Houston

Houston we have a problem, the phone call is short, they are not referring to the storm, even if it’s a tropic on many minds. Houston we have a problem, when said twice, the words have a strong affect. They have been watching the skies for many months, the wave patterns are not what they have heard before, it’s the reality of Heaven, the signals cannot be deciphered, it’s not something they can keep quite.  The agent of the old system, is reporting back, the findings are certainly divine, it wasn’t the news they wanted to hear, it meant the end of the old system and the start of something new, at least they had a contingency plan, let’s be nice to everyone for a while. families refused credit get letters of approval and interest free loans to get them out of the tight corner, there is relief for awhile, the storms abate, what next Houston, they didn’t want to answer that.

Solomon sighed, they should have seen the cloud, amen.

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Spirit

there are two types, that that comes from above, and that that comes from men, the Spirit above brings with it, a bounty, eternal life, it is everlasting, goes on and on. What’s the difference asked the child, it was confusing, the spirit was the spirit, what was this other “Spirit”. The power of God lived in Holy Spirit He said, it could heal, make the impossible possible, it protected and guided, it was what the old prophets wrote about. It was the lasting kind, and it was gathering in strength, as love grew stronger. The boy nodded his head, it was the answer to his prayers, a simple explanation. He was experiencing strange things, he could see angels, he was aware of old spirits, was he going crazy like his sister, she was still in the asylum. Now he realized what he had was a gift.

Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, and more, and it all pointed to a reforming world, a change, and the results in the time period, make it clear, this is ordained from above, how wonderful was that, awesome.

Jesus made simple

words, be kind when you use them, be kind to those in need, God lives in you, make space, avoid that which does not lead to love, and remember this, forgiveness trumps everything, it kills the evil impulse in you. If you believe, it means you love, and love extends beyond your borders. And remember this, “the Holy Spirit will come to help you understand”, now that’s not too hard to understand. so don’t fill the world with all your fears, keep them to yourselves, after all, who would poison there own children, amen.

Solomon was trying to learn a little, make it simple, a good start helps everyone, amen.

The Water ladies

The water ladies, he reaches for the tumbler and pours some, it melts into the whiskey, cheers, he smiles, it is a long way from the well, but the water just gets there, in reach of his hand. Solomon was reading a story, the toil on lives, and the need for clean water, in half the world, so many women walked for hours just to collect a few gallons, which they had to haul back to their families, something whiskey jack never gave a thought to. In a world that was running empty when it came to clean sources of clean water, Solomon thought of all those decision makers, and their callous ways when it came to the most vital of needs, simple clean water. Well, if you fill it with chemicals, add a little of this, well it’s water isn’t it. The well of life was the wisdom of the world, and that well was getting to the stage when it wasn’t going to produce anymore, a change was required. Mother nature howls loudly, her children, the plants, the struggling bees, it just wasn’t the same anymore, what were they putting in the water.

The heavy jugs are a burden in any weather, under a sweltering sky, the load is heavier, but they are used to, they toil without regret, they do it for others sake. Solomon was asking the great Spirit, wisdom please in order to deal with this. he encountered the Holy Spirit, and many blessings flowed from that well, it was not a delusion, many others had encountered it too, but the religious leaders needed to be made aware of this great providence. You don’t mess with such influences he sighed, you listen, amen. Fill them with wisdom he prayed. In a day of two the message would get through, it always did, you just had to believe, the same way Jesus does, amen.

 

The Voice

Her ears shifted up, it was the voice, there was a rhyme in her heart, it wasn’t that she listened to pure rhythm, it was the way her heart reacted, there was an ease in her stride, even if she walked in the dark, she couldn’t see, so she learned to feel emotionally, the senses. Her eyes had never been cast upon envy as the eyes do normally see, they did not see the love that was on parade, it wasn’t that she wasn’t feeling inside, it was the way she expressed herself, the gentle sigh, the call of a bird in the trees, love is never threatening, just brings along a case of sensuous anxiety sometimes, so it was to the voice she was tuned, it was how she dealt with the difficulty of sight, having eyes and being unable to see, being blind while being able to see.

Solomon was remarking on the reaction of a fried, the widening smile, and how easy it was to ad a little sparkle to any life, how the lack of threat was freedom to many, just being able to be oneself, true. There are words we want to put on situations, sometimes we can’t find them, our emotional baggage is too heavy, other times we are afraid to utter them, afraid of the reaction and how it could change something. In the cafe he heard her voice, it wasn’t the conversation, it was the way she blended her smile and words with that voice, amen. It was music for the heart, that voice.

Saturday Night Fever

Just keep me busy, i don’t want to think about it, in her head, once she throws her arms around another human, she’ll forget herself, maybe find love, is that asking too much. She stands before the mirror, notices the magazine headline, she reads while sitting on the loo, 100 ways to feel more confident, written by a successful woman, who led a so called perfect life, her smile is perfect.

Her eyes are sad, but she thinks of a happy event, suddenly she spots a smile, her grin widens for a few moments, she just needs reminding.  She doesn’t want to be exploited, she’s had enough of the advice experts, but she’s afraid she’ll miss something if she doesn’t buy it. The cell rings, the taxi is outside, she grabs her purse, one look at the mirror, she’s gone. The journey is a drama, the streets pass by, her gaze follows them, her head is pointed out of the window, were here the driver says. She puts on a smile, hands over the fare, keep it she replies to the extra. Her friends are inside, two vodka’s and she’ll  be fine, Saturday night fever time. the music is live, it feels different, hasn’t heard live in a while, the crowd is different, they seem to be listening, they don’t hit on her, they are actually dancing too, her heart begins to flutter, she hasn’t felt like this is in a while. would you like to dance her friend says. they bob and jive, the energy flows, the alcohol is secondary, she is having a good time. three  hours later she is heading, Saturday night fever, she feels good for once, goes home with a head on her shoulders, not with a human fever, what the difference a prayer makes.

Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, it is amazing what God can do, just belie

ve it, amen.

I’m Young

She handles the gadget, in awe, it’s almost religious, it connects to billions, and she has the world in her hands, she wonders, the message is risque, will i press the button, and get involved in the game. The button pulses on the screen, push me push me, she’s on the brink of change, others have pressed the button, she wants to tell her mother, but she won’t understand, that’s what her online friends tell her. A neighbor passes, she smiles, she used to play with dolls, games children play, but that’s so old fashioned. Her idols, well, they, she doesn’t know what she wants, she’s young. There is no one to guide her, both parents work, she’s lucky that way, her friends mother works all the time and she has no father, who do you turn to, everybody is doing it, pressing the button. Her little heart sighs, why she pauses, she senses the fear, just do it anyway.

I’m young, is anyone hearing me. Solomon was reminding himself, and others, life is a journey filled with responsibility, risk, and a goal at the end, the door to heaven possibly. The older ones act as guides he imagined, the way teachers assist their pupils, because, they are young. Solomon wrote it as a prayer, many were calling out, seeking help, amen.