The Constant Complainer

News, bad, something to complain about, something to hide behind, as you research and fill your head, darn, does that sound right, and that over there, did you see that, and did you see that, the short dress, what a disaster, what are we going to do, everything is a mess, but did you see the new I phone, no but i hear there is a new distraction, just fill the head, cram the thought process, what is the word, framing, set the brain up, the head fills up, add a few problems, add some gloom, after a while, what was that you were thinking, the words that came out of your mouth, a forgotten experience, while you try to decipher what you meant, does that sound okay, it’s okay, they are smiling, haven’t lost it, they are still talking to me. The constant push, the effort to dampen all wise thought, create guilt, why not go for a drink, go shopping, it’ll take your mind off it, then compare it to the all knowing God, imagine the stress on love, imagine it, as Jesus says, God is in all of you, great, with so much stuff going on, how is it possible make space, how easy it is to lose it all. And they say God does not listen, it’s simply a question that we can’t find him, nothing could be simpler.

The gloom merchants, give them money, steal their money, do whatever, just focus there attention on all that is wrong, push the agenda, you will eventually wear them all out. And when they are tired, you will be able to fish them. Wasn’t Jesus tempted in the desert after many days without, thirsty, tired, lonely, who would have been able to withstand it, and give in to the world rather than the future to come. Solomon asked wisdom for help regularly, and when he did, the answers just flowed, when he was distracted easily, it was easy to be all over the place. The struggle as they call it, is simply this; are you going to let the earthly treasures suck you up, or are you going to rise the loving spirit, the choice, amen. It’s easier to listen to the constant complainers, the arguments they use, so cohesive, he said that, she has a reputation, we ought to listen, they have clout, amen.

Well, now that the light of heaven has arrived, i think life will be much sweeter, as the evil minded are turned into babbling fools, and the old networks are removed, the way asbestos is removed from the world, safely.  When the righteous hearts agree, amazing things happen, when the heart of God is moved, nothing is impossible. It is that simple. amen.

The Small Child

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e put his head down, the friends had gone home, he was there on his own. His friends made him forget, there were the good times, the way you can forget your troubles, the way the heart is put at ease. He watched from the window, the memories he had, they would stay with him for a while.

The need to escape, the routes we choose, the lonely walk the friends you meet along the way. Solomon was thinking, the refugee in all of us, and what an arrogant world so often forgot, the fate of others, it was their greatest mistake, trying to ignore it all. The mother is in a state, she will be beating him when the booze goes over the meter, and the neighbors will turn up the television, in the hope they wont hear and simply forget.

There was an appeal for help, the father held his small son, it was all he had,. his son, the warm arms of his prayerful father, Solomon was asking the Chief, to remind those in authority they had, this man was calling out loud, 24 trillion off shore, what was the excuse this time, amen. I’m hungry he sighs, his fathers eyes fill with tears, soon he replies. The famine in the hearts, and the need for a response, amen.

Blessings

written two thousand seven hundred and twenty three days ago almost, give or take an hour or two, well close on that time. He meant to say years, but the sun was high in the sky, and it was hot, was it sun stroke, Ezra is walking around the wild flower field, he’s talking with the angel, so real, he is both amazed and frightened, not frightened in the sense of today, but frightened at the scale of the disclosure, there’s loads of blessings stored up, the holy grail of help. The angel is humming a Johnny cash tune, what’s that smiles Ezra, he likes the beat, down down down in a blazing ring of fire, down down…is that a sad tune your humming asks Ezra, momentarily distracted, the mornings work has been a load, something the angel knows. to ease the mood he picked a tune from the future to help Ezra relax, for some reason Johnny cash was in his brain jukebox.

The humming stops, the angel smiles, nice tune isn’t it, Ezra nods, now back to business says the angel, i don’t want to loose the job and the boss expects results. Ezra raises his eyebrows, i’m listening, come on. yeah, blessings, it’s a treasure chest, once you unlock it, well, they are there for the taking but you have to earn it that’s all. How do we do that thought Ezra excited, am i going to win a camel,

maybe my own water well too, what a blessing he smiled, i’ll have all i need, and we will have water for ever too.

Solomon was reading Ezra, the ancient writings. Interesting stuff. The Faith to believe was in deed the gift. amen There are blessings stored up, to be poured out, you just have to be able to receive them. So that’s what they meant, the words always confused him, to those who have more will be given, faith he sighed. He saw her on the street, he saw them everywhere, everywhere the faith was working, new looking people, amen.

Global Warming

“you mean we aren’t responsible for global warming” asked daisy, who was seated at the rear of the class. it was a bunch of ten year olds, Solomon was filling in for the regular teacher, had no class prepared, the head teacher just asked him to supervise, kill the hour with them, surf the net, whatever, so long as they don’t make noise, okay!.

He sounds like my elderly aunt he thought as he walked the corridor, thinking, what would be a good subject to chat about, he was a good talker, and children love good stories. What’s in their own interests, make it personal for them, but not too personal. My Dad is an alcoholic and my mother is in rehab, how cool is that, no, not that reality, a little else, what is in the interests of children. They like animals, who doesn’t, they

like flowers, is this cheesy he thought as he entered the class. It was his first week as a newly trained teacher and he was getting used to it. Being a role model in the lives of the young was a big responsibility, they ought to pay us more he thought, his hand feeling the credit card bill he slipped into his pocket that morning, half his first weeks wages would go with it.

Mrs Murphy is sick and I’ll be taking over the hour he said.

He wrote on the board, in big letters. 70% of the worlds species are extinct or facing extinction.

Are we responsible for killing animals said daisy, whose father was a farmer, as well as thrashing the environment. My dad says you have to drill twice as deep these days to get clean water.

You are not responsible for global warning either, we are, my generation are!

so what are you going to do to fix it then asked Aaron. We can always hire a lawyer and force you by the way, that’s what they say, if they damage your prospects make them pay.  Can children take lawsuits to force the government to do the right thing regards the environment asked another ten year old.

Aaron turned around, if they can impeach Donald they can do anything. Trumpie!!

Our World

One parent, a working mother, a father that rarely visits, who loves you baby, the lament of many young hearts, am i not good enough, might as well try the internet, least i’ll find some friends there. He scrolls the page, clicks and flicks, millions are doing it daily, probably more, self serving celebrity, pours out the drama, hey, i have another follower, the positive you know, the kid doesn’t know.  The dark mind, reads the heads, has a little help from the demon, knows how the spirit works, lead them on, push them over the cliff, got you. A game they called it,  Solomon was reading the text line on the TV, the online bullying saga was getting more press, it wasn’t a recent issue, been going on for years, at least it was the news, did they forget the obvious, society needs to readjust, to set new guidelines, children need parents not child minders amen.

Years before he listened to criticism of the closed society, and how it wanted to limit the free for all access to the online world, and how the so called society in question and all its’ past issues were suddenly highlighted again, in order to kill thought on the subject, access to the online world. A little organisation could fix this he sighed, if they could send space ships and land them on the moon, what was the problem with a little cyber patrol, just saying. So many children lacked the full support so many took for granted today, our world had changed, amen. A

positive imagination got positive results.

Where’s The Bread

Solomon wondered what the ancient scriptures meant, spent time working them out, after all, many conflicts were started over the misinterpretation of same, and any light on the situation might help the problem from not repeating. Organised religion was too worried about organisation and regulation to give it serious thought, not surprising, their differences seemed to get wider, while they all offered praise to God Most High. You fed me, you gave me shelter, you healed my thirst, you were there for me, basically, you were a friend, amen. was it that simple. How many careers were made by those pretending to be devout, how many politicians found their power from it’s clout. How many chose the side they thought would win, where’s the bread you mean, amen.

Power

Scheming politician, wants to get to the top, demon, knows he can use him, knows how to arrange the job, fills him with pride, gives him ideas that are not his, fills him with ego, even helps him to get high, spots the power people in the arena, those in society that have influence and are listened to.  Over eager church leader, wants to spread the news, is willing to use any means, uses the excuse of ancient wars, they died then so what about a little deceit now. Power Man of God, of real spirit, entertains all who believe, does not restrict himself to those of a particular faith, is the good Samaritan. Church leader complains, it’s a dinner party, the election is in the near future, anything i can help you with asks the politician, he intends to be in power for his entire life, know he needs the support of the Church Leader if he is to achieve it, the people are afraid of this man, he has spies in every neighborhood, do him a favour and he’ll repay you well, it’s one of his charms.

“We can’t allow him anymore success, he supports the others” The others are good believers, they just have a few differences when they are dictated to and when power is visibly abused, they are true followers of the words of Jesus, Samaritans.

Plans are made to undermine, the flow of the Holy Spirit is interfered with, the politician gets his way, the church leader gets his victim, dominance is the way forward, they have absolute power, amen.

Many years later, the politician and the church leader are on the floor, their power taken away, while the Spirit of the good Samaritan rises to the top again, fools are those who think they can usurp the power of God. Solomon was recalling real time events, and how the Great God levels the playing field. He noticed lately, how those of so called good standing had tried to plant insecurity into his life, when they should have been doing the opposite. There is a God of Heaven and Earth, something he could remind them of, with a few simple words, amen. Don’t covet power but seek wisdom instead, amen.