The Celebrity Disease

You mean it’s a medical condition, she shakes her head, she stands before the mirror, the curvature of her rear is on her mind, liposuction or implants, she wants to be round, well, if the eyes of the nation are on her, it’s the rear they will see most of. She ignores the words coming from her friend, you are old fashioned, besides you are old as well, she continues with the performance before the mirror, am i too flabby in this she asks, while she holds up a pair of leather trousers, fake leather trousers, nothing about her is real. A day later her life is in tears, her celebrity is no longer a celebrity, she will have to find another one.

Solomon was talking with a friend, the topic was imitation, and by extension, example. What is going on in all those minds, there is nothing original left it seems, they copy cat. Solomon was listening, he heard much talk about it, the way children imitate what they are exposed to. His mind was focused, the signs from above pointed to divine intervention, the numbers too, the warnings from above. Celebrity was not what it was supposed to be, it was a trick, the same as exposure to nuclear weapons, once it got into your head, it was all you could think of. With the world producing less and less numbers of healthy children, it ought to be on the minds of the learned and wise, wherever they were hiding.

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Can’t Afford it !

We can’t take him in, she was adamant. James comes home with an elderly man, he’s ragged in appearance, has done it once before. Jane is not sympathetic, she looks the old man over, wonders where they would be safe, where the locks of the inside door are. Her eyes rise up to meet James full on, what are you doing to me, we can’t afford this.

If you let me stay I’ll clean the place, Jack is not impressed by the token words, well meant, but Tony can’t look after himself, he’s got the ageing disease, and friends are few, why me wonders Jack, as he heads for the kitchen, coffee on his mind for his elderly friend, and hopefully some peace of mind for himself.

She screams at the boy, alcohol moves the emotions, he cowers, the five year old, covers his head, is worried about a blow he might receive. The friends look away, it’s a party after all, besides the child should be in bed, but the music woke him, so he comes down, weary eyed, and worried, Mammy didn’t want her possible new boyfriend to see him.

Witness, witness, put a line through it and forget you saw it. The report is another call to the arms, the youth of the district are being assaulted in every way there is. The local dealer has a hold with the police that

Edgar hoover would have been proud of. The pay off will be a few days peace, if they ever decide to act on the intelligence anyway.

Witness, witness, did the birds know something we didn’t. Solomon recalled the dream, he was above the bed, looking down, he see’s a shell break open and then a body emerge, are we all birds, are we born again. A wry smile, he’d experienced that already, amen. Can’t afford to know the truth, you can say that again.

Are you worth it!

seriously, you can’t be, you don’t mean what you say, nobody could, am I worth it, do you think your buying me dear, he has a fierce gaze, she is looking for a slave, another to add to the thousands she already owns. The eyes are intense, the captured, the bounty of war, is being sold off with all the other possessions of victory, the mercenaries wont fight again unless they are paid, and a young man is worth ten years free labor, should make a price, I’ll take she says, while jabbing him with a spiked stick, he reacts, but the chain around his neck holds him in check. I’ll train you she says to herself. She has broken the spirit of many strong men, not forgetting the women and children she bought down through the years. Rome, you got to be joking, this is downtown Manhattan.

Thank you for calling our help desk, please hold, a sales assistant will be with you shortly, slaves waiting, the whole darn world, waiting. Solomon sighed, he wrote the story of the Holy Spirit so often, and then changes, divine, it was not the usual way to spend a life, should have been fleecing them online, selling all sorts, whatever, but then again, who could he complain to, if it all went pear shaped, only the One who sent the Great Spirit, and there was no escaping that, are you worth it.

Our thoughts maintain the world, but turning them into wise actions is the one essential, Solomon recalled the words of Jesus, 2,000 years old, but alive, God resides inside you, are you a good neighbor, amen.

Rewarding Hate

The details are gross, the readers are in the millions, the details are worse than a bad day in a slaughter house. Fixated the readers are spell bound, did they really do that, the small details thrill the most, the writer gets an award for encouraging hate. Solomon recalled the times, when there were elders, wise men in every community, wise women too, (do i here the sexist complaint). In times of distress, the wise elders were the first source of comfort. The matter is discussed, the complainants make their case, the well being of the community comes first, ears do not need to hear the details. Why fill the heads with all sorts of strange thoughts, same reason they used to try and shield young children and others from pornography, it wasn’t deemed good for a healthy society. Are you joking they say in their heads, this stuff is ancient, get to the modern world dude, wake up, what’s wrong with rewarding hate.

The bias we pass on, the activities we encourage by giving them Ink, the ideas we plant into the head, same as the daft environmentalists, when the river is poisoned they suddenly decide to act.  Solomon prayed for revelation, and help from the world above. He encountered Holy Spirit, encountered the enemies to love as well, there was a need for a worthwhile prayer, a basic set of words that would help all

that was good, so he thought about it for awhile. One thought could turn those who deceive and those who encourage evil into babbling fools, a good idea, imagine if it works. everyday since he listened, the real intentions of many are made known, and it is growing, so much for those who reward hate.

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Where has Daddy Gone….

I hear that again she says, I hear it everyday, her head is splitting, what can she answer, he has left them, just keep them busy, she does her best, works two jobs to keep it together, their boy, well, her boy, what do you say to the abandoned child. Besides she thinks, so many have to get used to it, a moral crime, but who notices. Halloween is approaching, trick or treating she smiles. He is helping her clean the kitchen, his small hand on the brush, I’ll do this he says. He heard it said in church, do good at home and the Good Lord will help you out, so he tries.

Where is Daddy gone, she hears it in the morning, how can I fix it for him, buy him a new toy, anything to distract him. Seeking the love he has been denied, he will seek till something overtakes his emotions, he’s a pushover for anything that blurs his mind. The years pass, he is in a jail cell, sharing it with another affected child that never grew up.  What did your father do asks his cell mate, how can you answer, he was a deadbeat, left them.

Solomon was listening to a story, it was hard on the heart what he heard, the stuff you have to listen to, but a listener he was. The child is a tool in a warring marriage gone wrong, hurt the father, deny him access, it’s her trump card. all she did was hurt her child. Bargaining with love and turning it into hate instead, was this the fate of the world he wondered. They planned for the worst in government circles, never once thinking there was another way. Solomon sighed, do they want Holy Spirit to succeed, or is it just words.

In a nutshell, the world and it’s survival depended on the love on offer, he hoped it was going to improve, amen. Storms had eased, blessings poured in, it was not imaginary, Solomon was reminding himself, the life on offer had much to offer, if only we put a little more thought into it. His own woes had been increased and he was trying to avoid trouble, was it a test, hardly, just the demon hoping to confuse him. Are you listening Dear Father in Heaven?.