Chaos Theory

Mum rush’s in the door, she is running late, good chance to upend her and get what I want, she is busy, there is a dinner to make, won’t have the time to ask me questions, have to act fast. Linda is having a stay over wants me to stay, who is linda asks her Mum, hadn’t heard that name before. A fast decision, same as those pay day loans, over the phone, instant decision, your fate soon known.

On the stand, she has been grilled, by her lawyer, the payout depends upon the tears she spills, how long has the pain in your shoulder been there, she counts the years, damages, the new car, the holiday, a whole lot of cash for a good act. There are others waiting to be heard, she is one of many, they have all claims waiting for the chaos.

Foreign regime uses spying techniques, men in shady quarters record in secret.  We had to do it they say, we had to defend ourselves, so they destroyed the hopes of other nations in order to enrich themselves.

Solomon sighed, everything about us is known, the only chaos is in the human mind, amen.

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The Soul Train

You mean all that stuff is true he asked, the soul train is a connection of working souls, joined together in common purpose, they accept the wisdom of God smiled the old man. The young boy looked at the old man, haggard and worn, the night was cold and the dark was closing in. On his way back from the store, he encountered this lively man with the light eyes. The boy stopped, the old man was seated on a bench, was shivering from the conditions, another long night and the hope of tomorrow, a maybe.

Where you going to stay for the night he asked? The old man smiled, i’ll find a place, on the soul train replied the boy. They made their way down the street, there was a shed out the back of the house, neat and free from the chill, it won’t matter spoke the boy, who told the old man it was going to be fine, he might even be getting a bowl of soup. A blanket, a pillow, a space for the night, the soul train continued that evening, in the heart of the boy that cared. When did you meet me Lord, it was the question that would be on the lips of everyone who asked him

, amen.

JFK

A handful of observers in Vietnam, a desire for a more open America, a disdain for the so called experts, and an appreciation and time for his Children, and then a bullet to the head, after which there was an unleashing of a plot, aimed at controlling our very world. How many years ago, this very evening, on the eve of that eventful trip,

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he was sitting down with his children, whom he adored, a real family man, not an organisational flunk, whose only desire was power, had a deep disregard for the lobbyists, and thought that all presidential contenders should be state funded, given a budget to fight it out, leading to a better form of democracy. In the meantime, the arms industry flourished, the nuclear threat gathered force, and righteous leaders across the world were got rid of, all in his absence. Warned the world in a variety of ways, and what do we have, 54 years after his murder, a world on the brink. The men behind his murder, have left a legacy many never could get over, but at least JFK, left us with the hope, there are actually people who think there is a better way, amen.

All About me

no one more important,

than little old me i guess,

only time i go and protest,

when it’s all about me,

the dealer in the neighborhood,

they live so far away,

the pointing of the fingers,

way over there you see,

and as per the usual,

nothing ever gets done,

til it happens i guess,

to poor little me!

don’t it make you wonder,

amen

Pioneers

Pioneering spirit, the waves of soul, climbed unforgiving hills, some made some not, but those who lost, made it for others, someone goes first, someone makes it, sets the others free, and some are just lucky. Whatever, character can’t be bought, it is made. And Faith can’t be faked, many have tried, this we have to believe. In crisis you’ll discover, if it’s real.

Solomon was reading about early pioneering spirit, souls from all over the world, converged in a new land, seeking freedom and hopefully prosperity, their steps sometimes the first, not that they were first, the natives having been there years, from all across the continent, north and south, east and west, and the natives all believed in great spirit.

What was a god send for some, a nightmare for the natives, as the pioneers brought modernism, new mechanisms for solving disputes, and the habits that they grew up with. There were many lessons to be learned. Many cultures and wisdoms brushed aside. Forgiveness was badly in need of exercise. The resentments many carried inside them.

It was no surprise that it all came back to old teaching, every dispute, anger, envy, it was laid out in a very simple way. Solomon reflected upon what Faith was, a real time gift that you could not purchase, just trust me was all he said, how true those words in the context of what was happening, marry yourself to love, but like those storms, it can sometimes get rough.

Jesus cross’s the sea of Galilee, it’s wild weather and stormy, his companions wake him up suddenly, what now he thinks, perhaps in the middle of a great dream or simply a rest, no, it’s not going to sink, puts his head back down and shrugs, what do I have to do next. St. Paul gets shipwrecked, ends up where he’s supposed to be. Solomon gets crushed in his car, changes the landscape of his life, you just have to believe and forgive..

Pushers

get him off the scent,

peace is doing harm,

can’t sell those arms,

sales down everywhere,

when’s the last good war,

damn it he’s meddling,

get rid of that love,

murder,

assassination,

control,

dictatorships,

poverty,

they all flowed,

from the decisions,

of a select force,

wonder about it,

the man in the sky,

marking them all,

amen

Today

today,

i am,

tomorrow

maybe,

yesterday

was.

so

who

am

i

supposed

to

be

happy!!!

The Life Giving Process

 

Dream sweetly and wake smiling,

the inner feeling inside,

tells you it’s going to be fine,

the thoughts we lay down in,

gathered from the events of the day,

fills the soul and the heart,

mends the hurt and soothes emotions,

don’t fear set your Love Free,

Solomon was dreaming while awake, there was much to be sorted, but it was all going to work out, the sureness of his faith comforted him, the miracle of the light reaffirming, their love glowed when her heart sung, the power of God within reach, the blessings life giving for all, awesome, the real words of life, The teaching of Jesus 2,,000 years ago.

His words life giving,

for all who believe,

love being the power,

God within everyone living,

could not be any simpler,

just hard sometimes,

when unable to forgive,

amen.

perhaps it’s the reason we are given trials, to help that life giving process along.

Solomon’s Prayer for a Child

They let the little one down,  can’t say it any clearer, those sent to help, seem to have lost the plot, barriers everywhere and hoops, and the young spirit calls out, he is pleading for divine help, help me the call without delay, there are some too young to ask, haven’t got the education or insight, those depend on help, don’t have the knowledge inside.

Remember the days when it seemed lost, the days so many went about, spirit drowning, the great recovery when it seemed lost, the many blessings poured out from all the requests, the miraculous deliverance of many, without further hesitation I make my petition for reasons of love no other. The needs of The Spirit call out, your protective hand needed.

The  heart light makes delight in the heart of many, don’t’ allow them to extinguish them anymore,  little light, what would we do without it, the many decisions it will make in favour of Love, if protected and allowed to live peacefully, Do not let them deceive anyone, amen.

Solomon was copper fastening the divine help on it’s way, certain his prayers got the hearing they deserved. Scars crossed his body and heart, but it had been worth it. He was going to keep on pouring it out. The words of the great prophet Isaiah came to mind, and they were heard. Precedent was in his favour, and he’d made the world his neighbourhood, just to be sure. If they thought he was ill prepared, little did they know, amen.