Addict Central

Darn, the buzzer goes, the alarm clock buzzes, who could be at the door, she clambers out of bed, bumps into the chair, what time is it, she wipes her eyes, clearing, the buzzer goes again, I’m coming she shouts, she knows the voice; frantic words are muttered outside, you have a ten o’clock and you are behind, she fumbles with the lock. The door opens, she retreats to the kitchen, the kettle is set to work, her assistant is done up to the nines, darn, she looks better than me. She opens the press, where are the pain killers, she has a brain rush, you need to order more of these, she holds up the noisy container, two or three loose tablets left. Then she thinks to herself, the sleepers, they are getting low too

, and there could be an emergency, she dismisses the thought, the time she dropped the container on the bathroom floor, and how sticky they were when she tried to pick them up. What about the anxiety stuff she thinks. Her assistant says nothing for a few minutes, she has been through it before, addict central.

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Outside World

 

He closes the door, the walk isn’t too far, he wants a cigarette, a fix in the morning a bite in the afternoon, a few cans in the middle, and by four he will be out of it again, outside the world. She will pass by him and shrug, he is on a bench outside the church, lifting her eyes to heaven, she remarks

, did you see the like of that, alcohol drenched sloshed in front of your church, no respect she mutters beneath her breath. He eyes her as she passes; would she ever throw a few coins, has she any heart at all. She can hear his thoughts, his eyes stab her like daggers, in the back. All he does is drink it, she ignores him and walks on.

Mrs O’Neill says the cashier, she is inside the women’s fashion shop, everywhere, it’s spotless and shiny, she is there to try the new dress, there is a wedding coming up. It’s awful what you see on the street these days remarks Mrs O’Neill, referring to the drunk slumped over the bench down by the church. The attendant ignores the remark. A half hour later, Larry is slouched completely, lying motionless on the pavement now. In sleep land, he does not notice Mrs O’Neill as she passes; the smell of alcohol and that other smell, have they no respect she says.

Solomon heard two women in conversation, the sight of alcohol soaked bodies hanging around the sanctuary is too much for them, they have to speak up. What the children are exposed to one of them says. Solomon smiled, God works in wondrous ways, giving us tips, and angels come in all sorts of guises, many times just warning us all, of the outside worlds.

Without God…The Consequences…

So many arguments, religion has caused this harm, people actually in positions of power, have caused the harm, the question you need to ask, what is life if it depends on the efforts of human thought alone, what are the consequences, why the backlash all the time, why do they drum up the old issues, why are so many set on revenge. why do so may get upset so easily, why do so many stir the shit, a six year old could answer that. Why do we need God is not the question, the consequences of No God, should be the issue.

Russia, the revolution, the gulags, the death of ideas, the enforcement of a system, trying to regulate the human existence, the aftermath, failure. God allows the unknown factor, the bit that can’t be manipulated, into the equation, the soul who wants to speak up about injustice, the voice that won’t be silenced, as others pick up the trail. Having encountered “Great Spirit”, a powerful energy, that works on the love theme, I have seen the impossible, and as many will testify, I have encountered an army of helpers, those who arrive just at the moment, out of the blue. And it just continues to happen.

Without that “God Spirit”, who would you rely upon; systems that are created to maintain the system, that fight change, and only adjust when the crisis has arrived, never before it. No one can doubt the huge change going on globally. If you read the old prophecies, in particular the writings of Ezra/Esdras, it will enlighten you. And if your in doubt today, and it’s all getting too much for you, as it does in these uncertain times, give a thought to the gift your life is, not the entitlements that you perceive, and you will hear a voice inside you, that will tell you, how remarkable life truly is. You just have to believe.

Today

 

Memories can be great friends, they can linger in your heart, when your having a tough day, you just go into the zone, recall the smile, the laughter, the funny things that made you laugh, and the tenderness it awoke in you, what you learned, the quirky stuff, that takes you out of the moment, the movie you watched that you still remember, good stuff, it’s amazing how in all that you do, the good stuff rises to the top, I guess, that’s why the memory can recall it, as if it was yesterday, the joy you encountered, while you shared the moment.

Good memories, remind you of the words of Jesus, they just never leave you. Amen.  They remind you of the power of love, and what is real and what isn’t. Those that clung to you when they had something to gain, you never see them when your in need. The difference between the good and mediocre, fairly obvious.

Self Control

Vietnam, Iraq, the concentration camps, The Irish Famine, the first world war, the traffic in women, slavery, internet pornography, the off shore accounts, the financial traders rigging the market, the banks overcharging the lowly, the cathars, the burning of women, yes, human dignity has been put under pressure, what is there to be proud of. Before pouring the blames out, it’s time to check the mirror, and use some self control, amen.

It’s raining in hell

Well, imagine the surprise, well, Donald’s ex, makes the statement, Steven whoever, going around Europe, hoping to rise the ire of the right wing enthusiasts, then comes out with the statement, ” I’d rather reign in hell”, what example is that to give, especially with the online world, at the fingertips of everyone, what a comment to make. Meanwhile, while all the tooing and froing goes on, access to the adult world is at the finger tips of every living child, with two or three flicks, they can be anywhere they shouldn’t, their parents possibly anxious, but in most cases, unable to do anything about it, but doing their best, a house, food on the table, security, while they wait for politicians to see the light, we can’t have our children exposed to this stuff, what are you going to do about it. Then along comes, Donald’s ex, proudly proclaiming, I’d rather rule in Hell, what has been going on. America used to be the safe haven, now it’s ruled with fear, many afraid to raise their voices, while those with the money, just do what they want, while their off shore wealth keeps on building up, where is the morality you ask!

Solomon encountered help from above, the right wing extremists were trying to curry favor in Europe and elsewhere

, hoping to ramp up their cause, divide European nations, so they could be exploited again. Solomon didn’t think so, and the angels who were gathering were, would never allow it happen. Fifty million died during the second world war, fifty million living humans, Europe in her wisdom, vowed never to allow it happen again. May the plans of all the extremists implode on themselves and their kind only. The power of Prayer, if they were in doubt, they only had to recall the prophet Isaiah, his words effective, amen.

Foundation Building

The wine farmer, nods, he is explaining the terroir, the land, and what it means to the wine maker. He has a glass bottle in his hands; in it, four types of soil, the difference, is there a difference wonders the small audience. Sandy and pebbly, heavy and smooth, the four types of soil, are all part of the land. The best grapes grow in the light brown and pebble dash soil, more breathing and better drainage he says, pointing to the far corner of the field; there is more sun too she smiles, one of the visitors says, sure.

They buy a few sample bottles; On the drive back to their lodgings, they discuss the enthusiasm of the farmer, how precise he was, how important the foundation is, and the power of the sun, to turn grapes into vintage wine, one of them is a teacher, she has a thought, her friends notice, “Lucy, what are you not sharing!”

Who wants to be serious on holiday, few. She wants to hold the thought. She imagines her children, her school children, as bottles of wine. Would it not be great to give them a foundation, rather than, toys that occupy their minds. She is high school, knows the problems facing families. How the mobile has replaced the parent almost, it’s not a popular thought, few will agree, but she is a teacher, and foundations are her core, just like the french wine maker, common sense to make those foundations secure.