True Love

The power of the prophets, the foundations of every great relationship, True Love. Solomon sighed, the Heavenly Father never lets down his own, he might rebuke them, teach them, spoil them occasionally, but he always acts out of love.

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Consumer Confidence

Cookies, habits, traits, how you respond in a crisis, your desires and needs, the basics that you have to have, how you respond to stimuli, and I am your consumer helper, I’ll get you what you want, and there are some of us, who will even get you a ticket to Heaven, well, you will enjoy the process, the results though, they can’t verify.

Solomon sighed, there was so much data mining going on; fine if it was a washing machine you are looking for, fine if it’s a mortgage, fine if it’s a boutique dress, a pair of shoes, a new hair do, we don’t mind; but when it comes to Spiritual well being, there are many frauds out there, and in times of change, they appear out of nowhere; those who will promise to transform your lives. As Jesus warned of frauds all those years ago, it was prudent to be aware of those words today.

Many people are fished everyday online; what happens when it’s done on a Spiritual level. Solomon encountered Great Spirit; If there is no joy, and you are left feeling down, those doing the Spiritual lifting, have little of the Spirit in them. As said, when the Spirit comes, you are directed to all that is life giving, no tricks or spying necessary, amen.

Energy and Spirit

A good teacher does not need to use the rule book to control the class, a wise preacher does not use harsh words to frighten from the pulpit. Solomon is a listener; listening is awareness, it’s not the ideas you have in your head, it’s the ideas others have in their heads; it’s something many preachers have closed their mind to; listening to what is going on in the hearts of their flock; dishing out what and what you should not do, is not the food you give to those who are believers; you might make suggestions to the new b’s, but to those who have been around, the tendency ought to be wise encouragement.

Energy and Spirit worked hand in hand; There is a lightness of being when in the company of those who are light; even in the gravest of occasions, words of comfort are the first words you expect to hear; given the invisible nature of bad

bad Spirit and how it finds a resting place among the resentments most people carry; it goes without saying, that when you want to find your way out of the material maze, presenting a copy of the rules, while making you appear knowledgeable and learned, it wont get you out of the maze your in.

Solomon sighed, there were many giving instruction on ways of finding the Spiritual truth; the inner well being of the self and how it affects those around you, but for all the guides, there was but One God. So many signs about, they ought to understand what is happening he sighed.

Love Me Love me Love Me…

She sulks on the bed, waiting, she is young, he loves me, he loves me, she keeps on telling herself, as if repeating the words will make it real, he loves me, why doesn’t he love, she repeats the mantra, imitating her teacher of yoga from the year before, her former lover. He was big into the mantra, her former yoga teacher, but the lines crossed, lust and need overcame any love that was there, same way the addict needs a hit. I’ll be angry all day unless you give me he says, and she willingly provided, he loves me she said, that was then. Now she waits for her new man to love her even more. A product of the new world, where access to all things, adult or otherwise is easy, she believes as many do, that giving is what love does, it gives. In this mood she repeats her mantra, love me love me, when she has said it a thousand times, it will become permanent in his life, and she will have him. she is an odd woman, born of the modern world.

Solomon sighs, what a conundrum to be in. Say you are of God, as many are, how can you love the Great God unless you love what he or she created. Solomon was reflecting on the words of Jesus; one of the few in terms of global influence among all religions, his words still true to this day. How can you love me if you don’t love those that love me, how can you. Jealous love destroys, real love inspires.

Her relationship takes the familiar pattern; intensity, the burn out, the end. Love only wants the best for you, amen.

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.

Her hands

she doesn’t grip the way she did before, it’s a struggle to open the blister pack but she manages. I need a cure, she sighs, she has a picture of him on her side board, what will i do, her hands. A radio blares to life, the neighbor next door is hard of hearing, so the music is up loud, not that again, then the tune begins, one they used to listen to, he passed away a year before and she misses him, your hands he used to say, they are so fine. They played piano so well, now they hardly worked, amen.

In the world of the old, it was lonely and hard to get on, lonely and afraid of the night, when she was with him, well she never had to worry. The tune plays on, the memory comes back, she hears a noise at the door, gets up slowly and pats over to the door, it’s James he says, he is her nephew, he has come to lend her his hands.

Many hands ease the load, many hearts working and the love flows.

He’s Home

the wait was worth it, she was in the company of her father again, the sadness forgotten, the healing began. The sunshine arrives, and the smiles with it, almost magic, well it was, but sometimes we take it for granted, the way real friendship is. Solomon was reflecting on the events, the sense of wonder, the hope is real not imaginary. It was the child he sighed, the heart that is restless till the news arrives, your father is home, someone to stand up for you. The void in the hearts of so many, the vacuum that is waiting to be filled, the dealers and their syringes, the online trolls and their hatred of all that is good, imagine being a lone parent child, always waiting, imagine them as being connected to God, as they are, their calls seen as prayers, well i did give them the talent He says, what have they done. I’m a good child, i do what i am told and i clean up, i help, i do all the stuff, so where are you, your not home.

There were many in situations of influence who needed to be wary, at last. The signs from above, indicators of the existence of divine influence, it was just a question of heart and prayer. the door opens, the child lifts up, i can’t believe, the smile is huge, that’s the way it should be, amen. when they start making excuses, it’s time to close the ears.