New Set of Eyes required, a re blog, a new way of thinking required, courtesy of a wise lady… never take credit for the works of others…whose gene’s are they anyway, don’t see no label…

A few years back, while mowing the lawn all of a sudden the engine of the mower started to sputter. I stopped and after seconds, it died. Great! I stand in the midst of the lawn not even done with half of it and my mower refuses to work. Now, what to do? Trying to start […]

via The Magic of a Changed Perspective! — Erika Kind

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The Closet

It happened to me, it happened to her, the closet, the stuff we hold tight inside us, the fears, the anxieties, the global closet is a large one. In a time of great revelation, with so much changing so quickly, it is hard to keep the closet door closed and locked for ever, despite the efforts of some, to hide the truth from everyone. Solomon read a story of the art works kept hidden in secure specially prepared warehouses, art that would never be seen, only sold. And what was the purpose of it all, more. It also gave him an insight into the hidden treasures of all the main religions, the ancient documents, the testimonies hidden, and the great betrayals, safely tucked away in the guarded closets. In a time of Great revelation and divine interventions, wasn’t it time they made known the secrets they kept hidden, as no one of them could fool the Lord, amen.

Unhinge Me….

The old man warned him in advance, “well Paddy I am a surprise for them if that’s the case!”, Solomon listened to his old friend, in his 80th year, pass on the wisdom, he said it again. The old man had heard the stories about the demons, had proof few knew about. Solomon listened carefully. The one thing he didn’t tell the old man, the visit of the great spirit, he was setting a trap for them.

Them were now flying across the Atlantic with no cargo door on the plane, the hinges on the door having failed; Solomon had prayed, let they become victims of their own treachery, amen.

Big Child

He’ll arrive, the child waits, prays regularly, says it in private, no one knows, his prayer. Solomon listened, he was a child too, of His Father, the trouble was, which the small child didn’t know, that those with talents, sold them for cash, to transform their own lives, others an after thought.

At school he concentrates, he’ll arrive, the promise. Day passes into weeks, the weeks become a semester, a year, the child still waits. Seeking comfort, anything to ease his anxiety, he dabbles in playing mind games, when that comfort leaves him, he dabbles with pills, the alcohol follows, the rest is history. The void had to be filled, not with empty promises, but with today. The changes going on globally, were just a reflection of what the Big Child had to endure, just as Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen sang about.

He sits in the corner, doesn’t talk, refuses to co-operate, won’t eat vegetables, he is making his complaint, amen to the Big Child.

Before matters worsened for all the big children, it was time those who hid the secrets of true wisdom,

and the many warnings given down through the ages, opened up. Solomon saw the Holy Spirit, the other gifts too, God Most High was not myth, and those in positions of authority were under the spotlight like never before, amen.

The dealers

Needles syringes lights theatre gowns made up.

This is not ER or one of those type studio’s

Another day in the life of a hospital theatre

Hard effort vocational minded professionals

No propaganda experts except those on the table

 

Small child bag on back off to school

No father figure hopes for teacher guide

Dropped off to school waves mammy goodbye

Tries hard winces when daddies come later by,

Why me he wonders how come I got none

 

Society daily reminds us of all our fears

Relentless and merciless ramps them up

Targets your needs with detail of fine surgeon

Hammers the message home day and night

Tomorrow there’s a new one like it or not

 

Young girl checks mirror pinches a spot

That’s better she now applies her make up

Ready for school she’s clever and understood

Teacher’s pet she’s got very high grades,

Her performance enhances school profile

 

God Most High in tears and very annoyed

Undermining constantly and fear guided

Mother nature being plundered everywhere

Excuses half solutions and great chat

Wonder what he’ll do about the dealersImage