Our First Date.. OFD for short, put it into your smart phone quick!

The expression on her face was unnatural, he didn’t think it looked human, well, that was no surprise, they met on the dating app, fix me now, he hadn’t seen one of those for awhile, what planet are you from he asked, her lips were on her eyebrows, her jaws wider than her head, was she a serpent or a giant whatever, he could not make it out, but she sure enjoyed herself, however, he wasn’t going to call that number again. Then what was normal, normal, how could anyone change so fast in the space of a few seconds, then he recalled the magic of child birth, odd comparison, but there was no closer example.

The cocaine is on toilet top, the other executives hear the noise, any for me they ask, you have your own he shouts. What are we going to do with the bitch, they refer to the boss, what a dose of bad luck, a woman in charge, they had to pretend for so long, with the guys in charge, there was no limits at all.

What a drama, you could buy powder anywhere, but honest to good home grown, no where to be found, who were they fooling, amen. Jimmy buys the quarter, at twelve he is the oldest, the others will share the head wrecking stuff, well, when  they saw what the adults were doing on line, they could hardly believe it, and if that was considered normal, a little weed couldn’t do all that harm, well, they were not trying out the stuff they were seeing, every second page, the same stuff, how big, how long, how often, the bang, very Un Jesus like, well, the teacher never mentioned that stuff in the olden times, maybe it’s a reference to Pompeii or something.

The contradictory messages, pull the big weeds, remove the demons, remind them, he looked out the window, the sun was doing what it always did, he just had to write it. He didn’t get annoyed, just a little fired up, the fish were jumping, the human atmosphere chaotic, a lot of movement, time to catch a few nice ones, well, they say it’s the best time to fish, and Solomon was not going to miss the opportunity, amen.

 

We can’t allow that stuff online, self harming, the other guys laughs, he was watching some serious bondage stuff the night before, if self harm had any meaning, then bondage must be the cherry on top, imagine, paying to get beat. Violence is a turn on, for far too many it seems. The geek with the smile and executive Jet, explains, well, if you have the money you can buy it, and no one gets hurt he emphasizes, goes on to explain he has a doctor and entire medical team in the room next door, in case it goes too far, and this is the human world….

Jesus flailing a whip, what did they think of this stuff, Solomon

encountered angels, servants of God, saw them in shapes, the Spirit itself, the picture from above, and so many other experiences, all said the same thing, reform, well, it was reforming, first you have the news, the outing of the characters, and then the better understanding begins to occur, just don’t loose the plot, he could hear the sigh of relief, how else do you get heard these days!.

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Masters of the World

He wheezes in the bed, the oxygen tank gives him air, on the walls, all around, masterpieces of an older world, treasures he thought, what he’d give to be able to take a normal breath, the one thing his money can’t buy. The friends who call are not real friends, they just wonder how long he has got, and who will be the beneficiary. The cost of the collection, priceless in money terms, with his failing eyesight, he can just about make out the colors. He presses the bell, the nurse comes running up the stairs. He needs water, his mouth is dry, he sighs. The energy it takes to reach for the glass. She holds it to his lips, he sips, refreshing. The Van Gogh was such a lucky break, he got it on the black market, it was looted from a museum during the war, he is the only one to have the original, and it sits before him on the wall, one of the master pieces from the poorest of the great painters; all he can do is imagine what it looks like.

The real treasures of the world, are stored in your heart, Solomon sighed. He was visiting an old friend, not as sturdy as he used to be, but still there, and still believing. No worries old timer, your on the list that goes above, eternity awaits your soul. At the thought the light bursts overhead, casting a light across the room. Every one who comes to visit, a real time friend, no one seeking gain, what a joy. You are near the gates of eternity, and they come to wish you well, and hope perhaps, to grab a little of your Spirit, cause he is a real master of the world. Solomon laughed inside, and you know me well.

He recalled a conversation years before, the argument he made, Love is in the danger zone, why worry about the bits and possessions, you can’t bring it with you, no matter how powerful you are; all you can leave behind is example, make it good he said, and they laughed at him; well, he wondered if they could afford a smile as they arrived at the pearly gates, the masters of the world. Didn’t Jesus tell them the parable of Lazarus and the rich man, just a sip of water. Warned them pleads the Old Rich Man. Solomon saw the signs, and had been writing them ever since. His old friend smiles, golly he says

, isn’t that marvelous, the sun coming out like that, Solomon sighed, unbelievable, but real, a sign from God, amen.

What Unites Us?

The lowest common denominator, sounds like a math question, what is the lowest common denominator, heard it in math class, we are doing adding and subtraction, the teacher is adding a little flare, all the eyes are on the board, the children are small, they all are keen to answer, get it right. No one is being bullied, there are no security guards at the school gates, and parents are not paranoid either, what used to unite us you ask. Well, the mobile, our wealth, the car we drive, where we live, are we rich or poor. Solomon sighed, it was so simple for Jesus, his words were so simple too. God is inside you, seriously, the guys are looking at him wondering is it for real, the women like him, he actually listens, doesn’t size them up or put them down, what unites us, it was so simple, so simple, deeds.

So many distractions, and when it all comes down to it, we are just experiences, some of us exude light, some of us dark, the energy that surrounds us, how simple is that. When we share, we don’t have to worry that much, we can’t be fished, watch the bird soar, who taught it how to fly, yeah, it’s that simple, so what unites us?

Little Miss

She listens to the old man, he is powerful, has everything she could want, has power, money, and serious wealth, can buy anything he likes, she is enthralled, he can do anything for me if I do anything for him, what is it, she listens, the tales of fantastic wealth, the fashion few can afford, the story, wow, did it really happen, she is listening to every word, I could be like him, he is so intoxicating, he can see the gleam in her eye, knows she is spell bound, putty in his hands, he will pass her around like a rag doll, just another starlet with stars in her eyes, little miss.

All through her life, she can’t grow up fast enough, it’s waiting for her, she becomes his accomplice, encourages others to think the same, the way a deceiver buys what he wants, using others, we are just libertarians, we live life to the full, seize every opportunity there is, live the fast life, and then it’s over, that’s life he told her. Her parents have struggled all through life, she is in a trance, what is his world like. Little miss, the habits she acquires, the more perverse it gets, well, what does it matter, do people really do those things, obviously they do, she is doing what she could never contemplate, years before she was disgusted, now it’s common place, little miss.

Solomon was reminiscing, life was not always like this, but the habits his young friends are being exposed to, was alarming to him, in particular, the vulnerable ones, fodder for the machine, their lives not worth more than toe rags, to those with the power and clout. Imagine it, they lived in guilded homes, had rooms for many, had wealth while the little ones frowned, while lecturing the world, with the skills acquired from script writers, who sold their souls and their talents as well. He wondered how they would reflect, as sure as God was real, their conscience would rise inside them, and leave them all in a living hell.

He saw the cloud, the men in the clouds, miracles, the visit of angels, and so much more, if they needed proof of divine existence, he could provide it, amen.

An Opportunity to Show Compassion — Jesus is the answer!…. Going the extra mile, in a time of Great Change, thinking of others is not a bad thing…a re blog of course, we are all learners!

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Luke 10:25-37 Today’s passage records one of Jesus’ best-known parables. It’s an illustration of how to display love for God and others, and though the context is ancient Jewish culture, its lessons reach into the 21st century. The story strips away our rationalizations and excuses until we come face-to-face with our need to show compassion. […]

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The Heat is on….

Pressure, the time to choose, opinions and the principle, the esteem of friends, their words got him elected, now he is their pawn, they were using him all along, you will make a great speaker, people like the sound of your voice, why don’t you get yourself selected, we’ll help of course, the journey he recalls.

He is old now, the early words of pride, they hit him at the right time, at a low ebb, he needed a lift, the work he was doing created walls, he had to lift all the time, then they came and helped him, his so called friends. The first favor was a small ask, just reduce the size of the green area, we can put up more houses instead, he shrugged, didn’t seem much he voted for a new health center to ease the guilt, and they came again, then he wouldn’t budge, the day it all went wrong, the heat was on. No, no he said, that is a step too far, I am not going to promote the casino, the trouble is will cause, can’t you put it somewhere upstate, they nodded no, their lawyer steps forward, Sorry to have to do this John, he opens the envelope lays in on the table, the images are stark and clear, he coughs puts his glasses on, Atlantic City has never been the same since, the heat was put on.

He is eighty plus, years have passed, he has grandchildren, he can’t let them find out, it would ruin them, their careers, his credibility would be in the thrash, how is he going to keep it all intact, they have crucified others, now they want to buy his son, his

replacement.

Solomon sighed, the league of demons, they never give up, they worship the price tag and nothing else, if only they would listen, heavenly Spirit was pouring out, signs from the Great Father of Heaven and Earth, their demon counterparts in those places, had lost, the Spirit was free to roam to places they never expected, there was no need for the righteous to worry, the heat was on the demons and no one else.

The Wave of a Hand…

immersed in the self and the importance of being, full of the self, he makes his way to his next appointment, focused on the me and nothing else, nothing means more to him than success, well, it’s the mantra of our existence and when it gets in the head, what else is there to think of. He was after finishing class, the day was going well, it was a pass, the day before had delivered, it was a clear cut victory, he had being delivered, amen. He grabs a coffee. He is on a hurry, it’s a sip and a dunk, then he will be gone from the surrounds.

“Hi!”

She waves her hand, he waves back, there is a smile on her face. How simple was that, she was rooted to her chair, and didn’t get out much, but her face lit up with a smile.