Flying Spirit

Te Amo, she turns her head, she hasn’t heard that in awhile, she’s a migrant worker, and an illegal, she is waitressing,  the cook is flirting with her again, she smiles. Meanwhile there are three tables that need to be cleared and three other girls like her, vulnerable, waiting to take her job, no slip ups. She passes a table, two men in suits, are they immigration, she pretends not to look, we ordered two coffee’s one says. She nods, rushes to the table, her eye on the two men, are they there to spy on her. Being an illegal is hard work, she has moved every six months, trying to keep ahead of the posse. She possess’s a secret, one she can’t explain, not in the normal meaning of the word; she carries the Holy Spirit inside her. Remain calm, she repeats this to herself daily, evening, before sleep, calm, you live inside me she explains. It’s as if she carries a special child inside her.

Our coffee, she passes the table, makes a nod, coming she says. It’s lunchtime, the busy period, but she doesn’t mind, there are other young girls like her, who are not that lucky. One of them dances the tables, and smiles at leering men all day, it’s a job, provides shelter, things can get worse.

She fills the cups, makes for the two men, sorry she says, setting  down the two cups. His jacket slides to the side, as if he is reaching for something, she spots the handle of a gun, law enforcement he says, sorry if I upset you, she smiles nervously. He nods. He wears a brown belt, he fingers the clasp, a sign, they are on my side, she sighs…..

A Child is Born to the world….

I could be watching TV. Well TV is what he heard these last six weeks. A break from the rattle tattle of the office printer he was used to night and day. too warm to move, cosy and wrapped, fed continuously, room was getting tighter, Pushy was getting anxious. Due to make his first official appearance onto the world stage, he’d been holding off this last week, on account of the weather forecast. Cold and icy for the next three weeks announced the weather forecaster a week earlier, just as pushy was ready to make his big entrance. Pushy decided to remain a tummy baby, yet to be born, but like all great actors, waited for the right moment to enter the fray. She’s eating burgers again, washed down with orange juice, pushy liked orange juice, burped inside her tummy, forcing him to shake a leg.

I can feel him moving” smiled Mary. Other friends laughed loudly. Pushy wiggled around trying to get his ear into position. What are they saying, I’m not even born yet and they are making plans for me. Did they ever hear about free will.

Like sliding about, be a baby inside a tummy. Pushy was rolling around in his mother’s tummy. She was on her feet again. She’s eating again, what this time wondered pushy. Smelled okay, he wondered if it was a Chinese, hopefully not. Beef, fresh Irish beef, yummy smiled pushy who was being fed through his mother. The rich smell of Tipperary beef, probably the best beef on the planet. Well, when you have the freshest water in Europe to cook with, to grow with, the outcome is usually wholesome, and good for pushy who could only think of himself.

Do they all speak with that accent wondered pushy, the theme tune to a familiar soap opera waking him up after a short nap. They didn’t speak like mammy figured pushy trying to work out the plot line, moving himself around, trying to get his best ear to the action. The doorbell rang. Shit sighed pushy, he’d never know if they had the affair. New shit tomorrow.

any news yet” asked Jennifer, a friend of mammy’s.

if it doesn’t move soon I don’t know what I’ll do” replied mammy, back on the couch.

This is really bugging me, they are pushing me too far. I’ll surprise them.

More food, spicy shit, this is unbelievable fumed pushy trying to move around his tummy room. Makes you fart, burst even. Dirty tricks department, they are trying to move me. Wait till I get out of here, just you wait. She stopped eating, god that was close. The door closed. It was time for bed. The bump the bump, four more bumps and we’d be on the bed. He liked the way mammy massaged him while they were in bed lying down. He could swim up and down across and for as long as he wanted, unimpeded too. she’s getting fast sighed pushy, not realising that is was he who was growing fastest. I used to be able to stretch, not so much now.

Soft music put him in a trance. She played him frank Sinatra in bed. Good taste, a real smoocher, our frank Nuts, I don’t believe it, not even normal nuts, spicy nuts. She’s trying to do my head in sighed pushy kicking out in disgust. Mary smiled, patted her tummy. Who loves you she said. Pushy listened with rage, how could she eat spicy so late at night. Down there, he often wondered what was down there, never went down there, felt safer up here. He could rest up here, down there and he’d nothing to hold onto. His foot slipped all of a sudden, got caught on a ledge. Pushy held on for dear life. Twisted around, head first, if I go down there I’ll never come back, I’ll lose my comfort zone. Where’s the water gone. Mammy was on her feet. I hear her on the fone. I’m stuck, I’m stuck. Jennifer is at the door. Mammy mammy, it’s an earthquake shouts pushy, does anyone ever listen. What am I supposed to do. Stuck in the black hole, I’m dead I’m dead, ah, ah, I see light, light, god I’m alive, I’m alive, ah mammy, mammy screams pushy, tears in his eyes, tears in her eyes as well.

Lights everywhere, the place smells horrible, voices I never heard all around me, I’m not putting up with this. Pushy cleared his throat and screamed for all his worth. A minute later he was lying with mammy. She’s my mother smiled pushy…. 

Branding God

No idols, it’s all over the ancient scriptures, It’s in Islam, It’s in the Bible, it’s in the old testament, it’s in the Torah, no brands please, and these brands as we call them, are often the sources of discontent among the peoples of the world. Solomon sighed, why don’t they make it easy on themselves. Why give demons the edge over their faith. An idol can be torn down, framing is easy, it’s a daily experience, read about it.

The signs were clear, 2020 vision was required. Solomon encountered those who often took credit for the words of others, then twisted the true meaning on words, to divide nations and peoples, it was time to put an end to the misery this caused.

As for the way women have been denigrated, what is the statistic, who wants to know, well, if over 50% of web use is all about different sexual styles and interests, wasn’t it time, that all that adult stuff was put on a separate web, out of reach of ordinary minds. We are after all a world of differing interests.

Too much anger, too easy to rise the ire of many, too easy. In the temple, Solomon listened to the wise words of the preacher, God is Spirit he said, it wasn’t complicated. In the audience many souls, young and old, if only they stopped referring to a religion, and instead, referred to the People of God instead, the impact on sensitive minds, and the reduction of tension, between the different world religions, amen.

The Great Panic

A world of machines, mind controlled, disillusioned, competing interests vie for control of everyone living, each team aiming for the top, while a smattering of true believing beings in the Great God of Love, without many options, hang on tenaciously to their beliefs, on the cliff face each day, the world of love is pressurized more and more, media forms fight fierce wars, for the souls of the new borne and all.

Glitzy president surrounds himself with model types, doesn’t want anything else, the friends are all wealthy, and they are supposed to represent us. Feeling awkward, you could do with some improvements, well, the presidents people all look beautiful.

Fill their space with every type of convenience, and pretend it was an accident, stare blankly as if your clueless, ignore the facts, it had been leaning this way for years, amen.

Into this arena there are few winners, but one did make it through the shield of deceit and deception, and in the process enlightened the hearts of those in the circle of love, and this is where we stand today. Are they going to falter, and return to the old ways!

Solomon sighed; The help always arrived, even when we don’t recognize it. Before the great changes, we get nudges in certain directions, guiding us. To recall the days of old, the prophets were sent at regular intervals, it wasn’t as if we were left to our own devices. The outcome is predicable when we ignore the voice of God.

Jesus and Grief

Grief, what grief, don’t you listen, eternal life means eternal life. His followers are shocked, what sort of man can say this, how they looked at each other, has he lost his marbles. Solomon was listening to a friend who was going through the proverbial zone of misery, it was all going pear shaped, and there was no end in sight. It reminded him of the words of Ezra, and the journey of the soul, when it passes from this life. Death is not the end, as for those who worry about funerals, his remarks to those who wanted to follow him were just as curt; Burying the dead, watch the vultures gather. Solomon wondered too, hard words. Thinking about it, he tried to recall all the funerals he attended, the cries and tears of those who grieved with the deceased’s next of kin, then the laughter and the chat soon after. Within a day or two, the body in the ground was all but forgotten, apart from those near to the deceased, who grieved over their loss, amen.

Put your faith in the life eternal, treat those along the way with respect, be kind to those in need, have patience when it’s least expected of you, and you will have a happy death, amen.

Prayer for the World

Hope love transparency justice fairness and revelation of truths, the message of lord Jesus Christ, righter of wrongs, revealer of truth, safeguard us from all that is evil in this world and destroy and lay waste the evil one and his supporters the world over, strong words strong winds but evil can never be allowed a foothold in the hearts and minds of the human soul. I from experience and my own errors understand the methods of this evil force, that has spread similar to a cancer across all worlds, so in my prayer, throw your protective shield Dear Father around those who struggle to promote love and compassion throughout the world.

 

Children the world over have been the target of this evil menace, and must be halted and destroyed at once. My heart has raged against this force most of my years, and to this day I am still in the middle of this battle, a battle we are winning with your merciful help. We are starved of resources sometimes, as this evil force targets those who wish and do your good deeds. In a world of such chaos it is hard sometimes to stand against this bad energy, but we are winning. The evil one is on the run, help us recognize it, stop it, and to destroy it, I offer this prayer in the name of the sacred one, lord Jesus Christ, as the prophets of old and now say, words and requests that come in his name from the loving heart, are heard in heaven above, in your mercy lord hear our prayer, amen.

Solomon read a prayer he put together with the Help of Great Spirit. Years later, it felt as if it had been written for today. Out of the closet into the frying pan, let it flow, amen.

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