Remember those adds, the conspiracy theorists, big brother is watching you and all that rubbish, it’s a pity they didn’t look in the mirror instead, they might have actually learned something. The greatest action they ever did, was curb wisdom in all respects, Mc Carthy in America, and a long list of others, big brother is not as smart as it thinks. The reason Solomon was reminding himself, the effort to force the old machine, the same old dogma, the loads they put on shoulders, and how they try to justify themselves, Big brother, they were clueless, spying was the correct description of them. Extremism was trying to raise it’s ugly head, why bother he thought, Big Brother is watching!!
Old and tired, worn and useless, fed up, and now your being processed, by the thoughts in your head, the time and how you spent it, the stuff you promised yourself that you’d do, the times you judged others, and now the realization, your time has come, what did I do with it, you ask. Did you smile at the beggar on the street ,did you lift your gaze when an acknowledgment would have sufficed, no, you spent your time on your ambitious self and forgot everyone else.
Feeling lonely, you see those less well off, with friends in their surrounds, and you can’t even make a conversation yourself, what a way to spend your time.
Solomon remarked, making love was often just putting a smile on a face, how simple was that. In the hurried life, so much passes you by, so quickly, you hardly notice. He was learning everyday, one thing he could not discount; wisdom is a stream that keeps on running, and it was something everybody in the world needed to drown themselves in, occasionally, amen.
The volcano, 101 years since the passing of their last queen, the locals watch from afar, we can live with the lava but we can’t live if we are poor, Solomon sighed, saw the cattle in the huge pens, being fed till they reach the weight, then to the abbertoir they go, made him wonder, were we all disposable, as far as money matters, we are.
The signs in the sky, the clouds, the re curring events, the pressure on the heart, the stress of so many, something had to give. Hawaii, was the volcano just the start. Amen
He has something to say, you should listen to him, she has a new voice, listen, artists, the small child has words he wants to say, he’s a child no one listens, why. Artists, the great global consciousness, well that was the way it was supposed to be, the collective thoughts contained in their works, be it sculpting, writing poetry, long stories, canvas, all filled with need, their heads and the hearts, pouring into the world their thoughts; man, I wanted to hear those words, they mean something, artists, and what happens, or more important, what is it that this all means. Consciousness, awareness, the need to show, the necessity to open hearts to new pathways.
What in affect happens; down through the centuries, anyone who harboured thoughts that conflicted with the dogma of the ruling class of the day, usually thwarted, unless they had the patronage of the same people, and when some made a break through, difficulty is what they found, resentment caused, labels applied, unwell, not one of us and so on, unless the general populace loved them and defended them.
Solomon was reflecting, there were so many issues, so many you’d be lost in the haze. He read about the difficulties the traditional sources of comfort were having; loss of personnel, message not being absorbed, loss of connection, and so on. In relation to divine enthusiasm, if you based your “art” or “vocation in life”, on the connection overhead (Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, the real one, was saved a few times), a power that hit the peaks at the time of Jesus, you would assume you’d hang onto the connection, not by cheating, but by incorporating the principles in your life. If talent dries up, maybe it’s time for a career change, rather than go fishing for others talents, those less organised as they say; otherwise their divine connection blurs then dies.
Solomon was comparing the times of Jesus Christ, the threats that he had to overcome, the weakness of the believers in the face of miracles, and the regular threat, same today as then, of the already organised machine that controls so many lives. At a time when there has been so many signs, and they are on the way, everyday in fact, the danger of speaking up, saying it as it needs to be said, simply, be brave.
Artists, avenues for thoughts to disperse; there has never been a more needy time for them. Your job won’t matter if the toxic dump leaks into your water supply; and the environment for your children won’t change into positive territory, until you make the effort to improve things; leaving it to your leadership, is the same as waiting for Godot.
Am I a visitor here looking for way home, everywhere I look, ego and fantasy, the meaning of Babylon I suppose, this is no lament, purely an honest observation, hard drugs available everywhere, large numbers depressed, love even harder to find. I was visited by holy spirit, really, discovered wisdom, and the growing threat of demons, where everyone seeks excuses, someone to blame, other than themselves. Love as Leonard Cohen says is all that will survive us. What has to happen is a new outlook, respect for love not the abuse it.
Solomon was saying it straight, if more and more become lost, all those marvellous ego’s will be worth nought. And I haven’t mentioned Donald trump once.
Mr Dylan, we are pleased, to announce, where’s the coffee honey, another one of those crank emails, sure bob, he’s busy writing a song, what you working on, just a dittie dear, trying to find a few choice words, a hum a hum a dee a dee hum do do dee, how’s this honey, refugee’s want to find a home a group of millions that’s there sum, no one wants them they are a liability you see, they remind us of our failings all of them including me, that sounds interesting, what’s it about dear, the refugees everywhere, they are trying to find some space, a place filled with dignity and a little respect.
The world was not short of space or cash, 24 trillion off shore and too many living in the built ups. They are on the phone bob! she says, it’s real, they want to give you an award, what, an award, there’s a crisis going on in front of their noses, why don’t they focus on solving that problem and when they fix it tell them to ring me back.
Solomon was watching the playground of the elite, it was a simple football game but the comparison could not have been more bleak, while they played and complained and ached at every tackle, the children on the coast of France were being moved around like cattle, Solomon understood bob’s unease at the offering of the award, but he pointed them in the right direction, getting them to think and he was not alone, amen.
as if a few of them could not organise a little help, Solomon
shrugged, he’d encountered the Holy Spirit, and that meant the reality of God Most High, prayers were being said and heard, amen.
Who am I, what am I here for, what is it you want from me, is this just a Dylan lament, why all the confusion, why the rant, everyone seeking, identity crisis, the purpose of every life, fill the basket, fill the mind, too busy to think, do you realize you have a mind, it’s going on and on, this perpetual war, drawing you left right and everywhere, identity crisis, what about my mind. I’m young born to this world, what, what are you doing with my head, one day your nice to me, the next you don’t want me around, the numerous children who face the identity crisis every living day.
The fishermen are not all good you know, some just want you to join their cult, the higher the numbers the greater they feel, they all follow me and that’s why you see, how do you pollute the lost, easily, you just throw then something to get interested in, some of them bite, it’s just one of the tactics of the evil minded, trying to get hold of you during your identity crisis.
Solomon was reminiscing on how easy it is to sway some people, particularly if they are young, how they get drawn into all sorts, lose the purpose of their whole being, the reason each and every one was born to, to climb that mountain and reach the heavens, peace in the heart, where the ego didn’t really matter, this is no joke. Jesus warned them there would be deceivers, those trying to thwart good purpose, be alive to the threat he prayed, get down on your knees together, that’s how you defeat these fools, by being as one in Faith and in step with God. He sighed, having encountered the Holy Spirit words came easy, the same way the truth spilled like water from a full glass, no identity crisis in that he smiles, amen.