Baggage and the Past

learn from your life, don’t ignore your past, and don’t over burden yourself with worthless baggage, forgive your mistakes, and forgive others theirs, this life is a journey not a day trip, so while you forgive others, others may forgive you. How can you say you don’t like fish if you don’t try it a few times, same with forgiveness, until you try it you will never know what it feels like, the rush of energy you will feel, the lightness of being, the inner well being. Perhaps, you want to feel misery and just pass it on, stay addicted as they say. As children, we learn from the imitation around us.

Solomon was trying to get to the nub of the issue; how to become light, as we are children of the light. He surmised, I guess you have to unload the resentments you store up inside. Can you imagine a bird flying with an Iron Bar attached to his leg. Neither do I. There were many little habits that we could build into our lives, easily. Don’t look away when you see suffering, don’t elevate yourself when one day you will be the same as dirt, who are you fooling. Stop before you go out the door, think, will I do something good today, and if you have a talent, it was given to you to be shared out. AS Neil Young says, castles in the Head, zero on the ground, (well)….

Birds Fly, they wear no parachutes, they rise when they want, they can see a worm from a thousand feet, and a small fish under water from

far on high, and you think you have a special skill; well, you did once. Light, find it inside you, amen.

 

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Mother and Child

The line is getting close to the check out, she holds her daughter’s hand tight. In a few hours, she will be in another world, a little frightened the way all new visitors feel, when they are somewhere new. Young, too young, she rebelled and ran away from home, that was ten years ago. twenty six now, with a three year old child, she made friends with the first man that seemed okay, she is wiser now, back then she was on the run. She reflects while she stands inline, her life has changed, the small hand in hers, a new responsibility. To be free from the influence, her boy friend so controlling, she hated the life, maybe that’s how a mother feels. She looks at the small human being holding her hand, her life line to the world, yes, that’s me she says to herself. Why has this child taken over my life; she laughed when she heard of friends with children on the way, the way they acted, pretending she imagined; how can one person have such a hold on your life.

The desk assistant smiles when she proffers her pass port. She reaches over the desk, catches sight of the little girl;. going to a new world she says with a smile. The little girl looks at her Mother, hopeful.

Solomon sighed, how many were on the road to freedom across the world. Compassion, love and charity, the very basics required of all those who called themselves believers, amen.

Don’t Look Now

He shakes his wrist, it’s a habit, the watch he wears is expensive, few can afford them, and it dazzles the heads of those who notice, it’s got him places, that flashy watch. In the exclusive bazaars of the east, the watch is not so handy now, it attracts the stares of those willing to sacrifice their life for it. He doesn’t stride so proud, feels rather uncomfortable, rich and white, displaying his wealth, gee, never knew there were so many needy people about, doesn’t feel like Manhattan on a Saturday night, more like the ghetto you want to forget. Not that he cares, it’s all a disguise. Don’t stare over there Tracey, she is looking at a man with a stump for a hand, Don’t look Tracey he says, she can’t help herself, she goes over to him, as if drawn by the missing hand. His eyes are pleading, she drops a few noisy coins into the tin cup, his eyes lighten up. Wristwatch Ray is not impressed with her. She is a new girl friend, another one, the field trip to the sanctuary, he wants to prove his credentials, that way he will gain control over her; the trip to the bazaar, a fancy she had, not his thinking at all, he prefers confined thinking

. How people are so easily impressed, don’t look now!.

Give it Up

The car needs a service, he prefers to walk, she is worried about her weight, he says exercise will sort it out, she prefers the Gym, the choices. The amount of time we spend on stuff that we will soon forget. He had a dream, there was all the stuff you could possibly want, and the other end of the spectrum, a new car, low wheels, open top, warm weather, he is walking to the shop recalling the dream, spots the sign offering cheap car insurance, then he thought, if he had what the dream said, he wouldn’t be thinking that, rather, the garage, would it be big enough for the collection, or would he need a group policy, they probably do it cheaper for celebrities, the stuff that fills the head, red or blue, another detail he would have to  mull over. The ideas that we fill our heads with. Solomon recalled the parable of old, it’s your heart that matters most, even if you need a top up every so often. Easy to see the conflict though, between the Spirit and the material, the daily existence, amen.

No Religion

The prophets of old, the words of Jesus, written many times, the day is unknown, the hour, but when it happens, the great change, it will be instant, the light of God will be all the religion they will need. In a nutshell sighed Solomon, rather than dwell on what divides so many believers, who not focus on what we have in common, and work back, love God first, and it will all work out. Not bad trying to figure out your purpose on earth, amen.

The Rest of My Life…

No, it wasn’t the great sleep, it is simple, the rest of your life, what do you mean she said. She wanted to be free of them, older now, she had changed internally, she was looking out, same as a bird about to leave the nest. So much of the world is in a hurry, she is too, if I don’t do it today, the opportunity is lost, come on, she is making sense. The cocaine is helping her thought process, she is super confident, knows what she wants. So much of life is fueled, the emotional spears, the wounds that haven’t healed, the need to escape them. sometimes we need a push.

To the world she had everything money could possibly buy, inside, she wanted to hear what was real, not what everyone wanted her to hear, she was a queen trapped, as captive as a bird in a cage. So much we feel is fixed, she gets the rush of the high, she states her case, I need to fly she says. The arguing continues, there is no peace at the table, her friends, so modern too, they don’t accept the old ways, she points out to what is going on around the world, haven’t you noticed she sighs.

The SPIRIT is strong inside her, the changes above clear to all, the numbers re appearing, the revelations and all. Her Father nods, she is right, there is too much we hang on to that we need to let go he says, his wife smiles, she has suffered from the restrictive practices, some rules

are reasonable, but they don’t need to be enforced.

Solomon imagined many young women hoping the changes came sooner, while the elders remained stiff minded, but as usual, wisdom wins out in the end. THE Spirit is alive, the plans of the extremists implode on themselves, just a little patience required, that’s all.

Young Savers

Parents, grand parents, the local co-op, school, teachers and preachers, the need to be a young saver, having the back up, the bit you can fall back on. Young savers, Solomon was reminded, the school year closes, the summer begins. The plans that have been saved up, the dreams for the two free months ahead, a holiday, a memory, something to fall back on come the fall, we did that and this, and we went to see this and that, the young saving their memories. The paint on the walls wont hold the building up, it will look smarted when your close up, don’t get carried away, it’s only a paint job, but a good memory, that is something to hold.

The Child leaves school, the holidays, the home life is not the greatest, his father deserted them, he was too young to understand it then, but as he gets older, he knows that he is missing something. Many call out to Fathers, don’t deny your children, save a little for them, put aside your career, park the ego, stop pretending to be important among your colleagues, go home and mind your children, be a saver, amen.

Solomon reflected on the enormous number of interventions, enormous, the record number of changes, the numbers, the weather, the old revelations come through, news of divine intervention, while the same method continued in the old church, he sighed, you exist to raise the Spirit, you are there to help them save themselves, reminding them, that you are a servant after all too

, and not the boss.

What had all the young savers in their heads, what had gone into those heads. The picture from the sky is real, the visit of the Holy Spirit, and more, news of an everlasting life, worth saving for.