The Great Escape

Awake in a dream, Solomon listened, what sort of party was this. A young girl and boy were calling for help. This is my life, this is what I have to go through, is there any way you can help. The Father is a tyrant, screaming, roaring, the windows are broken, the authorities are afraid, they do nothing, the children listen to this regularly, God they say, why don’t you help us. Solomon is led through the maze, a rambling house, the only comfort, their bedroom, where they have a little set up, the usual game boy, nothing else, the screens, 20 inch,

not the big screens we are all used to. Can you help us Lord. Nooks and crannies, isolation, can you Help.

Solomon sighed, the issues that lead to mental health breakdown, and those who stay behind to assist their young siblings, while corrupt men Boast in far off places, their private planes, their private yachts, their network of corrupt friends, the smug voices, and the fake charities they set up, to enhance the reputation.

God knows everything, and as Ezra wrote all those years ago, there was an abundance of Wisdom sent into the world and plenty extra, to solve all problems, it was just misused. As Jesus said then and as Jesus would say now, his words being eternal life, there is no hiding place from God the Father, there is patience though. May we all inspire patience from God almighty, by amending for our errors, and quickly, amen.

King Solomon encountered the Great Spirit, his words were heard. Other Hearts lived through him, many petitions were heard. Don’t give up he sighed, the Kingdom of God is coming, it’s here, see the signs. Amen

Jesus and Our Times

What are the implications?

Words of Jesus

And

Our times today!

Cough, the Power of God is inside us, what are the consequences of this revelation of Jesus, 2,000 odd years ago, and more importantly, what does it mean for today, amen. What preparation is required, for the individual, the cleansing of the space inside, the rubbish acquired, our capacity, how our thoughts form the world around us, more importantly, the reality of a Real Living God, can human type fully correspond, the different flocks, what it means for all world religions, all of them, how they compare with others as they do, the steps being taken to unite the followers, or the creation of certain standards, this is heady stuff, but it also gives you a pointer, to the patience of God, who never has to wait, but is Father, and will do. but the second coming is not a repeat of the first, it’s quite the opposite, The Son is not going to suffer and the Father won’t tolerate it for long, those days are done….there are words of old…

So can we really understand the efforts to drown Spirit for so long?

The recovery begins, the Heavens sigh, Islam is in the box seat, the Pope is a player, and all others have to wonder, what is the future they actually want, the meaning of change. Who are the people of the book, who are believers according to the parables of Jesus more importantly, who ties them all together. How will the great deceivers behave, what will your conscience do for you, will the noise creators, the loud voices shut up for awhile, are their own words going to choke them. since we all are children of the Father, Abraham, who won God’s favour, Hebrew, Christian, Islam, and those who apply compassion, it’s a mixed bag, but will it be easy to assimilate this wonderful reality into practical actions, can the three major religions of contention agree, or will they get the choice, will the past inability to accept Jesus, a man filled with the Spirit of God, as being the beginning and the end of journey, the 400 years of great times to come, albeit with a warning, there are a lot of issues, and would you really want to stress Mother Nature too, how long can that be considered fair play, apart from the obvious stress in trying to dislodge Spirit, a red card on any ordinary day, perhaps yellow, it’s interesting times, and since the Spirit has been wakened and old truths made real, yes, there is a God and there are angels, and demons, and we give them space, do we fully understand!

All things pass as George says, but the words of Jesus, are Eternal, so what does it mean, have you ever wondered about it, do you understand who the good Samaritan was, those who passed, those who chose to help, those who gladly exploit………….now that the words of the prophets are being made very obvious and in persona, etc, what does it mean now?.

2019

A hundred years of a plague, an unstoppable flu, it happened, not your imagination, the history of the dark ages, Popes far from holy, removed from the teaching of Christ Jesus, dearth of loving Spirit, demons, and then the recovery, the reformation, the renaissance, Leonardo Da Vincii

, others, don’t be alarmed, it’s true, Michelangelo, and a host of great artists, commissioned, to resurrect the reputation of The Holy Roman Church, and to inspire faith in God Most High.

Do we raise the Spirit today, when we ask, have we done what we said we would, or is it wishful thinking? Is it the old thinking, we will get away with it, is that the message we send out, are we chancers, great pretend artists, hoping to get away with it, hiding our own stuff, then pointing elsewhere, do you assume you can fool God, because you got away with it for so long, are you impressed when someone with clerical power tells you your fine, as if it’s an absolution, didn’t they say the same all those years ago.

Why is God called merciful, Patient and enduring, do some assume more of the old will suffice, do they assume God is silly, history tells us otherwise, don’t be alarmed, but it’s better to play cards with all the deck in play, at least you have a decent chance, how many lives have been stolen by under the table ways, do you assume it’s wise to undermine Spirit, you can’t possibly assume it will be allowed to go on, and as the Spirit strengthens, the words of the prophets  sharpen and seriously accurate, it’s not written to fool anyone, it’s written to enlighten, the numbers, Moses and the desert, Ezra and the trumpet, Noah and the boat, the warnings of Jesus, do you all assume it’s wild talk.

Do church people assume a safety net, it’s deeds it’s actions that denote you, cover ups fine, will admiring the objects on the mantel piece give you any comfort when you face your last days, will you admire them and smile, and say, they are mine, what good is it, they will be someone else’s as soon as your gone, like a door that closes, gone, and when you realize it, will all those great ideas mean anything if all they did, was stay in your head, every race has a conclusion, and it’s 2,120 years since the time of Jesus, Spirit in the form of a man, 2,800 years since Ezra.

The Big Match… Music by dire straits, read all about it, the sultans swing…

 

Everyone is up for the game, it is all over the papers, in the heads of everyone, there is a bounce in the step, it is on the edge of domination, the thoughts in many heads, all about the big match. It will last eighty minutes, and there will be rejoicing for some, misery for others, and by the evening time, the big game will be forgotten, replaced with another Big Match, talked up, when the frenzy will repeat itself, the addicts dream.

In the middle of the joy to come, you can let the hair down, your excess’s won’t be noticed, same as your lust in those poor parts, where women are cheap, but as you open your eyes, its’ on everyone’s mind. Why are they not at the beach like the rest of us, then you remember, the big game.

Twenty per cent, probably an awful lot more, with deep seated addictive minds, and no shortage of replacements; the children can’t do without the gadgets, the parents don’t have the patience. The urge for the next hit, once you have that feeling, the big match is the cover, well, we all want to get out of our lives, when it becomes a drug, well, you are in lots of company.

Solomon sighed, how the mood is so easily changed, could be a name dropped at an inappropriate time. As for the big match, can you put yourself back to the times of the early preachers; no doctors, no hospitals, but faith in many hearts, they are all believers in the Heavenly God, problem is, it has never been fully explained, it’s inside you. Then they hear about the Healer, the testimonies, he has the power of God in him, now, that is what you call, a big match, and it lasts for ever.

Solomon, is in bed, he is contemplating, asking for help, always. There is no reason to feel proud, no one makes it alone. The air whirls, the Spirit appears, darn, this is help from the Heavens, and it’s been happening ever since.

Ignore the news….

it’s so full of drama, confusion in many places, millions running to escape, others travelling thousands of miles to find a home, meanwhile, a young girl is telling all what to do, see how they threaten that young opinion, were our leaders not supposed to encourage questions, no more agree with it, your job is too precious to risk, does it not remind you of the time of Jesus, the similarities and the threats, the effort to rubbish the simple logic of a young girl, we heard it all before, and the best the commentators can do, is try to drown the message, cause it shows up their incompetence these last twenty years.

Solomon was reading some of the choice comments from supposedly clever people, who made less than flattering comments about the young Swedish girl Greta, was it not very hypocritical, the very things she was stating, was on the minds of millions, makes you think what the many millions thought, stand up, create space for loving Spirit to dwell in you, you will be delighted when you do, and more importantly, you are never alone.

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.

The Great Affair

What do you mean, he is having an affair, they look at each other, then they look at her, their stare is accusing, you mean you could not hold him, as if it’s her fault he is off with another. She feels their accusing stares, they are supposed to be supporting me, their her original family after all. She raises her eyes, he was so charming, and didn’t he help them all financially, bought their loyalty, what had he said to them behind her back. Who can resist him, his reputation is so high, even the Pope likes him, and did he know how to use it, reputation.

She has mixed feelings, families are supposed to support each other, why are they supporting him, has he poisoned them too, why me. She gave him children, set aside her ambitions, she thought it was a life long commitment, then she sighs, she was attracted to his sneaky ways, how clever she thought as he regaled her with the office politics, she thought he was sharing with her, no secrets she thought, what a blessing to have.

He leaves her, not that he tells her, emotionally he is gone, has a long term plan, had all along, the children would get older, he’d become more interesting, other friends, well, we all have to grow up, snide remarks, getting fat, she thought he wanted her to loose weight, well, try having children and remaining in the same figure, better chance asking Houdini how he did it. In despair she leaves the meeting, is alone in her car, her thoughts are all messed, she is even thinking the inevitable, maybe that was his plan all along.

He will sympathize with her family, they will all say a few words, and will make up, grief does that, unites, ask any terrorist or extremist group, they all use the emotions. A car passes her by, driving too fast she says, she slows, gathers her thoughts. You’ll get yourself killed she says to herself. Back in her self, she notices the signs, there are bill boards, insurance, money advice, then in big bold letters, Need Help, she see’s a smiling Jesus, eyes wide open, inviting her, she recalls when she was a child, how the family got together and prayed, happier times, her father being a man of Great Spirit. He will never let you down he used to say, her father that is.

The meeting is an invitation, she decides to attend, and in that moment, her heart begins to change, she regains control of her senses, a voice tells her, it’s going to be okay. The Greatest affair in her begins, and the choice is one she can never regret, old friends are best, amen.

Solomon sighed, pity those who use the reputation of God to get ahead and don’t live up to it. The world was changing fast, and the signs were on bill boards all across the sky, an addict could not ignore them, amen.

A Strand of Hair

It’s odd, on their own, a strand is easily broken, together they are strong, a good example a rope, friends are strands, in some ways, if you understand. She was talking to her aunt, they were having the face to face, it’s easier take advice from those outside the inner ring of family, they don’t know all your faults and practices, less biased. Maybe it’s why it’s easy to unload on strangers what you won’t reveal to friends, it won’t be a barricade afterwards.

Solomon imagined every prayer, a strand of hair, tie them together, you have a strong voice, something you can hang onto, even if the world sounds crazy. In this world, there was so much going on, not according to the thinking of some, sudden changes, unstable leaders, stupid decisions, babbling leaders, so much that has been hidden, is made visible again, in such times, many reach for ropes, help lines, attach themselves to cults, same way they rush to the supermarket when a storm is forecast. And even if the storm is meant to last a day maybe two, they get in enough stuff as if it’s Christmas, then the storm ends, the stuff is there, and they say to themselves, what were we doing.

Solomon listened to the words of old, a prophet wrote, the angel answered, don’t panic, you are not alone, endure and you will be all right. Imagine all those hearts, strands in that rope that never fails. On account of encountering the Divine Spirit, Solomon was obliged to pass the news on, you are never alone, and it’s only when you fear, when you are alone, amen.

The Queen Bee

Jimmy Bee is on the trial, buzzing from flower to flower, shaking his rear, grabbing the pollen, filling up with Nectar, in order to provide sustenance for the Hive and all his colleagues, all their efforts aimed at keeping the Queen. Is there a human equivalent, are we too focused, do we all want to be self made, does our communities matter, are we too localized, do we need to expand our area of operations, imagine Jimmy Bee, flowers not so plentiful, has to extend the range of his travels, has less to bring home, and is slowly getting worn out, what are the prospects for the Hive and all who depend on it.

Spirit is like that sack Jimmy brings home to the Hive, the flowers are less plentiful, the air quality weakening, stress on all systems. The pollinator in trouble spells trouble for all, same with Spirit. The spin of the big voices are great, but as Jesus says, the follow up is not as clear cut. Are we going to pretend times are good when they need to change, just saying. In real time Solomon encountered the Spirit, it is something worth remembering, as the inner Spirit is renewed, interventions occur from the world divine. Imagine, how easy it is, to increase the Spirit, and how well you feel afterwards.

Can we make money out of this, the financial guru is shouting at the young broker, you have the scene and the movie. The broker turns rogue and sells out his friends. When we don’t put effort into Spiritual loving

growth, how can we pray with a full heart to a God that knows everything. If we don’t mind the bees, how can we expect to survive, another off the cuff remark, Einstein was good at that, mind the bees, amen.

Young Woman

Young woman smile, authority in her eyes, head turned slightly, she means business, well, to be precise, she is there for good reason, she expects to meet the Spirit, and when she does, her healing will begin, she is excited. Her Mother assists her, a little cautious herself, she has been to many healers, and has seen the disappointment in her daughters eyes, how could she not have doubts.

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Did Jesus say, get up, and they simply got up, it wasn’t too difficult, once you have faith. Is my hair all right, it’s the first thing they notice, it’s always a man, the hair, to the side or long fringe, ma, does it look all right. The car is loaded, she moves with assistance, they reach the destination. Sure enough, they meet the Spirit, there is an exchange of feelings, well being, inside she begins to feel warm, something inside her has woken up.

Your man won’t last, you better get there soon, he listens to the recommendation, the old man is moving on, so they say. Solomon sighed, the candle and the oil brigade, it helps. Every time there is doubt, remember he says, the Spirit, flying about, the great events thereafter, have no doubts. Solomon read the old stories; where faith was strong, The Spirit worked easy, in a modern world, where the material was king in so many lives, he wondered, if they could put aside their preferences for awhile, and have a bit of faith.

Her eyes widen, he nods, he asks for help, the sun appears, and healing begins.