Unsure of Yourself

Jeans are high, the T shirt, she glimpses in the mirror, okay, need to do the

high lights again, she in on her way to meet her friends, they are always comparing, then again, when were we any different. Solomon sighed, the three flowers walked ahead of him, three flowers form the garden, a tulip a rose and and a daffodil, each different from the other. What was wrong with being different; If the Garden needed an awareness of color, there was no way they could all look the same.

The day reminded him, Jesus and the old controllers, the rules they passed on, the rituals they encouraged and spread, habits of the religion, not the habits of God. he wasn’t complaining, just reminding himself, what was inside you was what counted in the end. So if unsure of yourself, just ask youself this, What would Jesus say; Solomon smiled, it is going to be okay.

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The Escape Route

She reached for the bourbon, drops two clicks into the glass, a few pills in her palm, she is used to them, taking them a long time, her head goes back, the tablets then the jack, she swallows hard, a good night sleep, she hasn’t had one of those in years. The TV is playing, the current offering does not suffice, she plays with the buttons like she was throwing dice. An old movie, she was young when they first saw it together, her eyes well up, the tears will flow, a combination of self pity, and love long lost. Years ago she had the chance, she chose the career over the chance, that love finally found her. Successful in all respects, the trappings are not a problem, the garden is perfect, does she give out about it, usually after a late night of booze, otherwise she is quite calm, till the night comes. She can build, she can encourage, she can motivate, but there is no escaping the hole in her heart.

Solomon sighed, Love has to be a flow, same way a plant can’t live in damp marshy soils, apart from a very few. In the world that attempted to own everything, including our genes, there was no ownership for love, only a responsibility for it’s safe delivery to the next. Many folks had troubles, everyone, some went deep, some went into despair, it was how you dealt with it, decided it all, the escape route. Building walls around your troubles, was only a delay.

 

My Interest

My interests he asked, it wasn’t the question she was prepared for, my interests, she didn’t want to be evasive, it was not the question you hear on a first date. Why is he asking me, she makes for the bathroom, her I –

phone is with her. She texts a girlfriend while sitting on the loo, he asked me this what am i supposed to say to him, he’s cute. Between the piddle and the text she gets a few suggestions back. Being honest she didn’t know her own interests, tended to follow the herd, what most did in fact, the road of least resistance. It was now answer time, she comes back smiling, her lipstick is done up, she pouts a fiery smile, hoping it will distract and point him to the late night entertainment, my interests, he sounds as if he wants to get to know me, what was i thinking. She orders them a double sambuca, and another, soon they will stagger from the restaurant, …..but you still haven’t answered my question, what are your interests, he poses the question dressed in her bathrobe, while they discuss the coffee on the table.

Solomon sighed, God knows you from what you practice, amen.

Exposure

The eyes that see, the nurture that’s unhealthy, the stuff your conscious can see but you hide away from, for fear of exposure. Society had a strange way about it, Solomon was questioning his own example, and then questioned the stuff young souls were getting exposed to, radiation of the heart, the habits that children imitate because they want to be like you. Around children, the cigarette is hidden, the heart is mindful, a metanoia happens, an unconscious awareness, perhaps it was why Children are a gift, the chance to renew. Who wanted that renewal to be tainted with bad habits, was it necessary to have every indulgence before them, teasing them on one hand, making them envious, tempting them for the future, exposing them to the radiation of human weakness. Lots of DNA was full of all sorts of experience, what’s in yours, what were you exposed to. If you could bury your bias, imagine it, you wouldn’t pass it on, not directly. On the other hand, if you practiced good habits, isn’t it easy to recognize it. The talk was of a world united in One faith, it was a casual conversation, just follow good example and wisdom, the best form of exposure there was.

He’s not one of our’s!

What, Solomon was reminiscing on the differences between people and religions, and how the mountain was climbed from many different directions. The words of the early apostles came to mind, they complained to Jesus, he does what we do and he is stealing our thunder was the gist of their inquiry, he’s not one of us, Jesus of course sighs, if he’s doing good, he’s a friend of mine.

So much was made of them and us, from the clothes you wore, to the car you drive, to the different versions of success, mostly material, practically, all material, fine. What difference did it make what level of the titanic you sailed on, nothing in the end, amen.

World War two?

transports to the death camps,

far more that death trains,

far bigger than anti-Semitism,

far greater than you could imagine,

the penny dropped for Solomon,

he saw the biblical references,

years before,

the transports represented,

the direction of humanity,

wasn’t a Jewish issue,

though they suffered greatly,

was the ultimate warning,

to a world gone wrong,

amen.

A thousand anti war movies wasn’t the issue, the death of humanity was at the core of it. Solomon had a dream, he was a character in a real love story, and dreamed and slept sweetly, despite the angst his brothers and sisters were feeling, as his mother fought for her life, she wasn’t going out of business, her spirit would never die, like her Father before her. But the wisdom that flowed answered all the issues. The death of humanity was presented to him on a plate. Society treated everyone as simple cargo, were you worth something or not. His eyes were teary he being very human, but the revelation confirmed what he’d always believed, it was all about dehumanizing society. God Most High was rooted in his spirit, the same one that his mother and grandfather filled him with, no one else no other, he was 100% sure and he knew it.  regardless of the depth of his worries, not that he was worried, when his mother passed whenever the day God chose, one of the finest souls of the generation, would pass from the earth, and it wasn’t cargo, it was gilt pure and so very loving, the quality that the world was missing. If …had they any heart, trying to change his Spirit into one like their’s, not in his lifetime he sighed, never, amen.

my mother passed away two hours after I wrote this, after a long well lived love filled experience, and to Heaven she is heading, of that i have absolutelyche2IMG_5757ghandhi no doubt. but when there was need anywhere, like her Father before her, a man of the Spirit, she was first to help, and it was a legacy that has bore fruit everywhere, the real mc coy as they say.

and she approved of marijuana too!

amen

Solomon’s Battle Royale…

Solomon lost many friends, victims, and his heart bore it, rather than retreat and feel sorry, he swore to His God he’d do something about it, How he wasn’t sure. the experience of being pulled alive from a deadly encounter reassured him, his plans were not far fetched as others would have liked to assume. He’d seen how others had been condemned to a life in mental institutions, saw that it too would happen to him, so he had to wait it out.

In preparation, he sought wisdom,  from as many sources, and wrote it down, in case anything could go wrong. The day the light came through, the heavenly intervention, was the signal, the day the cloud arrived, made it certain. All he did was stay grounded, something he’d prepared for. No overnight pilgrim on the road, his family history of old, going back a generation or two, further persuaded him. The night the Holy Spirit came into his life, as described in Old Scriptures, didn’t faze him, frighten. It put him at ease. He’d the divine promise of help, and that power from above, awakened in hearts, would be the answer to every prayer.

He never let on, always assuming that there were those, active in the destruction of any soul with such potential. If they did not get to him, they’d try to get to those close to him. So he remained distant, until the happenings beganIMG_5757 to re occur with some regularity. He’d to leave all his cares to God Most High. A battle royal was about to begin, as he drew up his list. And the precedent of what happened to others, reassured him. he made the world his neighbour, via the new method of communication, the internet, and if precedent was precedent, they could complain all they liked, but in affect do nothing about it, as Love is the divine sword and Solomon was full of it. amen…