Talking Sense

Where are all those campaigners gone. There were voices making noise every second day of the week, outing this person and that, while the media rowed in behind, taking advantage of the opportunity, that shaming begets, and it’s lure for the imagination. Where are all the voices gone, they jump on the bandwagon of the latest campaign, make loaded speeches, race after celebrities to get them involved, where have they all disappeared to.

Jesus said, if you acknowledge me in public, the angels in Heaven will do the same before My father.

There was a strong case of hypocrisy going on across the world, more damaging than the Virus itself. Many of the so called in people, were silent in times of great emotional need. Solomon wasn’t pointing, but he recalled story after story, of many on waiting lists for all forms of health related treatments for years, cancer victims having to wait, women and children unable to find shelter from domestic tyranny, and a whole list of other causes, that could easily have been solved, with a more charitable disposition from those with great wealth, and others. It was time to call them out. The signs from above should be waking them up, at least on the conscience level. Are all lawyers and most people, the way John Grisham portrays them, all about themselves.

Treasure Box

 

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Jesus, Don’t Get Angry!

Man, did you see what they did to that Guy, Man, have you any idea who his father is?. No it’s not Al Capone, it’s not Goodfellas, it’s not North Korea, but it’s real all the same. Death happens once, and then you get over it, meaning, that death itself is not the end, and is only to be feared, when you have a lot of harm on the balance sheet.

There Jesus hangs, his sorrow immense, wondering what will happen next, understands the power of the Father, and how much he loves his Children. Please forgive them, they have no idea he says what they are doing, he is pleading for those who wanted to destroy the message; He knew they couldn’t, no matter how much they tried, but he had seen storms turned around, had seen them arrive, had calmed the sea, in a nutshell, it was not passive, the power of His Father, it was action, and patience.

The emotions, they go in the wrong direction, tragedy and mayhem occurs. Do we realize the power of the Spirit within. Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit; lying in Bed, he watched, it’s true, all that stuff in the scriptures, it’s true. How we interpret things, depends on our field of vision, but it does not change the landscape.

Jesus closes his eyes, lets out a final sigh, there are earthquakes, the sky darkens, and those who were there realized that instant, they have murdered a real prophet as well….

In therapy they all say the same, admit your mistakes, learn, and move on, and don’t do it again, for God’s sake!

 

Every Prayer Counts

 

Every prayer counts, and some prayers had added value, the exploits of the early believers and the old prophet’s clear evidence of it, cannot be denied. So Solomon was praying for divine help for those tonight and today in the middle of this Spiritual war of souls, call it a pep talk, Solomon needed to remind himself everyday, there was no force stronger than God Most High, and no evil spirit had any power or potency of any sort when confronted with Holy Spirit. Across the world, there were men and women on their knees, who did not give up on Faith, who needed more encouragement than any others, their prayers hit the spot, and their spirits needed that lift. He didn’t need reminding, there were those who believed in no God Most High, there were those who would gladly suck what they could from this world, regardless of consequence or coming generations, and there were those who wanted to exhaust themselves on the pleasures of this life, without concern for anyone, and there was evil spirit, that would go on doing what it tried to do, even in the face of God Most High, despite the signs that told them to mend their ways or else, Solomon was putting the seal on it, ensuring he never forgot or others, he was writing it down, amen.

Dedicated souls every day did their thing, some in very dangerous ways, Solomon was asking God Most High to throw his loving arms around them, they have families too, their children, their wives and husbands, their friends, it was not a time to lose, it was not a time to forget. Without others who laid the path, none of us would have made it this far, Solomon just wanted to remind that’s all, amen.

A New World

Can you imagine it, it begins with your thought, then the start of the imagining, you start today, something new is happening. The Spirit is tired, shopping, what’s new, then you see the faces, so many out buying gifts for another, how often can we say that about ourselves, we are all really giving, we just don’t get enough opportunities to show it.

She is shy, her feelings are in a shroud, wrapped around her, she protects them the way a mother minds her new born, priceless, little does she know, that one day into the future, she will watch baby take off in a car, driven by someone else who wants to love her too. there will be fretting, the stomach will contract, anxiety will persist till baby returns.

Then the Promise of Eternity, the word of Jesus, a time will come, there will be signs for all to see, there will be changes, dramatic too, stuff you heard of, but mostly ignore, it’s been a long time coming. The New world, what will it be, will their be controversy, how will we fare, what will our purpose be, how does your Spiritual guide describe it.

Feeling good, healthy, friends who you can depend upon, no fear of violence, being happy within. It sounds simple to write, but the world we create starts within us, amen.

Spirit Woman

She screams but no one hears, it’s inside her, the torment, find me peace of mind, where, a thousand thoughts a second pour over her, it’s as if she is being bombed mentally, everywhere she looks, for you for you for you, I can’t get my head around this, she pleads, give me your peace, she can’t understand what is wrong, then she hears a voice, spots a face, her calm returns, she feels God is with her.

As Jesus said, we need space for the Spirit to reside in a healthy state, tell us, it’s something we all know, peace of mind, priceless. Solomon was remarking on the many souls he encountered on his walk through life, all of them, the descendants of past generations, habits and mysteries passed on. How do we create space when the world is on top of us, the bills, the education of the children, me time, sorry but the holidays have been cut, what, her thoughts interrupted,  I was trying to find space, she hears the mail drop into the box, what this time, she is anxious again, her money is short, what do they want this time.

So many walls are built to prevent us reaching the peace of mind we so badly need, so many give up and accept it, and those who protest about it, well, they are radicals. Solomon recalled years ago, all the weirdo’s, the strange stuff, well, it was never strange, was about longer than conventional religion, it was just never explained to us.

Is it possible he sighed, to set aside a week, one entire week in our long journey, to figure out how to slow this train down; Mother Nature is tired, the water is not what it used to be, the birds are getting pissed with us, even our own children are on the streets, protesting about it all; As said, Children will teach us all, perhaps it’s time to listen.

Say It Straight

My head she said, can anyone say it straight, stop trying to make an impression, what are you doing it for, you got a fat wallet, you got a gun, am I supposed to shrink cause I don’t. bully me no more she said, then spat at him, while waiting for what would happen next, she has guts he thought, she unhinged him, he wasn’t in control, make him feel weak, the expression on her face, angered him, that a woman could have control over him, wasn’t in fear, didn’t mind death. His power is gone, she is now an extra in a movie, once the camera moves they will all forget the scene, the audiece, that’s it, what other people think, it has been this way a long time, that fear which we allow to control our lives. Hadn’t they seen a western movie occasionally, life is one decision making process.

The Roman Governor gives the sign, the gladiators plunge their swords, the crowd roars, the emperor gets to his feet, takes the accoldades, nods and bows, the roar rises while the blood mixes with the sand, The remaining hostages shriek, this is our fate, they close their eyes, don’t try to escape. One man stands before the emperor, hands raised, what are you going to do with me he shouts, the gladiator has the sword raised, the emperor nods, the man falls to the ground, gone it seems.

Jesus tried to tell them, simply, the Kingdom of God is inside you, it’s Spirit, you can’t kill it. All these years later, we still recall the simple words, say it straight will you.

Fill the Shoes Chaps….

Over the top the first man goes, only to be eaten by a lion, over the top, the trench, they all stand up, in the meantime, those in the background, giving the orders, change their position, hoping something will work. Next, the woman hears voices, she is suddenly a prophet, we will use her as an example, till her prophecy becomes a conflict, when she doesn’t co-operate with those in the background, they tie her to the funeral pyre and light her up, and so it goes, again and again, they lift them, support them, and when they grow tired of them, they give them the chop, and they wonder why they can’t get anyone to fill the shoes. Years later, fro mall views, the groups in conflict, morph into one, the only thing they have in common, money and power.

Solomon was reflecting, reality, not the rose tinted expressions of a few optimists. In certain parts of the world, there was devout worship of God Most High, and adhered to strictly. In the other part of the world, those who tainted those who held beliefs in the world above, what are you bothering for, they are all saying. Solomon was watching the play from the middle, extremism had many friends in all sorts of places, he prayed accordingly, that God Most High silence the extreme opinion, especially at a time, when there were those making concentrated efforts to increase wisdom and understanding of their view of God. Love is color blind, amen .

It is easy to reflect on why so few over the years, ever stood up, or stood up, only when hidden in a large group. Did the world want the Peace of Jesus or business as usual, he could see the critics to that one, amen.

Remember Neda

Gun violence was in the news, the school children causing a riot, stirring up the temperature, putting themselves on the line, they can’t shoot children they thought. Neda, the young woman shot during the Iranian Revolution, it’s Easter, Solomon remembers.

The camera rolls while her life ebbs away, let the cameras’ roll, make my life count for something, she gasps reaching for air, knowing that very shortly she would be taking her last. Solomon imagines the last minutes of Jesus, the prisoners by his side asking questions, what sort of question would Neda have asked.

With her last few breaths, all she wants, is for the world to be aware of what is going on, the lives being stolen, the imprisonment of a nation, let the camera roll she says, then dies. So her spirit is taken up to Heaven, she meets old friends, deceased relatives, friends, then she spots Jesus, what would she say;

“they were not allowing us to live, enjoy beauty, it was as if these men were afraid of themselves” she says

“I know I know” he says with a smile on his face. he is glad she is there, there is a lot of explaining to do.

“It happened all over the place, they just enjoyed the control of women, that’s it!” he sighed, before adding;

“you give them a little power and they are soon addicted”

She rises her eyebrows, that’s it she thought, they were addicted to control right from the start.

Neda, young lady of the revolution, gave her life, made full use of it, amen.

Patrice Mulumba

The Sex Life of a Flea

The botanist smiled, that will get their attention, everyone is addicted to it, every advertiser used it, and many, men women and children, were abused because of it. Sex. The rules of love for a common house flea, a mandatory visit to the bathroom, lots of stuff in there, attracts the female flies, a visit to the closet, lots more hiding in there, lunch time, a sugary treat, need energy to continue, back to the bathroom, more stuff, lots of others in there.

It’s the only word apart from Christmas that unites the races, the common denominator. Solomon smiled, if they start laughing at this,

it will take the biscuit. A woman goes to the doctor, my relationship is ebbing, he does not find me attractive, well, he doesn’t pay me enough attention. A man is getting advice on his new relationship, it takes time to make the current flow if you get my drift, if you are on automatic all the time, what does it say for you, all lit up in all the wrong areas looking for a place to go. The sex life of a common flea, i never thought that stuff was all that interesting. He read the headline, everyone will be giving it a second thought, what has this got to do with divine intervention and the creation of real love, nothing actually! amen.

Blessings

written two thousand seven hundred and twenty three days ago almost, give or take an hour or two, well close on that time. He meant to say years, but the sun was high in the sky, and it was hot, was it sun stroke, Ezra is walking around the wild flower field, he’s talking with the angel, so real, he is both amazed and frightened, not frightened in the sense of today, but frightened at the scale of the disclosure, there’s loads of blessings stored up, the holy grail of help. The angel is humming a Johnny cash tune, what’s that smiles Ezra, he likes the beat, down down down in a blazing ring of fire, down down…is that a sad tune your humming asks Ezra, momentarily distracted, the mornings work has been a load, something the angel knows. to ease the mood he picked a tune from the future to help Ezra relax, for some reason Johnny cash was in his brain jukebox.

The humming stops, the angel smiles, nice tune isn’t it, Ezra nods, now back to business says the angel, i don’t want to loose the job and the boss expects results. Ezra raises his eyebrows, i’m listening, come on. yeah, blessings, it’s a treasure chest, once you unlock it, well, they are there for the taking but you have to earn it that’s all. How do we do that thought Ezra excited, am i going to win a camel,

maybe my own water well too, what a blessing he smiled, i’ll have all i need, and we will have water for ever too.

Solomon was reading Ezra, the ancient writings. Interesting stuff. The Faith to believe was in deed the gift. amen There are blessings stored up, to be poured out, you just have to be able to receive them. So that’s what they meant, the words always confused him, to those who have more will be given, faith he sighed. He saw her on the street, he saw them everywhere, everywhere the faith was working, new looking people, amen.