Assault in Los Vegas

disheartened gambler and age was not on his side, in the cauldron of fire he fills his heart with hate, like an abusive soul whoever was nearest got it, he simmers under the surface his real intention never far away, one day it is going to burst and then explode, his friends laugh at his weird remarks, seriously you don’t expect us to believe it, then the news and the horror that he created, what was he expecting when he took the last bullet himself, questions on the minds of many how one could hate so much. Mother father children friends and relatives now steeped in sadness, the useless carnage proved nothing, just an assault on the defenceless, when they were least expecting it, amen.

was there any meaning to the horror, Solomon sighed. In the heartland of the dollar, the Christians are martyred, the signs of old control all around, memories of kingdoms that had risen up and died. There was a lot of symbolism, was it

another warning, amen.

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First Responder

We slowly unfurl clenched fists one finger for each fear held tight unwinding the cord in release we breathe in and slowly exhale the poisoned air one more finger loose and free and then another stretching into the eternity that we see before us. We know we need it to be this way, open hands […]

via Realm of calm — Peace, Love and Patchouli

All about me….

there is nothing more important than me, my pain my discomfort my career my health, so why should i care about you, this life is all about me. Every morning the mirror, she counts the grey hairs, only twenty and going grey already, must change my shampoo.

It gets me going, makes me want to get out of bed, how else would i cope without it, it’s what i need, the first drink, the first pill, the first peak at the likes and dislikes board. heard it say, so and so had 50,000 followers, another had half a million, another had over a million, followers, the new term for friendship some used. Well, did any of them know each other, no.

Solomon recalled the old words, spoken by Jesus, they didn’t know me, but knew of me. It was one way of saying it, having eyes that see but see nothing at all, only me.

Rain Man

When will it stop, do you see how it affects us, he looked at his companion, the sky was grey, at summer time, it was supposed to be light and blue, the norm for the season. They were wondering if it was true, the stories they were hearing of divine intervention. Solomon was listening from afar, what we take for granted, what we get for free, did they not understand, life is a gift not an entitlement as some had suggested. If you use the gifts wisely and help the Spirit rise, intervention from above is forthcoming. He laid back in bed, wondering. The words of Jesus came to him, and how in his home town there were few miracles, because they just did not believe, as in doing, it was that simple. So he said a prayer, and was sure it would be okay.

He rose in the morning in a hurry, his visitor, a man of great Spirit, a race to the bathroom, a brush of the teeth, a swipe of the hair, hurry dude he said, he’s coming a long way to help you out. The phone rings, too early, not even a cup of tea, what he’s outside. He hid the thrash as best he could, this was not the start he imagined, a breakfast, a few coffees, ready. I’m outside. Welcome brother he said, do you think it will rain he said, no way sighed Solomon, and it never rained. the sun returned, just the way it always did, when support for Great Spirit was live, amen.

Don’t Stone me!

the are so many anecdotes, so many ways to interpret those words, fuzzy head, rumbling speech, innocent woman, group of men around her, tied in a street. The exactness of the old teachers, and the ropes they tied to the human spirit, the exalted position they assumed, while they didn’t follow suit. What is it, to one set of folks it’s a relief job, i can’t get my head around it. then imagine, the teacher comes from afar, the tribes are always arguing, fighting and killing each other, one group in charge this century, a new one then comes along, the constant ache and fear, the lingering memories, the reminders, the history, do you remember what they did. In the midst of all this, along comes a fair leader, tries to include, wants the peace to last, adopts some compassionate practices, till one of his own becomes envious, the ex wife, the girlfriend, the brother, or a simple thief.  They take advantage of the kindness, and plan the end of the just leader, amen.

Stop, you are doing this all wrong, you follow the rules but you still don’t listen, it’s the voice of Jesus, we haven’t heard this before. They stop arguing, listen awhile, it hits an inner truth, they can’t ignore it.  If only you knew what you could do, once you stay close to the Father. How easy to imagine it, the wandering prophet, who out of nowhere comes with a wisdom they have not heard before. He points to the teachers of the law of Moses, you have to practice what you preach, you can’t serve God and mammon, it’s not possible, lets get rid of this man, he’s upsetting our get rich plans, turbulence, amen. The message was simple he said, it wasn’t a long list of prohibitions, it was respect for Love, good deeds, and honor for the father, amen. Is it really that easy, well stone me then.

Children of the world

Two children play in the rubble, soldiers and hero’s, one holds a wooden AK47, they are more popular than cars, overhead a drone watches, it’s been doing it for years, and what was once a destroyed building, a solitary construction, has now spread to the entire block, but being children, playing and make belief is their fun time, they just use the experience they are accustomed to, and the resources they have at hand. Their parents can’t work, access to the work place is by permit, and the live in the wrong neighborhood.

A young girl bobs her head, she is watching the dance on the screen, she has a smart phone, is doing what her friends are doing, they will all leave a comment and chat about it later, it’s the world they are used to, they are doing what they are accustomed to.

A man of God, arrives on earth, the Holy Spirit is sent, from that far off place that is near at hand, he tries to explain, this life is a leasing agreement, it’s not yours to begin with, you are given a starting point and your goal is to find your way through the maze ,and find use for the love in your heart. he backs up his words with miracles.

imagine today, the number of children under pressure, apart from the tragedies they are exposed to, all of us are exposed to, and trying to make sense of it, and getting advice from those who know nothing about the root causes of so many of the issues, well, they can point out what is wrong but seemly can never do anything about it.

Then imagine a world, where love dominates the agenda, understanding is as normal as breathing, and exploitation is a thing of the past, and the only connection you have to the darkness, are your deeds or non deeds. One reason why Jesus preached forgiveness, it killed hatred. And children don’t need to be reared with hatred. Solomon was trying to make sense of the world. Affirmations and signs. 23,000 dropped dead in the desert when those delivered from slavery, offended Moses. Solomon saw many signs, many of them, there is a power, a mighty power, that is everlasting, and there were those who wanted to limit that knowledge. Each generation could turn the situation around, if they were taught how to love, how hard was that. the children of the world deserved better, all of them, amen. Children follow example, don’t they!.

Spirit Flows

It moves, i can feel it, it’s all around me, can’t you see it, she wondered if they were listening, her friends came to visit her, she was in a hospital for the mentally traumatized, they could not understand, they were not believers. Solomon wondered how many such souls were incarcerated, hidden away from the world, for the thoughts they held, the belief they held dear. He thought of those places, where people were picked up, for no good reason, just because they professed their faith in the above. Solomon wondered how the early Christians felt, and then read the story of Islam, and the wisdom of the green goblet, written to remind us of days like these. God acts in the strangest of ways, to remind the living of the challenge they faced, and the struggle to remain firm in the face of such obstructions. Keeping them from the general masses was a way of removing the threat of spiritual help from above, demons being well aware of the heavenly threat, as the seed of love was the connection point with God Most High. damage it, hurt it, demean it, abuse it, taunt them, harass them, imprison them, and eventually kill them. It was written, it was not going to be easy, just remember He said, if they hated me first, they will think the same of you, but don’t forget one thing. I will send the helper, the Holy Spirit, just believe and it will all work out, amen.

Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit. He prayed and it worked, remained on the path. In the Holy Name, those with the Spirit could cast out demons. Solomon demonstrated it regularly. Just remain in the zone and don’t give up, help is at hand. Once the Spirit is strong, there is help about. In the world, there were extremist forces hoping to harm the believers,  those who wanted the demon to remain in charge. Solomon was adding his prayer, defeat them heavenly father, send them a sign,

amen.