New Year Wishes

“The list, is that the new years eve moment, when we all want it good, a little typsy, reaching out, hugging strangers, getting messy and having no memory of it in the morning,”

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he is asking the old prophet, they are having a coffee, she is young and ideal, is going to change the world, she dances to pay for tuition, has a strong energy, and the old prophet knows it. If he was a younger man, his interest might be in the lower regions, but he has learned too, has seen many lost moments, he wants to use his mistakes to guide her, he has had many new year moments that never lasted.

More coffee he says, the waitress is passing by. Did he leer at her, she is anxious of the world, there is too much talk of all that is upsetting in the media, everyone is catching it, old men and young girls, she soon forgets, the coffee arrives.

“there are so many causes and so many directions to go in, some are deliberately misleading, that’s for you to decide, as in old times, people were led astray, and the needs of families and their lives even, made them follow unstable leaders, but we have the wisdom of those times, even in times of great distress, it might seem an awful thing, but it’s often a listening and learning time, it happens to stop you in your tracks,”

She nods, is a little confused, what is he trying to say…

“in a nutshell, rise the well being of loving Spirit, that makes it easier on everyone good, and those trying to find the light, once you practice it awhile, wisdom will come to you, and when she does, stay in the zone!”

They part company, she is young, will ponder on it, his words, till they meet the coming week.

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Old Actor

No roles for me, the scripts don’t arrive, I’m over the forty barrier, younger and more youthful required to play opposite the younger men, should have been a teacher. The guild sends the mail shots, at least they remember that movie I made ten years ago.

The children leave home, she is disconsolate, her life has changed, was a minder, a mother, now, she sighs over her morning coffee, no long laundry, no school drives, no teacher parent meets, no more social evenings, no more fund raising, what’s the point.

Nursing home patient, stuck to the bed, hardly walks, can’t speak, can just about raise her head, is the center of attention, Her Spirit is keeping the entire show on the road, she has inner spiritual power, what will happen when she passes, it’s their worry instead.

Solomon sighed, if you die, don’t worry, your deeds go with you, it’s the currency that God counts, what you did for others, its not a crisis of this is all there is, it’s the start of a new career, now that you have graduated, the old actor sighs, wasn’t a bad career.

Fires and Pilgrims

Fire men head in one direction, from the other side of the fence, the freedom train moves, well, it’s the promised land, and there is no turning back, it’s quite a conundrum, what is there to go back to, a troop of soldiers are sent to desist them, billionaires who claim a godly connection, talk up all sorts of harm, one day they will be at heavens door, mercy they will ask, what do you suppose the response will be, did you feed me when I was hungry, did you abuse the gifts I gave you, what did you do for my creation, you use the book to convince others your one of mine, but your actions don’t add up, all you can do is balance the cash, do you think that is good enough.

He Gets a heart attack. is rushed to the Hospital, the family gather, they are going to pray, he was so merciful they say, well, they say that about themselves all the time, Mother Nature has a world view they would never accept, whatever, they only listen when they are in trouble, no less.

Solomon sighed, there were millions of migrants on the move, wasn’t it telling, so few controlled so much of the resources and what did they do, it was very plain to see, if only they were considerate and were wise, what a difference it would be. The rain stops, the sun comes out, the financial barons, worry day and night, the market is not moving as it’s supposed to, if they were wise, they might look up and see that the stars have moved too, that’s far more problematical, that’s real. Meanwhile troops man the border, while they are needed in other places, just to do what exactly, the center of hope for migrants once, but not anymore, the dream is over, the spin they put on it.

 

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.

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.