To All the women who struggled, had to put up with it, this is Saint Brigid’s day..

Solomon sighed, he wondered where the sense of nurture was found in most lives; the answer came easy, he thought of the mothers of this world, and all that they sought, a peace filled world for their children, fairness, and respect. It is not a lot to ask for, but considering the huge numbers of women burned at the stake, and how the role of the feminine was dragged through the proverbial sewer, unless you were lucky enough, to have been chosen by the King, and those with similar fortunes.

Solomon wondered; how did we thrash so many great gifts, why did we listen to those mantra’s, there is nothing you can do; what influence was trying to instill this into so many heads. Saint Brigid would have given them short shrift. A no nonsense lady, amen, blessed with the Spirit from above….

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Professional Ethics…

Behind every fraud, there is always a professional nearby, what do they teach them in school. Solomon observed a class of school students outside a firm of professional people. It reminded him of Jesus and the day Jesus sent the demon spirits into a herb of pigs, who in a mad rush afterwards, ran to the cliff and threw themselves over, was there

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A lesson in it. Is this the fate awaiting those, with higher roles in society, who deny the existence of God, by means of their activities. It certainly gives the parable added meaning.

Walking the street, he stops outside a shop, there is a child screaming, not shouting, but roaring, for no apparent reason. The overall complexion of the company, does not encourage compassion, there is something out of place. Solomon sighed, said a silent prayer, the screaming child stops, goes calm. It reminded him of a night, when Solomon was very young, it was a nightmare of sorts ,a demon faced soul was trying to overcome him, Solomon recalled holding firm, and the demon vanished from the dream, interesting he thought.

Across the world, professional men and women made it possible for the worst of harm to occur on a gigantic scale. In truth, there are some who act like mobs of demons. In the current times, the signs were appearing, the Sun was bursting from the sky, sudden changes in the weather. The experts called it the result of Global warming, what else. Solomon called them, acts of God.

The Great Escape

Awake in a dream, Solomon listened, what sort of party was this. A young girl and boy were calling for help. This is my life, this is what I have to go through, is there any way you can help. The Father is a tyrant, screaming, roaring, the windows are broken, the authorities are afraid, they do nothing, the children listen to this regularly, God they say, why don’t you help us. Solomon is led through the maze, a rambling house, the only comfort, their bedroom, where they have a little set up, the usual game boy, nothing else, the screens, 20 inch,

not the big screens we are all used to. Can you help us Lord. Nooks and crannies, isolation, can you Help.

Solomon sighed, the issues that lead to mental health breakdown, and those who stay behind to assist their young siblings, while corrupt men Boast in far off places, their private planes, their private yachts, their network of corrupt friends, the smug voices, and the fake charities they set up, to enhance the reputation.

God knows everything, and as Ezra wrote all those years ago, there was an abundance of Wisdom sent into the world and plenty extra, to solve all problems, it was just misused. As Jesus said then and as Jesus would say now, his words being eternal life, there is no hiding place from God the Father, there is patience though. May we all inspire patience from God almighty, by amending for our errors, and quickly, amen.

King Solomon encountered the Great Spirit, his words were heard. Other Hearts lived through him, many petitions were heard. Don’t give up he sighed, the Kingdom of God is coming, it’s here, see the signs. Amen

Ezra

Can you imagine the situation, Men appearing in places, with gifts of the Spirit, and this a recurring act, as the prophets appear, each one, reminding the people, There is God, get back on track, don’t turn your back to eternal life. Old scripture is full of words to this affect, there are many of them. Ezra, his words, 2,700 years old, but still relevant. The days are hot, the people toil on the land, there is a great commotion, the Prophet issues a warning, the others in the town wonder, what is this for.

Ezra, was he right about the trumpet, who was the angel that he talked to, why did he go out to a field where there had been no human life, why was he chosen to be a messenger of God. Greta Thunberg, the young environmentalist, address’s the rich and famous of the world at Davos, to some it’s grand standing, there are those using the marketing opportunity to convince the young, that something concrete is being done, saying stop, don’t get annoyed, we know there are two billion of you, while in davos, there is only the numbers, that would fill a medium sized village, that’s a great difference in numbers. If all those affected by the so called harm and injustice, ever got together, there would be no need for Davos.

So Ezra listens to what the Lord tells him, Ezra pleads, why Lord. Then the wisdom is passed on, it says simply, there is very little that you understand, just accept it, and as for priority, there is more interest in what is common, than what is rare, so do you really think you are that clever. No says Ezra, there is much to learn.

Being independent, Ezra, he goes to a quite place, arranges for what he has to write down, passes on the wisdom. That was when the time was 2 and a half terms from the completion of the world cycle, which was cut shorter still, with the arrival of Jesus.

Interesting reading, Ezra.

Human Loving

We all gripe, complain, spit, we all have an opinion, we all carry hurt, it could be something simple, body image, could be complex, orchestrated harms, apartheid, the color of your skin, there is much that can be complained of, but Human Loving continues, The Spirit inside strives. Solomon was on his way, admiring the light, the indicators good, Heaven’s friends were smiling, hearts were firing. The Sun is out, our attitude is positive.

I don’t believe in them she said, they only want to control women, what are they all afraid of she said to him, an elderly person. It wasn’t a complaint, it was a sort of fact, this organised abuse of the role of women, not the role of Mothers, just the attitude towards women. Imagine, 2,000 years since Jesus, who was readily happy in the company of the female of the species, and as noted by the scholars of that time, he wasn’t known to complain of women, mostly complained about his own band of followers, men.

Solomon had been in the company of Holy Spirit, and the Spirit….

lived in Him, and many great things happened, healing: Spirit rises, your health improves, Spirit rises, you need less of the material, Spirit rises, less wars, more  peace. Basic stuff, yet the church authorities were forever spying, just as the Pharisee’s did, all those years before. perhaps, the old lady was 100% right, they love being in control, amen.

A New World

Can you imagine it, it begins with your thought, then the start of the imagining, you start today, something new is happening. The Spirit is tired, shopping, what’s new, then you see the faces, so many out buying gifts for another, how often can we say that about ourselves, we are all really giving, we just don’t get enough opportunities to show it.

She is shy, her feelings are in a shroud, wrapped around her, she protects them the way a mother minds her new born, priceless, little does she know, that one day into the future, she will watch baby take off in a car, driven by someone else who wants to love her too. there will be fretting, the stomach will contract, anxiety will persist till baby returns.

Then the Promise of Eternity, the word of Jesus, a time will come, there will be signs for all to see, there will be changes, dramatic too, stuff you heard of, but mostly ignore, it’s been a long time coming. The New world, what will it be, will their be controversy, how will we fare, what will our purpose be, how does your Spiritual guide describe it.

Feeling good, healthy, friends who you can depend upon, no fear of violence, being happy within. It sounds simple to write, but the world we create starts within us, amen.

Days of Gratitude

How many of us have life changing experiences, Solomon listens, the preacher speaks, he retells the story of the ten lepers, healed, and how one in ten returned to give thanks, to God, so Jesus tells. Solomon listened, gratitude meant a lot to him, the day more poignant than most, his own recall a little blurred, his memory of events poor, but the results, never doubted. It was the anniversary of the perfect intervention in his own life.

 

To encounter the perfect intervention, where all that is seems lost, and all from then on is new, is rare indeed. The tingle in the feet, your still connected, the feet will move again, the lower body functions, how you got there, you have a faint recall, this must be the feeling you get, when you are born, how did I get there, and since so many do it the same way, you think nothing of it, it just happens.

So much we regard as a right, so the mob tells us, this is what your entitled to, and if you don’t get it, you ought to sue some one, there are lawyers on every corner, complain. So, there is the gardener, the flowers are sad, they have lost their luster, they don’t grow so strong, who does he complain to, probably himself, I didn’t use the right fertilizer. Then recall the mindset of the One who set the style of the flowers, the colors, their size, the smell; he does not get the same scent, the senses are not moved, the garden is plainly not that healthy, who does HE complain to.

Gratitude, how we respect the gifts we are given, and how we pass it on, it’s that simple, amen.

 

My Life

He has no teeth when he laughs, there is just a wonder in his eyes, you asking me he says, what could be interesting about me; the school children are doing a survey of the aged, they are on a return visit to the retirement home; Old Murt laughs, My life, you want to know about it, the children nod. It was simpler then he says, he looks around him, there is disdain in his stare, used to care for the elderly, at home, at home he says to himself, in those days they did lots different. He doesn’t want to discourage them, they are young, and every generation strives to do it better, improve on it.  Murt finds he isn’t tired the way he is when talking to the aged, his own age. Young ones are enthusiastic, energy, he can pick it up.

My life, Solomon sighed. He’d heard from a few climbing the mountain; they believe this and that, good at rituals, rules for food, times, it’s well laid out, not too hard to follow; Then Solomon sighed, if there is no love in it, what does it matter, My Life, amen.

Scream and Shout….

Do you love me, do you do, run faster Mr Murphy, the sargent is screaming at the new recruits, do you think this is christmas, this is war he shouts, many years later, the old marine recalls the training, the mental stress that was applied, the shouting, the taunts, the bear with us awhile, it will only make you stronger, the words ring bells in his head many years later.

Solomon sighed, spoilt for choice, bored, the excess’s they have to go to, as if they are children with too much free time and money to spend. He recalled the child, tensed up in the corner, eyes wondering, eyes deep in it’s head, as if all life had been taken away, the child does not understand the screams and the shouts, it sure wasn’t this in the beginning, it was sootihng he recalls, they were nice to him…but he is slowing getting used to it, and the Spirit inside is being battered. Meanwhile..

Conscientious mary is at a rally, something to do with christmas songs, and how inappropirate the lyrics of some, they have to be changed to suit the political thinking of the moment. It’s so important to attend the rally, you never know who you might meet afterwards, there might even be a party. Solomon raised his eyebrows to the headline, a christmas song of old, made references to a cold night, and a cosy meeting of a man and woman on a cold christmas night, song idiots decided there was a threat to humanity in the words, another notion of political mad thinking. In the old days, ancient days, language had many meanings, violence meant strength, virgin meant woman without child, and as for other sensibilities, you don’t have to dig.

His Father screams at him, go to bed, your not getting supper till you learn math…

Lifting the lid….

Have you ever realized as to the number of people who don’t wash their hands after doing their thingee, and the rise in infectious diseases as a result of it, just saying, It’s a bit of a stink, imagine the child in care, dependent on the adults who are not family, insecure, well, it’s why he is in care anyway, a what does it matter, if he overdosed Friday he”s forgotten an hour later, that’s a bit of a stretch I know, just bouncing ideas off the lid, gosh did another drop hit the seat, no one will notice anyway, did I wash my hands, who’ll notice, aha, so the world is a dirty place, no wonder the native tribes suffered when the white man arrived, all those diseases they brought with them.

Solomon was reading the story of the sentinel Islands, where an adventurer tried to engage with the native people, protected from such intrusions, by law, to cut to the chase, they fire down arrows on him and he’s killed, god bless him. This group of natives are kept isolated from mankind, because of the risk of disease the white man carries, and this is the 21st century.

Monday night, the news, the expose about those prisoners in their own homes, bullied and terrified, women who are slaves, children not allowed to have opinions, any form of Spirit, damned from the outset, cause it is against the rules.  The same goes on in front of your eyes, and it’s the story of many who covet control through religious means. Solomon saw the Spirit destroyed on countless occasions, and while it was a gift to observe such destruction, he imagined why it was not difficult to work out, that to gain Spirit you had to have some in the first place, just as the ancient words said.

The unspoken is said, there is a sigh of relief, it had to happen, amen.