The Residue

Leftovers on the table, he eyes the last two roast potatoes, if they are all ignoring it, that means none of them wants it, they taste great, he scans the plates on either side, all he can see is the conversations going on, the lick of gravy on the side of the mouth, clean it will you, it’s sticking out, across the table, a fork in the air, moving left and right, almost with the skill of an orchestral director, still he has his eyes on the prize, those last two golden crisp potatoes. Will I be brave and reach out.

What are you waiting for William she says, catching his eye, he dips his head, a smile on his face, he slowly reaches in, got you he thinks, he has one of the potatoes on the big spoon, he is moving it carefully to his docking station, his plate. No one said a thing, will he be brave enough to take the other, go for it he tells himself. Eight years old, it’s awhile before you learn about the etiquette of eating in a group. She gives him a re assuring nod, the second potato is on the spoon. You are not eating both of them another diner calls out, as he drops it onto the messiest part of the plate, where old flecks of gravy and a white sauce have mixed into a brown mulch, he does it deliberately, no one will ask for the potato back now, too late, all that residue.

Solomon sighed, we learn hopefully, we lean on the past, we see how nationalism becomes a movement of hatred, the wars across the world, home led, the same causes, repeated again and again, too much power in the same closet, time to get angry, time to get rich, we will sort them boy. The world had enough of all that argument, it was well past it’s sell by date, same as those religions, who intentionally miss quoted the old words, in order to divide opinion, and what was their residue; the incitement of hatred.

Surely they believe in God he hoped, and as such, put their efforts into rising spirits, rather than renovating old organisations.

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.

Technogenics

Technogenics, well how else do you describe it. James hadn’t heard the word, it wasn’t far from eugenics, but with a technical twist. The modern world was good AT coming up with new words to explain things; there was texteese of course, the new form of short hand, twittereese, short version twitter, and there were the different ways your interests were fished; was that the right term, fishing, or was it a word used to describe theft online, hard to say, in a nutshell the more we know about you the better we can help you, or if your a robber, the more we know about you the easier it is to rob you, perspective of the thief, and in a world where, technology allows for the easy theft of resources from other human beings, Solomon thought that a NEW TERM be devised, to explain this new phenomenon; dare we say, Technogenics.

If you lose your instincts to think, you stop thinking, if a machine does all those all your thinking for you, you lose you ability to think; it’s all connected. The doomy gloomies would blame the techy companies; but wasn’t it just a case of pure laziness on the part

of the consumer, who wanted a simpler life and more time for other things?.

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.

Love Those We Don’t Like — Jesus is the answer!.. re blog

Quote

“Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children. And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.” – Ephesians 5:1-2 The call to imitate God sounds impossible. Yet, just as a small child imperfectly mimics a parent’s actions, disciples of Jesus copy him. […]

via Love Those We Don’t Like — Jesus is the answer!

Inner Transformations

book-692575__180

We need distraction, but in the end, what about the Real Spirit, did you move it at all, or are you going through the phases as they say in a ball game, more important to be seen.

Solomon sighed, The Spirit was no delusion, fortunately, it’s all real, and far more, that is not yet written, well, there are those who will try to steal the truth, in the hope of fooling others, but with all jigsaws, the last piece, is what makes it complete, amen.

How often does it have to be said, are they waiting for the Celestial moment, the visitation that shakes the foundations of all that you know. And they end on age 231 of the book, gulp, what is the significance of that, and the book of numbers, dudes it’s time you got out of the sleepy haze your living under, what was that horse, change the tune, well……God is mercy and compassion, to be forgiven you must forgive…not words, acts.

He remembers the words of Ezra, the warning of the angels, did anyone take them seriously, the community leaders of the time did, and there are some still committed today, but what use do they have for wisdom, why is reason in hiding, what are the Spiritual leaders doing, leaving it all to God I suppose, basically, well, get the mirror out real fast, God is supposed to live inside you, or have you all forgot.

Solomon encountered Thee Spirit, it’s amazing what it can allow happen, amen.

One Point Three Million….

That’s a lot of kidneys, eyes, livers, stomachs, thigh bones, where did they put it all, and what religion did they follow anyway!. Well, we are all influenced as they say. The pastor leading the group of children through the tour of the Death Camp, hesitated, he didn’t have an answer to the young girls question. Could he say for sure, they were ours, or was it their’s. Solomon was reflecting on the power of forgiveness, and wondered if any lessons had been learned. There were still those within the church, trying to stifle argument and learning, their ways embedded in the past. He imagined the thoughts in all the young heads, wondering if they joined the dots; What they were looking at was, the remains of extremism mixed with religious fundamentalism gone awry, aided by the growth of new technology.

Maybe if there had been more women in the upper hierarchy of the church, more compassion would exist, something the victims would never be able to find out. Solomon saw efforts to direct his thoughts, that were man made. Regardless, what had to be said, would be said, amen. In the papers, the media was hawking stories of those with influence, who had gone astray. If you were poor they didn’t intervene, unless you did something so gross, that it would be of interest to a large audience. Six million in the furnaces, 50 million overall, trying to hang individuals, seemed out of sync, amen.

 

When you encounter the Holy Spirit, there is no hiding place. Solomon sighed, time to admit the mistakes and hopefully learn.