Me Too Hungry….

Me Too, Me Too, what are you saying Liz, your not making sense, Me Too, what’s wrong with you, we are all hungry, give us this me too rubbish. The weathered woman looks up at the overhead satellite, keeping on eye on them, while they starve to death, Me Too, hunger, who isn’t. Her Friend is stirring the mash they call food, a ladle in one hand, a mobile phone in the other, a modern smart one. She is reading about the Me Too revolution going on, she wonders if it’s a game show, many famous people are involved. Me Too she shouts, her friend sitting in the shade turns around, will you give up this Me Too rubbish or we will send you to the asylum. At least they will feed me there she replies, with a laugh.

The old lady gets up, wonders over to her friend, what is this Me Too business. Sitting in the middle of the desert, they are reading all about the new social media thing, what is it about, they don’t understand it. They press the right button, they go to an information section and donations, the younger one reads, she nods, Me Too she says, who hasn’t suffered in this world.

Suffering says the old woman, I haven’t not known it, amen, Me Too.

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Freedom

You want to escape the trap, well here is the answer, the worries that hold you down, the Spirit that lifts you up, pause before you click, think, what are you going to achieve in the next five minutes, if you don’t listen, how can you possibly learn. Many complain, there is oppression, there is this wrong, the head full of excuses, to justify their position, which they are willing to hold tight, while ignoring the truth of their existence, you have to listen, there is no other way, listen.

I have the answer already, the words spurt from your mouth before the person has stopped talking, and you say you listen, your just a pretender, real freedom is the ability to listen

. Alzhiemers’, diseases of the mind, the breakdown of the mind, when a part of the brain closes off, and you can no longer listen, as you forget as soon as you do.

Solomon met some old friends, in their nineties, mentally perfect, not a blemish in the mind, and what they had in common, they were both listeners. Freedom comes from learning, and being a learner everyday, not closed minded as many are. We live in a world where diseases of the mind are rampant, isn’t it time to listen.

For a long time, we have ignored the crisis’s that have surrounded us, only reacting when it becomes a pandemic, what sort of listening is that. On the subject, listening, Jesus told the apostles, that the Kingdom of God was within you, yes, in you, you just have to apply the teachings, it’s that simple, amen, are you listening, welcome to freedom, amen.

The Person Inside

Four different foundations, each one a shade lighter, she is after the perfect look, she is giving a presentation, there will be cameras and journalists, her outward appearance really matters, the public are influenced by what they see, pretty gets all the attention at the start, what about it she puts on some blusher as well, who can blame her.

The baby is a few days old, pink flesh with eyes arms that move, fed every four hours as per the instructions, the nurse calls every week to assist with the new born health, it’s important to get the foundations right at the start, has an affect on baby the diet the sleep pattern the well being of mother, the person inside needs all this basic nurture.

The four year old child has the phone in his hands, his mother grabs it takes if from him, your too young for all that stuff, wait til you grow up she says with adoring eyes, he screams and screams she says no, she gives him a biscuit calms his troubles away, distraction and other inputs the child will be safer without the mobile phone..

Later, why can’t I do that, well, if that’s what they do, why not me, it’s reasonable logic, he is only a child. Twenty years of online provocation, a click and your on the site, enticed with words, reminded daily by image, your natural workings interfered with, how easy it is, to undermine the well being of the Spirit inside…

The battle was ongoing, the young souls were under assault, the mighty angels were busy, the old networks were falling, the changes were coming everyday, who could imagine it, so many changes in so short a time. Solomon was recalling the pressure so many young were under, as depression was being recorded with alarming frequency, in the very young, a warning call, it was putting pressure on the seed provider, amen.

The Older Generation

How can they cope she said, it’s all credit, the two friends were sitting in a cafe, retirees, their usual afternoon chat, one of the grand children was immersed in debt, so the friend shared. He sighed, the older of the two, I don’t know what has them this way. He recalls the odd jobs he did in college to survive, he goes on, he is a retired doctor. She nods, instant everything these days, she nods, a woman crosses the street, the boob job, they can’t be real, he smiles, I noticed a few all right, the older generation.

Example, was the same as it ever was, followed. Solomon wondered did they notice the signals they were giving out. It wasn’t anything personal, it never is, till it reaches your door, then the great wish I thought differently moment. He was recalling the chat with the old friend, they talked a few yards as they strolled, about the energy of certain places, why there was a depth of sadness in certain towns and places, depression sighed Solomon, not like the old days, when they used to talk. Listening to the older generation was wisdom in action.

if only they listened to Mosses and hadn’t worshiped the golden calf, maybe that was a future lesson, and a warning to all of us, from the older generation, amen.

Hawaii

The volcano, 101 years since the passing of their last queen, the locals watch from afar, we can live with the lava but we can’t live if we are poor, Solomon sighed, saw the cattle in the huge pens, being fed till they reach the weight, then to the abbertoir they go, made him wonder, were we all disposable, as far as money matters, we are.

The signs in the sky, the clouds, the re curring events, the pressure on the heart, the stress of so many, something had to give. Hawaii, was the volcano just the start. Amen

You can’t bring it with you…

Mother, you won’t be needing those things, we will provide everything. The scene is horrific, the lady and her children are in detention, soon to be gassed. The movie is poignant, Schindler’s list, the words stick, the context is one of cruelty, we know what is going to happen next, we see the red dress, and we sigh, the poor little one. Sadness, but in another context, here is the good news, and it’s not a movie scene, but it’s just as real.

Life goes on, and your experiences go with you, the soul never dies, it’s imprinted with your deeds and actions over your lifetime, and passed to another living human being. The promise of life eternal, death is not the end. There is the good place, and then there is the examination you have to re take, how groovy is that. So being good in life, does have great future benefits. The material stuff is left for the relatives to fight over, which they will do anyway, but the good stuff, how you effect the emotions of others, basic love that is, is pure gold in the eyes of the Most High. Isn’t that just wholesome. The sandwich sticks in the throat, he runs out of the deli, gives his meal to the hungry guy outside. It was the first time his conscience was stirred. Solomon laughed, this is going to put a smile on a few faces, and it cost nothing, amen, just a little heart. The wisdom of Jesus, you just have to read the stuff, and apply it daily, a make up with foundations.

Can’t Forgive, is that an issue for you!.

An issue for the world, sighed Solomon, another reason to feel angry, the disabling affect of hatred. In doubt, go to the place where you have reason to be angry, feels as if you justify yourself, an eye for an eye, then Jesus comes along, even his followers were upset, forgive!. have you lost your mind. Well, my Father is always forgiving you all, no pun intended, he shows them the scars.

50 million die in the second great war, fifty million, and most of them of European origin, so what happens next; the wise men of Europe decide to form a common market; bringing together foes of old, uniting them under the common cause, for all their welfare. Fifty million dead souls later, what a price to pay, why had they not done it sooner, questions.

In a world where arguments ended in feuds, and bloodshed. The child pushes his bike through the rubble, sighs to himself, how he used to do it with his father, and their friends, that was before, they bombed the neighborhood, He lives in Lebanon. How he wishes to see his father again.

In his low feelings, the extremists comfort him, they have something in common he assumes, eats every word they speak, then they send him on the mission, that will unite him with his Father, well son, you said you wanted to see your father again. Can’t forgive, you know what I mean, amen.