The Students perspective

The morning comes, the preparation is made, the breakfast, a few texts from friends, ready she sighs, her new school, a new experience, friends she hopes to meet, and the teachers, hope they are good she prays. The effort made to educate and teach, the habits passed on, and the harvest down the line many years later.

Solomon was remarking on the cycle, how it begins, slowly, how influences are made, and the affect it has on those we meet. It was the story of old told another way. How we lay down steps from our actions, and the perspective of the student, who puts their trust in you.

There is a bad happening, the president is reacting, everyone is watching, how will he react they say. If he calls for thoughtful reflection he is considered weak, the usual mongrels only appreciate the hard talk, peace is for the weak ended. How those looking on behave as a result, after all, they have a students perspective, and try to trust in those that are teaching them.

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The Water ladies

The water ladies, he reaches for the tumbler and pours some, it melts into the whiskey, cheers, he smiles, it is a long way from the well, but the water just gets there, in reach of his hand. Solomon was reading a story, the toil on lives, and the need for clean water, in half the world, so many women walked for hours just to collect a few gallons, which they had to haul back to their families, something whiskey jack never gave a thought to. In a world that was running empty when it came to clean sources of clean water, Solomon thought of all those decision makers, and their callous ways when it came to the most vital of needs, simple clean water. Well, if you fill it with chemicals, add a little of this, well it’s water isn’t it. The well of life was the wisdom of the world, and that well was getting to the stage when it wasn’t going to produce anymore, a change was required. Mother nature howls loudly, her children, the plants, the struggling bees, it just wasn’t the same anymore, what were they putting in the water.

The heavy jugs are a burden in any weather, under a sweltering sky, the load is heavier, but they are used to, they toil without regret, they do it for others sake. Solomon was asking the great Spirit, wisdom please in order to deal with this. he encountered the Holy Spirit, and many blessings flowed from that well, it was not a delusion, many others had encountered it too, but the religious leaders needed to be made aware of this great providence. You don’t mess with such influences he sighed, you listen, amen. Fill them with wisdom he prayed. In a day of two the message would get through, it always did, you just had to believe, the same way Jesus does, amen.

 

The Voice

Her ears shifted up, it was the voice, there was a rhyme in her heart, it wasn’t that she listened to pure rhythm, it was the way her heart reacted, there was an ease in her stride, even if she walked in the dark, she couldn’t see, so she learned to feel emotionally, the senses. Her eyes had never been cast upon envy as the eyes do normally see, they did not see the love that was on parade, it wasn’t that she wasn’t feeling inside, it was the way she expressed herself, the gentle sigh, the call of a bird in the trees, love is never threatening, just brings along a case of sensuous anxiety sometimes, so it was to the voice she was tuned, it was how she dealt with the difficulty of sight, having eyes and being unable to see, being blind while being able to see.

Solomon was remarking on the reaction of a fried, the widening smile, and how easy it was to ad a little sparkle to any life, how the lack of threat was freedom to many, just being able to be oneself, true. There are words we want to put on situations, sometimes we can’t find them, our emotional baggage is too heavy, other times we are afraid to utter them, afraid of the reaction and how it could change something. In the cafe he heard her voice, it wasn’t the conversation, it was the way she blended her smile and words with that voice, amen. It was music for the heart, that voice.

Moses Blue

Moses gets the Blues

 

Fifteen, sixteen whatever age, whatever the reason, we plan for it, but seemingly do nothing about it, repeated year after year, while the suicide rates among children soar, and nobody seems to notice, just more calls for volunteers, as if the situation is expected to worsen, as it is, any wisdom out there, it does not appear so. Children more vulnerable to adult vices that ever before, copying what they see, have you ever seen a small one learn, how fast they cotton on, we all have, and what do we all say, that’s a smart child, they are all smart children, they don’t all learn at the same speed. As with wine, some get better as they get older, most in fact, provided they have the right start. There was a time when children were considered a Godsend, a blessing, more love to give, that was long ago. Now we have a list of explanations for the child and the role of the adult and society etc etc, and the rights of children

etc.. and hosts of other things, etc etc, all relating to the rearing and well-being of the child. A child just wants to be esteemed and loved, with a little encouragement they’ll work things out.

Solomon met a lot of big children lately, and the still had to recover from their childhood,

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.

 

Clouds

A child is born, radiates wisdom, blessed, a vision come through, angel calls, declares the event, explains, visit from the Holy Spirit, he will become an instrument for God and for Love. Lost in translation all sorts of meanings are applied to the great mystery, the Birth of a Holy Man, the Spirit of God in human form, there are few distractions, just the current leadership of the religious, the roman landlords, and the meaning of what it is to be a demon. These are his main threats, and he is aware of it, he can read hearts. Small children sense good and evil, they have a knowing too. For whatever reason, all the main religions today, can’t agree on a definition of the experience, whatever, one thing JESUS says, ask in my name and you will be heard, just abide by the basics, be the good Samaritan, come to the aid of those in need.

Asked by his followers how to pray, his answer is simple, keep it simple, not too difficult, simple, no long winded this of that, just be simple, say it from the heart, and better than that, when three of you get together in Faith, and are believers, I’ll be there. and if you want to make a sacrifice, give up on the burning of animals and stuff, just Love as I do, amen. He is unpopular, business at the temple is being infringed ,sales of the sacrificial animals is in danger, income is going down, the locus standi of the religious leaders is threatened, as is there lifestyle. The more you have the more you have to share with those in need. Who can tolerate this, and forgive your enemies, leave it to the father. and how will you know I’m coming back, there will be a cloud, revelations, great change and chaos in the world. The trumpet will sound, and furthermore, according to Ezra, according to the angel, mother natures produce, us humans, more of us will be born with illness and we wont be as hardy as we used to be, nothing to get alarmed about .

Solomon was recalling the simplicity of Jesus, his ways, old scripture. 2,000 years later and a few years too, he was sharing what he knew. SOLOMON encountered the cloud, ENCOUNTERED AN ANGEL, encountered the Holy Spirit, encountered the circular cloud, and great blessings and miracles too, so had others. What is love he said, sharing and caring, and passing on the good news. REAL LOVE CAN’T BE FAKED, AMEN. PASS THE MESSAGE ON TODAY, THANK YOU.

NO Foundations

Am I a visitor here looking for way home,  everywhere I look, ego and fantasy, the meaning of Babylon I suppose, this is no lament, purely an honest observation, hard drugs available everywhere, large numbers depressed, love even harder to find. I was visited by holy spirit, really, discovered wisdom, and the growing threat of demons, where everyone seeks excuses, someone to blame, other than themselves. Love as Leonard Cohen says is all that will survive us. What has to happen is a new outlook, respect for love not the abuse it.

Solomon was saying it straight, if more and more become lost, all those marvellous ego’s will be worth nought. And I haven’t mentioned Donald trump once.