Jesus This, Who said that…..

Sound byte, how the mind hangs on what a few heads speak, the radio is on, the word pandemic is mentioned, the ears become pointed, the listening is hard, is it our salvation or our end, how worry excites us, the same threat we face each day, who said that.

The lady is older, her hands are not functioning as they used to, she bumps into the wall occasionally, the medication makes her dizzy, the experts say it’s a wasting disease, who said that, the stuff they try to fill you with, same as placing boxes in the spare closet, you will fit in there nicely, like all those similar boxes.

Meanwhile the juggernaut rolls on, and those on board it, feel as if they can lord it over the rest, the heart attack however a few weeks later was put down to diet, too much good food and not enough exercise, the laugh out of those left behind, still on the juggernaut, waiting for the next victim. The roll continues, the despair deepens, those looking on, wondering, can this really last, is there no one who can stand against this machine.

You mean you want to be a human rights lawyer, the older lawyer looks at his apprentice, you mean you’d give it all up for those losers outside, he points to the street, it’s lunchtime and the workers are racing to their half hour break from their assault on the world. You mean you’d give it up for a better world, the old man wonders what is happening to the human race, finally he says to the young apprentice, who said that to you anyway he says, the apprentice sighs, well Jesus of course, don’t you believe in the world to come he says addressing the old man, who checks his watch, he is due to rendevous with his teenage sweetheart shortly, well she is a teenager,  but the old man is no sweetheart, just a ruthless pragmatist.

Solomon sighed, the extremists are being turned into babbling fools: when they open their mouths, their truth pours out, while those that used to support them wonder, how did we vote for that. Solomon read the papers; there was dissent in many places, lawyers were hiring investigators, lives were being privately undermined, it was business to the lawyer, money; Solomon sighed, didn’t they all know, everyone of them, that the day of the Lord had arrived, miracles were happening, and extreme thought was on the divine radar, and that meant an end to them, amen. Who said that?…Just one thought, a good prayer, it was time to put the effort in, the ship of extremism sailed on in search of any friendly port, sink it he prayed before they can get ashore, it’s only listing now, amen.

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My Life

He has no teeth when he laughs, there is just a wonder in his eyes, you asking me he says, what could be interesting about me; the school children are doing a survey of the aged, they are on a return visit to the retirement home; Old Murt laughs, My life, you want to know about it, the children nod. It was simpler then he says, he looks around him, there is disdain in his stare, used to care for the elderly, at home, at home he says to himself, in those days they did lots different. He doesn’t want to discourage them, they are young, and every generation strives to do it better, improve on it.  Murt finds he isn’t tired the way he is when talking to the aged, his own age. Young ones are enthusiastic, energy, he can pick it up.

My life, Solomon sighed. He’d heard from a few climbing the mountain; they believe this and that, good at rituals, rules for food, times, it’s well laid out, not too hard to follow; Then Solomon sighed, if there is no love in it, what does it matter, My Life, amen.

Music on Monday

Monday, the end of january, the first days of Spring are near, you need to get your head clear, perhaps you need to unwind, music supplies much of what we need. Trying to lose the bias being poured into the mind, well, you heard so much in your years, how can you put those fears aside, where is the space you need, a hundred different emails, a load of tweets, and a host of other messaging services, who can handle the over load. Lets face it, we all have one set of eyes, and our brain has a wide variety of streams, you can’t work the same sections without letting the other parts down, it’s the same as letting down your children, be good to yourself, give your mind a rest, listen to music, you say you have not the time, well, if you don’t want a breakdown, you can always reach of the V’s.

Immigrants wait in the arrivals hall, why don’t they play music, waiting is a bore, apart from the stress, the officials behind the desk, pass paper over and back, oblivious to the needs at the other side of the counter, a little thoughfullness. Those in charge, if you make it too comfortable, you will only encourage others, what a mind set, we are all supposed to welcome guests, oh for the good times, amen.

Davos and Divorce….

Is either good for us, at least a divorce can help you get out of an abusive relationship, even if the lawyers are the only ones left satisfied, the big smile, what can I do for you, ah, you’ve split up, lets see how we can divide the assets, I hope you have a good accountant too, Davos is a bit like the lawyer part, every year they discuss the well being of the world, the financial well being, no wonder they don’t invite Spiritual leaders, maybe next year, when they come to terms with divine intervention, the stuff they can’t control, and need help with, enough said about Davos. If money can be printed, it can’t be that bad, it’s just a case of who is printing the money, well, when you get into debt that is astronomical, no one is ever going to challenge you, unless you have not too much, then it’s safe to challenge you, the market won’ get upset, even Tigers need a balanced diet.

The oceans, acidic, the environment for children growing up, toxic, so many worthy topics, none of them financial, yet Davos persists, the welfare of the world, not ignoring the billion of so souls living with a disability as the journalist in the paper said, (don’t take credit for the efforts of others, it does not go down well in high places) well, does anything come as close as the welfare of our living environments.

Solomon was looking at the poster, he was in the old church, an Indian Prophesy, what happens when there is no space left to exploit, where do you stop, back track, and all the Davos community can talk about, the financial system, same as spoiled children with too many toys, immune from outside influence, until they have to live in it. Perhaps it’s old prophesy repeating itself, well, at least we have precedent to help us, and remind us too, Goliath, didn’t get the victory expected, the story of our times.

The thousands of fine lives stolen in their prime, cause they said stop, Solomon sighed, as the words came to him, he knew he was getting the help from above, and that was beyond understanding, In Davos, and many other places, amen. The men in Davos, seemed to be touting nationalism, in affect, seeking an effort to rehash the harm many of them already caused for opportunity purposes, well, if your busy as they say, ……

The Chair

The move is not easy, the shuffle up, the lower back support, the descent onto the cushioned seat, great to be moving places, and you thought you were dead, not so. The scene was one of life and thankfulness, no seconds to be wasted, the door opens, he enters the house, walking is not an option, it’s the move that matters. Struggling in the door, not so, there is help, the other faces wonder, wasn’t expecting that, the man in the chair, they thought they would never see him again. Solomon sighed, say it, in the Holy Name, and that was all there is to it, than you can move those chairs.

God uses the most difficult situations to show the impossible and what is possible. Too easily drowned in the material and all that cannot fly, the birds look down, they were once like us, held onto everything, could not fly, till they

let it all go, and now they soar. The beaten souls, Solomon reflects, once you move those big rocks, the lift is easy, and when the mind is right, why not. He enters the room their eyes surprised, how does he manage it, but he already knows what their thinking, not yet….

Wine

Good for the digestion, it slows you down, can be enjoyed with a friend, you don’t tend to guzzle it, has been around a long time, and if it’s good, it’s the skill of the winemaker, along with the weather.  Solomon sighed, a face, those were the days, no routine, a late start, the creation of a real Spiritual world, well being in the hearts of the guests. How we treat others, and how it affects us, the ricochet affect. Rich man is talking of poverty, explains the needs, makes clear cut points, seems wise, but when it comes to passing the wine, it’s to those who can do favors for him, making his words hollow in the hearts of those who actually listen.

Solomon read an article of news, a corner piece, the Pope had 5,000 to dinner, fed them, the menu exciting, and in his address, he explains clearly, those who have excessive wealth in times of great need, have to share it, if they are to call themselves believers, share the wine. How many speeches and great words sound empty ,when the actions of the same mouths don’t comply with their words, bitter wine in the mouth of many.

The Tired outlook…

He read it before, he heard it before, why can’t they lift the Spirit, is it really that hard. Trying to sound polite, is like a lion washing his teeth before he chews you up, it’ll leave a good taste in his mouth, nothing more. The effort to impress, words that are not yours, the love you try to express, when you don’t actually feel it, it’s the same as the next trick at the circus, the magician about to overwhelm, problem is, you can’t get away with it. The next thrill, that will busy you, the toy that curbs the disappointment, the gift that glitters, distractions, from the tired outlook. Solomon encountered the tired outlook, the weary soul, who had set foundations in the wrong place, and was afraid to move.

The dark wave, that once shone bright, the application of rules, when you decide you had enough; demons in a nutshell, drawing you in, forming part of your life, leaving you with, the tired outlook.

Solomon had a prayer for them; those already dead inside, there is a light that can’t be extinguished, amen, and it is real Love, no need for the tired outlook.