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.

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Living in the Head

Do you often feel as if the opinions of others matter more than what you actually think, living in the head as it’s called, someone arrives, has something you want or fear, could be cash, could be a threat, others find them important, always repeating what they said, imposing their ideas, until you can’t think of anything else, as if someone else is living in your head. Solomon sighed, it sounds as if it’s a mind game, getting the better of someone, the pose, the stance, the framing of ideas, until all you can think of, is where do you fit in it all, and so that becomes your life, it’s the same as trying to find a parking space on a busy Saturday, going round in circles, till exhausted, you take the first spot available. The pressure is applied emotionally, your work buddies, you think you can’t be honest, you will only upset everyone else, and who wants to be ostracized anyway.

Solomon was reminding himself, how extremists were always trying to push the buttons, trying to cause over reaction, doing whatever to unhinge the well being of most. He had news for those of such thinking, the extreme element type, There is a God Most High, and the radar is on them. A short prayer he sighed, then every call from the heart is exactly that, amen.

Extremism

Radical minds, trying to exploit, hoping to open old wounds, the targets, those easy to find, and those unable to fight back, Solomon was reminding himself, demons are alive and well, but there was a force, an energy that could turn them into babbling fools in an instant. As they rose to make their comments, trying to rekindle a supremacy, they thought that was their own, they put themselves in the line of fire, of the Heavenly ones.

The world was full of mistakes, extremism dressed in righteousness, had the support of many, the applause of those that thought them right. He sighs, he encountered the Holy Spirit, not the imagination but the real, keep firm it said and all will go right. The old networks were tumbling, the old days were spent, a new world was taking it’s place. As Jesus said to his apostles, as Esdras was told by the angel, the signs of the end will be made clear, national rebellions, extremism, don’t worry he said, a woman going through child birth suffers labor pains, it’s only natural, the same way, don’t get upset over the changes, these things must happen, while the world is changed.

Solomon imagined many hearts anxious, their eyes unbelieving, their ears burning, as they heard the rhetoric of hatred raise it’s ugly head. Be calm advised the angel, everything is going to be all right, amen.

Looking for Love…..

Doing the groove this is normal they assume, he wiggles and twirls in front of the screen, the way we learn is not the issue, we all learn the same way, example if you are young, the TV remote is on the wrestling channel, the others are in the room, the absence of a father figure forces the emotions, imitates the nearest close relation i suppose, what if, it’s a big question, if you are trying to fill that loving gap. Fundamentalists fill the details in with their version of events, some of them are bible experts they do everything by the book. Stop, halt, hold on, there is something very wrong in all of this. Ask the question no one wants an answer to, at the least it will challenge the collective conscience, even if they try and bury the truth, it all comes out anyway, the example we were subjected to, when we were very young.

The bells ring, the pleasantries begin, stares across the aisle, who is in attendance, who has not come along. Why were you not in attendance Mike, the allegations are kept quite, it’s like a secret meeting of a secret cult, your programmed, the job pays well and the children have great schools, the medical is free and the university position is secure, programmed has many different forms, and the cult is seriously successful, who can complain with that.

A journalist, Daphne Caruana Galizia dies in a bomb blast, trying to expose the off shore criminals, who are stealing from the poorest themselves, the resources they stole were to be used to restore, the health services so badly needed by the rest. Well done gentlemen for removing a voice of Love, imagine the consequences in a time of great coincidences, when there is news from the world above.

The preacher brushes his teeth, he fleeces them to be exact, washes his face puts on a smile, he is getting ready to set them alight. The audience is select, only the movers and shakers, decision makers, with their help, they can seize whatever they like.

“Jesus says this to you this morning!”, he begins his long rant, the audience begin to take notes, there job security depends on all this. He begins to read from the old scriptures, choosing to ignore the bigger meaning, he is using old worlds to target the world, there is an agenda, if they are not fundamental, then they are not like us.

Solomon heard it all, be it North Korea, Washington select interests, or a cult, they existed, extremists, who pretended to be like us. as for using the ancient writings, Solomon was reminding them, the extremists. Noah, Moses, the holy prophets and what was it they wrote, extremists never work it out, there is no love in that. wasn’t that the story of the good S

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You Believe Do you!

The parables, the wisdom spoken, the great wonders, miracles, the early prophets, and the newer ones, the effort to attend church, synagogue or mosque, those that simply gather in their homes, the continuous mantra, In Jesus we believe, then the reactions, to anyone who disagrees with you, was it not free will from the beginning. Many used the Holy Name, while the Name was used as action and deed, not simply the mention of it, without action faith was worthless, faith making itself known, only in actions. Storms turned back, divine help, how could you access it, unless you really believed, amen.

In a time of great change, it was a great time to re adjust ones thinking, imagine it, there really is a God Most High, what difference will that make to your life, amen

Righting

Great White Hope, on his shoulders rests hope, mixes with everyone, but as a term, great white hope, Solomon recalled ancients myths. In all the ancient cultures, there was a great tribulation, then the arrival of the “Great White Hope”, visitor from afar, a giant of a man in Mayan and Aztec culture, whose role was to drive peace and love. It was the main reason the Aztec’s welcomed with open arms the Spanish in the 15/16 centuries, they were a godsend they thought, here to help, not to extend their kingdom.

The flood happens the help arrived, it’s a common story in most cultures going back. The flood could be a plague, depends on the situation at the time.

In the context of the Great Change, there were many pretenders down through the years, many who ended up dictators, and some continents have had more of it than others, and there was the power that tried to curb any positive influences, replacing it when they saw it as a threat. Rome did it’s best, its not uncommon. It happens today, it happens everyday. In a nutshell, when the next Great White Hope arrives, let’s try and support the change, by pouring good thoughts into our everyday ordinary lives that are truly extraordinary. Good men and women everywhere, depended upon the efforts of others, many they would never meet, to counter the challenges

they face, in their efforts to right things. Imagine it, you voice has the power to do good.

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.