The Barney Dolphin Files…

Where is Missus Columbo, who can make head or tale of this, Benny Dolphin smiles, too much routine thinking makes a snipers job too easy, that’s what the security experts say. Barney was being interviewed, where did this wisdom come from, he smirks, Uncle benny is drowning in Pina coladas, low alcohol variety, well Benny is a mature drinker, and most types of alcohol agree with him, his advise is simple, don’t use alcohol in anger, some are afraid of it, it loosens the tongue in people, and that hidden anger some call rage hides within those who have issues, Barney Dolphin has been well advised. Political correct thinking, Benny worries about the debacle in the UK years ago, and the new trend of cancel culture, it’s a dynamite issue that leads to ignorance of reality, as if Jesus didn’t exist, what were they going to cancel next, Christmas!. Also, the warnings of George Orwell, and the other souls, who tried to remind the general populace, were opinions banned then, nanny state thinking. Benny had a nanny of his own for a little while, and while he got a lot of those yummy minty sweets, he never forgot the half crown she sent him on his birthday, well, nanny never forgot him, and he didn’t forget her, even when unable to attend her funeral. Years later its a mute point, but Old Amo and Benny parted on the best of terms, amen.

Barney stands before the counsel of assumed wisdom, they are asking questions in the silent tongue, Barney listens to their accusations, as if they are trying to unhinge him, well, he’s been warned of that also, be like an accountant in front of a client that never appears to listen, you’ll recall the important stuff when it matters and if in doubt, as Jesus says of the Holy Spirit, you’ll be given the words at the time, don’t panic.

In Rome, and other places, the political set are trying to organize affairs, perhaps they need reminding of the words of Jesus, its something everyone should study on a regular basis, they have meanings that are like fresh running water, just keep the thought in mind.

Solomon was thinking of those who thought themselves apparently lost. How there are those, that play ball games with the minds of their children, and seemingly invisible, did they ever consider the days such as these, when the voice would be heard at night by all, a direct reference to the Holy Books, its there to help, remind you, God’s way of telling you, I’m always here, its just the worries you were under, the stress of the modern life, direct references to the parables of Jesus Christ, how the Great God of Abraham and the Holy Prophets always comes to the rescue of His People. How to get your self into that way thinking, that’s the struggle many face, but with God’s help, it’s not impossible.

Common causes, ways to bring the people to one purpose, not the ways of old, but sorting out the issues of today, now. Yes, there were ideas sowed, we need time, the farmer and the seed, its all in the Gospels of Jesus for those seeking immediate clarity, amen.

In a nutshell, if the truth is rarely spoken, read the meaning in the second book of Esdras, amen. A fisherman goes fishing where the fish are, not where they used to be. What catches our interest, where to look, and for the sake of clarity, ignore the pain the Holy Women were put through, that’s a given, we all carry the cross, but in terms of eternity, keep running the race of Faith, amen. And if in doubt, recall the parable of the mustard seed. How such a little seed can do so much, amen. And help cool certain habits that occupy tender hearts as well. Well, where do the prompts come from. As Benny said to Barney Dolphin, there were holy interventions daily, that are missed, amen.

Books are Good for you….

The money may be so important too at times, however, reading, even when reading is hard, you can listen now, your teacher will be glad and perhaps inspired to pass on your example, then what next will you think, the little lift, and what else, amen.

He read boos for inspiration while young, did people live like that then, what’s changed them, then you become a little investigator, in your secret life, a bit of a Nancy, not being picky, just learning bits that one day turn into a rescue plan. Yes, one line of advice helped him determine the value of good listening, not for reasons other that politeness no, the person who gives good advice, rarely are they well paid for it, if you know what I mean….

Yes, thinking the future, your a lamb among a pack of wolves, just recall, Jesus Christ, its truly amazing what faith can bring, the policy maker, or the doctor, the more they know you, lets say that, and learn the many meanings of words, and if your weak or needy when someone approaches you. In doubt, use your phone, your near a camera. And don’t forget to be good to yourself, amen, you need to be lifted as well, and as Jesus says all those years ago, Spirit needs to be minded, amen.

Children love stories…

Barney crow was hungry, the weather was dry, ground hard. it was also very windy, there was no point digging under these conditions. Worms would be too deep. He remained in his nest, thinking Road kill, didn’t like the idea of it, but his father told him that it was all right to think like a lawyer, just not all the time. Paranoia can become you. In his nest, he waited for his mother to return from the mornings visit to delaney’s yard. She’d have a piece of brown bread for him. Mrs Delaney was a friend to the local crow population. Whenever the weather was at the extremes, hot or cold, she always left out food. Mrs delaney’s yard was also an opportunity for all the crows in the neighbourhood to get together, spill the beans on what was going on.

“I don’t know what to do with barney” squawked Rita crow, hopping around on delaney’s tarmac drive, helen crow, a cousin of hers hopped after her.
Jimmy crow was on sentry duty this morning. Perched on a tree overlooking Delaney’s yard, it was his job to observe the surroundings, a cat smooching around waiting to pounce, or worse, an eagle crow, the type of crow that all good living crows hate, a crow cannibal. Jimmy kept his eyes peeled, another simple morning, nothing out of place, the cat asleep on a window still, fine so long as she stays there.

“barney is old enough for sentry duty, he needs a job” squawked Helen crow,
“jimmy’s been doing that for years” answered rita
“he’s getting old, didn’t he miss the cat last week” squawked Helen
“the one that got old Charlie”
“poor Charlie” squawked rita jumping up and down on the spot enforcing the point.
“all feathers and bone, at least he died suddenly” answered Helen.
“how do you know that”
“the shock” answered Helen with a degree of certainty, “shock, it’s worse than stress” she added, continuing to pick some loose crumbs, the big bits gone.
“don’t bring him home anything this morning, just don’t” insisted Helen, picking away.
Rita gobbled the piece of fresh brown bread she’d saved for her only son, barney.
“see you tomorrow” she squawked, flapping her wings, moving slowly then all of a sudden airborne.
“thanks jimmy” she said, passing his tree. Jimmy squawked back, shaking a wing at her.
I’ll take my time, I wont go home straight she told herself. She flew high into the air, above her normal flying height. The gusts were exhilarating, sending her higher. She swooned with delight, she hadn’t done that in a while. High above her, Jeremy hawk was out looking for breakfast. He didn’t like bread crumbs or worms, preferred red meat.
He’d spent the early morning sharpening his claws the way a professional golfer cleans his golf clubs. Always ready, immaculately preened, his golden feathers shone like gold. The only good crow is a dead one he’d say. He waited to identify a lone crow flying, they usually fly in pairs or in great bunches, making it impossible to catch one, for as sure as you go after one of them, the others come after you, and it isn’t easy flying with a bird between your claws and a hundred other ones on your tail, not easy I tell you. Rita flew higher, a gust of wind lifting her at least a hundred feet. Normally she’d be more cautious, and stay within range of home or her friends. This morning she’d a lot on her mind, her troubled son, lazy crow barney. Jimmy’s work was done. Delaneys white speckled tarmac was now jet black, every crumb used up. He could go home now. Checking his feathers, he shook them a few times, then gently dived into the wind. Road kill would have to be breakfast. Road kill being the latest victim of a road traffic accident. She liked badger, his missus, he preferred rabbit though. Between moneygall and roscrea, there were two long stretches of road, making it safe to linger over a dead carcass while you choose the tasty bits. No right thinking crow ate the guts of any animal, just the red meat, the bit full of protein. Sweep high over crow lane, a high density population of crows, he swung left and headed out the moneygall road, his beady eyes trained to the road and hopefully some red furry bits. About one hundred feet over the road, he flew along, wings outstretched, hardly moving, a wind behind him. That looked interesting he thought, dipping his wings to take a closer look. Didn’t like cat, he flew on. He cheered inside, one less enemy to think about. Up ahead he saw two pals of his, in the middle of the road. She’s nice he thought, she being a neice of rita crow, a year younger than himself. If the missus ever gets taken early I’d try her he thought as he came into land.
Jenny crow went pink when she saw him. Her beak bloodied, she squawked him over.
“there’s plenty here” she said invitingly.
“there’s a Toyota truck coming” squawked Anthony, from the side of the road. Jenny and jimmy hopped over to the side of the road and waited.
“that’s good luck” squawked jimmy as the truck ran over the dead fox’s head, squishing it into the road hard.
“what’s good about that” asked jenny trying to make small talk.
Jimmy shook his head, then began to smile. She’s not experienced at all he surmised.
“what happens when the bits get stuck into the road” he asked.
Anthony and jenny shook their heads.

This is too easy he thought, too easy indeed, an insult to a hawk like me he sighed. Jeremy prepared his dive, one swoop and I’ll have her, his plan of attack. A bit of a speed junkie, he’d risen five hundred feet above rita crow, down he went as fast as a torpedo. Squawk squawk squawk, crowed a small gathering of crows as rita flew over them. They all began to dive suddenly. You’d think they’d seen a ghost she smiled as she began a roll. Squawk squawk, she moved left, as Jeremy came in for the kill, missing him, his claws tearing the edges of her feathered wing. She dropped a hundred feet in shock. Jeremy was below her, on the rise again. Trees trees, she needed to find a safe house. Your mine, your mine you lucky bird howled Jeremy, furious with himself for missing the easy kill. Rita knew she’d escaped the first hit, her feathers ruffled, nothing serious. Jeremy waved as rita dived past him, and headed straight for a tall tree. With speed behind her, he’d never catch her, not today.

Anthony jenny and jimmy sat at a tree, and waited. A hundred feet from the site of the dead road kill fox, they waited.
“is this necessary” asked Anthony, anxious to get home and report in.
“wait” squawked jimmy.
Jenny preened herself, dusting her feathers, cleaning red specks off her beak. Anthony gave her the dirtiest of looks. She’s only doing it for your man.

Rita crow made it back to her nest on crow lane, a longish lane of trees, of varying height, all crow high rises. Rita lived in the last high rise. Flustered and sweaty, she was relieved to be home and in one piece apart from a feather missing on her left wing. Landing beside her nest, barney crow sat up.
“ma are you all right” he asked, seeing her a little dazed.
“ma are you all right, your only interested in food, he almost got me” she squawked.
“who” asked barney.

Jimmy smiled. A magpie had arrived at the scene of the road kill. He nudged jenny softly and said.
“he’s deaf, he wont hear the next truck coming until it’s too late”.
The three of them watched as felim magpie dug his beak into the road, chipping away at the fox head that was totally squished into the road.
“they’re greedy feckers” smiled jimmy noticing a truck in the distance.
“I’m going home” announced Anthony impatiently.
“wait” howled jimmy.

The truck got nearer and nearer, magpie stuck in the carcass.
“feck” shouted jimmy, as felim magpie escaped death.
“next time he might not be so lucky” he sighed, as the three of them lifted off the branch they were on and headed home.

Chapter 2

“have they no respect” squawked rita crow out loud as jenny crow flew over the nest she lived in, six male crows after her.
“what do you mean ma” asked barney, snug in a corner.
Rita looked at him, shaking her head in disbelief.
“where was daddy last night” enquired barney, still sleepy eyed.
I wish the hawk got him sighed rita to herself, but smiled instead, not bothering to answer. I didn’t mean that she added, thinking to herself. To wish bad luck on another crow was like inviting death to the family. A local brewery in town emptied the remains of old beer tanks into a large Vat once a week. Paddy crow, rita’s partner had a softness for beer. Rita herself, was a pioneer, a crow that did not drink alcohol. Paddy was probably hung over in some tree.

This is a disgrace. A hawk like me eating cheap road kill, who’d believe it sighed Jeremy hawk, glad of the bits of mashed badger flesh between his claws as he lifted off the road and headed to a far away tree. I used to eat lamb, until they started using the shot gun, they being the local farmers. He complained and complained to himself while he ate his way through the strings of meat, remembering the old times. The sky used to be an orchard, various food options to choose from, like plucking apples from a tree, you hardly had to shake a wing at them. The very sight of me used to bring on cardiac arrest he frowned, still picking away, still remembering. A sharp noise, a reminder of past times, alerted him, chainsaw. Roaring and crackling loudly, the noise was unavoidable, meant one thing, homelessness. A loud crack, gone sighed Jeremy, still tucking into his road kill meal, that all of a sudden was so tasty.

Rita, helen, jimmy shook their heads in disbelief. Can’t be happening. The middle tree on wheel barrow lane was now bush on the ground.
“No time for the young ones to escape, at least twenty crows dead I’d say” quipped Helen crow matter of factly. Jimmy looked over at her, not happy at all.
“we’re next” cried rita, wiping her eyes with a wing. Jimmy put a wing around her for comfort.
“don’t fret, don’t fret” sighed jimmy.
“we’ll be homeless if this continues, all of us” squawked rita.

Wheel barrow lane was two lanes up from crow lane, where rita, helen, and jimmy lived. No crows lived in wheel barrow lane, but other smaller birds did such as sparrows and finches, the trees there being short and stumpy, but to every crow a tree was a home, or at least a refuge from a flying vulture. But rita was correct in her assumptions. If they cut down all of wheel barrow lane, they’d be one lane closer to crow lane. Like the artic ice, once plentiful, it was now scarce, putting the entire human and animal world in jeopardy. So it was with the trees and the crows. All birds would be in trouble if the trees disappeared. A good plan was all that was needed, at the very least decided rita, more composed with herself, on her way back to her nest. Barney sat up quickly once he heard his mother approach. He wanted to appear alert. He’d even a few worms for her gathered up that morning, a surprise for her. She’ll like that he thought as she landed on the branch beside him.
“happy mothers day” smiled barney, a heap of worms at his feet.
“ah barney” replied rita, her eyes teary looking.
Barney crow you did it again.

and what happens on crow lane could….the story continues….

Jesus and Peace…

(Thoughts to direct you to the teachings of Eternal life)

Islam, Judaism, Christianity, the others, Jesus is central to them all. Jesus and the second understanding, a second reading, a new understanding, the truth so many have been waiting for, they slugged it out, were patient, went through their ordeals, what joy it is, to know you will be rewarded, amen. The peace inside, how does it figure today. Pictures of conflict, the extreme try to push their opinions, there are those intent on having their way, who will exhaust themselves while losing what they thought was secure, a story from the apostles, its in the book, you can read it yourself.

Peace and the meaning of it, the tools have been made clear. How you used them, perhaps those about you, were misleading, worrying about something else, perhaps they thought you were old, beyond all that. but now as you are aware, you will have a meeting you can’t refuse to attend, there your truth will light or go out, depending on your legacy.

In one part of the world, rapid changes, frightening events, dust and bombed out buildings in other places, individuals in other places, seeking power, and others, chasing their reputations, don’t they know the only reputation will be divinely approved, nowhere else, and of course in the midst of all this, great signs appear, well, its your Heavenly Father calling, the Spirit giver, taking a look at what was provided for the Spirit’s Advancement. In the middle of the signs, the people seek clarity, not a list of entitlements, if that’s their line of reasoning, those that put them up to it, face an even stronger response. Spirit put at risk won’t be allowed, amen.

Peace and that constant ache in so many lives, makes it reasonable of Jesus, to offer stark warnings to those who betray the spirit, or undermine it, it belongs to One, and who can stand against that power, amen. The men and women fighting, both sides feel justified in part, the world belongs to the creator, the wisdom is given to help all live fruitful lives, so the Spirit, when allowed to grow strong, how it makes such a difference. Peace outcomes are much easier, and those that end of murdering others, live in regret at their actions, hoping one day, they will be shown mercy.

In the middle of such thoughts, its not impossible to believe, that the world can change dramatically very quickly, and given the connection of Jesus to the Holy Father, it would seem almost too simple, to believe how, a general teaching of the ways of Jesus Christ, the Messiah, can change things dramatically too. Those who have been forgiven much have much to be compassionate about, and even the parable is told, the two debtors, and others similar, to express what is expected of us, amen.

The Library Report

They read more, they concentrate more, they are looking forward, they reach out, and this trend is creating future opportunities. The basic school method, you read, the bed time story, you listen, your young, the imagination fills, new thoughts, no longer blinded by the machine, you have the use of both, you can put it down, you can pick it up, its not like an alarm bell beside you, it doesn’t signal an emergency, there are no spitfires needed, its ordinary stuff, you leave the phone down, you think of what you have to do, your in focus, in a very calm place, there are helpers and signs, you arrive in a world where you have guides ready to help you, this is the energy you bring to life, reading. Its almost a parable you have walked into. Where do you find such space and help, what other resource gives such a return. Solomon sighed, the teachers and helpers along the way, they pointed you to places, and years later, you fondly recall their efforts. Sure it was living up, but you lived up to it, and now you recall, the effort. Solomon puts words down to open the thought chain, the nudging of others, there is this Holy Inheritence, and it does things, amen.

Dante’s Porridge

Step in here, the contestants enter sludge valley, its a standing game, the more you struggle, the lower you sink, and guess what the sludge contains, goat juice special brew, the contestants struggle, is this celebrities in trouble, the new show on the Mullingar channel, they struggle, the crawlies are around the waist now, breathing, the move, you sink a little lower, the belly, then the chest, your conscience tumbles, more fretting, your up to your neck in trouble, the crawlies are over your face, the lower lip, you start to swallow sludge, until you fill up, then you are at the starting gate again, have you learned anything the host asks, the sludge, I’ll think slowly, no angry thoughts, you hold the position a little longer, others pass you out, what, have they a thirst for goat juice supreme, you make a little laugh, more time, your a sonder commando, your piling up the corpses, how will you escape this, you try not to think, only this, the thought of getting out and making it known, the extent of the deception, mass liquidation of your people.

Now your thinking of others, you rise in the sludge, thinking of the welfare of others, your reaching out, your finding hope in the most hopeless of places, or your Mrs Carey with a twenty footer for a half, she studies the line, the line is taken, have no doubts, she strokes the ball, rolls it, watches it close on the hole, the ball turns slightly, drops into the cup, the other players can’t believe it, she has done it again. On the putting green she was helpful to all, she didn’t choose, she reached out, the game is to be enjoyed, your all equal on the golf course, the lessons games teaches us, when your allowed to play, well, there are those who live in a world of torment, what game is this, they look back, they recall the names of those they lost, so ,many of them, what a drug to have to endure, makes you pliable, same as a hungry child with nothing on the mind but food, will grab the first hand that offers, just eats, how easy it is to cause such a vulnerable mindset, and those who know of this, what chances the child with the open heart, amen.

Francis, Francis, who is offering you the help through third parties, so say, there is too much of a political bias involved, who planted such thoughts, ask, so they corral you with worry, why, what is their goal, so many simple options missed, amen.

In a far and away place, the woman smiles, she prays, she see’s his face, he smiles back, I thought it might be of help to you, you were always kind, and as for those who surround you, don’t worry, the Power of Eternity is here, and those that invade such thoughts, don’t cherry pick, many great insights were lost, as some try to take credit, I said this, I said that, trying to find favor like sycophants at times, and they think, Solomon smiled, the beach scenes, Benny Dolphin is on the sand, Cynthia Coral is lying beside him, they are discussing the oceans, what a mess they leave, and the promises, don’t worry. When Phillip smiled, at the truth of the story of the throne in the Sky, the shared moment of Joy, its great to get the connection, and as he, Phillip says, what a privilege is that, shown to few. Imagine Esdras and Uriel talking the talk, and now, all those years later, amen. The pain is gone, the breathing is fine, a good sleep, a sweet reward, just believe, amen.

Mr Carey seeks his rest….

Peace in the heart, peace on the streets, would they just stop, those poisoning the children, new ideas please, he takes the thoughts into his heart, the Eternal One listens to those, who are devout in their ways, and pays close attention to their earthly journey, don’t despair, find a space in that company, you will be gladly surprised.

He sits up in the bed, the thoughts, where do they come from, the other anxieties, the ability to read the future, a harbinger of many things, he is given insight, and he prays diligently. Solomon smiled at the happy journeys he shared with his brother, the visit to the old bog, gathering the turf, the trailer full of the harvest, the midgets that were escaped, the stop for a bite to eat, always with a happy face.

Years later, Mrs Carey is tending to the needs of her neighbor, her home is kept safe, she walks in the door at all hours, her son, waiting for her, she didn’t worry when she came in, the welcome home guaranteed, what luck is that to have, your in her cluster of interest, what would the reception be like, Solomon recalls the great light in the foyer, the church he stops into, he is on his way to the removal of Mrs Carey, her spirit has already moved on. Mr Carey, Dear Brother, you were there to assist her, those ordinary chores so helpful, a great welcome awaits you, when you are ready, amen.

Jesus is talking to those who are getting ready to follow him, they are very keen, some wish to go back and sort out their family relationships, Jesus tells them, there father is the Father of the Living, not the dead, he is saying in other words, that those who pass on believing, they have no death to fear, in short, worry about the living today, amen. In the same mindset, Jesus reminds the rule conscious pharisee’s, of the fate that awaits those who make the harvest more difficult than it should be, especially if you claim to lead them in the Spirit, amen.

Solomon recalls a meeting, his brother, they are talking about the mighty ways the Almighty acts, and the warnings that are given, in the hope, that those of the Spirit, don’t collapse under pressure of other news, remember the One, who can turn back storms, amen.

Elijah and the crystal bowl

The man of worries sits on the throne, and knows that time is more precious than ever. He calls out to the Almighty, the help, where is it. A messenger brings him news, the hope has arrived, the prayers begin to flow from the throne. In his midst though, there are those who are like the pharisee’s of old, they don’t want to change, they are like the tenants in the vineyard, we’ll get the throne they think. The Almighty sends even more signs, those who were trying to steal the vineyard, become confused, are turned into babbling fools, while the changes are explained to the Holy Man, amen.

YeraC

The back to front zip, the other way around, what is the meaning, radio waves, what a way to sign, right to left, is the world the opposite way around. The mirror reader, the thieves of the tap, they have stories, what about the cloud, sign of divine intervention, what software can excuse itself, or what were they doing for the last thirty years, what is their answer to the use of the great technology, Solomon wonders, the head bangers, how the rhythm flows. They need new ideas to get over their issues, so they steal them also, what happens when you steal from those with Holy Providence in mind, will they be asked to account, or will it be the case of the prophets of old and Jesus, who warned them, what they would be held accountable for, amen.

Whats this, they are making war again, the loss of all those years, how many eye days did they loose, the cloud arrives on the most significant of dates, what will the one who sends it think, these spies withheld news of divine intervention, and there were those, who tried to own the news, and steal spirit trust accordingly, what do they feel in the west, Solomon was eating his Mexican breakfast, a reminder of Miss A.M.Dooley, and while they interfered with plans, would they be part of the reason for her early demise, what will the lord of Heaven make of them, amen. So what happened to Barney the Cat, he thinks, a Mullingar Feature story in the making, amen.

Is there an asylum in outer space he wondered, amen.

The walk along the front, in other places, they are free of them, the weather man thinks, the computer is not affective at understanding new words, Solomon thinks of tortmagasm, the lawyers joy at the stack of cases, delivered into the pockets, so much to amend, and the best of it, amen, they cost their own as well.

Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass

Solomon smiled, Murphy called him Uncle Herb. The music of the Mexican People, that jumpy sound, your feet move, you look across the room a lady smiles, you smile back, want to dance, the joyful noise, everyone enjoyed it, it was not that long ago amen.

Music unites the soul, in times of difficult or trouble, music takes you places inside, and that need to relax, or find space, so importanto.

Solomon recalls the musical influences in his life and recalls the dream of his friend, Miss A.M.Dooley, the lady poet. Her love of music, Mary Chapin Carpenter, and many others, how they held her together, when life was so difficult, amen. Open the ears, amen. Sing and dance, Holy Words, amen.

Mexico, the great film scores, the magnificent 7, the number 7, Mrs Carey’s rescue club long before it became the standard, lets not let the bias of a few temper your judgement, amen.

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