Price of Wisdom

The queen of Sheba, meets Solomon, she recognizes wisdom when she hears it, can see how others misused it, is horrified, what she cries, are they all demons she wondered, those she thought she could trust, playing with the truth, using her to gain riches. Solomon sighed, it’s the year 2020, over three thousand years since the original words were written. The chaos and destruction she was told about, it had to happen she was told, until she listened to the words of wisdom; imagine what she thought of those around her.

There is a general panic, many made genetics becomes a monster in the making; progress she sighed. She recalls the efforts of Darwin to twist the reality of creation, the possibility of a perfect human race, that led to the attempt to wipe out the Jewish people. progress, more like pride she sighed, as men tried to out do each other. What about the 25 trillion stored off shore; what use was it now, what good would it do them. Then Solomon told her; God tests his people, and when put to the test, they stand firm, and overcome. She smiles; the demon and his army of angels must be feeling closer to extinction tonight. Amen, Solomon prayed yes they are.

Saint Patrick, an ode to Yeats, Behan, Oscar wilde, and a host of others, the sages of the past…..

 

This is pulled from the archive, it’s the National day of Ireland, so in these times of trial, lets reminded ourselves all, of the struggles we have all got through….

 

The world is beautiful, Have you ever thought about it, the world that is, is it not beautiful in places. We call those places national parks, so many miles of ocean across all frontiers, touching each other in special places the way the sun used to be, and still is in those extra special spaces, now we get burned frozen or flooded instead, except of course for those special places, and the bank manager we wish him dead, the women and their faces we can’t stop looking, the hours spent grooming their façade well look at TV no frowns allowed can’t you tell, a little perfume on the hips lipstick on the lips, as mothers seek safe refuge to build a nest as well, then an heirloom arrives the result of love so they said, children of course keep on watching and waiting, it’s a show they’ve already heard, Disney shows written by old pro’s words they use children in the viewfinder, they used to call it inspiration, today they ration the dead, literally and bury them live on TV, I won the lottery the dredge is no more, no smart opinions to get high on, pure doesn’t give you headaches, it kills you instead, don’t tell Santa he said.
But it’s a pity really, having tossed so much of our future away, the consequence of pure greed that the poorest will pay for instead, they’ve cut back the bird crumbs this week I heard, poor crow, shot at three times dived bombed by a sparrow hawk, a busted wing he hung on, two miles up the road and he’d be fed, earthquake on the TV, the world is falling apart, live on TV of course, you’ve guessed it CNN they are the first to call to help, world latches on cameras roll on carelessly, footage is worth more when you’re dead, no point saving the sick across the world, cant get them together like a Spielberg movie, we’ll rely on old footage. Isn’t the world beautiful he said, the luck of the Irish they always said it was worth waiting for, amen. He said if they gave up the drink, shur they could do anything, well…

I’m a neighbor too

They,

hurry past the house, they know who lives there, the old lady is weird, they hurry their steps as they pass by. Inside their home, they bolt the doors, safe in doors, free from the world, the only thoughts, those they share with each other. The news, the story of a sickness, she thinks more anticeptic, he plans to wash more, they are a careful couple. Around the world, mortality is threatened, news of infection, not far from the attitude of those, who having wealth, are not into mixing with their poorer friends; they will only ask for help, don’t you know what they want. Neighbors.

Solomon sighed, a world threatened is a chance to develop new ways, or the return to old styles of caring. He recalled the truly great philanthropists, from the early 1900’s, the landmarks they left behind, the culture they encouraged, the gifts they gave to all, not selecting among the friends, a long time ago. maybe the new crisis, would encourage a new world outlook. Time was needed to size up the dirt that needed cleaning; did they really want their children to grow up stressed; as if they could do nothing.

Solomon recalled the night of the Spirit, the power of words that came with it; no power on earth could come close to it, amen. Neighbors, where were the borders, since we could reach out to every part of the world with our thoughts, thanks to the web.

World Slows Down

Can’t sound it, sound, action to her, affects inner harmony, will I get up, she glances at her I-phone. To others it seems extravagant, to her its a diagnostic tool, she’s a trainee. Irritating, will I. Her shift starts in, she dips her eyes on the phone, she is precise, a trainee surgeon, doing the steps. Her fingers are long and graceful. Where they have been; last evening, inside the chest of an elderly man, noise disappears, music again, continues reading. She lives in a three room, ignoring the bathroom; everyone has one of those, as vital as a healthy rectum, a healthy mind, the article she is reading.

She reads the reports, everything medical is her news, her life is being donated to helping others, if lucky she will have a family along the way. The Corona Virus, she had been reading about it; a virus that doesn’t react to conventional drugs. She thinks of Marie Curie, all the other scientists, who spent their entire lives researching the future; few of them had any interest in patents. Planes have slowed, people are staying away from crowded places, some wear masks, they’ve been doing that in Hong Kong for ages; some call it the the last plague. She sighs; as a woman, she wants to be seen as a mother in the making, a precious human being; she is tired of the way they trivialized the flesh, could they not have learned to love a little more. She takes a deep breath, the operation she has in front of her is her first full heart transplant, she assisting. Calm, slow, her hands are so important.

In an office, a whiz kid press’s the buttons, moves funds from the Cayman’s to Cypress. He loves it when it”s uncertain, so many to take advantage of.

Human Nature

We can alter your genetic code, we can change the way you think, we can do all sorts of stuff, it’s just a case of being a spy. Clever people, the days when the water was clean, wasn’t good enough, the speed with which we communicate, wasn’t fast enough, the progress that we need, the days that could not pass soon enough, the reach for the top of the pole, human nature, have they learned anything at all.

Solomon read the story of our Genes, the history of DNA, the view some took, usually, a very rich elite, who assumed they could breed our problems out of existence, and gave so many tyrants an excuse. 2020, the rate of addictions accumulate, the reality of this, anyone’s guess, where our habits are leading us, did they ever listen to the ancient words, or the wisdom of Jesus.

Solomon sighed, if only we could slow down, stop for a week, even pretend it’s Christmas, or any other festival, how could it harm us, to slow down, before our thoughts of the next stage of progress finally drown us. Reading the old scriptures, Solomon listened to the warnings of the prophets; this world belongs to God, we better get used to it, amen.

Fracking Fools

Oil guy big smile,

finance guy big sigh,

Put the rig over there,

Hard to hear clearly,

Chopper very noisy,

Million barrels a day,

Amazing the technology,

Pump in the chemicals,

Whoof the oil gas flew,

Water becomes polluted,

Nature reserve destroyed,

Land becomes useless,

A sore in everyone’s eye,

Mr President what’s up,

Energy independence he quips,

Fathers mind your children,

That was just an election boost,

Protester gets twenty years,

For upsetting the president,

Mother Nature howls,

A big freeze you want,

She looks to the sky,

God gives the directions,

Wind blows cold air,

Country freezes everywhere,

They wont frack around much now,

Mother nature is consoled,

For the time being anyhow,

Poisoning the water everywhere,

First the arctic now the rivers,

Can’t believe such stupidity,

Meanwhile chopper stops,

Rotors seize up,

Oil guy finance guy go down,

Pilot miraculously survives,

Two more incoming.

Gates of hell opened,

In the two guys fly,

The end.

Priorities

A warehouse full of unused munitions, no war on the Horizon, what are we going to do with all this stuff. The General looks at the huge collection of weapons, what do they cost, commissions, he had a few contacts, today he is not so sure. There are signs of Heavenly interventions; attempts to build division between nations, have all collapsed, he wonders what will be the cost; he calls himself a believer, many of his friends too.

The board meeting is about the unused resources, the stock is piling up. Any suggestions says the newest member of the board; a war would be useful states a voice, there is a chuckle in the room, a side comment is heard, not that again says the CEO, you didn’t complain when we deposited $20 million in your off shore account. Me says the voice.

If Country A falls out with Country B, then C will get involved, meanwhile we can get that movement going, which will increase tensions, and with that other nut job, it’s only a matter of time, before it all blows up, problem solved. Great Strategy Chief, all the heads nod. So we need to start a war to get the show moving; Is all in agreement then. They all nod again. Who do we have in foreign policy asks another. Another voice sounds; This is like a Grisham thriller, the CEO laughs, you think this is Grisham, dam peace maker.

Solomon wondered, didn’t they all know, that all the background thinking was food for the Spirit. So they met in secret places, so they tried to bribe all, so they owned governments, they were all on the radar, amen, at a time when the Heavenly Spirit was trawling the world. Solomon wanted to send them the Spirit, a story would do instead, you have to have priorities.

 

Stop Stop Stop

What, I can’t hear you, she shouts, he can’t hear that well, he is always complaining, if this was like that, the old days, the future days, all he does is complain. Stop, you are doing my head in. Who needs to hear about it every day, it does her head in. She raises the volume on the TV, it dims his words, why worry she thinks, her favorite character in the soap is about to propose to her love sweet heart, her eyes are glistening, the semblance of tears, the feeling you get, when the emotions are on the rise. Go on she says, ask her, shut up will you, If only I had ear phones, she wouldn’t have to hear him complain, she’d be able to focus on the moment, yes she says, good on you girl, it’s the first time she has seen a woman get on her knees to propose. Soap opera’s, they get you to focus on the now.

Jesus said the same, it starts today. There were many burdened by their past, carrying loads, they did not know how to unload. Jesus reminds us; put your trust in the Holy Father, learn his ways, and he will take all burdens off your shoulders, amen. When you are at your weakest, God is stronger inside you, amen.

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!

 

Hole in the Ground…

You don’t expect me to dig that he said, His Father was pointing to the spade, hurry up. A plot had been marked out, he was being asked to dig a drain. Machinery can do that he sighed, shovel in hand, he found the spade easier to dig it, it cut through the soil easier, whatever. If he wanted to use the car, he had to dig the hole, so he saw it. Half an hour, a little progress, this is going to take an eternity, his fingers were not used to such work, they were beginning to blister, what would they be like by dinner time. He kept on checking his watch, mobile phones did not exist in those times. I could ring the landscape company ho thought, and hire one of those little machines. And his father would be off all the afternoon, he imagined the surprise on his father’s face, to see the job completed before the due time, think of the credits he’d earn.

Many years later, they gather for the anniversary celebration of his Fathers passing. He is there with his brothers and sisters, friends, they reminisces, tales are told. His wife is with him, their children too. He was always a teacher, Father, said his sister. He nods to his wife; she is after a bout of depression, she was in that state of loss for a few months, he wondered how they got through it all. Then he thought of his father, that hole in the ground, patience.