Human Cost

A father takes a risk, the education prospects never good, you need quite and patience when your young and learning. It’s hard to concentrate when there is background news and those who are wanting to distract you. Sean are you coming out. The friend is stuck in a book, he likes history, likes learning, likes the potential, that could be me one day.

The father gets two years for a little theft, he is not on big money, and his family live with all that advertising too. He didn’t intend it to go wrong, insurance, the industry is a racket in itself. The child watches his father,down and tired, going away, the boy is downhearted, he will miss his great defender and friend. A rich man steals, he has a mental condition, was suffering from stress, lost a family member,so argues the barista. The rich man walks free, the judge does not see him as a threat to society.

The boy is alone, in a world going mad. There is a yellow lunatic on TV, calls everyone liars, when the boy tells a lie, he gets a clout, while this yellow fella, only gets richer. Where do I stand, the boy hasn’t a clue, just that, they are all madly stupid, and he hasn’t even grown up yet.

Solomon sighed, if only they saw the cloud, amen, they’d think very differently, amen.

Toned Abs lean thighs

Have to build exercise into the daily routine. We need to work the muscles, we need to push the lungs, the heart, we want to look our best, nothing controversial. The well being, that inner feeling, fits nicer too, the clothes. It’s good to be happy with your shape, good for the mental health too, lean, toned abs, nice thighs, attractive to your sex, it’s all connected. The outward and inner feeling, the effort is worth it. If only we had such an attitude towards our spiritual selves.

Why is it so vital that we improve our connectivity to God. Help, without making ourselves worthy, we put the existence of the planet on a knife edge. The heat, the changes, the abs might look good in the mirror, but that won’t make the Spiritual impression so badly needed now,amen, appearances are not everything,even if many think, that’s all there is, along with money.

What am i worth

No, it’s not about who is the richest and therefore, the most responsible, no, it’s the plight of an uneducated boy or girl,fifteen or sixteen years old, what’s my worth in this world. No bank account, no economic assets, no home, no clean water, just about surviving, and glad at that, what am I worth they ask, who values me, in a world that puts the material first nearly every time. You need proof, we think better than that,well, the gap between rich and poor is so vast, it’s the distance from Hell to Heaven, whatever that is.

What am i worth, i want to feed my sisters and brothers, but education is in short supply, that tyrant the west supported stole our wealth and gave it away in binding contracts to others, their friends, what am I worth. A side note, if the tyrant acted against the wishes of his people, there is a good chance that all contracts the tyrant signed,could be voidable, just thinking outside the box. Criminal behavior is not in the interests of any nation. Mass tort lawyers, there are hidden gold mines everywhere you look, open your eyes, think fees, wow, doesn’t money get your intention. I just won a load of easy cash,everyone hears, is someone sowing the seeds of envy,or worse, are they doing it intentionally, amen.

The old chestnut, she knows what other girls do, will I she wonders, her choices, now very stark indeed. A big smile, the plane is loaded with cash filled pockets, the money always appears, but there has to be SPECIAL reason, your own pleasure. She dress’s the way the others girls do, attention is instant,is that all there is. After your first time you will soon get used to it, but if your nervous,try these, her old friend hands her some pills. Pills she says, looking at the dots in her palm, i don’t even drink. Her friend frowns, but tries to hide it, she will learn soon enough she thinks.

Hello, this is God’s world, not ours. even that piece of paper that says you own this and that,it will all be forgotten quickly, when you are given reminders of the last great interview in this life; what you did with it, amen. Is the environment strong, is there clean water, change subjects, how about the human environment; mind gamer’s, our fixation with our ego, change the subject fast, we are all in this together, then you remember the kind old lady who was a giver all her life, you immediately think, eureka, we are not all the same, and whoever peddles such stuff, is one global liar,amen. What am I worth you ask?

Harry, Meghan and the Mother in Law…..

timing is badly off,a few days before mother’s day, is the hype worth it, Oprah, timing, there are issues, real ones, it’s not a case of ratings, so many living in confusion, the press talks about what, while in far off places, small children simply starve, humanitarians, indeed. The world is a state of chaos, so those removed from reality play with the mood of nations, affecting the little bit of hope so many have. I suppose they will demand that God apologizes next for giving them life, well, those who are up there, seem to have the only opinions that matter.

Mothers day, what family doesn’t have issues. Is the publicity that important, it’s not as if they are promoting the words of Jesus and peace, do more doubts make people feel good about themselves. I didn’t hear my name in the news lately, the agent, or spin doctor organizes a robbery, a theft, something to draw the attention, as if it’s a burning house.

But the prophets did say, there would be plenty of silly behaviors, they partied to the day the flood came. A mother is wounded, while the signs from Heaven continue to appear. What respect is there for God and the wonders of creation; The vineyard and the tenants, is the only parable that fits the bill. They laughed at the prophets of old, they worshiped them when they were dead, built monuments to them,even though they treated them with disgrace. How prophetic the words of Jesus, amen.

I hear the loud voice, I only did it for the issue of the day, really. When you turn people against each other, you are only a demon in the making, nothing more, amen. TV, it used to be entertainment, now it’s a tool for the destruction of character, amen.

Dot Dot Dot…

The unseen becomes life, the unseen causes death, as for Faith, it’s an invisible gift. Solomon was reading the ancient scriptures, the story of the mustard seed, and how Jesus told his apostles; all you need is a faith the size of a mustard seed, the smallest of all seeds, and when you have that faith, anything is possible. In the context of today, the worry over the corona virus, and how what is invisible to the eye, and impossible to see unless under the microscope, can be so lethal, it only reinforces the power in those original words, as spoken. Faith depends on deeds of course, as without them, your faith is mere words.

Solomon was reflecting on how the smallest bits in creation have such a huge impact on our lives; the story of the bee one more example, the plankton that the huge whales depend upon; in a nutshell what is tiny can be both life saving and life destroying; perhaps it’s another reference to the delicate nature of the Spirit, and how easily it is disturbed.

life begins from the tiniest of sources, yet carries with it the experience of other generations, as the habits molded

their in, reflect so much of life in the past; how it is possible. Then to compare with human folly; how so many boast of what is common and meaningless; amen.

Inside Spirit

 

Mother comes in the door, Tracey  was out late the night before, dad is at work, and ma has a dinner to make. In the local department store, Ma got a bargain of a dress, something to impress her figure with. She is all smiles inside, feeling good, her Spirit is on the up, Tracey sneaks in the door, slides past Mum, hoping to be unnoticed, you says Mum, Tracey acts all innocent, Me she says, Mum gives her the eye, your not seeing that fellow again, Tracey waits for the interrogation to begin but there is none, the Spirit inside her Mum, is up, and no amount of small distractions is going to unhinge her. She is her daughters father, will do it her way anyway; sometimes you have to let go.

Years pass, Mum is old, Dad has moved on, now Tracey is looking after her mum; she remembers the compassion of her mother, how gentle she was with her, how she said her few words when necessary, and then let it go; it wasn’t a hammer she held every time there was a row, you don’t bring the wrongs of the past with you, you bring the lessons learned.

For over 2,000 years, a huge amount of Souls were trying to work out the meaning of Jesus, and instead of trying to learn the lesson, they spent most of their time trying to understand the man. We are divine, what does it mean, does it mean we carry baggage everywhere, loading ourselves with all that is wrong; that’s what the dark Spirit encourages. The Inside Spirit, the one you carry inside, is made up of life experiences, habits passed on, gifts from the Spirit, and what are we supposed to do about it you ask?, Solomon sighed, it’s the same as a car on a journey, you pass some one who needs a lift, but if you are already full, how can you help anyone. Space, love looks out, fear looks in, amen.

LYING IN BED

Of course I want to see you again, he’s empty, waiting for an excuse to leave her, she is vulnerable, he loves me, but that was a half hour ago, what does she want now. Those web services, no commitment sites, married divorced, what ever you want, click the button and you can flirt with them all day. Its like emptying your head into another, passing the fantasy on, and none of the physical stuff till you only want one thing, satisfaction.

So easy, on the subway, how easy to fantasize, weird stuff, it was better than going to see a therapist, and others asking for more, wanting to hear your own weird stuff, the worse you got the more they listened, what a dream, being able to pour your fantasies into the world, with no consequences, no chance of catching a disease, your secret, so you thought.

On the waiting list for a liver transplant, he is thinking back, it seemed like yesterday. The world was at his feet, and more money to burn than time. How he wasted so much. The news of miracles and divine interventions was wrecking his head, It wasn’t news that we was able to turn off, the news, the signs. He was supposed to be a street wise analyst.

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Old Friends, A Living Prayer

Daisy D gone to the world above, your kindness towards others inspired so many, Old Amo, your wisdom is still is use, that Spirit is alive too, Gerry W, you were so kind and patient, they all still miss you, enjoyed the wine and the banter, never a cross word, calm in a storm, there are few like you, Miss Philomena, you were the most active of angels, like your Father before you, and to all the others, so many great souls have passed to the world above, a harvest of goodness followed them. Being in the zone, Solomon was calling on the Great Spirit, the Father of Heaven and Earth, remember those who fell in your service, the Spirit you filled them with, is badly needed again on earth, the voices are calling out, Amen.

Solomon sighed, his prayers got heard, so why not ask, put in the request, you will get a fair old hearing. He asked for help, did what many considered impossible, if only he sighed, they had seen the Invisible. Don’t put a limit on your heart, use it. What good is all the tomorrows, when today is the only day that matters.

He sighed, his little friend, and all the children under threat, were getting help from the only source the demon feared, and that was music to his ears.

24 Seven Care in a 365 day world…

 

Imagine your old, unable to do it for yourself, in need, walking a difficulty, eating a scary feeling, you can’t chew that well, the risk of food getting stuck in your throat, not forgetting the medication, a number of conditions, from heart beat to sleep, you need the basics, just to get through the day, then remind yourself, all the news chasers, responding to isolated reports, the difficulties some elderly live with, then recall the struggle, of those daily providing the caring, cleaning dirty nappies, assisting with toilet, responding to the alarm bells through the night, imagine what it’s like working and living in that world, always trying to be uppity, going room to room, with advice for everyone, doing the chore, being patient while the residents are not so pliable, feeling confined as they are, in their limited life space, would you do those tasks, for 10 to fifteen euro’s or dollars per hour, or would you leave it to someone else.

Imagine it, if we live long enough, we will be all in the hands of the carers; isn’t time to moved it a notch upwards, those menial jobs many deride, cleaning and feeding the elderly, who once were the Kings and Queens of their neighborhoods, just a thought for a Thursday, amen.

And when things go wrong, everyone shouts, we need a lawyer here, not that the residents are going to benefit, well, at least some good came out of it you say, something for yourself of course, hey, we paid good money, doesn’t those words ring bells in your head!