Surviving Childhood.. Music Helps too..

 

Darn, the dreaded past, the harmful memories, the lingering anxiety, the built up anger, how easy it is to get upset, darn, did someone mention childhood again, does it ever stop, the heart cringes, did I really think that. Some guys have all the look, and hatred can last forever, well, if you saw the look on her face, Solomon could not beleive it, she can’t be feeling this, not now, married for twenty odd years, a few children later, the divorce, and hatred, he is getting younger while she is loosing her figure, how unfair is that, the new one is full

of beans, she has no children of her own, and now she wants to mind yours. bad enough loosing the love, but loosing your children too, man, how many children have family issues. Open the papers, the amount of celebs and the difficult upbringing they had, we all listen while they fill the coffers, are we all that mad, seemingly.

Solomon put a brake on the climb, waited for the world to catch up. The demons were in a hole and the more they struggled, the more crap they found, about themselves, not those they had undermined so succressfully for so long, let it continue prayed Solomon, well, the visit from the Real Spirit, brought a wealth of insight an entire university would have trouble figuring out, so why worry. To know that life is a stepping stone, meant there was a further step up the road. As the Prophets were told many years ago, the soul goes on a journey after the body passes, and it’s a great buzz, seeing the wonderful future ahead, not the dreariness some allude to. Survive childhood, those tough days, are the shovels you need to dig the garden, nothing more, trouble is, there are those who make a rich living reminding us of all that is wrong, and they seek victims same way a heroin dealer needs bodies, amen.

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The Golden Child

They need a few words, the King asks, where is the poet, he must write the lines. The pages are before him, he wants to fill them with words, it’s the story of the inner child, the secret place where angels dwell, the mountains of bias and ego don’t exist yet, there is nothing to blind the little one. Everywhere he goes, he can see them, Spirits, only eyes that young can see them, eyes that have not been burdened.

Solomon read the paper over his coffee, the usual, the weekend games, the pundits and their fury, the fate of another manager, by the next day, it would all be forgotten, same way the car park fills and empties, we take new places, and we rarely remember where we parked the day before, unless it’s reserved of course, and we are made to feel important.

A baby sits before the music man, too young to be a fan, can’t spell his name, can’t recall the lyrics, he just bobs his head and listens, the rhythm gets him, and so it gets the angels, who he see’s floating about, cause he is not blinded by things yet, but can see what seems eternal, the way faith is, you can’t see it, you can’t hold it, all you can do is

pass it on. The baby nods, listens with his friends, amen.

To be part of the Kingdom, as Jesus would say, you have to be just like that child. Solomon sighed, it’s amazing what you learn from a simple picture, amen.

The Scream

Help me, she twists and moans, her body contorted, the disease has her limbs out of sync, the nurses pass on the corridor, their faces covered in anguish, she has been like this all morning, they nod, they have been to her bedside regularly, what can they do, there is no cure, just medication.  He hears her wailing, the sound of a thousand witches, what a noise, he is visiting others, the sound bears down on his ears, a prayer is uttered in silence, comfort please, the wailing stops, calm is restored, it was as simple as that, no drama, no big intervention, just ask in the Holy Name.

It was easy to silence demons, you just had to remind them of the Power of God, the fear they would never be able to overcome, Solomon used the Holy Name regularly, and the power was immediate, whether it was a set of words, or inspiration, it just delivered. He wrote it a thousand times, to remind them, you are not alone, the demons are powerless when it comes to Holy Spirit, amen.

The Stream

Nothing tasted better than breakfast, so he thought for a long time, the ache never left him, the feeling of hunger. They had struggled together, she was social for the first five years of his life, stamps coupons and charity, amen. He passes over the fresh warm toast, his mother accepts it, she smiles, my boy she says, my boy, even if he had a father, what did it matter, she was the one who reared one. There was no music her side of the family, he had a brother who was a guitar genius, her son’s father, maybe that was where he got the talent from. From the back of the big yacht, she lapped it up, admiring her life many years later, except for the one yearning in her heart, we could have had a few of them, them, her children. She settled for one when she could have had a stream, then again, all she ever wanted was one.

 

The Child Smiles

She pushes the buggy, she’s a young mother, it has not been easy, the windows she passes, she can see but can’t afford. The boy she pushes is her two year old son, his father is a delinquent, he has left them both. The money in her pocket will feed them for a few days, cheap pizza from the discount store, sugary biscuits and a little extra, not much more. Across the street, a stranger watches, he has been sent to help, they know she is in trouble. A vulnerable young woman and child is seen as easy prey to the evil mind, easy to coerce and control. She moves on, her smile is pursed, the child giggles, they pass the sweet shop, the boy cries out, she reverses, she can’t afford it but she tries. God Most High watches, 25 trillion off shore and the same again in other places. She feels the coins in her jacket, it was the money for the milk. They enter the shop, she stands before the display, the stranger enters, bumps into her, has gentle eyes. Nice boy he says, looking at the child, the eyes light up, the boy begins to laugh, the mother is surprised, she does not often see him like that, all lit up. You dropped this he says, with a knowing smile. She can read his thoughts, really she asks, he nods again, he never forgets he says. That smile is worth billions to the boss, every time he see’s one, something good happens.

We are going to have a treat today she says out on the street, while junior plasters his face with some sticky sweets, yeah says the kid, now we are really living mom

, amen.

Spirit

there are two types, that that comes from above, and that that comes from men, the Spirit above brings with it, a bounty, eternal life, it is everlasting, goes on and on. What’s the difference asked the child, it was confusing, the spirit was the spirit, what was this other “Spirit”. The power of God lived in Holy Spirit He said, it could heal, make the impossible possible, it protected and guided, it was what the old prophets wrote about. It was the lasting kind, and it was gathering in strength, as love grew stronger. The boy nodded his head, it was the answer to his prayers, a simple explanation. He was experiencing strange things, he could see angels, he was aware of old spirits, was he going crazy like his sister, she was still in the asylum. Now he realized what he had was a gift.

Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, and more, and it all pointed to a reforming world, a change, and the results in the time period, make it clear, this is ordained from above, how wonderful was that, awesome.

Wouldn’t it be so cool….

the year is 2017, the hopes of divine help rise, signs in the sky, upheaval in the old seats of power, change and challenge, old prophesy comes through, Ezra and more, blessings being poured out, and the Spirit of God gets stronger as faith rises. In the corner, extremists with serious business interests scent opportunity, they plan to harm people, privately they are trying to encourage misguided terrorists to act, do their bidding for them, upset the masses, get them to run to us for cover. Imagine it, God Most High gets word of the extremists true intentions, and turns their plans in on them. While in a church a group of ill people gather for a healing and a blessing, and when they get home, they find they are getting cured, would it not be cool. Imagine the affects the one event would have on the entire world, breath taking, amen.