The Great Panic

A world of machines, mind controlled, disillusioned, competing interests vie for control of everyone living, each team aiming for the top, while a smattering of true believing beings in the Great God of Love, without many options, hang on tenaciously to their beliefs, on the cliff face each day, the world of love is pressurized more and more, media forms fight fierce wars, for the souls of the new borne and all.

Glitzy president surrounds himself with model types, doesn’t want anything else, the friends are all wealthy, and they are supposed to represent us. Feeling awkward, you could do with some improvements, well, the presidents people all look beautiful.

Fill their space with every type of convenience, and pretend it was an accident, stare blankly as if your clueless, ignore the facts, it had been leaning this way for years, amen.

Into this arena there are few winners, but one did make it through the shield of deceit and deception, and in the process enlightened the hearts of those in the circle of love, and this is where we stand today. Are they going to falter, and return to the old ways!

Solomon sighed; The help always arrived, even when we don’t recognize it. Before the great changes, we get nudges in certain directions, guiding us. To recall the days of old, the prophets were sent at regular intervals, it wasn’t as if we were left to our own devices. The outcome is predicable when we ignore the voice of God.

The Social Network….

God arrives on Earth, wonders at some of the changes going on, it’s been awhile. What’s new, hears about the social network, wonders how it works, what is it made up of. Has heard about individuals having millions of followers, doesn’t understand what they mean by the word followers, as the planet is not in great shape, and there are those boasting about the numbers; If you want to find out, you have to do it yourself. Decides to open an account on the most popular network out there, start at the top, face the facts, there has to be a trend setter.

Name, address, the world, post code, this is crazy. After an hour of assorted help, he manages to open an account, at last, phew, He sighs, it could be a she, Love does not discriminate. How do small children get through all this. The wait set aside, He is like a small child on Christmas day. Friends, click here, that’s fast, wow. You scroll he is told. Inside an hour, he gets a lesson in biology he wasn’t exactly expecting, and there is no limit to it either. Where does it all come from; he certainly wasn’t expecting the reception; worse than those slot machines they have in Vegas, you book into the hotel if you manage to pass the early gambling zone, well. they are like walls of cannon, ready to blast your wallet before you make into the racecourse. How can anyone avoid it.

Four coffee’s later, He is trying to get his head around it; what did they do to my Children?

 

Mother and Child

The line is getting close to the check out, she holds her daughter’s hand tight. In a few hours, she will be in another world, a little frightened the way all new visitors feel, when they are somewhere new. Young, too young, she rebelled and ran away from home, that was ten years ago. twenty six now, with a three year old child, she made friends with the first man that seemed okay, she is wiser now, back then she was on the run. She reflects while she stands inline, her life has changed, the small hand in hers, a new responsibility. To be free from the influence, her boy friend so controlling, she hated the life, maybe that’s how a mother feels. She looks at the small human being holding her hand, her life line to the world, yes, that’s me she says to herself. Why has this child taken over my life; she laughed when she heard of friends with children on the way, the way they acted, pretending she imagined; how can one person have such a hold on your life.

The desk assistant smiles when she proffers her pass port. She reaches over the desk, catches sight of the little girl;. going to a new world she says with a smile. The little girl looks at her Mother, hopeful.

Solomon sighed, how many were on the road to freedom across the world. Compassion, love and charity, the very basics required of all those who called themselves believers, 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 Entity

We can read their minds, bribe them, we know their thoughts, we are their Gods. Solomon was watching the demon minded, their invisible threat, and what they had in mind. He’d the Holy Spirit within him, a gift from God Most High, use it wisely, he did, to undermine the entity.

They trawl the minds, they have to avoid the heart, Love is their greatest threat, same as a good Clint Eastwood movie, when they get together, they acquire “Faith” of all things, what, that stuff that makes you do kind and stuff, makes them abhor violence, will even require you to love, Faith, the burden of the demon, The Strength of God.

Life is told in stories and Jesus was the best at if, for pure simplicity. By pass the head, go straight for the heart, do it together, and you will become a friend of the Almighty, amen.

Who is the Boss!

Frustrated hard working intelligent and dignified, she is a soldier in the field, has the connections to a ring of arms dealers and traders, who are the first call for all aspiring tyrants and “governments”, who choose sides, and she wants to put a spanner in the works, she wants them exposed. Her boss tell his boss who tells his boss that her boss told his boss that her boss had her reasons, good ones, for leaving them alone, as there was an intelligence operation going on, that her boss, told his boss, that their boss, hoped would be a satisfactory ending for all, but her boss was sure, that no matter how the matter went, there would be a good outcome, so her boss assured her. Do you understand me, am i making sense, right on!

Christmas Wishes

He opened his eyes, it was early morning, had he been dreaming, it was so real, the visitor said it plainly, there is a wish for you, you just have to make up your mind, this can’t be happening he sighed, reaching for another cigarette, his chest creaking at the same time, i’m too old for this, he was nearly seventy nine. The day went by, he ignored it, put it down to the medication he was on, another one of those episodes. Far away, Solomon was writing his prayer plan, actions necessary to remove the pillars of support, evil depended upon. why don’t they wish for something positive once in a while, be like Jesus even, cast the wish far and wide. He thought as he pondered the options.

The old man hits the bed early, walking is hard, he’s a retired priest, spent three decades in the African continent, saw the terrors, witnessed genocide, saw women have their body parts removed, saw how business over came righteousness, came home with one of those diseases, was now just biding his time. After giving thanks for the witness option, he prayed the usual, took his medication and went to sleep. Meanwhile, Solomon was at his desk, writing heavenly missiles, enlightening the masses, adding fuel to the circle of light, love is the doing, not the thinking about it. if two dream it they said. or if one writes it, it’s like fantasy, it only becomes a chance of reality when we put it down on paper.

The old man is woken, there is a shadow over the bed, not you again, the angel stands and speaks, this wish thing again. It was Christmas time, maybe it’s real, what would you wish for, the angel was smiling, this is real damn you, hurry up I’ve got a hundred calls to make this night. The old man was flustered, put on the spot, maybe it was old age, what would you wish for, he stopped. Got it he smiled, he suddenly sat up, felt young again, can you send that other thing and his coterie of advisers to the abyss, the angel looked up, he is going to love this, he heard this request a few times recently, an energy was growing. Outside the storm that was raging went quite, there was a calm, the angel became a glow, and the following day, three well known tyrants were removed from office.

amen.

So what do you wish for thought Solomon, footstool perhaps!IMG_5757