Big Child

He’ll arrive, the child waits, prays regularly, says it in private, no one knows, his prayer. Solomon listened, he was a child too, of His Father, the trouble was, which the small child didn’t know, that those with talents, sold them for cash, to transform their own lives, others an after thought.

At school he concentrates, he’ll arrive, the promise. Day passes into weeks, the weeks become a semester, a year, the child still waits. Seeking comfort, anything to ease his anxiety, he dabbles in playing mind games, when that comfort leaves him, he dabbles with pills, the alcohol follows, the rest is history. The void had to be filled, not with empty promises, but with today. The changes going on globally, were just a reflection of what the Big Child had to endure, just as Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen sang about.

He sits in the corner, doesn’t talk, refuses to co-operate, won’t eat vegetables, he is making his complaint, amen to the Big Child.

Before matters worsened for all the big children, it was time those who hid the secrets of true wisdom,

and the many warnings given down through the ages, opened up. Solomon saw the Holy Spirit, the other gifts too, God Most High was not myth, and those in positions of authority were under the spotlight like never before, amen.

About God

What do you need to know, did you listen to the ancient words, do you think there is a force stronger on the planet, what turns DNA into life, what is that what is stored on a pin top, what makes the invisible visible, what new seed had science ever created, tell me i’m dying to know, why do powerful people despise Holy Spirit, all you need to know about God, is written in stories, sung in song, retold every week, the ever present power that is within your reach.

Solomon read the story about the weather pattern, and where it was focused, he recalled the story of Elijah, the holy prophet, how storms were averted, how love appealed to God, and how love that was real was the rarest form of love in existence, and the sure way to connecting with our divinity. Trouble crossed many frontiers, but when it came to his door, it ceased. The reminder was timely, as new powers sought power. everywhere he looked, a new landscape was appearing, amen.

The Victims

uneducated, mind controlled, a robot, believes it, his only family, they have a hypnotic nature, demons no less, a cult in another form, users of vulnerable, target them when they are sensitive and in need. Solomon encountered angels, there were many working undercover, trying to undermine the tactics of demons.

How would you like to go on a trip, he’s all excited, it’s a gathering of believers, the bomb is hidden in his rucksack  but he doesn’t know, a gift he is told. he waltzes in relaxed, the bomb blows, there is blood. Solomon was writing the prayer, ungodly, hated filled, they needed to be stopped, and at the sensitive times they struck, mosques, holy grounds, churches, it was all planned, in places of prayer. There was nothing of God about them, hear the prayer. The picture of the young woman, her life destroyed, wasn’t it time to put an end to this terrible waste, amen.

Wise UP

Real, in response to a prayer, the arrival of wisdom, concrete proof of the world above, just imagine it. A reflection in a mirror, a glimpse of a face, the details in the mist, it was the spirit, and one way it manifests. the movement of a cloud, the sweep of a breeze, the faces in the leaves, the spirits passing, just checking in. Imagine it, God Most High is no floozy in the jacuzzi, and the prayers of the Holy Prophets are heard. Our thoughts give life to many actions, why on all earth was Jesus tempted, wise up, escape from yourself, and learn, this life is never over, it goes on and on, and eternity is real, amen.

Hyeon-Soo Lim

Old man take a look at this life, and see what he has done, remind the supporters of this criminal regime, some are Russian Mr Putin, yet you have no trouble supporting this troubled regime, some come from those restricted countries, that pretend to be of God, imagine, a man whose only fault in their minds, was preaching the word of God. Solomon had more proof than most, he’d seen the cloud, and wondered what all these so called leaders were doing, and how they should ensure to set him free. Storms were abated, blessings poured out from above, the signs in the skies about, a good deed he was calling for, release him. The Holy Spirit is real, and that should have been more than enough. and the pictures that accompany this blog, are all real, and arrived in response to a prayer, amen.

Blood Thirsty Man

Another, he’s drinking it, she gives him a refill, is he able, monitors his progress, is he responding, another, he’s a real drinker, but he’s remaining calm, the flow is steady, he doesn’t gulp it, just absorbs it, we’ll need to go to the warehouse shouts another, will he ever stop it, he’s a blood thirsty man. Eight pints later, he has had enough, we haven’t had one of those in awhile, time out, she steps out the door, a cigarette to ease her tiredness. Being a nurse, she’s seen it all, they come in, broken, the lucky ones go home mended. An old surgeon, with the touch of God, all carers have that affect on you, they do what they have to do, and they don’t look beyond or carry bias, they understand, your color, race, where your from, the neighborhood or the ghetto, all bodies are the same, inside you have a soul. Some good will come out of it, they hope, even if you are a blood thirsty man. Nurse, give us another will ya, bring extra, this one will make it out, amen.

Solomon smiled, he soaked it up one night, made a promise of eternal gratitude, and was still able to laugh about it, and how it felt to be that blood thirsty man, amen. On the day of recall, he met a friend in the lift, a happy man, with difficulties, nothing is impossible he smiled.

Reality TV

The more often it’s in your face, the more likely you are to behave that way. Make little of love, turn it into a business, create the supports, make it appear that you care, and repeat it again and again, eventually it’s all they’ll want to hear. If the farmer was disappointed with the harvest, it was fairly obvious where the damage was done. Amen.

The mob ruled, reason was abandoned, and fear flooded the shore. When One came to change it all, it was a painful memory, amen.