Time Patience and Guidance

TPG dudes, what do you mean. Time, if you are not in a rush, you might learn something, Patience, sometimes you have to wait that’s all, ever hear of child birth, guidance, did you ever see how a small child imitates, it’s how they learn. Solomon sighed, there was so much vitriol on the screen, anger, violence, from men with so called civil manners, who were thinking of the impact their words were having on the audience listening. Solomon wondered, what did the God of the Holy Prophets make of them, deliberately inciting hatred, in order to gain popularity. He recalled the days of Moses, and how the chosen heirs, had lost their divine protection, when they returned to worship the God of the Material only. Patience, Time and Guidance, it needs to be put in motion, not just spin.

The old lady hasn’t the speedy recall of days of old, it’s just a case of having a lot of memories in there, and as the total builds up and the pressure is applied, its easy to get confused; often it’s just a case of patience. Same as the old horse who set records when in his full health, the legs are there, the tail wags, the oats taste sweet, it’s just that the hips are a little sore, time.

We lived in a world, where it was all push, fast, now, no tomorrow, results today, no time to pause, same as on a busy street during rush hour, can’t stand still, and then having to contend with bullying in your work place, little wonder the world had gone out of sync. More time, more patience, better guidance, amen.

Are you good enough…

The man enters the temple, there is a lot on his mind, he wants to pray for his wife, he is finding it difficult, a quite corner, quite and calm, he intends to sit, then get down on his knees, how do you ask though, he doesn’t recall the prayers he learned as a child, there were no emergencies then. There are images of Jesus, a few statues, candles burn, there is silence, the outside world doesn’t seem to exist, a feeling he doesn’t get too often, it’s a fairly busy world. He sits, hands on knees, his eyes searching, he is wondering where to start. He hasn’t been the best at remembering, it was all fast lane, until the illness came, when it all had to slow down. Making time, putting in the hours, it’s easy to forget.

He reads the signs on the pillars, God Forgives, he recalls the grudges he held, the small slights that distanced himself from friends, what did they mean anyway. He sinks to his knees, Help me he says, he whispers a few words, she has been good he says, he is trying to find the proper words, he continues with his petition. After a few minutes he has said all there is to say. He sits up on the pew, the place is eerily silent. He wonders, why are there not more people here, then the sound of the breeze, the doors rattle, he shudders, did I ask the right question he wonders. So you listen he sighs, the voice inside him tells; make time for me and I will make time for you.

On the street, he is light on his feet, an unknown hope fills him, the world appears brighter now, he walks on thinking to himself, I must try this feeling more often. He gets home, she is upstairs in her bedroom, her illness leaves her feeling tired. I thought you needed cheering up he says, so I ordered in a Chinese and a movie for later. She laughs at him, she knows the moment, their first date, he brought her to the Chinese, and a movie afterwards, he hasn’t forgot, she begins to feel better immediately, he hadn’t forgot.

Solomon sighed, make the space for the loving Spirit, it heals in so many ways, amen.

New Soul Seeking Directions…

So many are trying to mislead, the news is hard to believe, there are so many issues, and those who want my attention, are good at inserting ideas and reminders of injustice on my path, there are those who are willing to sell their souls, who will do anything to hang onto the power they have, and so many of them wear smiling faces, while in the shadows, they plot ways to trick me, where does the Soul go, or do I Have to follow one of these groups. Only when i dig, do I realize, the efforts to confuse me, so many of them claim to believe in Jesus Christ, is this the prophecy of old times being brought to life in these times of confusion.

Solomon listened to the soul, seeking peace, well being, rest, calm, a source of peace, it wasn’t easy as the ancients said, and many gave their lives, for the sake of the world to come, have things changed. In the words of the parables, the wisdom of the world is explained. There are two Spirits, one of the higher love, that being of God, and that of the lower world, that promotes, selfishness, hatred, resentment and fear and ego. So you want peace in your world, you want calm for your children, where do you go.

The light you pass out, the goodness that is inside you, that finds its way into everyday actions that lifts the well being and Spirit of others, leads you to the path of God and lasting love, its a road that many can’t find as they are not able to open their hearts to the needs of others, and others include, the needs of others outside your own interest group. God loves all, and we are expected to encourage the same. Don’t allow dark thoughts overcome you, amen.

Anniversary Healing

Tragedy the feeling, the loss immense, families, their lives in a trance, as the feelings of hurt return, how else can you deal with it, the impossible happened, a tale repeated on many levels, by different peoples across the world, a song is sung a ballad, commemorates a sad event, the martyrs, could be Irish Men fighting for their freedom, could be those reliving the horrors of the second war, there is so much to grieve about, and so much reliving of the past. Anniversaries.

History teaches us, that things can go awry in the minute before us, the ship is heading across the Atlantic, the guests enjoying sleep, hours later half of them are dead in the water, Moses is on the mountain, he returns to the camp, those who gave up on him, the habits, the tragedy that followed soon after, the Hebrews wandering through the desert, forty long years, there is so much pain we have to get through at times, is it ever going to be enough.

How do you deal with it all, she moves in the morning, feels the pain, it’s the same feeling every day, how do you deal with it. Solomon sighed, the power to Heal, is within us, and is why we are asked to forgive, those thoughts of angst fill us with dread, the same way a mind can become depressed, there is going to be no change, same as it always is, so we think.

Leave a living legacy that encourages hope, that those coming behind you, will be able to learn from, not grow angry from, sometimes, we allow ourselves be overcome by hurt and fear, and that cuts us off from the power to heal. Solomon encountered the divine help on multiple occasions, and had good reason to believe in the higher love, it took practice, but it works, amen.

The Soldier

Danger, he runs through the forest, doesn’t look back, hears the explosion, wonders from what direction it came, moves, seeking the security of colleagues, or the enemy when he is prepared, the soldier. The wounds on the arm, blisters, does not call for a lawyer, who do I blame for this, the shrapnel in his thigh, who put it there, he just wants to get well, he is not seeking anyone to blame, he is just doing a job. If he kept looking over his shoulder, he’d fall once in awhile while he ran forward, get killed too, what use is that.

Solomon sighed, there are parables everywhere we look every single day, the baggage we bring with us, so says the soldier, is what will help him to endure. Jesus told it simply, we have to have the heart to love, the brand doesn’t matter, being zealots is no good, if you have no compassion, your salt that is already dead.

A happy home, the issues are on the table, a happy relationship, the ability to discuss the problems too, and everyone handles it differently too.

Crime Scene International

You got to be kidding, the angels step under the cordon, the yellow and black tape, the stuff that is erected to keep the public out, while the investigators get to work. Sherlock Holmes investigates, the mystery of the missing Spirit, a member of the public, a concerned man of the Spirit, wanted an independent eye on the scene of the latest crime scene, as old Holmes was not tethered to institutional thinking and was therefore able to think outside the box.

The Spirit had been kidnapped, who else could solve the crime, only the Great Holmes. His chief rival, Moriarty, the evil hound who dogged Holmes all his life, the clear main suspect, as evil was his life work, and the chief of demons his friend. As with all major crimes, the use of outside experts is necessary, particularly, given the global damage caused by the crime, harm to the Holy Spirit.

Solomon read, the background information, the steps leading up to the crime, he watched Holmes examine the scene, focusing on the idols surrounding the scene, taking notes, perhaps making decisions on where the investigation might fruitfully have results, in the short time, and not over the centuries.

Were they plagued with expansion plans, did they accept help from inside traders, were the values watered down, did there arise demons from within. There were many threads that needed investigation. Over zealous perhaps, withholding truths, passing the buck, diverting attention at other faith groups, trying to blame individuals, there was a whole lot of work involved, and there were no easy solutions.

Across the world, the tape had been erected, the population were wearing masks, in case they were caught by the infection, it seems a disease had got into the heart of the faithful, so Holmes imagined, while planning the next phase of the work. Watson, will you get me a guitar tuner that works, Watson sighed, who could figure Holmes out.

No smirk, no sneer, No thief

The company of the Holy Spirit, no threat, no anxiety, no need for oneupmanship, no need to bully, no need to drown the voice, no need to lord over, no need for malice, peace, patience, calm, compassion, empathy, qualities you’d come to expect, from those who believe in the eternal God, nothing complex, no ego as such.

Solomon sighed, the energy of Love, was continually lifting, it never left you feeling drained, heavy hearted or down. In times of crisis, as these times are, a lot of testing of the Spirit, is it the real one, that you have inside, or the man made version full of empty pride.

Jesus taught using stories, so as to allow as many as possible to listen, as he didn’t want anyone to be cut off from his healing words. Knowing the character of man, he saw ahead, how there would be times, when there would be those who misled the people, so he used stories to circumvent them all, it’s really simple sighed Solomon, once you listen.

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REASON IS HOLDEN FABLE — Marlovian

Unstable Leaders….

Where’s common sense gone, bickering and back biting, police on the streets, protesters, the army more important than health care, everyone doubting, new ideas running out, chaos, as the two giants of politics meet in the amphitheater, hoping to convince the voter, who is bombarded with twenty four seven news, sights of violence and fear on TV, confused thinking, wealth deemed the winning cause, you’ll do better with us, can this be a picture of the United States today, the so called leader of the free world, seriously.

Too much time spent of making money and not enough on creating community usually ends in chaos for all, it’s the story of the family, where the father figure spends all his time working while ignoring the emotional needs of the family, it all fall apart’s, and it leads to recrimination and blame thereafter, as to why it happened.

A man rushes in the door, he has a lot to hide, he does his best to distract his partner, rushes her around, haven’t time to speak, we’ll talk about this later, Hal she says, not now, there is a big meeting in the office later, there is talk of a takeover, it’s real big, she sighs to herself, we’ll talk about it later. After so many great schemes that never are, there is nothing to talk about later.

Denial, a condition of the human mind, tomorrow, eventually the tomorrows are all spent cleaning up the yesterdays that were ignored in the hope of tomorrow, it’s all about today, Jesus tells us.

The virus was more than a massive threat to humanity, it was an opportunity to stall the direction the world was heading in, time to think. Those who were planning on the propaganda war for the coming election would be wise to read about the ancient prophets, Esdras in particular, amen.

Talking Sense

Where are all those campaigners gone. There were voices making noise every second day of the week, outing this person and that, while the media rowed in behind, taking advantage of the opportunity, that shaming begets, and it’s lure for the imagination. Where are all the voices gone, they jump on the bandwagon of the latest campaign, make loaded speeches, race after celebrities to get them involved, where have they all disappeared to.

Jesus said, if you acknowledge me in public, the angels in Heaven will do the same before My father.

There was a strong case of hypocrisy going on across the world, more damaging than the Virus itself. Many of the so called in people, were silent in times of great emotional need. Solomon wasn’t pointing, but he recalled story after story, of many on waiting lists for all forms of health related treatments for years, cancer victims having to wait, women and children unable to find shelter from domestic tyranny, and a whole list of other causes, that could easily have been solved, with a more charitable disposition from those with great wealth, and others. It was time to call them out. The signs from above should be waking them up, at least on the conscience level. Are all lawyers and most people, the way John Grisham portrays them, all about themselves.