Solomon reflected, many were at the same, seeking clarity and direction, there was much to be confused about, where do I fit in this new world, will my job be safe, how will my relationship fare, can I get by with less cash, seeking, Solomon was doing his own version of closet, what matters in the end, what is it about you that you can take with you, how can I be a useful servant in this world. What are my priorities. The virus taught one great lesson, patience can’t be bought, you have to practice it, and the same goes for those who want a relationship with God, you have to work at it. And the language of God is compassion for others, a healthy attitude to the environment, less exploitation of people, and good relations with your neighbors, otherwise, you are not at the races. Imagine you are sitting opposite the Holy Spirit, and you want to converse, what comes to mind, the deeds you hide, or the love you want to share.
Dogma, theory, religion, belief, the wisdom of the sages, it’s grey matter underneath, and it’s there to be filled everyday, the thrash we collect, the stuff we soon forget, the memories that won’t go away. The Head is lead when it’s filled with dread, the hurt, the harm, the insecurity, the blame, the head, how light it feels when we feel all good, no one to bother us, like birds we feel free. Going places sighed Solomon, how many are on the road, seeking that peace of mind, somewhere that is not a head butt, somewhere safe for the mind.
Addiction, seems to be the sport of the world, how can we exploit this, is there something that will upset her, lets try this. The spying games, the actions thereafter, it used to be espionage, now it could be your partner, playing mind games.
Solomon encountered some devious intelligent persons
, those who were always taking advantage of others, and those that were not like them. She’s a toe rag in a bar, she is a mother in the morning, so long as they don’t get caught out, well they cover for each intrusion. Mind the mind the preacher says, the battle is fought there, the effort to upset you, to set you off course. Old scripture refers to well being, while the modern world is full of those trying to undermine, we see it in politics, even in children’s games, but imagine this, and this is no boast or a lie, to see the Holy Spirit in action, brings only tears to your eye, your not alone, you just forgot to make room for Love to reside in you.
It’s it great to know, there is a power in existence, and it’s Heavenly, fear only God, and the demons that pursue you, will vanish, amen.
The Journey, the steps, the influences, the souls we encounter, the time we give to others, the success we can put down, it’s not going anywhere, like a book you can pick it up again, later. He sits in rehab, trying to get back to the person he was. Tears fall from his eyes, his heart is opening, the healing begins. He knows he is in the right place, the emotions don’t lie, there was so much he was hiding from, this troubled boy.
Solomon was reflecting on a life that ended too soon, if that is the phrase, a life taken early. Who understands the trauma we hold deep inside, those inner emotions we are afraid to share. Escape, anything to alter the mood, no one is to blame. How often we hear the words; she took her life, he was found hanging from a tree, he or she is dead, get on with it. Why we are afraid to dwell on such stuff; are we afraid to, will we
do the same.
Greta Thunberg said it straight; they have a new remedy every week, but when we reflect upon it, we realize, we heard that last year as well.
Solomon knew the person, life gone, a statistic in a very number conscious world. You did not die in vain, and may your rest be a great surprise, but long after you are gone, the course of your life, still remains, nothing is in vain, amen.
Sound byte, how the mind hangs on what a few heads speak, the radio is on, the word pandemic is mentioned, the ears become pointed, the listening is hard, is it our salvation or our end, how worry excites us, the same threat we face each day, who said that.
The lady is older, her hands are not functioning as they used to, she bumps into the wall occasionally, the medication makes her dizzy, the experts say it’s a wasting disease, who said that, the stuff they try to fill you with, same as placing boxes in the spare closet, you will fit in there nicely, like all those similar boxes.
Meanwhile the juggernaut rolls on, and those on board it, feel as if they can lord it over the rest, the heart attack however a few weeks later was put down to diet, too much good food and not enough exercise, the laugh out of those left behind, still on the juggernaut, waiting for the next victim. The roll continues, the despair deepens, those looking on, wondering, can this really last, is there no one who can stand against this machine.
You mean you want to be a human rights lawyer, the older lawyer looks at his apprentice, you mean you’d give it all up for those losers outside, he points to the street, it’s lunchtime and the workers are racing to their half hour break from their assault on the world. You mean you’d give it up for a better world, the old man wonders what is happening to the human race, finally he says to the young apprentice, who said that to you anyway he says, the apprentice sighs, well Jesus of course, don’t you believe in the world to come he says addressing the old man, who checks his watch, he is due to rendevous with his teenage sweetheart shortly, well she is a teenager, but the old man is no sweetheart, just a ruthless pragmatist.
Solomon sighed, the extremists are being turned into babbling fools: when they open their mouths, their truth pours out, while those that used to support them wonder, how did we vote for that. Solomon read the papers; there was dissent in many places, lawyers were hiring investigators, lives were being privately undermined, it was business to the lawyer, money; Solomon sighed, didn’t they all know, everyone of them, that the day of the Lord had arrived, miracles were happening, and extreme thought was on the divine radar, and that meant an end to them, amen. Who said that?…Just one thought, a good prayer, it was time to put the effort in, the ship of extremism sailed on in search of any friendly port, sink it he prayed before they can get ashore, it’s only listing now, amen.
Waterloo, 204 years ago today, the smoke covers the field, the grass blood soaked, the revolution halted, a pause in the change, no tyrants please, we prefer Spirit, of the heavenly type. Old writer of that time, it was the weather he said, the gun carriages could not move fast enough in the mud, the battle had to be put back a few hours, then the great rescue, on account of all the seemingly unconnected events, and as the old writer said, waterloo itself was no part of the battle, it was where the report was written about the battle. The battle was lost but the victory was with the loosing side, the end of the feudal systems, that had dominated life, the formation of the EU one mind
, and even today the fight continues, as there are those who want that model of community to fail, in order to allow countries to become havens to the will of devious men. Together, you can’t fail.
Solomon spent thoughts on the many interventions, the unseen events, that transformed, loss into victory, the D Day weather changes, the earthquake after the Death of Jesus on the cross, it is the power of Spirit. Focus on the world above, the light comes from Heaven, the Spirit that connects with it, it’s inside you. How many women died on account of thinking that, and how we recall them, today their Spirit lives. So hear we are, the planet faces a battle, can we curb the instinct to consumme and give the earth breathing space. Solomon sighed, if there was divine intervention before there will be again. Waterloo looked like a disaster for the loser, same as Donald Trump was deemed a disaster for climate change, well, perhaps it’s just one way to draw all our attentions to the most pressing issue of the day, our living environents, social and physical, amen.
The struggle to knead it all together, the knuckles push down hard, roll it over and knead some more, wipe the sweat from your brow, the effort in making a little dough, there has to be an easier way, she struggles on, the oven is traditional and the labor is hard, she slides it into the hot furnace, twenty minutes later she pulls out a beautiful sweet smelling loaf, making dough, she feels it for texture, it passes the test, she will serve it with dinner while she eats with the rest, worth it, home made, it tastes as it should, and it brings the family together.
She sits opposite the lawyer, she is an investigator, thrash is her business, the way she makes her dough, she reads the file, it’s a messy divorce, there is money at risk, the client wants the dirt, she understands, finding rubbish and dirt has been her trade mark, it’s been her life, the more she gets the bigger the applause, client satisfaction at the end of the day. He sits in the office, reading the pension status of the target company, wondering how he can find away, around those narrow interpretations, if there is a way he will find it, and will reward himself comfortably.
Law of the jungle, the weakest and the vulnerable matter little, when it comes to the human form, there is a big difference though, the little matter of the divine. Solomon was going through the list of undesirable professions, and wondered how so many got entangled in these dark pursuits, stealing from the vulnerable, and cheating without contempt, he sighed, had seen the Great Spirit, not the fairy tale they thought it was, but the real thing, didn’t they know, that they would all, every one of them, would have to account for themselves one day, of that he had no doubts.
The assault on the sensibilities of the young was upper most on his mind, he had little friends, so he was reminding himself, they need a little help, so he prayed. By putting words on the issue, he was pretty sure, the awareness would be heightened, amen.
Everyone likes having back up, someone to support you, who helps when you are in the corner, simple to understand, the concept of back up. Imagine the all knowing One, full of purpose, who works to hold in balance, all the strings of the universe, imagine the back up. Imagine the Great Spirit, an invisible energy that finds refuge in a body, a resting place, a sanctuary from all the madness, a place where you can reflect and be patient, before making your next move, and then imagine your role within the universe, and it’s simply this; to shed a light on what is hidden from all, in order to bring to attention, to the Great Spirit, a scenario, that might be worth delving into. Then imagine the words of Jesus; don’t panic, you have back up all the time, once you Believe in Love and The Holy words, if you apply it, the back up is automatic, how easy is that.
Solomon sighed, that is the kind of back up that delivers everyday, who needs the other kind. even the cruellest tyrant in the world had back up, come to think of it, every evil had back up, and probably an assortment of lawyers and accountants as well. He hoped they were all able to read the signs overhead, cause they got the back up of the Most Holy, amen.
He said there was a safe place, a bunker built in the event of a grand storm, she hid her pain in her clothing a memorial to hurt, at every opportunity she was ready to raise that hate filled voice, the repairs were going to be a godsend to many thousands of relief workers, mothers could look forward to Christmas knowing he’d be working till Christmas and beyond, we haven’t seen one of those for a while said the senator, he traveled down to see the damage for himself, and the pictures would go well with his version of history, that was when i went to the aid of the hurricane victims, really granddad, it was news in many different forms, the lucky the sad and the prospectors.
Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit, and wrote about it almost daily, in order for others to be informed, divine intervention and real love was connected as they say, and it was the duty of the religious communities to make this clear, not to hide the great truth from everybody. The only call they were making this morning was to their insurance companies, the lucky ones who had it covered, meanwhile, they would go on printing inexhaustible supplies of paper money, while telling everyone they had to tighten their belts, S
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