A Child is Born to the world….

I could be watching TV. Well TV is what he heard these last six weeks. A break from the rattle tattle of the office printer he was used to night and day. too warm to move, cosy and wrapped, fed continuously, room was getting tighter, Pushy was getting anxious. Due to make his first official appearance onto the world stage, he’d been holding off this last week, on account of the weather forecast. Cold and icy for the next three weeks announced the weather forecaster a week earlier, just as pushy was ready to make his big entrance. Pushy decided to remain a tummy baby, yet to be born, but like all great actors, waited for the right moment to enter the fray. She’s eating burgers again, washed down with orange juice, pushy liked orange juice, burped inside her tummy, forcing him to shake a leg.

I can feel him moving” smiled Mary. Other friends laughed loudly. Pushy wiggled around trying to get his ear into position. What are they saying, I’m not even born yet and they are making plans for me. Did they ever hear about free will.

Like sliding about, be a baby inside a tummy. Pushy was rolling around in his mother’s tummy. She was on her feet again. She’s eating again, what this time wondered pushy. Smelled okay, he wondered if it was a Chinese, hopefully not. Beef, fresh Irish beef, yummy smiled pushy who was being fed through his mother. The rich smell of Tipperary beef, probably the best beef on the planet. Well, when you have the freshest water in Europe to cook with, to grow with, the outcome is usually wholesome, and good for pushy who could only think of himself.

Do they all speak with that accent wondered pushy, the theme tune to a familiar soap opera waking him up after a short nap. They didn’t speak like mammy figured pushy trying to work out the plot line, moving himself around, trying to get his best ear to the action. The doorbell rang. Shit sighed pushy, he’d never know if they had the affair. New shit tomorrow.

any news yet” asked Jennifer, a friend of mammy’s.

if it doesn’t move soon I don’t know what I’ll do” replied mammy, back on the couch.

This is really bugging me, they are pushing me too far. I’ll surprise them.

More food, spicy shit, this is unbelievable fumed pushy trying to move around his tummy room. Makes you fart, burst even. Dirty tricks department, they are trying to move me. Wait till I get out of here, just you wait. She stopped eating, god that was close. The door closed. It was time for bed. The bump the bump, four more bumps and we’d be on the bed. He liked the way mammy massaged him while they were in bed lying down. He could swim up and down across and for as long as he wanted, unimpeded too. she’s getting fast sighed pushy, not realising that is was he who was growing fastest. I used to be able to stretch, not so much now.

Soft music put him in a trance. She played him frank Sinatra in bed. Good taste, a real smoocher, our frank Nuts, I don’t believe it, not even normal nuts, spicy nuts. She’s trying to do my head in sighed pushy kicking out in disgust. Mary smiled, patted her tummy. Who loves you she said. Pushy listened with rage, how could she eat spicy so late at night. Down there, he often wondered what was down there, never went down there, felt safer up here. He could rest up here, down there and he’d nothing to hold onto. His foot slipped all of a sudden, got caught on a ledge. Pushy held on for dear life. Twisted around, head first, if I go down there I’ll never come back, I’ll lose my comfort zone. Where’s the water gone. Mammy was on her feet. I hear her on the fone. I’m stuck, I’m stuck. Jennifer is at the door. Mammy mammy, it’s an earthquake shouts pushy, does anyone ever listen. What am I supposed to do. Stuck in the black hole, I’m dead I’m dead, ah, ah, I see light, light, god I’m alive, I’m alive, ah mammy, mammy screams pushy, tears in his eyes, tears in her eyes as well.

Lights everywhere, the place smells horrible, voices I never heard all around me, I’m not putting up with this. Pushy cleared his throat and screamed for all his worth. A minute later he was lying with mammy. She’s my mother smiled pushy…. 

Flight of the Spirit

Flight of the doves, sweet flight no trace, no one can follow it, though some will try to imitate it, even buying the expertise, as if they could buy it, Spirit. How competing Spirits can be overcome by pride, what a waste, don’t they realise it, how many have tried to, own it. Human minds can’t possibly understand, the invisible nature of it, and why mere children are first to recognise it, an energy, that is not sullied, no adult anyway, unless blessed with it. Dependent on rules, the young are not under the threat of rules, they copy what is in front of them, and they succumb to it, the example they are shown, which become rules. My pleasure is the escape, the mind does not have to work, I can ignore it, the unpleasant experiences, sidelined, and to that pleasure I return, whenever I am troubled, refuge. In the ideal world it’s the safety of family, the comfort of a father or mother, in they I trust, what else they say is there. Occasionally, there are those nourished in a healthy Spiritual way, it’s not as common as many would wish, and when children wish to run, it’s always a sign of distress, there is great anxiety, why else. Solomon encountered such beings, wisdom beyond years, who are able to express it, the flight of the doves.

 Amen.

C2 Fish

C2 Fish, what do you mean she asks, they are swimming in the river, but they have heard the stories, rumours, the toxic waste they have been pouring into the mediteranean and other places for a long time. Some people have seen C2 fish he says. C2 fish, who ever heard of such a thing. No, No, No, not C2 fish, see through fish, what she says, he raises his eyebrows, women, will they listen, C2 Fish, fish you can see through. No need to get iffy with me dear. See through fish, and they are listening now because they are afraid of their own children, nothing more.

Little Brother

What are you doing, I’m talking to you, the small child ignores his senior, continues with the virtual game, it keeps the mind occupied, what difference does it make he thinks, an extra half hour on the machine, he punches the buttons, it’s exciting, ignores the older person. Child is dismayed, watched a documentary recently, the failure of the adult population and now the existence of the world is endangered, enjoy it while you can, he has heard all the feel good blurb, one life, do what you can, chase the power and the cash, and the thrill if you can, everybody else is at it, Doesn’t God understand, the child is engaged in mind, the game continues, heard some leaders on TV, the game is all that matters, well, he picks up on the propaganda, can fool his mother his teachers, just about everyone, what are you looking at Big Brother, I’m doing what you have all been doing all these years, looking after yourselves, he looks at his older brother with contempt.

The Bishop makes an appeal in church, the environment, the little boy listens, wishes that the bishop was more exciting, and said something he’d hadn’t already heard. They preach from comfortable positions, you are not fooling anyone. as for the Treatment of women, this child has heard from his grannies conversations with friends, he is a bit of an eavesdropper, all children are, the desire to learn burns inside them. Voting rights only arrived in the last hundred years, and they burned women for having ideas, the little boy listened to those stories, didn’t like what they did to women, he loves his mother, and now they call themselves his mothers friends. does not like his mother portrayed as a sexual object either.

Solomon smiled, the wisdom of God and the foolishness of men, they haven’t a clue. Leaders rise up, and make fools of the usual candidates, Donald Trump comes to mind, every vice of the human race, seemingly, his brand is bumped into cyber space, and the sound byte gets him elected, the elongated strategies of the solid candidates ignored, same as the child and his little brother, why should you listen to more of the same, when in the past they let everyone down, the child is no fool, and no one fools God. Well, playing games with climate change fools no one ,a case of a boy called wolf, amen. Power, money is control, watch them come, watch the forests burn, really…

And you want to send example to your children, they usually imitate you.

Davos and Divorce….

Is either good for us, at least a divorce can help you get out of an abusive relationship, even if the lawyers are the only ones left satisfied, the big smile, what can I do for you, ah, you’ve split up, lets see how we can divide the assets, I hope you have a good accountant too, Davos is a bit like the lawyer part, every year they discuss the well being of the world, the financial well being, no wonder they don’t invite Spiritual leaders, maybe next year, when they come to terms with divine intervention, the stuff they can’t control, and need help with, enough said about Davos. If money can be printed, it can’t be that bad, it’s just a case of who is printing the money, well, when you get into debt that is astronomical, no one is ever going to challenge you, unless you have not too much, then it’s safe to challenge you, the market won’ get upset, even Tigers need a balanced diet.

The oceans, acidic, the environment for children growing up, toxic, so many worthy topics, none of them financial, yet Davos persists, the welfare of the world, not ignoring the billion of so souls living with a disability as the journalist in the paper said, (don’t take credit for the efforts of others, it does not go down well in high places) well, does anything come as close as the welfare of our living environments.

Solomon was looking at the poster, he was in the old church, an Indian Prophesy, what happens when there is no space left to exploit, where do you stop, back track, and all the Davos community can talk about, the financial system, same as spoiled children with too many toys, immune from outside influence, until they have to live in it. Perhaps it’s old prophesy repeating itself, well, at least we have precedent to help us, and remind us too, Goliath, didn’t get the victory expected, the story of our times.

The thousands of fine lives stolen in their prime, cause they said stop, Solomon sighed, as the words came to him, he knew he was getting the help from above, and that was beyond understanding, In Davos, and many other places, amen. The men in Davos, seemed to be touting nationalism, in affect, seeking an effort to rehash the harm many of them already caused for opportunity purposes, well, if your busy as they say, ……