Evening Fear

Alone, she goes in the door, the high of work over, now the slow down. She is not in a relationship, and she is getting older, the pangs of fear run through her like labor pains, the evening is full of fear when you feel you are alone. She has few distractions, alone with her thoughts, lying in bed alone hours later, the dread she will feel, she tries to put it off. The demons are on her, and she is afraid. They circle her like vultures, the thoughts they feed her, as if they are beasts trying to load her full of fear. Without a good nights sleep she is vulnerable.

The Thought that Faith could put you in the spot light of the demons. She has a routine, the head, get the thought process right, don’t give them space in there, hold on to your faith, and they will saunter on by, seeking another victim, someone who can’t forgive and the guilt he hold. They feed on every fear, and they eat souls, they have an appetite for all that is bad, and very few can resist them, how long can she hold out she wonders. The angels hear her appeal, the helpers are on her case, the troubles she has to encounter, are about to be relieved and sent to the eternal abyss for good.

Solomon smiled, the affirmations were coming with the beat of a clock, and it was simply amazing, the demons were in tatters, seeking refuge, where they wouldn’t be found, Solomon sighed, we’ll get to them when we are ready, if they don’t start to love so fast, they will have eternal misery instead. It was case of writing the prescription, no complaints, the word goes up, and they find out that Spirit is real. It was getting stronger, even the so called disasters posted great change, not the doom so many feared. Did God let those down who truly believed, never, amen.

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Amo Rules The….. A.R.T World

The old geezer in the corner, chortles, he is having a good laugh, this is real. A visitor is scheduled to see him, always brings some bootleg, well, a sniff of real grass, the stuff that opens the senses, allows you to smell, better than snuff, sweeter too, probably great for all sorts of nasal blockages, medical world of old not a fan of it, can’t replicate that unique smell, like breathing in sweetened air, only better, purely natural.

The old folks home, warm in winter, a safe haven, staff extraordinarily kind. Amo feels so good, he feels sometimes like he rules the world. Well we all smell at times, who doesn’t, as for all that chemical stuff they use to stifle those smells, it’s as if they are trying to vaporize the entire planet, a selection of them in every home, wind safe, no air movement at all, does anyone get it, they are living in their own incubators. As for Amo, he doesn’t give a fart, lets off quite a few, but that’s natural considering his age, ask Jack, (nicholson) he will tell you all about them. As for Amo, just a whiff of sweet marijuana and he’s running through a meadow again, not that he smokes or anything, that’s what the young ones do, amen.

Solomon sighed, he recalls his old friend, how his Spirit was awoken by that sweet aroma, that science can’t imitate, every time he got a scent of it. Reminded him of that Movie, Al all peace Pacino, scent of the blueberry, what a story that was, or was it strawberry, they smell great too, legal cause you can eat them I suppose, amen.

 

So Talented….

Look what I can do, the others in the group, half admiring half envious, she plays the first few notes, her fingers roll across the keys, the melody sweet but up tempo, she moves her sticks with ease. The piece ends, there is awe in their eyes, it was more than they expected, she is getting better, there is interest in far off places, and she has had a few offers already, but she is patient, doesn’t want to rush into things, has done that in the past . She recalls the history of Elvis, his instant success, the path to fame, the illusion of Fame, and his early death. Her talent comes from a far off place, she has always had faith, wasn’t sure what it was, till she practiced, found she could change the mood around her, few understood, why was she so shy.

Solomon sighed, what is talent for, bridge building comes to mind, there is so much difference between so many of us, all of us relying on the same environment, while fighting for the resources that sustain us, the race to get numbers in the account, the priority, not wisdom, but we are easily swayed, the forecast of a storm, the rush to the grocery store, the madness, food stuffed in case the world ends, sheep.

The little monkey is fifty feet up, swinging branch to branch, reaches for invisible leaves, not afraid of falling, rarely does, the bird can spot the fish four feet below the surface of the water, the beady eye does the calculations, uses the calculator in the head, does the math, never went to school, does the dive, and in seconds the wriggling fish is in it’s claws, talent, ever wonder where it comes from, the bird can see the crumb, picks, can spot trouble coming, waits till the final second, just lifts up, no engine or starter motor, just rises, talent, human opinion, we are in a slow boat in deed, amen.

Jesus said we are Gods, it is inside you, forgive and don’t put weight on your soul, it only sinks you. We sure do an awful lot complaining if the bribe is a good one. and those who are vulnerable, nearly all of us, are easily fooled. Solomon was recalling, there was so much wisdom out there, but as Jesus said, the example of many is not worth a damn, amen.

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.

 

Why Me Lord…..

The question, the tragedy, the answers, no one can provide them, why me Lord, about to face death, bodies on bodies, children, men, women, stacked in heaps, she looks at the human misery, she is about to join them, has prayed all her life, a shot rings out, will someone pass the ketchup please, she falls, lies among the dead. her Spirit leaves her body, joins the world of eternity.  Years later, those trying to undermine Love, damage trust, trying to create the desire for only earthly things, thereby undermining the well being of Spirit and our connection with the world above, speak out in protest, why her Lord.

God sighs, I’m not an arms manufacturer, free will was your gift, it wasn’t forced on you, I sent along prophets, to remind you, there is light and dark, even child birth is painful. The critic replies, but why so many, how was it allowed to happen. Experience, is the father and mother of wisdom, when it hurts we remember, when it’s pure pleasure we want it more, it’s not black and white, and everyone living is playing a vital role. You want to enter Heaven, nice words, but it requires an effort, and that’s what your life is all about, making it there.

The critic shakes his head, damn good answer, how about the movements for change, why so many of them, why such chaos out there, God shakes his head, a critic, what else would you expect. The talk as if they know, when all they do is study something small, and try to apply it, how often has that error been made. I made you stubborn for a reason, and if you read the old scriptures, you will work it out. You think this world is a free ride, nice idea son, just remember, one day you will all have to hand it back. Amen.

The Chair

Poise, open eyes, a new hair do, beside her mother, she rolls on by.  Alert, eyes wander, there is much to see, she is very interested, her speech a little mumbled, a mild condition, but the physical bits are issues, but she doesn’t give up. Solomon listened to the conversation, the young lady was giving the mother instructions.

A late night conversation, another victim of the condition, sensory features worsening, the chat is about the past, the way it was, a moment in time, that’s how they want to remember him. Solomon listened, did they ever read the old books, and what Faith could actually do, had they all given up.

Embarrassed, Jesus tells them to go, the young girl is dead, he is resting he says, the power of the father in him, it’s a story told over and over, how transient Faith can be, the first alarm the fear, the sheep run in all directions, the demon can easily disperse the herd.

What was the cause of her troubles, the apostles asked, they refer to a young man with many demons, well, there has to be a reason for it. Jesus smiles, to show what the Father can do, he says. Solomon nodded, the young woman smiled at him, and put a smile on his face, in a nutshell, we are all voices, even when limited, or in a chair….

She is going to improve, hadn’t her Faith earned it.

The Chair

The move is not easy, the shuffle up, the lower back support, the descent onto the cushioned seat, great to be moving places, and you thought you were dead, not so. The scene was one of life and thankfulness, no seconds to be wasted, the door opens, he enters the house, walking is not an option, it’s the move that matters. Struggling in the door, not so, there is help, the other faces wonder, wasn’t expecting that, the man in the chair, they thought they would never see him again. Solomon sighed, say it, in the Holy Name, and that was all there is to it, than you can move those chairs.

God uses the most difficult situations to show the impossible and what is possible. Too easily drowned in the material and all that cannot fly, the birds look down, they were once like us, held onto everything, could not fly, till they

let it all go, and now they soar. The beaten souls, Solomon reflects, once you move those big rocks, the lift is easy, and when the mind is right, why not. He enters the room their eyes surprised, how does he manage it, but he already knows what their thinking, not yet….