“What A Difference A Day Makes(commercial and video) — AMERICA ON COFFEE

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Scripture for Saturday, October 21 (10/21) — Inspirations By Katheryn

The scripture for today, October 21 (10/21), is Proverbs 10:21 as found in the Old Testament of the Bible: “The lips of the righteous nourish many, but fools die for lack of judgment.” What do you talk about during the day? Do you use proper judgment? Do you nourish others by what you say to them? Are […]

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The Chase

A waltz that never ends till the last breath leave you, the story of your life the start, the care, the nurture, the ageing, the disabilities and the truth of who you are, the chase. Life is more than this, have you often spun those words around in your head, there has to be more than this, it’s a phrase so many have spoken, what is it that we are living for. What is the role of your existence, it’s the billion dollar question so many want the answer to, who are we.

Fulfillment comes in many guises, the house is not big enough and my libido sucks, if i had a younger partner and a larger house, then i might be happy. Wasn’t it a paradox, the more you are of this world the more disappointing it becomes. Spiritual faith was the anchor to keeping your feet on the ground. It promoted a certain way of thinking, and it decided how you treated others, it was not complicated, it certainly wasn’t a chase for worldly riches.

You are old and you need medical assistance, you didn’t pay enough insurance, and you discover you now can’t access it. The world according to the material, and the world according to the Spiritual, one could invoke the help of God Most High, the other could invoke the help of men, one was free choice, the other came with a price. Solomon had a meeting with a non believer, a sturdy non believer, practical. He didn’t share the faith, but then again he could not imagine the experience.

There is calm in the house, there is no demon running in and out, the voices are soft. In a matter of days, the world had calmed. We are top of the tree when it comes to using free will, we can decide to alter our ways any day we chose. When addicted to the material, you can see the hardship that means, no peace of mind, and conditions on everything we do. To make ourselves feel good we compare others to ourselves, at least we are not like those.

A movie is showing and it’s all about life and death, and the consequences of harm and the dreadful punishments that occur. In the early times, they tied the man to the chair, and burned him with electricity, the same power that keeps the kitchen working. Gross they say, how could they act that way. Solomon sighed, in some places they behead people, chop the damn thing off, it sounded as if it was something real bad, it was how it was said.

The chase, what did you think of the Islamic Faith, what did you think of the christian faith, what did you think of the Jewish faith, what did you think of all these groups, many in conflict over the same question, who is God, or what is God, where to find God, a chase. The flowers came in many colors, the birds too, all nature was different, but it all supported the same living environment. Who why or what, if you believed, you were the good Samaritan, amen, the simplicity of Jesus, chase over.

My Fault

It was not the reaction, it was the ardent hate, it wasn’t Nazi Germany, it was twenty first century first world thinking, an elite with their hands on power, assuming they were going to be as successful as those they replaced. Modern world power, we control the mind, we fill the media, we use others, the way a mob boss does, you don’t rise to the top unless your dirty, examples of it written all over the place, was it my fault she said. The oceans are clean, the off shore theft continues, water supplies are getting cleaner, there is more money in existence than ever before, the machines that print it, the legal schemes that create it, how can it survive, when it ignores wisdom. My fault.

Solomon had the proof of divine interventions, had encountered the Holy Spirit. Revelation was filling the airwaves, new truths coming out everyday, as if preparing the people for change, my fault.

The lamb

 

he shares easily and she knows it, he’s the lamb on the table, he is the meal at the end of the day, whoever provides the resources wins all the accolades, the reaction to the doner as temporary as an umbrella on a rainy day, once the rain is over there will be no use for it, once the money is gone the same reaction will be disappointing again

, the lamb never knows until they have him, and then he is gone. Life is like that sighed Solomon, impatience then assistance then deliverance from what there was, depends where you lie at the moment, are you a farmer or are you just another ram. The expression was a surprise, it wasn’t something unexpected, but the mask fell from the face, he could see clearly behind it, this was not a place for lambs, neither was the city for the new arrival or the refugee.

society was layers of folks, each trying to get to the next level, once the resources were secure, they were no different to those they complained about, it was something human and it was not very humanizing, amen. The face of the deceiver, could be a lamb one moment a demon the next, did everyone change as soon as the situation improved, the only thought more of the new lets forget about where we came from, was that it, amen.

One Smile

her eyes sagged a little, the chirpy smile was missing, it had been there a long while, he noticed the first day he entered, there was great spirit in her eye, he knew that he was in loves great care, and so he felt good every time he visited there, she has the eyes of a mother the heart of a lover, lucky woman he sighed, to be a friend of hers, awesome he sighed.

Solomon smiled, there were those he met who brought out the sunshine inside, in real time, how was that for awesome, and good at the coffee too.

Gandhi

happy birthday Mr Gandhi, the guest is after arriving, and he has a present for the great man, a bowl of peace, just what i was seeking said the octogenarian, well, he is a little older but his spirit is still young, and he has been restless in the pursuit of a peaceful world, his guest, smiles. What do you want to ask me says the old man, who suddenly stops and apologizes for not offering his guest some tea on the veranda. He has traveled a long distance, to seek the wisdom of the peace activist. There is great concern in the world, so many areas of conflict, and the leaders in situ seem out of touch, the wise oracle is badly needed.

No sugar, i’m sweet enough says his guest. There is a tray of biscuits on the table, Mr Gandhi reaches for one and dips one into his tea, a habit i picked up from the english,  he smiles, as he dips it a second time, oops, he lets the biscuit linger and it all falls in. Going to the same place anyway he smiles patting his tummy.

Peace Mr Gandhi, how did you manage it. Mr Gandhi has a childlike smile, his face is radiant, how i got into this place you mean, waving his hands at the surrounds, a paradise of calm and beauty, bliss. His guest nods, no, it wasn’t that peace he was interested in, but how the world was going to mend itself, the threat of wars a daily event, tragedies a regular news item. How do we mend the situation Mr Gandhi, his guest repeats. Mr Gandhi is on his fourth biscuit, and successfully dunks it. Patience he sighs, patience he sighs, not meaning to be overheard. His guest writes in a notebook, patience first. And don’t over react, it achieves nothing adds Mr Gandhi, usually makes things worse, his guest writes more. Patience, don’t over react, his guest is trying to be patient, but Mr Gandhi has his eyes on the biscuits, there is only one left. Should he share it or eat it, and sharing Mr Gandhi says, it makes people thankful, his guest writes sharing into his notebook. The biscuits are gone, Mr Gandhi finally looks up, he smiles at his guest and says,

“so why did you come to visit me then, did you bring any cookies with you then?”

I was seeking wisdom says the guest, oh wisdom, why didn’t you ask me that at the beginning, answers Mr Gandhi, it’s very simple. Once you use the wisdom you have, you get second then third helpings of it, provided you make use of it, it’s the law of the talents. Mr Gandhi sighs, his face droops.

Anything wrong Sir asks the guest?. No biscuits left.