Rain Man

When will it stop, do you see how it affects us, he looked at his companion, the sky was grey, at summer time, it was supposed to be light and blue, the norm for the season. They were wondering if it was true, the stories they were hearing of divine intervention. Solomon was listening from afar, what we take for granted, what we get for free, did they not understand, life is a gift not an entitlement as some had suggested. If you use the gifts wisely and help the Spirit rise, intervention from above is forthcoming. He laid back in bed, wondering. The words of Jesus came to him, and how in his home town there were few miracles, because they just did not believe, as in doing, it was that simple. So he said a prayer, and was sure it would be okay.

He rose in the morning in a hurry, his visitor, a man of great Spirit, a race to the bathroom, a brush of the teeth, a swipe of the hair, hurry dude he said, he’s coming a long way to help you out. The phone rings, too early, not even a cup of tea, what he’s outside. He hid the thrash as best he could, this was not the start he imagined, a breakfast, a few coffees, ready. I’m outside. Welcome brother he said, do you think it will rain he said, no way sighed Solomon, and it never rained. the sun returned, just the way it always did, when support for Great Spirit was live, amen.

The Vocation

Well, we have to indoctrinate you, empty your head, dump whatever is inside, then fill you with our stuff, and it takes a few years, we don’t want any loose canons as they say. The vocation, a soldier to a doctrine, no thoughts of your own, our way, and you will be disciplined if you get ideas, you have to consult us first. He scratched his head, this is a loving vocation, every commitment to a higher love, assumes constant learning, and wisdom, not indoctrination. Solomon sighed, if there was no love the vocation didn’t actually matter, be it a teacher, a doctor, a nurse, or preacher. They stole the message of Jesus, and used it as a marketing tool, while ignoring the teaching altogether. He thought of his small friend, the days they went to the monastery, and how the young boy wore amazed smiles, while discovering the peace for himself, an experience he would never forget, amen. The vocation was in everyone, it was teaching them all how to love, amen.

The Voice

Her ears shifted up, it was the voice, there was a rhyme in her heart, it wasn’t that she listened to pure rhythm, it was the way her heart reacted, there was an ease in her stride, even if she walked in the dark, she couldn’t see, so she learned to feel emotionally, the senses. Her eyes had never been cast upon envy as the eyes do normally see, they did not see the love that was on parade, it wasn’t that she wasn’t feeling inside, it was the way she expressed herself, the gentle sigh, the call of a bird in the trees, love is never threatening, just brings along a case of sensuous anxiety sometimes, so it was to the voice she was tuned, it was how she dealt with the difficulty of sight, having eyes and being unable to see, being blind while being able to see.

Solomon was remarking on the reaction of a fried, the widening smile, and how easy it was to ad a little sparkle to any life, how the lack of threat was freedom to many, just being able to be oneself, true. There are words we want to put on situations, sometimes we can’t find them, our emotional baggage is too heavy, other times we are afraid to utter them, afraid of the reaction and how it could change something. In the cafe he heard her voice, it wasn’t the conversation, it was the way she blended her smile and words with that voice, amen. It was music for the heart, that voice.

Global Warming

“you mean we aren’t responsible for global warming” asked daisy, who was seated at the rear of the class. it was a bunch of ten year olds, Solomon was filling in for the regular teacher, had no class prepared, the head teacher just asked him to supervise, kill the hour with them, surf the net, whatever, so long as they don’t make noise, okay!.

He sounds like my elderly aunt he thought as he walked the corridor, thinking, what would be a good subject to chat about, he was a good talker, and children love good stories. What’s in their own interests, make it personal for them, but not too personal. My Dad is an alcoholic and my mother is in rehab, how cool is that, no, not that reality, a little else, what is in the interests of children. They like animals, who doesn’t, they

like flowers, is this cheesy he thought as he entered the class. It was his first week as a newly trained teacher and he was getting used to it. Being a role model in the lives of the young was a big responsibility, they ought to pay us more he thought, his hand feeling the credit card bill he slipped into his pocket that morning, half his first weeks wages would go with it.

Mrs Murphy is sick and I’ll be taking over the hour he said.

He wrote on the board, in big letters. 70% of the worlds species are extinct or facing extinction.

Are we responsible for killing animals said daisy, whose father was a farmer, as well as thrashing the environment. My dad says you have to drill twice as deep these days to get clean water.

You are not responsible for global warning either, we are, my generation are!

so what are you going to do to fix it then asked Aaron. We can always hire a lawyer and force you by the way, that’s what they say, if they damage your prospects make them pay.  Can children take lawsuits to force the government to do the right thing regards the environment asked another ten year old.

Aaron turned around, if they can impeach Donald they can do anything. Trumpie!!

Our World

One parent, a working mother, a father that rarely visits, who loves you baby, the lament of many young hearts, am i not good enough, might as well try the internet, least i’ll find some friends there. He scrolls the page, clicks and flicks, millions are doing it daily, probably more, self serving celebrity, pours out the drama, hey, i have another follower, the positive you know, the kid doesn’t know.  The dark mind, reads the heads, has a little help from the demon, knows how the spirit works, lead them on, push them over the cliff, got you. A game they called it,  Solomon was reading the text line on the TV, the online bullying saga was getting more press, it wasn’t a recent issue, been going on for years, at least it was the news, did they forget the obvious, society needs to readjust, to set new guidelines, children need parents not child minders amen.

Years before he listened to criticism of the closed society, and how it wanted to limit the free for all access to the online world, and how the so called society in question and all its’ past issues were suddenly highlighted again, in order to kill thought on the subject, access to the online world. A little organisation could fix this he sighed, if they could send space ships and land them on the moon, what was the problem with a little cyber patrol, just saying. So many children lacked the full support so many took for granted today, our world had changed, amen. A

positive imagination got positive results.

Where’s The Bread

Solomon wondered what the ancient scriptures meant, spent time working them out, after all, many conflicts were started over the misinterpretation of same, and any light on the situation might help the problem from not repeating. Organised religion was too worried about organisation and regulation to give it serious thought, not surprising, their differences seemed to get wider, while they all offered praise to God Most High. You fed me, you gave me shelter, you healed my thirst, you were there for me, basically, you were a friend, amen. was it that simple. How many careers were made by those pretending to be devout, how many politicians found their power from it’s clout. How many chose the side they thought would win, where’s the bread you mean, amen.

What If?

just imagine it, your thoughts are read, good reason to be an artist, you can express yourself .Just imagine it, your thoughts are added to the pool of all thoughts, just imagine it, you have a say in all that happens, just imagine it, the Power of God resides in all of us, our thoughts turn into actions, almost a voting system, the more good ones, the higher the love, just imagine it. Those with the good thoughts, usually children, their honesty is trusted, adults hide behind walls. Just imagine it, today is the day, and you are part of it, and your job, is to think all that is good. amen. Just imagine it, you can teach it, just imagine it, the words of Jesus, unburden yourselves, forgive, allow yourself to think only as the father does, imagine it, what if you tried one day, and it all fell into place, just imagine it, Solomon already had. Just imagine it, there were those who knew this, and hid if from the world.

Solomon saw the circular cloud, the mist, the stuff you can’t dream up, the visit from great Spirit, didn’t have to imagine it. Imagine what you could do, if you could petition God, what would you say, how would you put it, just imagine it, a better world,