The King and I

A glass of water, a kind word, a hopeful smile, the boy wonders down the street, his mother and sister is ahead of him, he has ideas, his eyes wander from side to side, absorbing it all, it’s all new to him, his first time in the place where he stands. He is young, has seen plenty, wants me time, others like himself, games and thrills, it should not be that hard. Solomon watched the kid stroll along, that boy has attitude he sighed, the look in the eye, …

He was weighing up his new surroundings, feeling it out. Eye contact is made, the child makes a wry smile, I’m new here, just testing the water.

Solomon sighed, the old story, the well being of Spirit, what we do for others, that was who we are, and according to the words of Jesus, that was and is, the acid test, good intentions fine, actions much better. As the signs were coming faster than a Mother about to give birth, so it felt, and there are major awareness’s everywhere, and those who are extremists are feeling the pinch, in these times of Great Change, it was wise to remind oneself, how we would judge ourselves in relation to our lives, what would we find, a welcome from the King hopefully, amen…

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Baggage and the Past

learn from your life, don’t ignore your past, and don’t over burden yourself with worthless baggage, forgive your mistakes, and forgive others theirs, this life is a journey not a day trip, so while you forgive others, others may forgive you. How can you say you don’t like fish if you don’t try it a few times, same with forgiveness, until you try it you will never know what it feels like, the rush of energy you will feel, the lightness of being, the inner well being. Perhaps, you want to feel misery and just pass it on, stay addicted as they say. As children, we learn from the imitation around us.

Solomon was trying to get to the nub of the issue; how to become light, as we are children of the light. He surmised, I guess you have to unload the resentments you store up inside. Can you imagine a bird flying with an Iron Bar attached to his leg. Neither do I. There were many little habits that we could build into our lives, easily. Don’t look away when you see suffering, don’t elevate yourself when one day you will be the same as dirt, who are you fooling. Stop before you go out the door, think, will I do something good today, and if you have a talent, it was given to you to be shared out. AS Neil Young says, castles in the Head, zero on the ground, (well)….

Birds Fly, they wear no parachutes, they rise when they want, they can see a worm from a thousand feet, and a small fish under water from

far on high, and you think you have a special skill; well, you did once. Light, find it inside you, amen.

 

Mother and Child

The line is getting close to the check out, she holds her daughter’s hand tight. In a few hours, she will be in another world, a little frightened the way all new visitors feel, when they are somewhere new. Young, too young, she rebelled and ran away from home, that was ten years ago. twenty six now, with a three year old child, she made friends with the first man that seemed okay, she is wiser now, back then she was on the run. She reflects while she stands inline, her life has changed, the small hand in hers, a new responsibility. To be free from the influence, her boy friend so controlling, she hated the life, maybe that’s how a mother feels. She looks at the small human being holding her hand, her life line to the world, yes, that’s me she says to herself. Why has this child taken over my life; she laughed when she heard of friends with children on the way, the way they acted, pretending she imagined; how can one person have such a hold on your life.

The desk assistant smiles when she proffers her pass port. She reaches over the desk, catches sight of the little girl;. going to a new world she says with a smile. The little girl looks at her Mother, hopeful.

Solomon sighed, how many were on the road to freedom across the world. Compassion, love and charity, the very basics required of all those who called themselves believers, amen.

One Day

The room is full of machines, she is lying on the bed, slowly in recovery from the shock, a shopping trip, she ends up at the hospital instead, the change in circumstance. Life changes so suddenly, she is unsure, strangers about her, a friend enters the room, she breathes a sigh of relief. There is a real conversation, what happened the friend says. She looks at the machines before continuing. I felt dizzy, and must have blacked out. Her friend sighs to herself, no slur in the speech, no stroke.  The two friends look at each other; they have been partners for a long time, doing everything together. What would I do if anything happened you she says, the visitor. One change and we are all affected, are we selfish to think this way. One day your buoyant and going places, the next day your a stone in the wall, someone else is leaning on you. Experience is like that. All the pebbles, the days that seemed nothing, now lying there, she is glad to have an ordinary day, any day free from the machines. If she walks away on her own steam she will be satisfied.

Solomon heard news of a friend who had a sudden health change. The circle of friends had lost a cog, and while it is temporary, it’s still a hole in the circle. The roles we play in life, the harmless seeming moments, when a regular stranger stops by and enjoys the company, respite from a crazy world. How the Spirit needs a rest from the drama’s of the world and the failure of many of the religious to understand the basics of Spiritual needs. One day they would hopefully understand, amen.

It happens, the sudden changes, the appeal to God Most High, the call. Do we hear the cry of the emigrant, or did we turn our eyes away when we saw the poverty on the street, embarrassed to look in case it was a disease you could catch. One day, the question will be on all our lips, could we have done more.

I just Growing up…

She sits in the chair, a little subdued, the medication, she sits while she waits, she is not so sturdy, they gave her a diagnosis, the memory disease, well, it’s an age thing. The limbs don’t have the same stretch, your energy isn’t what it was, the eyes not a clear as they used to be, the appetite too, not as appealing, getting old they said, Mable sighs, I am on a journey, I’m not giving up, I am growing up. A mind of her own, her own ideas, she didn’t beleive the blarney of men in charge, thanks rubbish, who filled them with such stuff, who. She fought her life seeking equality, now the journey has brought her to the care home, at the mercy of those she railed against, those that followed the rules. A nurse approaches, Mabel frowns, the pills, the last time she refused it, they sedated her a whole day, and gave her god knows what. I was just forgetting stuff, doesn’t everybody do that. How much do so many hide inside their heads. How those playing games would change the topic once the questions got testy. No one is allowed question the experts.

Solomon smiled, the story he heard on the radio, the lady with the mind disease, all she wanted, treated me as I am, it’s not your pity I want. Getting old sighed Solomon, we just want to be accepted. The story is never ending, it’s just a change in circumstances, one day you breath, the next your a bird, flying somewhere. Do birds worry when they wake, do they reach for the medication. Mabel, she is a living being in a fast changing world, so fast, the time to look after her is no longer left to relatives, the world so busy, it can hardly look after itself.

The weather, warm and sunny, no one rushing, the only que at the ice cream van, mabel recalls the days of old, how everything that a mother could do was done, same as it always was, by mothers across the world. There is a bitter taste in Mabels mouth, its’ not the tablets, its the story in the paper. The role of women, whitewashed from all circles of importance from the beginning of christianity, then copied by other religions, framing the mind set, bastards she sighs to herself.

Old Boy Blues

This can’t be happening Cardinal, it does not appear in any of our texts, it seems to be from the other Book, they don’t want to mention the word, why, it will mean extending their vision of compassion, it’s a touchy subject and they have got used to control, why would they ever dream of ever giving up that. You mean we are not the only ones, the setting, can’t you see it, 2,000 years earlier, the same argument between the Pharisee’s, as they gather to discuss the words of Jesus, anxious that he is getting a hearing and the crowds, worse still, they are listening to him, and he is even doing what the divine can only do, or is it demons.

The thought of eating without the ritual cleaning, and all sorts of food is fine with him, damn it, if this is allowed to go on, it’s going to make our rules and regulations meaningless, how did we allow it they sigh. Power, the old problem, and the zealots who are certain of their authority, enforceable authority, able at will, to undermine, well, when you imagine it, they put Jesus on the cross, hoping it was the ending of him, little did they know, it was only the beginning, and it’s being growing ever since, The Power of Spirit, and how it works to overcome the instincts that destroy us. Old boy blues, how can they explain this?.

Solomon sighed, the sun bursts from the Sky, the approval from on High, and no set of rules to coral it, just sweet simplicity. The old men could be discussing the fate of Joan of Arc, it could be anyone of Great Spirit, what happens, as Jesus said, they murdered the prophets and then afterwards, praised them. He was reading a book, the green cup of wisdom, words in the Islam Holy Book, is mentioned in the story, as for other words, they prophecy the Return of Jesus, too. In the end, the goal is the same, there are those who hold the words on high and repeat them, and there are those who acknowledge them, but don’t follow them, in the middle, the Wisdom of Jesus, solves all problems, for those who use them, same as good medication, taken with care, amen.

Rhythm and News, take a break, listen to music, be prepared to relax..

The affirmation of old scripture is a great comfort in all truth, affirms what was said so long ago, holds true, can’t be doubted, gives greater meaning to the eternal promise, and the other stuff, in a nutshell you are not alone, so don’t feel lonely.

Jesus didn’t do piety, he did truth, was affronted by those who claimed piety and thought they were better than others, recoiled at them, in fact, no Spirit could live with that, same as a father who imposes rather than allows dialogue, the bully factor as some would call it, no time for it. yes, and time proves this to be true, so many voices silenced, in all sorts of ways, bribes, flattery, and the other ways, no one wants to hear about ,enough said about that.

Time for a music break, sometimes you have to close the eyes and simply relax, without having to pay for it.

 

Something to learn from, not that tactics are not used, an ongoing thing, getting to the belly of the matter, we all understand that bit, there is no confusion there, the state of the environment,  sack the planners as they say, the news is full of it, there are plenty of remote Islands for them, let them toy with ignorance out of harms way, did we mention, many red faces there, words to inspire us with, but being Tuesday, it’s a good start.

A reflection of sorts, the ongoing assault going on in places, those that came before us would cringe at, and would simply not believe, they would in fact not have been able to consider it, but in the very modern world and the emphasis on all things networked, who has time for anything else. Very few indeed, amen, as for those who were fooled into believing they were doing good, many events and places come to mind, maybe they were pawns, just being used, not so unusual, well, the promise of success is a great drug.

So what it if offends God, hasn’t been about, what is there to worry for, then they see the light, oops…. How will you explain that, stuck for words I imagine, never stuck when you were seeking what you wanted, the other way around, can’t put a sentence together, what’s surprising about that, after all, there is God Most High, the unplanned, we didn’t put that into our calculations, the extremists are beginning to realize this, smile, this is a great news story, brilliant, actually, so real, it leaves you awe struck most days, but you have to remain grounded, if you know what I mean.

No one laughs as they used to, the old full belly buster, it’s easy to see a few of those coming, now that all that withheld tension can be released, imagine it, a symphony of good feelings,  the righteous win the day, just as it’s supposed to be, amen.

 

 

You’d hardly expect to be misled in the circumstance would you!