Jesus and Us

Dreams, it’s spoken about in the old scriptures, The Prophet is sent a dream, it’s a call for action, or a new awareness, it can be anything, it can even be an attempt to send you some place, in a nutshell, how does God communicate with us. You’d suppose, that to have communion with God, to be in communication that is, it’s assumed you are listening to what is going on around you, and if you claim, to be a believer, which is getting more telling by the day, given the changes the world is going through, it’s assumed, that as a Believer, you listen and try to apply the Teachings of Jesus to your life. Your not perfect, so don’t get lost in the mindset of those, who churn out words, of purity and all that, as only God is perfect, the rest of us, are die hard students, so loose the attitude, you start every day, the same way a bird flies from the nest, you do it every day.

Most important of all, as said all those years ago, there is no task more important, than that, which raises the Spirit. Why would Jesus say this, there has to be a great reason. Knowing our human nature, Jesus knew how easily we were impressed by those of wealth and reputation we look up to; Jesus saw it when He walked the roads of the Holy Land, how impressed we were with wealth. It’s written Jesus was tempted with everything you could imagine, but that was simply the material. The Spirit which comes from above and the Spirit that comes from below, are two very different Spirits. As time has shown, our desire for the Spirit below, has lead us, and the entire planet to a very dangerous space.

Patrice Mulumba

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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

Exhausted

too much, impossible, trying to handle it all, relax, reach for the TV remote, maybe the V

alium, how do I get rest and solve this, the thoughts that surround your head. Distractions, there are causes everyday, everywhere you look, the teacher is exhausted, How do we put up with all this stress, it’s constant, strange leaders, our morals on show, as bad as seeing dirty underwear everywhere, How can I escape it, the deadline, the mortgage, the rent, the children have to go to their piano lessons. Stop, Solomon sighed, you want the fix that is immediate, it’s simple as this. Pick up book, a story that lifts you, put on a piece of music that you can listen to, breath. In the space of minutes, you will begin to relax. We life in a world that tries to wear us out, we just forget about ourselves. Even Jesus had to escape the apostles, Amen.

kings of Doom

I told you, the weary eyed child nods, so it feels. The lure of the drug does not seem all that far out, well, anything is better than this. Big mouth politician shouts the words they all want to hear, reminds them of the threat far off, it will arrive here he says, the nods of the head, there appears to be wisdom in what he says. The voice gets a listenership, followers too, he leads them along his own closed way, nothing is good, but there is an escape. How easy to lead those hurting, the right words at the right time, so easy it seems.

Solomon sighed, they said the same about Jesus, how he was undermining the world of old, as for his promise of eternity, they didn’t understand it, they became prophets of doom, their own.

In the coming world, when God dwells among all, none of the religions would be necessary, and there is no trouble with that. Those addicted to control and the regulations, well, they might find it hard to absorb, but wasn’t that the truth. when you are not ill there is no need for medical assistance, is there?.

Make Time For me

She sits at the table, the kitchen is one of those designer types, every gadget you can imagine, she nurses the glass of wine, she frowns, how he used to have all the time in the world for me, now she is lucky if he is home before ten, what an existence, waiting. Is this what they base success on, setting aside all those habits that brought you together for a dream somewhere else, we used to be so happy. How many make time for true love to grow, busy work habits, eating on the go, hurry, turning the head, did you see that, always in a hurry and making promises that you will never keep. It must be so much worse for a small child, wondering if they will see their father at all, the human well that has to fill, the start of love. Solomon sighed, he had a powerful dream, three men and a child, a boy that was healed, they came a long way, their faith was real, the prayer was answered, it wasn’t mere words.

In the busy world, the rush, it’s the same as faith, it gets pressurized, it begins to crack. He was reflecting on the past, a long time past, well, thirty years is a life time for some, but the stress that began to happen as life began to explode in all directions, the need to multitask, trying to cover up for families that were dividing, the population explosion, the need for small single parent homes, a conundrum, and the inevitable pressure on time for Spiritual growth, guru’s taking over the class room, the Teaching of Jesus, ignored, weather patterns that were verging on the hysterical, it was rush, and in the end, it was as if the world forgot where it came from.

You have to go back sometimes to see where you went wrong. It was written 2,000 years ago, God lives inside you, same as having part of your life dedicated to an interest, that is eternal, the guide that gives you the nod, whether it is real or good, and as the bad decisions pile up, the space becomes unimportant, the excuses that you use and start building, the affirmation as the news is bad, as if it was part of your decision making process, another reason to thrash what you once believed, like angry lovers who want to make excuses to dislike themselves further.

Crisis In Numbers

Not enough votes to unite us, and too many votes that divide us. Numbers, the way we weigh things up, you don’t have enough numbers, you can’t get that, we wont get elected, you can’t afford that, numbers, little wonder there is a book of numbers in the ancient scriptures. The more you have in numbers, the safer you appear. The so called wisdom, and in our rush to get the numbers right, we ignored the other numbers, that apply to the health of the planet.

Crisis in numbers, not enough men and women to fill the roles and preach. Church in crisis, the numbers, how can it last. Crisis in Spirit, how do you increase it, the power to change the entire.

Children will shame you, and if you are intending getting into the higher love, a child you must be, a young person, not necessarily, it’s an appreciation you are supposed to show for the world and it’s creator, The Great God Most High. You are all children of a higher love, none of us are the boss. When the numbers reach the tipping point, the changes begin to take place, and we reach the critical level, so it seems.

Crisis in numbers, so much of the world already extinct, a number worth worrying about.

Wisdom

Rules, we were made to break them, improve on them if you like, so the young assistant listens to the old man, rules, it was her middle name, the fear of getting it wrong, and the paralysis it creates. She was trying to appease the old man, they get diddery don’t they. She mixes the drink with the clotting agent, his swallow is difficult, the muscles don’t have the same dexterity, she assumes he doesn’t want to choke. Where are you from he asks, then he said, I like your accent.

I come far from here she says, her accent east European. She spoons in the thickening agent, and passes him the cup of tea.  He sips with difficulty. Her hand takes his shoulder, leans him forward, makes it easier. He swallows easier. I like your accent madame he says with a smile, so you have traveled too she imagines. You didn’t tell me where you are from, he says, he is smiling at her. why would anyone be interested in where she came from. She remembers her mother, her father, those left behind, inside she sighs, thinking of them, and the struggle they made in order to give her the freedom to travel. Wisdom he smiles, as if he could read her mind. Don’t be afraid to ask he says, with a smile.

The Dream

An institution, large, with it’s own civil service, where Men of Power roam the corridors, giving orders, their way the only way, a form of extremism, there to protect the Church of God, into this, pour a little known South American Spirit, A man of God, chosen from the end of the world, the clean job he is given, impossible in the eyes of so many, the dream. Extremism is not on the to do list, getting rid of it is his main chore. I am surrounded by demons he says, makes it clear from the beginning, Help Me, his words are a call for help. Fear, so damaging, curtails so much thinking, Francis has his problems, made choices at times, some that are hard to support, but admits he is human, is willing and seeking advice.

Solomon had the dream, he woke in the night, there was a darkness that was trying to corrode him, fill him with fear, demonic. He gets up and writes a few words, asks in the Holy Name, the fear disappears. How difficult it is, when those so young suffer such fear that it makes them shrink. No set of words can cure this, only a regaining of trust. actions.

There are many demons hiding in Holy Places, gaining refuge unknown to those around them. Solomon was sending up the prayer; reveal what is hidden, and expose the extremists everywhere, there is a great healing required, amen.

Use music to help you pray..

Jesus in the Desert

Amo was teaching his class of young hopefuls, the Season of lent had become them, he was trying to explain it, there was so much confusion, long prayers and lists of words, what did it all mean, how do you fill a young mind with wisdom that will stay, do you bore words of repetition into their heads, do you argue like a lawyer until you wear them out, knowing they will grow tired and just give up, can you enforce them. Amo knew of the existence of God, had no doubts as to the power of Spirit, he had a dream the night before, a friend from a past life, came to explain, excuse his behavior and deceitful

ways, knowing that Amo was connected as they say. How do you justify yourself in your relationship with God. It was a question on the minds of many. Learning to forgive is wisdom personified.

In the Desert, Jesus wanders, free from the bias of the world, no favorites, only survival or death, it requires a lot of trust, so into the Hands of his father he throws his lot, this will end great or I will lose my mind, every problem you can imagine will greet me, I will soon find out, you survive it.

It’s going to be the opening statement, leave the resentment behind you, start from fresh, same feeling you get, when you are delivered from a life defying moment, relief and thanks, especially when it is unexpected. When it happens twice, you have a double reason, perhaps because we all doubt, because we all need reassurances, we are all children after all.

Amo, had a few lines of thought, more than one type of fly as if he was a master fisherman, a fly for every occasion. If the container is full of dirt and dangerous thoughts, harmful to the Spirit, did you insurance run out, worries. The stuff that fills the head, all that we learned and the stuff passed on. Lent or times of reflection, allow us the time and space to clean up, one way of putting it. If we don’t clean it out, the head, the stuff that remains inside us, is the same as dirt that attracts all sorts of bad things.

Amo sighed, he needed to think more, but he smiled, the class was listening.

 

Migrant Mary

The tent leaks, it’s cold, but there is a TV, she is watching CNN, the debate is very personal, they are talking about the “Wall”, the door is closed to her and many like her, Dear God she says, is this always going to be their way. For cash they will allow the “dreamers” stay on, what sort of thinking is that, to build a wall, everyone knows you can cross any border these days. Mary is not your ordinary migrant, well, no migrant is ordinary, they take extraordinary chances to create a life, and they do. Miguel comes into the tent, her seven year old son, what are you looking at Mam, they are discussing us she says, his eyes light up, you mean we are going to be famous, he gets excited inside, everyone wants to be famous these days, including, seven year old Miguel.

The diseases have eased since the red cross doctors arrived, but the food is staple, porridge with lots of vitamin, meanwhile, the leaders of Davos, sit down to an eight course meal. There is a flash from the cameras, looks delish says Miguel, he is fed up with the bland food, and used to doing without. What are they discussing he says, he’s a smart child, can ask the right question at the right time, will make a good job when he grows up, if allowed, the other options don’t augur well, he is smart, and that is not something to be wasted. You don’t want him becoming a terrorist.

A teacher in her homeland, a number now, counted with millions of others on the move across the globe, when your without and you don’t have an address, there are few who take you seriously.

Solomon sighed, when will they apply the wisdom and teaching of old, all those old gitters are going to face the eternal judge, for real, they will all have to account for themselves, with all their educations and those expensive schools, you’d have thought they might have learned, have they not seen the signs in the Sky, should have gone to the opticians sooner I suppose. A war was raging, the old time nationalists wanted to turn back time, problem was mother nature was weaker, and they were all being used by the new world extremists. At least after all the troubles of the past, the younger set were not going to fall for that, as for Migrant Mary, the tent leaks, the air is cooler, but Miguel still dreams of being famous.