Music on Monday

Monday, the end of january, the first days of Spring are near, you need to get your head clear, perhaps you need to unwind, music supplies much of what we need. Trying to lose the bias being poured into the mind, well, you heard so much in your years, how can you put those fears aside, where is the space you need, a hundred different emails, a load of tweets, and a host of other messaging services, who can handle the over load. Lets face it, we all have one set of eyes, and our brain has a wide variety of streams, you can’t work the same sections without letting the other parts down, it’s the same as letting down your children, be good to yourself, give your mind a rest, listen to music, you say you have not the time, well, if you don’t want a breakdown, you can always reach of the V’s.

Immigrants wait in the arrivals hall, why don’t they play music, waiting is a bore, apart from the stress, the officials behind the desk, pass paper over and back, oblivious to the needs at the other side of the counter, a little thoughfullness. Those in charge, if you make it too comfortable, you will only encourage others, what a mind set, we are all supposed to welcome guests, oh for the good times, amen.

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Davos and Divorce….

Is either good for us, at least a divorce can help you get out of an abusive relationship, even if the lawyers are the only ones left satisfied, the big smile, what can I do for you, ah, you’ve split up, lets see how we can divide the assets, I hope you have a good accountant too, Davos is a bit like the lawyer part, every year they discuss the well being of the world, the financial well being, no wonder they don’t invite Spiritual leaders, maybe next year, when they come to terms with divine intervention, the stuff they can’t control, and need help with, enough said about Davos. If money can be printed, it can’t be that bad, it’s just a case of who is printing the money, well, when you get into debt that is astronomical, no one is ever going to challenge you, unless you have not too much, then it’s safe to challenge you, the market won’ get upset, even Tigers need a balanced diet.

The oceans, acidic, the environment for children growing up, toxic, so many worthy topics, none of them financial, yet Davos persists, the welfare of the world, not ignoring the billion of so souls living with a disability as the journalist in the paper said, (don’t take credit for the efforts of others, it does not go down well in high places) well, does anything come as close as the welfare of our living environments.

Solomon was looking at the poster, he was in the old church, an Indian Prophesy, what happens when there is no space left to exploit, where do you stop, back track, and all the Davos community can talk about, the financial system, same as spoiled children with too many toys, immune from outside influence, until they have to live in it. Perhaps it’s old prophesy repeating itself, well, at least we have precedent to help us, and remind us too, Goliath, didn’t get the victory expected, the story of our times.

The thousands of fine lives stolen in their prime, cause they said stop, Solomon sighed, as the words came to him, he knew he was getting the help from above, and that was beyond understanding, In Davos, and many other places, amen. The men in Davos, seemed to be touting nationalism, in affect, seeking an effort to rehash the harm many of them already caused for opportunity purposes, well, if your busy as they say, ……

Old Hungry Tired

He looks at the weary old dog, she served him well, was a companion for many years, and always a friend, watched over the children, was wary of strangers, and wasn’t afriad to growl when necessary. attentive, she is old now, her limbs are not the same, as you get old they wear out, limps mostly, but he has an extra cushion for her near the fire, she will live out her days with honour and care.

Solomom sighed, so many old and lonely, men and women, out of the spotlight, out of mind, same as those news stories, once the channel changes, quickly forgotten. The leaders of the world, had they a conscience, they will complain when their dinner is cold, send back the slightly over cooked beef, make a big show of whose boss, while leaving so many elderly, many whose pensions were stolen by their friends, to their own fate. 25 trillion off shore, there has to be a remedy for this.

Solomon encountered the “Spirit”, the heavenly help, had the words, was told to write.  So many old hungry and tired, so many economies stolen from, while the off shore havens, bag the cash, the diva’s worry about their make up, the voices sound off about all that is wrong, speak of their love for Jesus, well, it was time to show it, amen.

Solomon recalled scripture, when did you know me Jesus said,

“when you took care of those less forunate than yourselves, those in need, when you were compassionate, that is when I Know who you are….”

Pablo Escobar

Billions spent on the search, minds applied, technology deployed, resources unlimited, congress approved, when they are interested, there is no shortage of effort, wish the same effort was applied to social needs, they probably just forgot, meanwhile, many years after his death, record levels of drug use across the planet, more and more getting addicted to the gadget by the day, children under more stress than ever, the environment quaking at the seems, sounds as if they spent too much time on Pablo, the cheers that went up in some places the day he died, hardly a breath today, a case of bad management, would you not say. Being poor, it is a struggle, as those in the comfy seats never move aside, while those with the wealth, only want more.

Meanwhile, the technology gained from the death camp experiments in Germany during the great war, used to create the nuclear device, the means of our quick disposal, in the hands of some unsteady men, Pablo understood them better than most. Before the critic in you responds, I don’t advocate drug use, it’s all over the place as we write, it’s just a case of stating what is correct, happy new year, amen.

 

Seventeen years Later.. 9/11

Millions dead later, so many lives destroyed, war when there could have been peace, chaos in many places, and lots of reasons to forgive, and seek it, children online, guidance an issue, all parties, devotees of Jesus, he is mentioned regularly in the Qu’ran too, and forgiveness was his message, don’t return violence for violence, don’t fear what can kill the body, only that which can kill the Spirit, have we learned. A time to reflect, time to put aside national pride, what does it matter when your gone.

Solomon was reflecting, he had many words he could use, but he wanted to keep it short, it would be easy get emotional, it would be easy to rise the anger of many, it is so easy to increase the hurt, why would you, there are plenty already doing that. A new era in terms of world change, many reasons to believe, this life is not the end, and bringing anger with you, was going to solve nothing. Love, the answer to every prayer, amen. Fifty million dead, after the second great war, so many killed there, one day if this keeps up, there would be nothing to count at all, and no one to count either.

Don’t talk to Strangers

Good parental advice, the world is full of deviants, now follow my advice, don’t talk to strangers, the four year old’s are listening, why asks one child, a little more spirited than the others, well, the teacher has a check list, well, they might kidnap you, steal you away and bury you in a forest, steal all your Christmas presents, and… The child is smart, wonders what is in the head of the teacher, paranoia.

Child tells himself, it doesn’t make sense, is everyone really going to kidnap him. Who pollutes the mind he wonders. His friends share their stuff online, weird he thinks. His older brother and sister are always talking to stranger’s online, and no one has kidnapped them yet. paranoia.

Prop them up with fear, well, can you really get away with slapping your child mentally everyday, there is bound to be a reaction sooner or later, children are not stupid. How silly of you, says the head of school, did you not hear of the boy who was grabbed off the street, he was never heard of again, terror.

Feeding the fear, and paying for it later, Solomon sighed, they said the same of Jesus, all those years ago, he was considered a danger to society all those years ago, by society and it’s rulers, an upstart with opinions who challenged them all. Don’t talk to strangers, engage with like minds instead, Solomon sighed, the ghetto mentality has proved worthless, created borders, fired all sorts of hatred, encouraged bias, fueled envy, no.

Enlightenment, amen.

Making The Dough

The struggle to knead it all together, the knuckles push down hard, roll it over and knead some more, wipe the sweat from your brow, the effort in making a little dough, there has to be an easier way, she struggles on, the oven is traditional and the labor is hard, she slides it into the hot furnace, twenty minutes later she pulls out a beautiful sweet smelling loaf, making dough, she feels it for texture, it passes the test, she will serve it with dinner while she eats with the rest, worth it, home made, it tastes as it should, and it brings the family together.

She sits opposite the lawyer, she is an investigator, thrash is her business, the way she makes her dough, she reads the file, it’s a messy divorce, there is money at risk, the client wants the dirt, she understands, finding rubbish and dirt has been her trade mark, it’s been her life, the more she gets the bigger the applause, client satisfaction at the end of the day. He sits in the office, reading the pension status of the target company, wondering how he can find away, around those narrow interpretations, if there is a way he will find it, and will reward himself comfortably.

Law of the jungle, the weakest and the vulnerable matter little, when it comes to the human form, there is a big difference though, the little matter of the divine. Solomon was going through the list of undesirable professions, and wondered how so many got entangled in these dark pursuits, stealing from the vulnerable, and cheating without contempt, he sighed, had seen the Great Spirit, not the fairy tale they thought it was, but the real thing, didn’t they know, that they would all, every one of them, would have to account for themselves one day, of that he had no doubts.

The assault on the sensibilities of the young was upper most on his mind, he had little friends, so he was reminding himself, they need a little help, so he prayed. By putting words on the issue, he was pretty sure, the awareness would be heightened, amen.