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Was it for a good reason, the waiting room, in fifteen minutes, maybe longer, well, thirty minutes, in that time, Solomon read the international news, and you guessed it, Donald had grabbed the headlines, it was an explanation, of his success, the failure of the system, his opportunity. Across the world, the old guard was in chaos, and the elitist thought process that went with it. Being everything to everybody just did not work, it didn’t work 2,000 years ago, choices have to be made, and in many countries, they didn’t care where the change came from, so long as it was not more of the same. What next, there was anxiety in Europe, the assault on the new democracy, from many sources, all connected with extremism as we know it today, but it wasn’t extremism forty years ago. So much had been lost in a short time, the toys that became the way of life, the iPhone, the search engine, the computer games, and the race up the hill, it was undermining family life, and those at the bottom, were feeling the pinch, children, their

future, a world dominated by machines. It was all in the articles he was reading, and it affirmed what many knew already, the system had to change, there was too much of the me syndrome and little of the we version of events so many cradle in their ideals, but not anywhere else, what next!

Distraction

don’t worry, there is always something to get worried about, every day, look, if we can’t find something we’ll invent it, if it’s a war you need we will start, if it’s a thrill you need, we will provide it, distraction is our best kept secret. Solomon was listening, passing up the word, by passing the traditional routes to Heavenly intervention, the enemy having built a barricade across the road, what a load, bias, hatred

, low self esteem, poverty, envy, hatred, and greed, did i mention the sexual appetites yet, well put that on top, after that load, what else is there to distract you. God heard his prayer, at last, someone who finally understands what all those distractions were for, amen, they were there to build barricades, that’s all, amen.

Who is the Boss!

Frustrated hard working intelligent and dignified, she is a soldier in the field, has the connections to a ring of arms dealers and traders, who are the first call for all aspiring tyrants and “governments”, who choose sides, and she wants to put a spanner in the works, she wants them exposed. Her boss tell his boss who tells his boss that her boss told his boss that her boss had her reasons, good ones, for leaving them alone, as there was an intelligence operation going on, that her boss, told his boss, that their boss, hoped would be a satisfactory ending for all, but her boss was sure, that no matter how the matter went, there would be a good outcome, so her boss assured her. Do you understand me, am i making sense, right on!

Christmas Wishes

He opened his eyes, it was early morning, had he been dreaming, it was so real, the visitor said it plainly, there is a wish for you, you just have to make up your mind, this can’t be happening he sighed, reaching for another cigarette, his chest creaking at the same time, i’m too old for this, he was nearly seventy nine. The day went by, he ignored it, put it down to the medication he was on, another one of those episodes. Far away, Solomon was writing his prayer plan, actions necessary to remove the pillars of support, evil depended upon. why don’t they wish for something positive once in a while, be like Jesus even, cast the wish far and wide. He thought as he pondered the options.

The old man hits the bed early, walking is hard, he’s a retired priest, spent three decades in the African continent, saw the terrors, witnessed genocide, saw women have their body parts removed, saw how business over came righteousness, came home with one of those diseases, was now just biding his time. After giving thanks for the witness option, he prayed the usual, took his medication and went to sleep. Meanwhile, Solomon was at his desk, writing heavenly missiles, enlightening the masses, adding fuel to the circle of light, love is the doing, not the thinking about it. if two dream it they said. or if one writes it, it’s like fantasy, it only becomes a chance of reality when we put it down on paper.

The old man is woken, there is a shadow over the bed, not you again, the angel stands and speaks, this wish thing again. It was Christmas time, maybe it’s real, what would you wish for, the angel was smiling, this is real damn you, hurry up I’ve got a hundred calls to make this night. The old man was flustered, put on the spot, maybe it was old age, what would you wish for, he stopped. Got it he smiled, he suddenly sat up, felt young again, can you send that other thing and his coterie of advisers to the abyss, the angel looked up, he is going to love this, he heard this request a few times recently, an energy was growing. Outside the storm that was raging went quite, there was a calm, the angel became a glow, and the following day, three well known tyrants were removed from office.

amen.

So what do you wish for thought Solomon, footstool perhaps!IMG_5757

The Soul Train

you mean all that stuff is true he asked, the soul train is a connection of all the working souls, joined together in purpose, they can do amazing things, it’s been a fight, trying to persuade people to accept the wisdom of God. The young boy looked at the old man, he was haggard and worn, the night was cold and the hour was closing in. On his way back from the store, he encountered the lively man with the light eyes. The boy stopped, the old man was seated on a bench, was shivering from the conditions, another long night and the hope of tomorrow, a maybe.

Where you going to stay for the night he asked? The old man smiled, i’ll find a place, on the soul train replied the boy. They made their way down the street, there was a shed out the back, it was neat and free from the chill, it won’t matter spoke the boy, who told the old man it was going to be fine, he might even be getting a bowl of soup. A blanket, a pillow, a space for the night, the soul train continued that evening, in the heart of the boy that cared. When did you meet me Lord, it was the question everyone would be asked, amen.

In My Way…

He side steps, doesn’t notice her, doesn’t notice her eyes, if she smiles, the frowns, way she dress’s, nothing, he notices nothing at all, he’s programmed, a robot, she has nothing he wants, she’s in the way. He stares across the counter, wonders what he needs, will he buy her a gift, will he buy some wine, will he, well if he wants something he usually gets it, that’s his way.  Modern successful man with ambition, everyone is in his way, can charm as good as Donald, builds up the network, works it day by day, if you are of use to me, well that’s the way the world operates he says, all busy just don’t get in my way. his relationships, they have never been successful, his children tell him what to do, his wife threatens to divorce him regularly, she’s got a good job doesn’t need his support, but he brings out the thrash and is warm on those long cold winter nights, no wonder, he wants it his way, some of the time.

looking for an excuse, you will be blinded by the options, there are so many who just want to blame someone, someone just as you, and me, and him and her, Donald

trump if you are a democrat, Hillary if your the other side, God if your an insincere prayer, it’s just one big circus out there. Solomon was reading an article, the outrage at what, last years hurricane victims forgotten, the fifty million killed in world war two, faintly a memory now. It starts with beginnings, and today was and is, the beginning,  amen.

Getting Older

sagging tummy, droopy knees, i told you i’d divorce you

for getting old dear, those breasts, they only fed the children, but they do nothing for me anymore, i’m an old fart and i take Viagra when i need one, what, i even changed my eye prescription so i wouldn’t have to look at you, but look at it this way honey, you’ll have lots of friends with you, i’ll give a regular check, and if you get something like a tummy tuck, well i might give you another year or two, how about that, Donald you can’t be serious!