No Religion

The prophets of old, the words of Jesus, written many times, the day is unknown, the hour, but when it happens, the great change, it will be instant, the light of God will be all the religion they will need. In a nutshell sighed Solomon, rather than dwell on what divides so many believers, who not focus on what we have in common, and work back, love God first, and it will all work out. Not bad trying to figure out your purpose on earth, amen.

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I just Growing up…

She sits in the chair, a little subdued, the medication, she sits while she waits, she is not so sturdy, they gave her a diagnosis, the memory disease, well, it’s an age thing. The limbs don’t have the same stretch, your energy isn’t what it was, the eyes not a clear as they used to be, the appetite too, not as appealing, getting old they said, Mable sighs, I am on a journey, I’m not giving up, I am growing up. A mind of her own, her own ideas, she didn’t beleive the blarney of men in charge, thanks rubbish, who filled them with such stuff, who. She fought her life seeking equality, now the journey has brought her to the care home, at the mercy of those she railed against, those that followed the rules. A nurse approaches, Mabel frowns, the pills, the last time she refused it, they sedated her a whole day, and gave her god knows what. I was just forgetting stuff, doesn’t everybody do that. How much do so many hide inside their heads. How those playing games would change the topic once the questions got testy. No one is allowed question the experts.

Solomon smiled, the story he heard on the radio, the lady with the mind disease, all she wanted, treated me as I am, it’s not your pity I want. Getting old sighed Solomon, we just want to be accepted. The story is never ending, it’s just a change in circumstances, one day you breath, the next your a bird, flying somewhere. Do birds worry when they wake, do they reach for the medication. Mabel, she is a living being in a fast changing world, so fast, the time to look after her is no longer left to relatives, the world so busy, it can hardly look after itself.

The weather, warm and sunny, no one rushing, the only que at the ice cream van, mabel recalls the days of old, how everything that a mother could do was done, same as it always was, by mothers across the world. There is a bitter taste in Mabels mouth, its’ not the tablets, its the story in the paper. The role of women, whitewashed from all circles of importance from the beginning of christianity, then copied by other religions, framing the mind set, bastards she sighs to herself.

The Rest of My Life…

No, it wasn’t the great sleep, it is simple, the rest of your life, what do you mean she said. She wanted to be free of them, older now, she had changed internally, she was looking out, same as a bird about to leave the nest. So much of the world is in a hurry, she is too, if I don’t do it today, the opportunity is lost, come on, she is making sense. The cocaine is helping her thought process, she is super confident, knows what she wants. So much of life is fueled, the emotional spears, the wounds that haven’t healed, the need to escape them. sometimes we need a push.

To the world she had everything money could possibly buy, inside, she wanted to hear what was real, not what everyone wanted her to hear, she was a queen trapped, as captive as a bird in a cage. So much we feel is fixed, she gets the rush of the high, she states her case, I need to fly she says. The arguing continues, there is no peace at the table, her friends, so modern too, they don’t accept the old ways, she points out to what is going on around the world, haven’t you noticed she sighs.

The SPIRIT is strong inside her, the changes above clear to all, the numbers re appearing, the revelations and all. Her Father nods, she is right, there is too much we hang on to that we need to let go he says, his wife smiles, she has suffered from the restrictive practices, some rules

are reasonable, but they don’t need to be enforced.

Solomon imagined many young women hoping the changes came sooner, while the elders remained stiff minded, but as usual, wisdom wins out in the end. THE Spirit is alive, the plans of the extremists implode on themselves, just a little patience required, that’s all.

Helen Keller Day

Happy Birthday Helen, it’s been awhile but the memory lives on, the deaf blind are not alone anymore, your name summons the help, it is how we can best remember her. They gather at the funeral, they have tears in their eyes, we will never forget you tears, then they forget you. Helen, you were a prophet, you changed the way many see disabilities, same way the earlier prophets aroused Interest in God, reminding them. We have gone astray, the light comes, then the memories return, we have another destiny, it’s greater than this world, Helen Keller, you remind us, thanks.

Lying in the bed, she is safe, the dark has no fear, she is on the same level, he holds her, she dreams, her troubles don’t exist when she is safe in his arms. Solomon sighed, that is what it is like, when in the presence of God, the presence of Love kills all fears. Then the day comes, and the reminders are there, what she would give to be safe in his arms. Solomon sighed, some names makes us feel good, Helen Keller does.

Come Follow Me

Strong words, requires trust, the need for bravery, but lets stop here, the news was of another world, the ability to rise the Spirit, the ability to make well, put down your worries and leave them behind, follow me. How can you do without and still have enough, the words are a contradiction, how can they make sense, what is the meaning of the world, what is the meaning of the word, how can God live inside you, who can do that. These are the thoughts surrounding the early apostles, and early followers. What is my life without all those things, I feel better with a Jet in the car port, my pride rises, it makes me feel good, others think better of me, and you want me to give it all up. It must have been a bit of a downer, having so much of this world then realizing it didn’t count for anything ounce it was over, you life. Solomon had many plus and negative moments, made some difficult choices, same as many before. Listening to the words, give it all up for me, what can that mean.

Solomon slept in it over night, the answer was easy. The stuff of this world does not last, it doesn’t matter, it is out when your gone, what else is there to leave. Solomon recalled the names, those that inspire us deeply, the stuff that moves the soul and heart, he never saw a price tag on it though. It’s easier for the bird to fly when the load is light, amen.

Spirit Raising

The yeast in the mixture, the smile on your face, could it be that easy you ask. The glance across the office, that says it’s okay, we got over it, you can approach me and ask, the fear that is dismissed with eye contact, what’s the worry, the sincere expression that cannot be faked, when it’s real its’ real. the role of every life, Spirit raising, assumes that there is somebody more important that yourself in the room. The child comes home, the shoulders are shrunk, the child is worried, the mother knows immediately, what’s wrong she says, the child is not afraid, he slowly tells the story, in a minute he is feeling all right.

Imagine, Solomon sighed, it was a hard emotion, the small friend who can’t explain it, the fear that his phone hides, the worries of the bigger ones, the fear that is trapped and can’t get out. Solomon was sending the reminder to himself, those who were left behind while those who built themselves kingdoms thought it was all right. the toe rag mentality was a mind set of those of arrogant disposition, he had encountered them regularly, so he warned them about the Spirit, well, it was possibly the best news possible since the days of old, God is real, I have seen the Spirit, watch this space, amen.

Solomon smiled, it was passing on the Spirit, it was just an every day thing, no idols, amen.

Great Changes

Waterloo, 204 years ago today, the smoke covers the field, the grass blood soaked, the revolution halted, a pause in the change, no tyrants please, we prefer Spirit, of the heavenly type. Old writer of that time, it was the weather he said, the gun carriages could not move fast enough in the mud, the battle had to be put back a few hours, then the great rescue, on account of all the seemingly unconnected events,  and as the old writer said, waterloo itself was no part of the battle, it was where the report was written about the battle. The battle was lost but the victory was with the loosing side, the end of the feudal systems, that had dominated life, the formation of the EU one mind

, and even today the fight continues, as there are those who want that model of community to fail, in order to allow countries to become havens to the will of devious men. Together, you can’t fail.

Solomon spent thoughts on the many interventions, the unseen events, that transformed, loss into victory, the D Day weather changes, the earthquake after the Death of Jesus on the cross, it is the power of Spirit. Focus on the world above, the light comes from Heaven, the Spirit that connects with it, it’s inside you. How many women died on account of thinking that, and how we recall them, today their Spirit lives. So hear we are, the planet faces a battle, can we curb the instinct to consumme and give the earth breathing space. Solomon sighed, if there was divine intervention before there will be again. Waterloo looked like a disaster for the loser, same as Donald Trump was deemed a disaster for climate change, well, perhaps it’s just one way to draw all our attentions to the most pressing issue of the day, our living environents, social and physical, amen.