Elijah

Words of old, the power of the prophets, the power of their words, have we forgotten sighed Solomon. He recalled an old story, put in words thousands of years ago, there did exist those with God’s Spirit in them, actually, if anyone listened to the words of Jesus, they would have learned it a long time ago, the power of heaven was inside you, the Spirit within.  Solomon was talking with a loose friend, an old friend of this man, was ill, and so the man suggested it might be nice to share words with him, he lay in a hospital bed.  A few attempts were made to connect, but it wasn’t possible, was it the same with people as they tried to connect with their divine friend, or did they leave it too late. having seen the cloud, and pictured it, having encountered Holy Spirit, and been inspired by it, was it not possible he sighed, to send a prayer to a friend in need, of course it was, so long as you have the faith to believe it, yes, that simple, are you willing to believe in Elijah, well if so, pray for what is

good. In times of great change, it is soothing to know, there is a power, that outweighs all other powers, and it is inside you. The story of Elijah, was a story in need of retelling, amen.

Did you hear me!

turn down the stereo, the phone rings, no one can hear, a thousand different voices, all hoping to be heard, sounds like hell, me, did you hear me, the constant drone. Picture it, the survivors retelling the story, the only witness’s to the horror, be it the Titanic, be it the horror of Auschwitz, the voices calling out, did you hear me. Then imagine Jesus, walking through a small village or town, the voices calling out, heal me, do you hear me, he walks on, but hasn’t ignored them, if they have faith, they will be healed, do you hear me, amen.

Many voices were calling out, shouting injustices, my cause, my rights, my needs. Then there were other voices calling out in silent prayer, thanking God for the blessings being poured out, do you hear me. Solomon listened to the world around him, every day was a gift, the scars on his body, reminders, i’m on my feet today, do you hear me. Only God Most High could have done it, do you hear, amen. The power of Faith, it was the story of Great Spirit, amen.

Using Words Wisely

If we bombard them with the message, and if we offend everyone, they will automatically assume the need for change, and no one will think your for or against them, they will think about what you said about the, Muslims, The Pope, The Mexicans, Women, Wealth, but most importantly, because you have bombarded them mentally, and the media will love it even more, all they will want is change when the time comes. anything but more of the same will do, even if more of the same will be the end result. Donald shook his head. All I have to do is insult everyone, he looked at the mini dress near him, wondering.

Was it not a pity, abusing the well being of all that was good was all they were actually good at. A paper trail of insults and upsets, left two hands on the nuclear detonator, two previous enemies. There is too many of us, too many humans, he heard the neo rights argument, what the world needed was less people. Solomon sighed, they needed less neo types, and more of the loving types.

Who is Your Neighbour

The button on the machine is depressed, a message is sent across the world, your response to an appeal, a conscience effort to lend a hand, the lifting of a spirit, the guidance of a friend. The world is border less when it comes to friends, same can be said as regards to love, the same Spirit exists that has existed for all those years. It was and is the promise of Jesus, God is in you, yes, God is in you, and it’s why the body of Christ is made up of all those combined spirits, it’s not about one, it’s about becoming one with love, border less. and when that happens, miracles and blessings become a flow, in response to that effort to love. Solomon was reading the news, nurture the spirit, as he did, he saw a bunch of smiling children play effortlessly, no fear no anxiety no stressed glances, no squint eyed gazes, no hard looks, an openness, the heart flowing. The picture he saw, reminded him of what an old writer now deceased had once said. He was a survivor of the death camps, don’t let them steal your spirit and reduce you to nothing. Added together, Great Spirit is all of us. In 2017, if there was one thing we ought to do, it was simply this, make that great spirit stronger. If you do, all of us will live in a safer world, amen.

2017

The trumpet calls, double tower, golden door, Donald. Hillary and her supporters, the world left behind, the race up the golden elevator, will you be so lucky to be selected. The markets worry, haven’t seen anything like this before, a reality TV president, the power of the box in the corner, now in your hands, the remote, the tablet the mobile. Image is so powerful, the message that repeats itself , pressing into your head, the slogans turning over inside you while you sleep. Solomon wondered what all the ego and power stuff was about. The world had changed enormously in a few short years. The Holy Spirit of God had made itself known, great events, miracles, safe plane landings on water, two of them, and hosts of other similar news items. Would any of them vote for God, well, it was a question. There would have to be lots of promises, something God didn’t do, he didn’t need to make a promise, he just did. A choice between eternal life, or death, what do we have to do they ask!, what an ungrateful lot.  The brain was smitten with the image of Donald, the slogans stuck, greed was welcomed, and this happened, to great applause, in 2016. Solomon sighed, the image from the sky is real, do they know what they do, amen.

Happy New Times

new world, old guard in runs, real love ascending, change happening, prayers answered, children smiling, few avoiding, honesty to the fore, thoughtfulness, titans turned into babbling fools, no more of more of the same, signs of the awakening everywhere, amen. Words write the future, make your dream the widest, and catch all the others as well. Solomon

understood the power of words. The prayers of Isaiah reminding him, amen.

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.