Where’s The Bread

Solomon wondered what the ancient scriptures meant, spent time working them out, after all, many conflicts were started over the misinterpretation of same, and any light on the situation might help the problem from not repeating. Organised religion was too worried about organisation and regulation to give it serious thought, not surprising, their differences seemed to get wider, while they all offered praise to God Most High. You fed me, you gave me shelter, you healed my thirst, you were there for me, basically, you were a friend, amen. was it that simple. How many careers were made by those pretending to be devout, how many politicians found their power from it’s clout. How many chose the side they thought would win, where’s the bread you mean, amen.

The Lost Princess

It’s a beautiful day, the days events point that way, everyone is dressed to the nines, and that means there is going to be a party, a celebration. She peers out the window, there is an emptiness inside, the heart cannot lie no matter how much we pretend, the distractions of wealth and fame can’t fill the void inside. She appears beautiful, she is, but feels dirty inside, the heart has not been nourished for a long time. You will get over it her father says, everyone does. In an hour, her father will be with his mistress, and in the space of an hour will get his immediate thrills, forget about it, till the next fix is required.

Solomon sighed, they use, they abuse, they provide all sorts of poisons, it’s the way, or the way they have been

conditioned to think. The males just find the fix easier, the vulnerable young women they meet, and others they think they can use. Solomon called them demons. How the princess would swap it all for inner happiness, but wasn’t that the message of Jesus, there is another way. He was mocked regularly for stating his faith, for stating that Love was the way to the Father. But Jesus said the very same, he was in good company. The night he was visited by Holy Spirit changed the world, it was the proverbial landline to God, stay in the zone and be amazed, he is every single day, amen.

Beat Me Up Scotty

The first blow sends her into shock, she has never seen him this way. The expression on her face shocks him, she has never seen her that way either. She feels her face, rubs the cheek, feels for anything broken. His adrenaline gets a hit, he is shocked at it. I’ll never do that again he swears. They embrace, he rubs her face, she is afraid, it will never happen again babe. The trust she has, is shaken, but she forgives him, it wont happen again. He’s a record of doing it. He knows how women cowl, give in and blame themselves. Love is a very potent form of dependency for those who already feel vulnerable.

Blood on her face, he is getting high on it, the kick to the ribs, her arms go defensive, he is getting excited she is worried about the kids, doesn’t want the neighbors to find out either. It’s repeated every few months, the doctor ignores the bruises, her friends had stopped calling round, just when she needs them, she is all alone. Blames herself, Stop. The angels were in the room watching, sends the helpers. Artists write songs, authors put words on it, social services call to the house. Dudes, didn’t you know there is a God!. Solomon was not in doubt, he had seen so much, it was enlightening. In a moment God could turn everyone into babbling fools, as sure as he allowed those with his Spirit to perform miracles, amen.

Panic Attacks

can’t sleep, can’t think, I’m going to drown, i can’t eat, no buzz from the TV, the soaps no longer is attractive, can’t concentrate, chaos, it sounds like the morning of the super bowl, and your the quarter back, well it isn’t, the old guard have realized it’s no longer the same, and in some ways we have Donald Trump to thank, and the series of extreme thinkers, the political far right, they have wakened to world, and the heart is rising again in the strangest of places, amen. Okay, lets admit it, we don’t want the neat cappuccino set explain the world to us, and those who have their style guru advising them what to wear every morning, do we! Building their own Kingdoms while complaining about the current status of the competition, is in no ones interest only theirs. Ordinary people have come to realize they can have a say in matters after all, and isn’t that empowerment, as all the new age guru’s say. Perhaps you could be in Love, that’s another matter.

Solomon was after reading a story, and it reminded him of our need for Love and how easy it is to try to control it. In a nutshell, if you put the Love of God ahead of your own love, you have a perfect outcome. I’m seeing someone else she says, he hits a deep depression, rage anger sexual jealousy, I’ve lost her, I’ll get even, must ring the friends, warn them, panic attack, hot breath, deep chest movements, bitch, she is smiling as she says it too. Who is he, God she smiles, he suddenly relaxes, who can compete with that, no one, panic attack over, amen.

Next

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!