The Great Healing

Solomon was remarking on the world of old, how the early generations, in particular the early Jewish ones, won the approval of God. The temples exist the monuments still stand in certain places, the story is not controversial, it’s just that believing comes with a price, a sacrifice if you want. Anyway, everyone gets excited, there is a man who heals people, you just have to go see him, seriously. The men in charge abuse their standing, not all of them but some, they see it as a profession, they organize it, they create an organisation. The early Spiritual power they were endowed with in accordance with their beliefs begins to weaken, till it fails all together. This is not working out, the nearness of heaven is in doubt in the minds of the ordinary, our leaders only reward their friends and those who will do them favors. Along comes Jesus to restore the Spirit, he is given the Holy Spirit, the power of the Father. He can heal, there is power in Him. He goes to his home area, those that know of him don’t believe in Him, as a result, they can’t be healed, amen, he does not feel any love.

How hard is it to have faith, when you live among people who adore the material, worship it, how can The Spiritual blessing work?. Solomon saw storms ease, he wondered this, if only they had the faith to believe, then they could heal the world.

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Looking for Love…..

Doing the groove this is normal they assume, he wiggles and twirls in front of the screen, the way we learn is not the issue, we all learn the same way, example if you are young, the TV remote is on the wrestling channel, the others are in the room, the absence of a father figure forces the emotions, imitates the nearest close relation i suppose, what if, it’s a big question, if you are trying to fill that loving gap. Fundamentalists fill the details in with their version of events, some of them are bible experts they do everything by the book. Stop, halt, hold on, there is something very wrong in all of this. Ask the question no one wants an answer to, at the least it will challenge the collective conscience, even if they try and bury the truth, it all comes out anyway, the example we were subjected to, when we were very young.

The bells ring, the pleasantries begin, stares across the aisle, who is in attendance, who has not come along. Why were you not in attendance Mike, the allegations are kept quite, it’s like a secret meeting of a secret cult, your programmed, the job pays well and the children have great schools, the medical is free and the university position is secure, programmed has many different forms, and the cult is seriously successful, who can complain with that.

A journalist, Daphne Caruana Galizia dies in a bomb blast, trying to expose the off shore criminals, who are stealing from the poorest themselves, the resources they stole were to be used to restore, the health services so badly needed by the rest. Well done gentlemen for removing a voice of Love, imagine the consequences in a time of great coincidences, when there is news from the world above.

The preacher brushes his teeth, he fleeces them to be exact, washes his face puts on a smile, he is getting ready to set them alight. The audience is select, only the movers and shakers, decision makers, with their help, they can seize whatever they like.

“Jesus says this to you this morning!”, he begins his long rant, the audience begin to take notes, there job security depends on all this. He begins to read from the old scriptures, choosing to ignore the bigger meaning, he is using old worlds to target the world, there is an agenda, if they are not fundamental, then they are not like us.

Solomon heard it all, be it North Korea, Washington select interests, or a cult, they existed, extremists, who pretended to be like us. as for using the ancient writings, Solomon was reminding them, the extremists. Noah, Moses, the holy prophets and what was it they wrote, extremists never work it out, there is no love in that. wasn’t that the story of the good S

amaritan?.

 

 

My Fault

It was not the reaction, it was the ardent hate, it wasn’t Nazi Germany, it was twenty first century first world thinking, an elite with their hands on power, assuming they were going to be as successful as those they replaced. Modern world power, we control the mind, we fill the media, we use others, the way a mob boss does, you don’t rise to the top unless your dirty, examples of it written all over the place, was it my fault she said. The oceans are clean, the off shore theft continues, water supplies are getting cleaner, there is more money in existence than ever before, the machines that print it, the legal schemes that create it, how can it survive, when it ignores wisdom. My fault.

Solomon had the proof of divine interventions, had encountered the Holy Spirit. Revelation was filling the airwaves, new truths coming out everyday, as if preparing the people for change, my fault.

here’s looking at you kid!

The mask slips, the mirror, ill luck, to be before it look so unwell, the hours spent massaging the ego, tending to the mirror, why do you need clean underwear he asked, what if i am involved in an accident, wouldn’t it be better if you survived, rather than have thoughts of pride, the mirror. No one wants to be uncle scary, no one wants the religious authorities defining what love is, we would all much prefer if they practiced it, it would somehow be more meaningful. He tends to the tasks, feeds the machine, well it keeps him in work, and the future job prospects are superior once you are an insider, the mirror, what everyone else is doing, was it the story of the great dramatist, who got his choice subjects to laugh at themselves, not realizing till later, it was their own mirror they were looking into, so much about mirrors, it seems we look into them everyday. was it a question of judgement, seeing how we look at ourselves believing that was how others viewed us, judging all the time.

The image sighed Solomon, was it the feed we were on, more of ourselves, till there was nothing else, possibly.

Gandhi

happy birthday Mr Gandhi, the guest is after arriving, and he has a present for the great man, a bowl of peace, just what i was seeking said the octogenarian, well, he is a little older but his spirit is still young, and he has been restless in the pursuit of a peaceful world, his guest, smiles. What do you want to ask me says the old man, who suddenly stops and apologizes for not offering his guest some tea on the veranda. He has traveled a long distance, to seek the wisdom of the peace activist. There is great concern in the world, so many areas of conflict, and the leaders in situ seem out of touch, the wise oracle is badly needed.

No sugar, i’m sweet enough says his guest. There is a tray of biscuits on the table, Mr Gandhi reaches for one and dips one into his tea, a habit i picked up from the english,  he smiles, as he dips it a second time, oops, he lets the biscuit linger and it all falls in. Going to the same place anyway he smiles patting his tummy.

Peace Mr Gandhi, how did you manage it. Mr Gandhi has a childlike smile, his face is radiant, how i got into this place you mean, waving his hands at the surrounds, a paradise of calm and beauty, bliss. His guest nods, no, it wasn’t that peace he was interested in, but how the world was going to mend itself, the threat of wars a daily event, tragedies a regular news item. How do we mend the situation Mr Gandhi, his guest repeats. Mr Gandhi is on his fourth biscuit, and successfully dunks it. Patience he sighs, patience he sighs, not meaning to be overheard. His guest writes in a notebook, patience first. And don’t over react, it achieves nothing adds Mr Gandhi, usually makes things worse, his guest writes more. Patience, don’t over react, his guest is trying to be patient, but Mr Gandhi has his eyes on the biscuits, there is only one left. Should he share it or eat it, and sharing Mr Gandhi says, it makes people thankful, his guest writes sharing into his notebook. The biscuits are gone, Mr Gandhi finally looks up, he smiles at his guest and says,

“so why did you come to visit me then, did you bring any cookies with you then?”

I was seeking wisdom says the guest, oh wisdom, why didn’t you ask me that at the beginning, answers Mr Gandhi, it’s very simple. Once you use the wisdom you have, you get second then third helpings of it, provided you make use of it, it’s the law of the talents. Mr Gandhi sighs, his face droops.

Anything wrong Sir asks the guest?. No biscuits left.

save our environment….

It’s a common topic, the support structure of all life is in trouble, and there are no mirrors, we are in it all of us, a band of human beings, save our environment, the stars in the sky are falling, the movements of the stars noted for years, save our environment, the call is coming fast and hard, collectively is there anything we can do.

He heaps a small mound of crystal powder on the table, while his eyes follow her swinging hips as she heads for the toilet, a change of underwear, so he imagines. He can fill the gap that cuts out the rest of the world, blind you mentally till there is nothing else to do. have another one of these, he acts as if he is the king, they get the hit they forget and comeback.

save our environment, we need all the ideas we can gather, the seriousness of the situation is downplayed, the sensitive nature of the human being, if they knew the truth they might panic entirely. In far off locations some are building spaceships, preparing for the worst, but they are still trying to save the environment.

Solomon sighed, the positive intervention of God Most High, had much to do with love. Saving our environment and being close to God went hand in hand he reckoned.

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