The Living Spirit

You don’t put in a box and take it out Sundays, it’s not a darn car, the Living Spirit, how often had it been said, you don’t put if off and leave it for special occasions and celebrations, it’s a daily thing. it’s not a woman either, or a date on a Friday night, dressing up, extra face paint or a clean shirt, it’s none of that either. They looked at him, Solomon sighed, I would be looking too if you only knew, the Spirit was alive inside him, and it came with reminders, There is a God, how often do we forget that, he sighs, why do we cart all that baggage with us, a memory he sighed. He was trying to explain the meaning of Spirit, how active and powerful it is, and the respect it demands.

It’s the people you meet along the way, the other souls you meet, how do you treat them, do you look away and ignore them, or do you give them a lift. They looked at him, their heads shaking, who is this man, Solomon did too. All he needed to know, there is a Heavenly Power, you raise the Spirit and get a track record, and they will never forget you.

The Season of lent, what was he giving up, he had so little he could hardly pay the rent. Did they remember the vows they swore the day before, same as those action movies, you forget the story and remember the celebrities. Supposed to be the other way around, the darn story, not the celebrity. The old scriptures, fast from being mean and resentful, there is enough bias in the world to fill the darn Atlantic ocean. So many things they want to know, no wonder Jesus gave out to the apostles, they even complained when he was nice to women, amen.

Solomon sighed, the desert, where he found space, he was far from that, get away and free the Spirit, he pressed the button, and let the voice in, sweet soul music. a half hour of inner peace, the cheapest form of therapy on earth, good music….such as Ray…

 

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Word Power

It’s amazing sighed Amo, the old gitter is being helped onto the toilet, he can hardly walk, but it doesn’t matter so long as he gets there, least he can sit normally, word power he says, how words can shock us or inspire us, frighten us, warm our hearts, constrict us, start a fire in us, simple words. The ears are always open to words, we are programmed to hear them. so long as we are allowed, that’s why there are those that restrict us, words, we don’t want that said, it will only upset our plans, the big reputation at risk, afraid to hear them, and what others might think, the framing of words, an art form. What do you mean Amo asks the nurse, while helping him clean his ass. Words he sighs, it’s how we understand the world, we can’t do without them, how else can we communicate.

Solomon sighed, the way reputation is guarded, how voices are silenced, words usually. The only reputation worth having was one of the Spirit, the Spirit that enlightens, not the Spirit that darkens, words again, how we use them. The first words in the ancient scriptures, the word became alive, and the world was created, by Great Spirit, the light, word power again.

Those checking their bank accounts ought to do a check on their Spiritual well being, the words they use, the sentiment in the heart, were they merciful, did they try to achieve at any cost, did they undermine love in order to get what they wanted, did they blame others for their own lacking, a few words he sighed would sort it all out, word power again, same as a good prayer, amen.

 

If Spirit is the communication tool that is eternal, wasn’t it time to get practice at it, given all the recent changes…

Refugee

Hurry, pack your things, she rushes around the room, there is a window of opportunity, the boat leaves in half an hour, quick Ahmad, what about my football, I will buy you a new one, hurry, she is desperate to get out of the place, a  chance in a lifetime, hopefully, her sister is after saving her, a friend in Paris is after getting her a seat with one of the traffickers, the boat leaves Tripoli in half an hour. Passports, in the trunk, she digs around, there is so much she will have to leave behind, Ahmad looks as his mother, she is in a panic, is there something wrong, his face is covered in a frown, and despair, where are we going, she has him by the hand, you didn’t look the door, she pulls him along, what about my friends, you will have new ones, hurry, it’s a ten minute walk to the beach, be there at nine they won’t wait, her sister knows the people in Paris, this is not a scheduled flight from New York or London, no family holiday, this is the exodus, no time for ceremony or bread making, there is no time, hurry Ahmad, she pulls him along.

the Harbour comes into view, her breathing eases, she pauses, looks around, her walk slower, and you will have a game boy too, his little eyes light up, really, her smile widens, yes, so be good. He dreams the next few steps, he will have his own team, up to now he has to use his friends, I am going to become a man. There is a group on the boarded quay, there is the hum of the engines, a voice shouts from somewhere, hurry up, we have to leave now.

I’m alma De salma, the boarding clerk checks the register, last minute he says, gives her a smile, you have friends, she smiles. The remaining passengers are loaded, an open boat, forty foot, the waters are calm, they will transfer to a bigger boat when out to sea. The engines throb, the boat moves. Ahmad, his first time on a boat, he holds her hands tight. There is silence aboard, they are all taking a great risk, caught, they face detention even worse, to do nothing at all, a life of slavery and death.  Open her up, there is a roar of the engines, the boat is moving fast, the breeze is catching, everyone silent, refugees, hoping for a better life.

The wall has to be built, how else can we keep them out, the head of the company, a white supremacist raises his glass, a toast he says, to the President, long may he live. The dream of authority over all of the earth is getting closer with each waking hour, for the great bread maker. Billions are at stake, the money that can change nations, this is the risk of failure, and the President agrees, we can’t continue with this stream of refugees, they have turned parts of the states into unknown zones, some don’t even speak English, what type of America is this.

The boat is three miles out, there is a light, it is getting brighter, the sister ship is waiting. There is a sigh, the man checking the register, gives out instructions, he tells them what is to happen, does not want them to do anything sudden, doesn’t want them to rock the boat. he pats Ah

mad on the head as he passes, the boy smiles, feels like a pirate in a johnny depp movie. Because we believe he sighs, talking to himself, and they call us traffickers and those who trade in misery, the ivory towers, and those who live in them, what do they know, all they ever do is make bread….

Me Too Me Too….

I want some, me too, me too, the child reaches for a piece of cake, mammy slaps his hand, me too says the mother, isn’t that incorrect, mother turns her head, her daughter in the corner, you want some too, no, her daughter says, it’s not good for the diet either, mother shakes her head, me too. Headline in the paper, me too, another victim cries out, well, who hasn’t suffered in this life. The list of performers, so many suffer, loss of a child, those that hurt pour that hurt into their art. Meanwhile, they all forget the fifty million who died in the second war, no lawyer to represent them, no cause to shout for them, few celebrities among them. Me too, I’m hungry, just about a billion of those about, hungry that is, me too, no lawyer to represent them, me too, amen.

If you want to change things, me too, amen.

The Heart Inside You and Senator John McCain………

Imagine it, all those billions of hearts out there, full of stuff, many of them bypassed, surgically too, but imagine it, the size of your heart, and what is stored in there, what is it, that makes you use it, the heart, rather than heading for the mind, and all the stuff you have in that, the temporary and the permanent. If your unsure where this is going, just listen.

Imagine, if your heart is a reservoir, a clean place, healthy, imagine other people using it, well, the more you use it, the more others can use it, the heart. Imagine, new hearts, beginning the journey, seeking other hearts, where they can visit for awhile. Some of them blocked of course, where there is no access, others open, where there is plenty of traffic.

Imagine a load of children, bright eyed and hopeful, plants waiting for the sun to shine or the rains, seeking nourishment; for that is what your heart is, a source of nourishment, it fills the world with good thoughts, that is the heart inside you, amen.

Solomon had a dream, a real dream, and it surprised him greatly, not that he was surprised that he dreamed, it was a occupational hazard. In the dream, he is on a journey, and with healing in mind, he comes to the end of the Journey, and he meets his guest, a man who lived a very good life, a brave man, a man who spoke up. The man is John McCain, the recently departed United States Senator, this is all real, keep on reading, and pass it on, this in not a made up story. In the story an RV pulls out, out steps Senator McCain, they embrace. In the dream, a burst of bright light so intense bursts from them, as they embrace, as if Solomon and the Senator are meeting, to welcome the Senator Home, all traces of illness gone, the brave soldier has come home. Spirit heals, Solomon is certain of this, and so is the dream. A few hours later, Solomon turns on the radio, and hears the news, Senator McCain has passed on; who can doubt the existence of the after life, the story is 100% real. Good news for Monday, and a peaceful rest for the departed Soldier, amen.

 

You can’t Mr President!

Donald has had a difficult night, he got warnings in his sleep, the chest thumped, the medication didn’t work, he got a visit from a Holy Angel, not the demons that so easily circulate, the Heavenly powers had had enough, he has betrayed their trust, his actions are against the wisdom of Jesus, and his actions are giving comfort to extremists everywhere, enough said, the angel gives Donald a vision of the future. Earth quakes, don’t upset him, he has homes in multiple locations, can move at the drop of a hat, considers himself immune. Donald shrugs, give me something worse, he is the deal maker, wants all the options, the angel sighs, I don’t believe I’m hearing this. The pain in the chest is sudden, Donald grabs his chest, gets a vision of the future, pain eases, It’s not a fatal heart attack. The angel is perplexed, this guy in unbelievable, what gets him high, the angel is at his wits end, Donald has only one thing on his mind, money.

The laws they make, the discussion in the background, can we profit from this. The mouth is full of what the heart is, and wiping out another country is the same as a game of chess, it will happen again, and the result will be the same, that’s it. Solomon sighed, that’s what they said about Pompeii too!.

The Answers

Imagine it, the great loss, the teary eyes, the sadness, what more, life can be disappointing, and you have had another reminder, your a child. The cross is on the hill, the hopes are gone and dead, there goes the great plan. Then the news, is it true, a call from the a friend, the expression in the doctors eyes, he is not dead, the cancer is gone, she has been found, families reunited, when all is lost God is strongest, you just have to keep your faith. As the ancient words state, you will be put to the test, there is no other way, amen. What’s eternal lasts for ever.