Manuals in Self Harm

The tips you pick up online, how to get ahead, how to read the stock charts, how to make a million, how to deceive your parents, how to deceive anyone. The words you need to use, how to respond, how to remain calm, how to get others to lose focus, how to run your own cult, how to control anyone, finding out as much as you can, the stuff you can use to create the impression of knowing them, how to undermine trust, how to get them to run, the world is a world of confused ants, women who diet but never succeed, men who strive while so few succeed, there has to be a better way, does that sound real. The story of fake news, many were complaining about it, how opinions are twisted, false ideas giving head space, all from the different manuals in self-harm. If you exhibit the signs of mental well being if you behave this way, who do you want to be, just follow the manual?

Solomon read many conflicting stories, heard many views, why believe in that Church, my version is better, there is contradiction everywhere, a constant news feed. The signs from above, the sun that shines on everyone, the lessons for everyone, it’s strange how disaster or coming disasters get us to think as one, it’s going to affect us all, how are we going to deal with it. When all is said and done, compassion is not taking advantage of others, love is being patient not demanding all the time, and forgiveness, it’s something rarely practised at all, but spoken about. Solomon listened to many differing opinions, the ways the mountain is climbed, we are better, they are ignorant, they haven’t evolved, he heard so many arguments. For all their arguments, Spirit is central, it’s inside you, you make choices, it’s not complicated, same as the parables of Jesus, why was he given such wisdom, or do you need to ask. Did he create envy, or a desire to hear more words of wisdom?, and when you hear those words, does it not put your heart at rest!

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Joan of Arc

She passed on, this day in fact, the year 1431, burnt at the stake, she heard the voice of God, was filled with the Spirit, the same power that gives the swallow a lift, fly, the bird flies, and before her, as said all those years ago, by Jesus Christ, you murdered the prophets of God, and then built tombs to them and venerated them afterwards, the words of ancient scripture, come through, while the prophets are a tide that never fails to arrive, washing away the stone of stubborness, planted in the souls of men, who envied power and control. But the tide of Prophets comes and comes again, same as those warriors facing the machine guns with only swords in their hands. Is this the reason we are given examples of huge human loss, as the human tide tries to overcome the demon, amen. Solomon sighed, it is one way of viewing the journey, and the ever lasting eternal gift that is waiting, when the walls are breached and torn down. The souls mount up, the Body of Christ strengthens, layer after layer, until they fill the body of Man, thereby allowing the return of God’s Holy Spirit to earth. Solomon smiled, yeah, we have come to that moment, thank you Joan of Arc, and all those you inspired, amen.

Ironic really, those that tried to control the earth now have to clean up the mess they created, hurry up boys!

The Bird Stopped Singing

Silence in the street, the familiar hum is gone, the beat that used to fill your head, the side to side rhythm, the bird is silent, but his memory lives on.  How we take it for granted, the sound of music, birds and their tweets, the friendly smile that used to lend you a cigarette, and those conversations that went anywhere but always had meaning. There is no economic value in a bird song, there is no money in music on the street, well, you can press the button and have it automatically, why would live music matter. Solomon heard of the passing on of a good soul and friend of his, a member of the James gang, an outlaw type.  Mornings spent listening for a half hour, the requests he played, Neil Young and more, thanks he says, I’m sure your entertaining elsewhere now.

Good leaders, how the business minded only value money and nothing more, amen. There had to be a loading given to wisdom in the days ahead, the danger to the environment, the abuse of communities, the madness of celebrity culture, there are artists who inspire. Solomon reflected on the many times he heard the banjo play as he rounded the corner, and the smile it would put you his face, and the few requests he could make. It wasn’t economic the activity, but it was wisdom to support it. He had in times past, and now he could as God Most High, and expect to get a hearing, even when he wasn’t right. You never stop listening to music, thanks John.

Covered in Fire

Is it possible, was it static or was it the Spirit inside, the garment flashed in the dark, streaks of electricity, is that who we are, charged energy. What’s inside us, and what stops us from pouring out the Spirit. He was electric, she electrified the audience, comments you hear, but to experience it, it made clear the picture of us as light and dark energy. and as we encourage the light, the more dynamic we become, more alive. Jesus put his hands on the sick, they were healed, they touched his garments, that was all they had to do, they believed and were healed. God’s healing power was sent through the Spirit, it’s real, but we have become afraid to touch and reach out. Was this the reason why the world was sexualized, so that we would lose these abilities, and thereby lose our contact with God?.

Solomon saw blood on the sheets, soon after his electric moment, his own, his nose was a tap, damn blood everywhere. He wasn’t going to drain for awhile, and he lost four or five pints once a long time ago, that was a real spill, this was a stream, it might have filled a small whiskey glass, that’s all. Was there a bleeding heart, he had a small friend who was looking forward to seeing him, they shared great moments, memories that last forever.

In his confusion, the doctor and a cigarette maybe, he rushed out of the bloodied bed, hurries down the street, the more he hurries the faster the blood flows, he wasn’t thinking, what a sight, a red rag over his face, the shop is closed, he ends up in the church, so that’s how it works, you get the alarm call and you run with it. He sits on the pew, his head at the angle, looking at the angel, so this is how it works is it. A mother and her little child enters, they light candles, the mother is teaching her daughter, there is a God. Solomon is too busy with the blood to notice that much, but imagine the surprise, when a few minutes after the mother and daughter leave the temple, they return to offer him some tissues they bought for him, a very kind thought, and the child wore a heavenly smile, the sort of look only the purely innocent wear. They must have thought he was a mess, he smiles, they depart, Solomon is moved, how kind, such a sweet thought. Imagine the greater surprise, when two minutes later, they appear in the door, the little girl carries a bag for his bloody tissues. She hands over the blue plastic bag, a big sense of wonder in her young eyes. They will be blessed he sighed. Children don’t rear themselves, amen. Many parents would learn from that Mother’s example.

Whats the Hurry

Your average five year old is searching the web, something interesting to get excited about, what’s the rush, he is safe isn’t he, he is only filling his head with all sorts of stuff. Didn’t Hitler do that as well, fill the heads of the anxious and vulnerable, and the mess, fifty million dead, not such a good idea allowing them to fill your child’s head so easily. The tan is beginning to fade, wish the weather would heat up, want some of those rays, I am going on my holidays, don’t mention the arctic, that’s been happening for years, I am going to have my drug, I don’t complain when you play golf all afternoon, easy on the wine dear, his eyes turn to heaven, she will be a pure devil within an hour, what’s the hurry you ask. The rich guy in the corner is laughing, what can they do about it, he thinks it’s the case of the strong over the weak, give into it. In three hours you can pick up a child in some cities, what’s the rush. With money you can buy them all, look across the water, living in cuckoo land, the children in senior positions of power, when it happened in North Korea, Parts of Africa, we all called it, dictatorship, well, in a world controlled by paper, those who print it, set the rules, what’s the hurry.

As Ezra said, as in the time of Lot, Moses, Noah, and all the great prophets, they partied to the limit and then shrieked in terror, when they realized it was over, what’s the hurry. Solomon saw the signs, from ancient times, in real time, Spirit, Cloud, the trumpet, living on a knife edge including the global environment, what about the social environments, those things, what do you call them, children, yeah, the great leaders of the future, no doubts what they are getting addicted to, too. look, if we are all doing it, it’s called normal, what’s the hurry, Cindy will do it all night, wait, what’s the hurry?

Solomon sighed. The night he encountered the “Pure Spirit”, and how it changed every day since. Gifts we have, for the well being of all, as it was in the beginning, so it will be at the end. Words sighed Solomon, the beginning and the end of everything, how we use them.

Suffering What, good for me!

You are just being relocated Jones, it’s not that we are getting rid of you, see it our way, you are being moved, an even better job opportunity, won’t you feel great, you will be thanking us afterwards, she smiles through her bleached teeth, her half moon smiles runs as far as her ears, and those nauseating glasses, frame less, all Mr Jones can do is sit there, bite his lip, they are giving him an extra 10% severance, there is nothing he can do, it’s the ultimate breakup, he is going to suffer regardless. Good for me he howls, his arms surround his office bits, pictures of the children, what will he tell the wife, there is a mortgage to pay, and the health cover they have currently is essential, one of the children has permanent bad health, good for me he howls, as he dumps the cardboard box on the back seat and gets into his ford. Suffering is good for me, he slams the car into gear, will I run a red light, too much too much, he calms down. The car is stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to turn green, Jones is all over the place, an old man comes out of a shop, so what, Jones watches him go to the alley, there is a trolley full of his stuff, the old man begins to push it, lame as well, looks like he needs a good nights sleep. Could be me, the lights change, the mood eases, it’s only anger now, cooling as he goes, suffering is good for me, what was she saying, probably had someone to clean her ass all her life…

No good comes out of suffering, well, many would disagree, how many lives have changed in such circumstances. Solomon sighed, what did the early believers feel, when they saw their Leader on the cross, helpless for awhile. Then the signs came, remain patient, and two thousand years later, He is still the one they pray to, how about that! , use my Name he said, the Holy Spirit will come, you just have to believe…the rest is history…

 

 

The Women

Had the idea did you, really, they turned on her and decided she was demonic, tied her to a pole and burned her instead, everyone else in the village looked on, well there was no TV and entertainment was unheard of, so they gathered in the square, amen. The next woman came forward, she had the same dream and the same thing happened, they all wanted a better world for their children to grow up in, they burned her as well. Solomon cast his mind back to the times of Joan of Arc, her visions and the end, pity they never listened to her. Moving the times 400 odd years forward, the women were replacing the men in the high spec jobs, the glass ceiling cracking all over the place, they were listening now, amen.

Solomon was going through his own life, and there wasn’t a day that he didn’t learn from, some lessons were harder to figure out though, but he was learning, unlike the faith keepers of old who punished those who saw it different to them. Just listen he said all those years ago, didn’t Jesus relax more in the company of women than any of them, what were they all afraid of, their pride. Women, they have the gift of life inside them, as for their children, they often died willingly for them. hurry  girls!