Self Image

Who am I, the thoughts in that head, where did they come from, where was the nurture, who encouraged them, was it all an accident, are we chosen. The thoughts run through the mind, the ideas that rise and fade, the morning workout, the night time surf, the eyes, you didn’t see that, the quite footsteps, seriously, like a thief in the night. Image, Solomon

was looking in a window, if he was hungry it was a restaurant, if it was a bookstore it was a mind, the world to him was a menu of choices, was that the message that needed to be shouted out loud. Look, try another one, she won’t notice, she raises the hem of her dress, you want some, seductive or not, choices. the menu was a living one.

The trek to another part of the world, to perform the obscene, then the trip home, the flowers and the presents, got away with that you think, choices. What choice did a child have, depended on the example around them, self image, they do we do, amen. Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, it was not delusion, and the events in his life, were, just that, out of this world, so long as you make good choices, amen.

Cover Up

She puts on her robes, dresses the traditional way, covers up. Women pass her on the street, they look at her, odd they think, who’d want to cover up. She spends five minutes preparing to go out, they spend an hour worrying about how they look, who was covering up. She doesn’t seek the admiring glances of men, she has no intention to tease. It’s odd she thinks, the way some seek the attention, when they ought to seek happiness. One day they will understand.

the child comes homes after school, the welcome is personal, his mother is waiting for him, They discuss the school, what did you learn today, no stones no anxieties, they chat about the news, he tells her what he is doing, about the school trip next week. She smiles as she watches him leave the dining room, he is heading off to see friends.

The morning is a rush, they rush will begin in less than an hour, and they have to travel. They both “work”, and across town takes at least a good half hour. Come on Johnny hurry up, come on, you’ll be late, will you get your son to move she sighs, she has an early meeting, it’s her review. he rushes cereal, take it with you, she hands him a fruit bar, come on, hurry up, we’ll be late. They bunch into the van/car.

Perception sighed Solomon, there were those who thrived on attention, and those who suffered on account of the lack of it. One day they’d learn. If they gave half the attention to what was important, what a difference it would make. Imagine, going down the street, and everyone looking at the faces rather than the rear ends, where did that idea come from, cover up I suppose. Happy B day.

 

The Old Bishop

 

Scandal is a word, a condition of the mind, the fear we have of others, the behaviour of those we mind, the old man with a young heart, competing with the old men with no hearts, so it seems. They remember the expensive wine, the beautiful young woman, and how they fell in love, how did that happen, what a scandal they fumed.

Solomon was recalling an old warrior, who had passed to the next world, Eamon Casey is his name, a bishop who enjoyed good wine, rich company and a smile. He was sure God was welcoming him home, if only they were more humane he sighed, amen.

Word Power

get up and walk, get up and walk, the man got up and walked. In the beginning, words, in the end, words, the power of thought, the power of God within, it’s waiting to to awoken in you, it’s that simple. It was no blind comment, the proof was 2,000 years old. It was not an if, or a maybe, it was written in ancient civilizations. The pyramids, the holy sites, the visions of the prophets. it was not rocket science. Solomon was reading an old book, well new in one way, it was only 130 years old, a blip in our life history. He sighed ,why didn’t they explain it in the simple way it was given to them, this life was a transition, there was more to come. Well, if they fill your heads with all that is this world, what else will you think. Blind the mind, burn the heart, and survive, don’t think so, amen.

Beat Me Up Scotty

The first blow sends her into shock, she has never seen him this way. The expression on her face shocks him, she has never seen her that way either. She feels her face, rubs the cheek, feels for anything broken. His adrenaline gets a hit, he is shocked at it. I’ll never do that again he swears. They embrace, he rubs her face, she is afraid, it will never happen again babe. The trust she has, is shaken, but she forgives him, it wont happen again. He’s a record of doing it. He knows how women cowl, give in and blame themselves. Love is a very potent form of dependency for those who already feel vulnerable.

Blood on her face, he is getting high on it, the kick to the ribs, her arms go defensive, he is getting excited she is worried about the kids, doesn’t want the neighbors to find out either. It’s repeated every few months, the doctor ignores the bruises, her friends had stopped calling round, just when she needs them, she is all alone. Blames herself, Stop. The angels were in the room watching, sends the helpers. Artists write songs, authors put words on it, social services call to the house. Dudes, didn’t you know there is a God!. Solomon was not in doubt, he had seen so much, it was enlightening. In a moment God could turn everyone into babbling fools, as sure as he allowed those with his Spirit to perform miracles, amen.

Being Yourself

She sits on the couch, like a child, no reverence for social games, she is a child. The important people watch and smile, pay no attention to her, she is being normal, acting as a child. Enter the socially correct, the watchers from afar, what is she doing, this is an adult meeting, she is only a child, but it’s her home. Being yourself, how rare is that in the world. Solomon was after reading an article, yes, It was about the “Donald” again. His loyal assistant sits on the couch, knees up, in the presidential office. Solomon recalled a time, many years before, JFK and the picture of his children, playing in the same office, a family man. It was no secret, but being yourself in a world of political correctness was not easy, caring more what other people think of you than you thought yourself of yourself. Pathological liars came to mind, the socially deceptive, con men, fraudsters, ponzi schemers too. If more of us were ourselves rather than strangers,what a difference it would be.

No one made a fool out of God, but they made fools out of others regularly. Having encountered many inspiring events, a visit from the Holy Spirit, clouds, and more, Solomon knew that God Most High was oh so real, not the imaginary character or myth, many alluded to. The same morning he read the article of the discovery of the the remains of old Babylonian palace, unearthed, when the Iraqi forces retook a town. It brought to life, the old bible tale of the Assyrians, as mentioned in the Holy Scriptures. It was never a better time to be yourself. Everyone seeks truth in a world where corrupt news flourishes.

Panic Attacks

can’t sleep, can’t think, I’m going to drown, i can’t eat, no buzz from the TV, the soaps no longer is attractive, can’t concentrate, chaos, it sounds like the morning of the super bowl, and your the quarter back, well it isn’t, the old guard have realized it’s no longer the same, and in some ways we have Donald Trump to thank, and the series of extreme thinkers, the political far right, they have wakened to world, and the heart is rising again in the strangest of places, amen. Okay, lets admit it, we don’t want the neat cappuccino set explain the world to us, and those who have their style guru advising them what to wear every morning, do we! Building their own Kingdoms while complaining about the current status of the competition, is in no ones interest only theirs. Ordinary people have come to realize they can have a say in matters after all, and isn’t that empowerment, as all the new age guru’s say. Perhaps you could be in Love, that’s another matter.

Solomon was after reading a story, and it reminded him of our need for Love and how easy it is to try to control it. In a nutshell, if you put the Love of God ahead of your own love, you have a perfect outcome. I’m seeing someone else she says, he hits a deep depression, rage anger sexual jealousy, I’ve lost her, I’ll get even, must ring the friends, warn them, panic attack, hot breath, deep chest movements, bitch, she is smiling as she says it too. Who is he, God she smiles, he suddenly relaxes, who can compete with that, no one, panic attack over, amen.