Luciani The Great

Not that lucky luciano, the other, not that unconnected either, considering that the luciani without the “O” was bumped off during the night, 33 odd years ago, but timely is the matter, the lessons he left behind, this chosen servant of the Almighty, and how his reforms back then, would have had such an affect one would think, if they had then been implemented, that’s the news, amen. Reformers, zealots, thieves, dissenters, cheats, the usurped, the list is long, and the progress that we call progress, has brought us to the tip of the iceberg, the ease of use of drugs, the break-up of family life, the community that has broken down, the irreverence for the Almighty, and the stress mother nature has had to endure, this is just a cheap account of the current situation, even though, there are green stems of hope sown in places, still the question is what if?

Who sold out the Pope, who sold out, who was bribed, why were they bribed, why was Latin america so dominated by an extreme right wing think tank, why the slurs against certain countries, why have women had to stress that much, and why do men complain when women toughen up, and say they have had enough, even if it costs them their core nature of nurture at times, the quest for survival, amen, how in these times, the Gospel of Jesus has been shown to be 100% true, what is the fate of those who stand against G-D’s Holy People, do they think they can succeed, or did they think they could succeed, amen.

The original kindness that was an every day affair, the common greeting, the welcome that was a given, the community issues dealt with, without the usual angst, now it’s a crime to complain, there are those on the other side who go for the jugular at the first chance, as if to say, how dare you for an opinion, and the others, the by standers who watch, wondering which horse to back once the race commences, what sort of world do you want?

Eight Billion Reasons, what was the population in the early seventies, can the world live like it did in the past, given the pressure on resources, the need to slow greater now, while more children scream to be fed, well, the economist in his cosy office, or the intellectual in hiding, might cling to issuing great advice, but the advice that has lead us to this great conundrum, well, it’s the emperor’s clothes syndrome, they are naked for ideas when it comes to recovery, amen, allow the new ideas in, amen.

Treasure Box

The word is the power, according to the Gospel of John, and the flow is vital, and since there are those, who interfere in the normal thinking and the use of wisdom that flows from it, as Luciani would say, if at the keyboards, change is not just the weather forecast, it’s the future, amen.

Solomon wrote, the rescue was written a long while back, the issues identified, the runway identified, the troubles identified, another luciani, had the second effort to avert the rescue, not been a second attempt to thwart the will of the Almighty, amen, when the issues going forward were clear to the prophets, amen. Or worse, men trying to act like as if they were of G-D, the truth probably, let them continue with the clean up, amen, while the people of the Almighty enjoy their time, amen.


Human Rights and the Alternatives

Great name for a band, the rites and the alternatives, is that copyright she asks looking over her shoulder, her friend at the blog machine, sounds groovy, who could forget a name like that, so popular. Young, enthused, hormonal, going natures way, thinking the way the female bird thinks when trying to select a mate, the dance he has to put on, the number of changes, those colors, that feathery dance, while she swoons at all the attention, not even having to put on a new dress, she the prize, in the children, the new life she will carry, amen.

Now, the proof of Jesus and the Gospels is beyond all doubts, there are none. This is not a question, it’s the reality, and those beautiful flowers, those clean fresh waters, that healthy air, those clean fields, the condition of the car before it came out of the showroom is on, you thought you owned it, but it’s only on lease,, so you have to return it, and you are worried about the excess charges, you even take a picture of the car when you get a foreign rental for fear of being charged a few extra in cash, in order not to be ripped off, imagine, then response, when you try to bluff your way past security at the gate, think about it, so human rights and the alternatives, is it all about your personal freedom, as the song book screams, so sexy too, lets join in, they will share with you, but the yacht is off limits except for, well, the guff and the gaff is fine, but the personal is fine too, but you live in a community of others, and at no time in history has it been made so clear, amen.

Who would plot against the Holy reality, amen? Luciani smiles, someone is thinking of me.

So human rights, and the alternatives, can you ignore the One who made the entire possible?


The head has no space, the crown explodes, the depths of despair, is there a cure. That feeling, no space in the head, how it deforms our thinking, leaving us rudderless, at the mercy of those around us. She thinks, where do you find space. Her illness is getting worse, space, to heal, just have the mind, to trust in the Almighty and the tools you are given. The more you think good of others, is a great first step. Migraine, when the head does not have worry, the pain eases. She needs love, not pity.

Solomon was laughing loud. The butterfly came back to life, who, what when. Then he recalls the story of Jesus. They only wanted to touch his cloak, to feel that loving energy. What’s the issue some ask. In olden times, sexual activity was the by product of love, it was not the love. In the modern world, the love that many seek, is based on the self, not in the giving. Great examples in time, he watches the world famous leader, push his wife in her chair, their tenderness on view. It wasn’t the case of what you can do for me, it’s why do you love me, amen.

In short, you can’t love God unless you love what the Almighty created, amen.

It’s getting late, the time to go home. She is in the company of a friend. There is nothing to be concerned about, when with a real friend, amen.

Where is Barney Gone?

The three legged version of Garfield, the wonder cat, the wild kitten who put the life into another friend, Solomon often asked, where did Barney Go!, well, you don’t often see a three legged cat, he can’t have gone too far.

The Boy acquires a rescue dog, his personality comes out, they become great friends, they mingle, they go everywhere together, that dog knows what to do, and does not have trouble identifying trouble.

The need to mind your pets. Life is a journey, and the friends you acquire, they need to be maintained, looked after, this is too simple, but where does nurture come from, practice says the teacher. In the home, the boy comes in the door, Mother listens, there is news, they chat and explain to each other, their day, and each day the confidence grows.

But back to Barney The Cat, is ever there is a story of bravery, Barney is the cat. As a kitten, he was looking out for his little sister, and mother, the example that cat gave, is still alive today.

In doubts about Heaven, have none. In these times, the truth of the Gospels have been shown to be true, where is barney, the sage answers, In heaven obviously, amen.

November Memories

The recall, the story, the lesson, thinking of those that lay the path, memories. The laughing stock, no, it’s humor, fun, just a day, the writer recalls, those days, the car that broke down, those that sabotaged the jalopy, the meetings missed, the near misses, the strange events, we all love a good laugh, these wintry nights, the spring is not far off, the growth offensive, when Mother Nature comes to life, in the meantime, a chance to reflect, put down strategies for the coming season.

Solomon sighed, a close memory, the story of despair that was not despairing, the tenacity of the souls, how they are remembered, as are those other souls, many feeling lost, thinking of them, it’s easy to forget, but then again, maybe, just maybe, that’s why we need the dark so as to recognize the real light.

A parable of sorts, imagine the Eternal Fisherman, out on the seas, he comes home, the catch is fine, leaves the fishing to others, and after awhile he returns to the seas, not as it is supposed to be, so he sets them top work, those that interrupted the Spirit, or to put it mildly, those that put their talents into the material only and forgot about the talent giver. Solomon asks, how would you deal with the situation. How many have used the divine connection to overcome the minds of others, a typical case, a politician who gains the trust of the masses, and then when power gets to the core, deserts them for the material gain he frowned upon, a common ailment, ailment meaning, there is always a cure.

To this issue, the writer puts down the idea, of the lake of despair, not that it’s a lake of despair, it’s only a despair when it comes to cleaning up the mess, so how do you put words on it. There is talk of the prophets on the news, a strange affair, almost comedy, a wolf dressed as a lamb, the barrier is waiting, it’s a common theme. But the Great One in the story, hands a fishing rod to those who abused their talents, and points them to the pit of despair, their ambiguity caused, asks them to fish out the harm.

Everyone knows of such occasions, no one is ignorant of betrayals, and while their causes are masked in many different ways, the threads are there, there is the power of God that is permanent, not that we ignore the other reality, while at the same time, the gospel truth is played out. So as the great teacher says, get to your roots. Where do you come from,. recall what the old prophets say, whatever about the teachers of those laws, don’t worry if they don’t follow them, accidents happen all the time, just don’t get there too fast, limit the harm, learn what happened to others. In short, think of Abraham.

Years have passed, but the memory remains, that life helping events, and the choices that changed the world, the weather report on the day it mattered, there are many such events. The bag was stashed under the stairs, the clothes were added with time, the help was there when needed, it was her way of life, some great memories, amen. Did they really put all those people in there and torch the place, it happened, in places, let the call of the heart, be one you can dream sweetly with, amen.

What a Waste?

The habits of the man, drinks with all sorts, doesn’t do all the rituals, eats strange foods, sits down with those unlike him, has no time for titles, and tries to give us advice, as for the women in his life, he treats them like equals, what’s going on they ask. The painter at the side of the curb, his talent, well, look what he did with it, he stumbles across the street, while many say, if only I could paint like him, so the comments go, what a waste.

Jesus is reading Isaiah, the story of the great turn around, how the most silliest day in the life of the Almighty is greater than the wisdom of all the sages put together, what you ask. Solomon sighs, the wonder of creation, and while we are looking, what do we do with the waste?

The mother struggles in the heat, the bags are full, sweat runs down her face, she is nearly home, once in the door, it’s all work, not before she has a comforting cup of tea. The preparation is continuous, her job is never fulfilled, she works all her life, had the looks to chose, she chose family instead, was it such a waste?.

I can send a rocket to the moon, i can do mars says another, the boy beside them looks out at the sea, can anyone of you clean that up, they shrug their shoulders, the boy thinks, they look up but never see what is around them, what a waste he thinks!.

Following Jesus

The steps, what do we do, how do we follow Jesus. The bus stops, the man gets on board, the trip, he is going to follow Jesus. The tour begins, how is the state of your heart, the voice over the P.A. announces, the man looks around, notices, he is the only one on the bus, so it’s me your talking to. The heart, he thinks of his heart felt deeds, how he thinks of his neighbors, his judging of others, does he, then the ache, do others judge him similarly. The heart passes the test, anxiety eases as he continues on the trip. Following Jesus, how do we get it, do we set up a score card and count our shots, is it that simple, are we too late. The voice over again, do you let scorn and anxiety take you over, does it consume you, the thoughts you have of others, is this your focus point. The man on the bus shakes his head, what’s the meaning of this, I just want to follow Jesus.

No thoughts, the man is speechless, he thinks while the fields pass by, waves to the occasional cow, he is thinking, reflecting, wondering, self examining, the bus driver smiles, at least he is listening. The man can’t think, it’s as if an alien entity has taken over his mind, well, that is the feeling, your life invaded, those thoughts, all self needs, all self desire, all self will, all consuming, it is hard to think of anything else. The bigger this the better that, wish i had this, that too, more, prefer that, looks great, what, the drift from the thoughts of Jesus, how self absorbed we become, sometimes a need but not a way to live a life, unless, well, there are exceptions.

The bus driver getting no response to the prompts, stops the bus at a shop. The man decides to leave the bus, and go on foot, in his dream to follow Jesus. The lesson, a simple one, the seeds and what we water them with, what is it that we want to follow, the image of the man, or the meaning of the teaching, in short, you follow Jesus in your deeds, it’s the action, amen.

Solomon smiled; the gospel of Jesus Christ shown to be true, what does that mean for mankind?

Collection of words

Inside, good feeling, words, they send you somewhere, bill, who do i owe this time, the bell, what time is it, the words, great to the mood, poison to another, mood, words, the birthday, presents, well being, me, words,all about myself, words, the feeling, putting words on it, words, did i arrange them, words, do i really feel them, the meaning, the luster, deep seated, so deep, the words, words, the power of them.

Treasure Box

Solomon sighed, the Gospel of John, and the living words of Jesus, amen