Leonard Cohen, We miss your songs

 

As reliable as the autumn rains, he maintained his skills to the very end, poured out wisdom the only way he could, used words to stir us to action, and was soul filled, inspired so much thought, opened many closed hearts.

It is October, the season of winter approaches as we prepare for it, the clothes have changed, we wrap up tighter, there is stuff we have to do, how nature teaches us, we mind Mother Nature she keeps everything in order, we have to remind ourselves, while there are 24 hours in a day, and so many days in a year, in truth, from the moment you woke this morning, did you sleep well, whatever, in this 24/7 world so many chatter about, the strong able to take advantage of the weary and the naive, after all the future plans and schemes, is there anything but a day, in every life. Slow down, the bear needs to hibernate, the butterfly is getting ready in the husk, in a few months time it will make it’s debut, all this preparation for the changing days ahead, is it not time we listened to nature, without worrying, it’s only a day after all. Thanks Leonard, for all the evenings to filled my mind with calm, amen.

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The Preacher and the Power..and Bob Dylan…

Wow, they really respect me, there is a lot they will do for me, the town is mid west, there are swathes of people heading west, the pioneers, many led by preacher men, seeking the gold and their dream homes, a reasonable dream their spirits need some drive, the main decides to hire, the man of words who can stir everyone, the trek continues the pilgrims struggle on, the river is in sight, we will rest here says the preacher man, there is baptism on his mind, this religious business comes with its own rewards, see the respect they have, now that is saying some. The human is a deep soul, there are many lives lived hidden in your blood, the stories of generations, same as those intolerance’s we pass on, a matter of habit.

The times were changing, there was great hope in many hearts, and there are those who will gladly deceive, fools and their dreams are easily parted, apart from their money. Solomon was reading from Esdras, the old prophet was listening to the angel, who was advising him of the world to come, Esdras had many questions, the angel is patient, and gives him the signs. 2,800 years later, the recall of Esdras had much in common with current times. May our Spiritual guides be attempting unity in all that is good sighed Solomon, rather than building  business’s for themselves. Amen..

At least share a little more, earn a few brownie points..maybe

Give it Up

The car needs a service, he prefers to walk, she is worried about her weight, he says exercise will sort it out, she prefers the Gym, the choices. The amount of time we spend on stuff that we will soon forget. He had a dream, there was all the stuff you could possibly want, and the other end of the spectrum, a new car, low wheels, open top, warm weather, he is walking to the shop recalling the dream, spots the sign offering cheap car insurance, then he thought, if he had what the dream said, he wouldn’t be thinking that, rather, the garage, would it be big enough for the collection, or would he need a group policy, they probably do it cheaper for celebrities, the stuff that fills the head, red or blue, another detail he would have to  mull over. The ideas that we fill our heads with. Solomon recalled the parable of old, it’s your heart that matters most, even if you need a top up every so often. Easy to see the conflict though, between the Spirit and the material, the daily existence, amen.

Don’t Try too Hard!

Leonard Cohen is retirement





In the House of God, the story, The Pharisee, dressed in robes, praying he thinks, saying all the right words, going through the ritual words, as taught, assuming he is great, devout, word smart, and thus, better than the rest, disdainful of the habits of others, turning his nose up at the lowly ones, why do they bother he says with that stare, contempt for their lives and the habits they choose, how ungodly they are. He prays some more, mumbles the last few paragraphs, has a meeting to go to, an important one, a meeting with one of his own, a proper believer.

Solomon was reading the Parable of old, a lesson Jesus taught to his followers, the story is of the chaste man, and the weary sinner who repented and meant what he said, which one of them would be right in his Father’s eyes. The one who looked down on others, or the one who admitted his failings and tried to get up again. In the eyes of God every one of us is a sinner, there is no pretending about that, you only have to look around.

The pharisee is in the House of God, the weary man enters, sits away from him, does not feel worthy to be near the righteous pharisee, it’s as if he will contaminate him. He is down on his knees, tired, wants to amend his life, his heart is full of repentance. Solomon sighed, the parable is 2,100 years old, it’s a lesson in being humble in the eyes of God. Demons may fill you with false pride and others will convince you that you are great, we have all friends like that. Any, imagine the same words spoken today, those who are so devout they are disdainful of the rest of society, it happens, but it’s in conflict with the words of Jesus. Many are devout, they pray, they follow the teachings of Jesus, so they say, but the parable was written to warn them, being humble casts the net of understanding and love for all to see, not just your friends, amen.

People of the Book

Rejoice, Amo was laughing, stuck to the bed in body, his Spirit was flying, aged, ninety or thereabouts, useless in the eyes of the material minded, gold in the eyes of God. He was a mature wine, and holding court to anyone who would listen. Solomon had come to visit, on his Spirit journey. The Sky opens, the sun bursts, the light from Heaven, the Power that speaks life Eternal, it’s not a fairy tale after all. You are not alone. Amo smiled, as another chocolate entered his mouth, he loves sweet stuff.

The meeting of Spirit, the opportunity to pass on wisdom. Solomon knew without doubt, that Amo was heading up, and he wanted to get a petition in, in advance of Amo’s return. Use the connection, Amo was bringing home a soul full of good deeds, and the Eternal Father was going to be smiling. Solomon being a close relative of Amo was not one to lose such a golden opportunity.

Earlier that week, the demon Angels had tried to push Solomon off course, as regular as race horses not trying to win, only trying to confuse him, hoping to sow doubts, the stuff they had been doing all their life, feeding fear into the Universe, Solomon was waiting for them, expecting them to do exactly that. Play dumb, be stupid, but act wisely. They will never suspect a thing. By the time they take the bait, it’s game over, they will come under the radar of heaven.

Solomon, in that mindset, was giving old Amo a pet talk. Ask for a little more he said, Amo raised his eyes, at ninety years of age, do you think I’m a work horse, what do you mean. How about an end to extremism, and assistance to those building the bridges of understanding between the people of the book. Amo nodded, I will do that sighed Amo, who loved everything that had Heavenly advice in it.

It’s great to have friends in High Places, amen.

Italy….

What, your going Italian, watch your ass dear, the men pinch the women there, they say its a compliment, I suppose if your older, it is, she shakes her head, you can’t be serious, well, when I was there thirty years ago, that was the way, it’s changed perhaps. She gives him a look, are men supposed to flatter women that way, a real pain in the ass, no lawyer would get a dollar out of their system, maybe today maybe today.  Well, she is getting angry, it’s so incorrect to talk like that, criticize the church in the old days and you lost your job, criticize the government in the old communist days, and you found yourself in the gulags, no wonder the world is in a mess.

Solomon sighed, it’s getting crazy all right, if there is money involved and publicity, they all want it, same as loud children, they want notice. She is at the interview for the shoot, she is prepared to pose, and no one is forced to look, unlike the children with the mobile porn library in their hands, they have less of a choice. Well, we are supposed to be interested in reproducing, seems we have been programmed to, otherwise, who knows.

She dis robes and flashes, had the double D enhancements, is always talking about it. hey, if they are for my husband or partner it’s my business she yells, well, why are you telling the world honey asks the young reporter, she gives him an up and down, boy if you don’t know the answer to that, do you think they’d look at us otherwise. Eighty per cent of the world agree with her, we are here to get the cash, if it wasn’t us it would be someone else.

Meanwhile, the tabloids want anything that gets the attention, and women I assume, are supposed to supply them, a simple comment, but did it hold any weight. The news is the same, another scandal, mean while, all their children are secretly looking up the stuff, hypocrisy, if they only knew, that all their habits were known, stop scratching your ass. and remember to wash your hands, and stop eating that, disgusting.

It’s Not Doom, it’s New…

Misery, what woes have you to tell, her first meeting in the help group, she is nervous, misery got her there, hope will keep her there, it’s all new, she feels the new zest. No need to look over the shoulder, he is not going to barge in the way he often does, scaring the shit of everyone, cause he knows he can, she can even breath easily, and her smile is not fake, what a release, being able to be yourself.

The world is in the addiction clinic, there are so many changes afoot, it’s work in all directions, but it’s not doom. Solomon recalled the optimism of Barack Obama, the great speeches he parlayed to the world, how they touched the soul of many, it certainly roused the hearts of many, some might say, there was a bit of the JFK moment in it, hope, meaningful change, not more of the same. Along comes the TV star, Donald, promising serious changes, his ways, his mistakes, his attitudes, conflict with Barack’s, but the message is the same, rehab, we are in rehab.

It’s not doom sighed Solomon, it’s soul searching time, and who wrote those stirring speeches, a Jesuit in the making, for Barack, and prayer groups for Donald. It’s not all doom, you just have to wash the dirty laundry, what bit is yours!