Where has Daddy Gone….

I hear that again she says, I hear it everyday, her head is splitting, what can she answer, he has left them, just keep them busy, she does her best, works two jobs to keep it together, their boy, well, her boy, what do you say to the abandoned child. Besides she thinks, so many have to get used to it, a moral crime, but who notices. Halloween is approaching, trick or treating she smiles. He is helping her clean the kitchen, his small hand on the brush, I’ll do this he says. He heard it said in church, do good at home and the Good Lord will help you out, so he tries.

Where is Daddy gone, she hears it in the morning, how can I fix it for him, buy him a new toy, anything to distract him. Seeking the love he has been denied, he will seek till something overtakes his emotions, he’s a pushover for anything that blurs his mind. The years pass, he is in a jail cell, sharing it with another affected child that never grew up.  What did your father do asks his cell mate, how can you answer, he was a deadbeat, left them.

Solomon was listening to a story, it was hard on the heart what he heard, the stuff you have to listen to, but a listener he was. The child is a tool in a warring marriage gone wrong, hurt the father, deny him access, it’s her trump card. all she did was hurt her child. Bargaining with love and turning it into hate instead, was this the fate of the world he wondered. They planned for the worst in government circles, never once thinking there was another way. Solomon sighed, do they want Holy Spirit to succeed, or is it just words.

In a nutshell, the world and it’s survival depended on the love on offer, he hoped it was going to improve, amen. Storms had eased, blessings poured in, it was not imaginary, Solomon was reminding himself, the life on offer had much to offer, if only we put a little more thought into it. His own woes had been increased and he was trying to avoid trouble, was it a test, hardly, just the demon hoping to confuse him. Are you listening Dear Father in Heaven?.

Question: When George Harrison was singing, “My Sweet Lord,” who was he singing to?

Answer: No one Yesterday, I wrote about the Hindu god, Ganesha, being worshiped in a Roman Catholic church. See here. Really strange stuff. That got me to thinking a bit more about Hinduism. Readers of this blog know I was a big fan of The Byrds rock and roll band way back in the day. […]

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The Blues

Tomorrows news gives you the blues, so switch off the TV and do something new, you will suddenly feel better energetic as well, I’m not referring to south park and the shows that do something for you, but the bland and continuous yawn of desperate panic, that is forgotten until they come up with something new, tense voices concerned angst despair and worry, can’t you hear it in the voices and the way they speak to you, well tomorrow it will mean practically nothing just filled you with something blue, tranquillising your good instincts and changing your good mood, mind gamers they are called it’s nothing to get excited about, it’s just that they are passing on a form of evil to you, and your children have got the habit and every parent in the world is aware of this cause it’s true, one little detail that might change this policy of deception and control, is the news of God Most High and how it’s making him blue, seriously and I mean seriously it’s not a matter of strange imagination, for when the lives of the new life is being interfered with so readily, I assume it’s not going to be tolerated if you have seen the view, picture in the sky a real time image of a real time God, it’s there to remind the mind gamers and those that they serve, that a certainty of divine justice awaits them and it’s encouragement for those who are true.

I’ve encountered the Holy Spirit a whirlwind of an experience, seen the faces in the clouds and the stars that move in concert, and when children do not have the space in their heads it leads them to a different expectation, than the one imagined when life came into me and you, amen.Image