The Head Liners

The stuff the head fills with, the recall, the continuous reminders, the little triggers, the wearing out of the resistance, the cry of a child, that won’t give up till it gets your full attention. Escaping the fear, the words of threat, where do you go, the authorities can’t be trusted, everyone can be bought. Inside, the thoughts swing over and back, the lion and the hyenas, they are fifty of them, One lion, they wear him out, the constancy of their efforts, he will have to fall, will tire him out, eventually he will set down and be taken. The stuff that gets in your head, you haven’t got this, you ought to have that, as for your car, the subtle reminders, you are just a consumer, targeted, played. It was the same story all those years ago.

Solomon was reflecting, the children were on their way back to school, moms and dads were getting them ready, new books, the uniform, new shoes, all the bits you need to fit in, no child wants to be left out. He recalls the times of the early believers, and all the appeals by the early apostles, to their growing numbers of believers. They were having a hard time, they were being taunted, goaded, where is he then!. The parade of wealth before them, the ancient roman empire, and how it rewarded those you were servile to it, well, Caesar triumphs over the world, long live the emperor. The troublesome believers, a threat to the old religion, a threat to Rome, the pressure is applied, examples are made of the most vocal, to put off any new recruits. Two thousand years ago, no computers, no red cross, no united nations, just the promise of Jesus, hold tight, the kingdom of God in inside you, you just have to believe.

Today there are great changes going on; the world is topsy turvy, the old regimes are loosing power, and the Spirit that is crossing the world, points to heavenly powers. Solomon could vouch for it. He encountered the Spirit, and held firm, saw many wonders, don’t forget, fill the space inside you, will loving thoughts, death is not the end, just the beginning of the next leg of the journey. As for the head games, ignore them, they too will pass. One thought and they could be transformed into babbling fools, amen.

Hawaii

The last kingdom on earth, well, the islands were just a spot in the ocean, the well being of Great Spirit, respect for all life, thousands of years of settlement, the comings and goings of various tribes, then the Europeans arrived, the missionaries, and then the decline. Interesting history, lilliaoukalani, being the last queen, taking over from her brother David. She saw the danger; the americanization of the Islands, the loss of the culture, the conflict between the British culture, the american culture, the use of rules, regulations imposed by those backed by the missionaries, the loss of muai, the welcome.

100 years have passed, since her passing or thereabouts, there is a book written by her, it tells the story, how the Islanders were betrayed, how the business class took over, how fear won the day. 43 years after the last volcano, the fire starts again, the memory of lilliaoukalani is awoken; Solomon sighed, he was just thinking of her the other day; the book she wrote, he passed it, there was a part he had not read; as he passed it, he said to himself, must get to the end of it, for she was a fine lady, cultured, a poet, songster, and proud Islander, then the volcano erupts, there is a earthquake too, well, volcanoes and earthquakes occur together, friends of the earth as you say.

Mother Nature is calling out; listen she says, this life you all are living is not justifiable, if you leave desolate the earth. Solomon sighed, they were saying the same about the rearing of children in the current age, amen.