’s challenged Jesus, as to where he got the power to do what he did; It’s simple, when God resides in you, amen.

An Opportunity to Show Compassion — Jesus is the answer!…. Going the extra mile, in a time of Great Change, thinking of others is not a bad thing…a re blog of course, we are all learners!

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Luke 10:25-37 Today’s passage records one of Jesus’ best-known parables. It’s an illustration of how to display love for God and others, and though the context is ancient Jewish culture, its lessons reach into the 21st century. The story strips away our rationalizations and excuses until we come face-to-face with our need to show compassion. […]

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20 Million followers

Seems quite a bunch, she is telling her friend, doing the stats, the marketing department are impressed, they will use the numbers to serve up the delights, sell whatever it is they want, to the twenty million followers. The marketing chief will approve of the budget, the figures pass the test, the accountant will sign it off, the board will give their approval, to the twenty million followers they have caught; she has a sassy brand they say. They all want to appear cool, with it, hip hop diddly doo dah, everyone wins, it’s the mantra.

Queen of cool sits on her bed, the mobile just pings and pings, her followers, she wants to send them a message, what will I compose this time, a cutie in the bedroom or a lingerie shot in the tub, whatever gets exposure, she smiles, she reaches across the bed, takes the mirror in hand, its covered in white crystals, her gold straw is custom made, she snorts, then shorts again, what will I give the followers, as her ego begins to swell.

Twenty million is a lot of juice, well it wouldn’t pay the interest for five seconds of the national debt, seriously says chuck, he is at the printing desk, the money machine they will use to pay for all that excess. Why don’t they print it he smiles, as he loads more of the special ink into the jets, green of course.

One billion followers, well the number was probably greater, Solomon was doing the sums, adding up the various groups, all claiming to be of Love, well, love in the sense of the divine, more to do with others and not your own relations dear. He is a fish in the ocean, a bee flying cross country, a butterfly with delicate wings, a bird hovering over the lake, a fish, what has happened they all say, it gets harder to find one in clear water by the day, what happened to all the followers.

She is in the bathroom, she drops her top, off shoulder, a pose, that will fill them for the day, she goes back to the bed, another crystal is on the way.

The board gives their approval, they are purchasing the twenty million followers. Solomon sighed, it’s all so transparent, like all those fish in the sea. There was nothing his father in Heaven didn’t know, no matter where you hid them

, amen.