What am i worth

No, it’s not about who is the richest and therefore, the most responsible, no, it’s the plight of an uneducated boy or girl,fifteen or sixteen years old, what’s my worth in this world. No bank account, no economic assets, no home, no clean water, just about surviving, and glad at that, what am I worth they ask, who values me, in a world that puts the material first nearly every time. You need proof, we think better than that,well, the gap between rich and poor is so vast, it’s the distance from Hell to Heaven, whatever that is.

What am i worth, i want to feed my sisters and brothers, but education is in short supply, that tyrant the west supported stole our wealth and gave it away in binding contracts to others, their friends, what am I worth. A side note, if the tyrant acted against the wishes of his people, there is a good chance that all contracts the tyrant signed,could be voidable, just thinking outside the box. Criminal behavior is not in the interests of any nation. Mass tort lawyers, there are hidden gold mines everywhere you look, open your eyes, think fees, wow, doesn’t money get your intention. I just won a load of easy cash,everyone hears, is someone sowing the seeds of envy,or worse, are they doing it intentionally, amen.

The old chestnut, she knows what other girls do, will I she wonders, her choices, now very stark indeed. A big smile, the plane is loaded with cash filled pockets, the money always appears, but there has to be SPECIAL reason, your own pleasure. She dress’s the way the others girls do, attention is instant,is that all there is. After your first time you will soon get used to it, but if your nervous,try these, her old friend hands her some pills. Pills she says, looking at the dots in her palm, i don’t even drink. Her friend frowns, but tries to hide it, she will learn soon enough she thinks.

Hello, this is God’s world, not ours. even that piece of paper that says you own this and that,it will all be forgotten quickly, when you are given reminders of the last great interview in this life; what you did with it, amen. Is the environment strong, is there clean water, change subjects, how about the human environment; mind gamer’s, our fixation with our ego, change the subject fast, we are all in this together, then you remember the kind old lady who was a giver all her life, you immediately think, eureka, we are not all the same, and whoever peddles such stuff, is one global liar,amen. What am I worth you ask?

A Mothers Way

She doesn’t expect to be objectified all her life, even if as she gets older she enjoys the admiring look, a reminder of times past, still the memory, comfort while it lasts, I turned a few heads. She does not expect to worry about the weight she puts on after her child’s birth, she does not expect to be treated like a toy thing, an amusing distraction while some else gets a thrill. She doesn’t expect to worry all the time for her children, or the constant anxiety she feels every time she reads another headline. A mother expects none of these things. As she ages gracefully, she doesn’t expect to be treated like a used condom, disposable. What a mother expects,and she is formed to do, provide a safe nest for her off spring. She doesn’t get a thrill every time she reads a salacious headline, she turns away, says to herself, this is the world now, how we have to get used to this, for her children’s sake alone. What is a mothers way,or has anyone ever given it thought, as all she sees before her,the sexualisation of everything possible, and there has to be a reason for it,surely its not all accidental.

Solomon recalled the words of the prophet, Esdras, who spoke of his encounter with the angel Uriel. Concerned for his people, Esdras pondered on the human condition and the wayward lifestyle of the first chosen people of God. After hearing his prayer, the Almighty God sent His angel to soothe the thoughtful prophet, and to reassure him. 2,800 years later, what Esdras was told, as evidenced by the signs and the light, happens to be getting an airing. In consequence of this, ought all be reminded of this, or does the deception that has gone on,be allowed, amen. Why should a few non believers be allowed to hold sway, over the truth from above, that is being denied to many millions of souls. Or put another way, how would a mother see it. Since we celebrate mothers day, it’s mothers wish too you know, amen.

Women’s Day

Early rise, a little preparation, there are others to consider, the gift, nurture, the womb we all descend from. Always others, always aware of the risks, you need a good start, how we need to support mothers. There will always be issues, but that’s for everyone. Mothers day, women’s day, why is it that women dread wars the most, while men usually made those decisions to go to war. In a nutshell, when the smoke is gone, while the crumbling buildings are being refashioned, it’s the women who have most to fear. All that testosterone, where does it go. If only there was more consideration of women, a grand thought. Even at the pivotal moments in time, women, the savior on the cross, He didn’t look down on them like they were some possession. In fact, stated clearly, equality of the sexes.

A new understanding of our role on the planet, international women’s day makes this point. A good start is half the battle, the first years, position the child for a bright future, as they learn their role. Boys and girls, their relationship with their mother, the most important relationship they will ever have, it will leave scars or tears, maybe both. So why the misogynist mindset, particularly when so many souls, claim to be believers in the Most High God. Ever go to a party where there was only one sex in the room, the heaviness that sets in, then the lightness you encounter, when you are among a mixed sex environment, or free from the tyranny of one set of opinions.

It’s not one or the other as many wish it to be. Dictators think that way. Hopefully, the changing global environment and it’s recovery too, if time allows, will bring about a more balanced mindset, amen.

Chaos Love and Destiny…

WE chase love, we have a destiny,and in the middle, we find chaos. Old movies, lessons in simplicity, issues, when were they absent, do you go back to the time Jesus was on the cross, do you find faults and get upset, do you join a movement cause your hounded into it, or is it the after party, the social network, are you correct because of fear, are you afraid to use your real name on the web, have you heard all those horror stories, is your brain at bursting point, are you sick and tired of the rabid talk that gets such a following on line, did you profit from the online sickness, have you any idea how young mind deals with it, have you ever wondered why the so called clever men, we call wisdom wealth, it used to be something else, have you wondered why yet,why the sudden interest in Space travel, given the amount of garbage on earth, that needs dealing with. Confused, who wouldn’t be, amen.

The Soldier

Danger, he runs through the forest, doesn’t look back, hears the explosion, wonders from what direction it came, moves, seeking the security of colleagues, or the enemy when he is prepared, the soldier. The wounds on the arm, blisters, does not call for a lawyer, who do I blame for this, the shrapnel in his thigh, who put it there, he just wants to get well, he is not seeking anyone to blame, he is just doing a job. If he kept looking over his shoulder, he’d fall once in awhile while he ran forward, get killed too, what use is that.

Solomon sighed, there are parables everywhere we look every single day, the baggage we bring with us, so says the soldier, is what will help him to endure. Jesus told it simply, we have to have the heart to love, the brand doesn’t matter, being zealots is no good, if you have no compassion, your salt that is already dead.

A happy home, the issues are on the table, a happy relationship, the ability to discuss the problems too, and everyone handles it differently too.

No smirk, no sneer, No thief

The company of the Holy Spirit, no threat, no anxiety, no need for oneupmanship, no need to bully, no need to drown the voice, no need to lord over, no need for malice, peace, patience, calm, compassion, empathy, qualities you’d come to expect, from those who believe in the eternal God, nothing complex, no ego as such.

Solomon sighed, the energy of Love, was continually lifting, it never left you feeling drained, heavy hearted or down. In times of crisis, as these times are, a lot of testing of the Spirit, is it the real one, that you have inside, or the man made version full of empty pride.

Jesus taught using stories, so as to allow as many as possible to listen, as he didn’t want anyone to be cut off from his healing words. Knowing the character of man, he saw ahead, how there would be times, when there would be those who misled the people, so he used stories to circumvent them all, it’s really simple sighed Solomon, once you listen.

Roots

 

Frustration, we can get through this, the stock market is falling and the traders are falling like flies, the investors are not so easily bought, and those phone calls no longer work, they have other matters on their minds, what a lot of grief, can’t pump the stock and convince someone anymore.

Religious barter, wars and indifference, there has to be a solution to all this. Well I am not willing to share, lets get a third opinion. They buy the opinion of the expert to give them the opinion they want. They know it’s all lies, but the expert gave them the nod, and his testimony is on record. At the worst, they will blame the expert, and they will try another way, determined to get their way, one way or another.

The approval of the religious gave the fanatics the licence for war. Who was going to disagree, the weight of the opinion, you’d be a fool to go against him. Solomon sighed, the replacement of the opinions that went against the trend, same as the spoiled child, who always had his will done.

Solomon sighed, men went to war, given the licence to kill, and when they needed rest, those that led them, gave them licence to pillage, enslaving women, well boys, you need to let the weapons down, go help yourself, those women can easily be replaced. This is not a diet of behaviour that can last. after a while, places became institutionalized, became places, where no spirit dared enter.

Paradise, Solomon smiled, what a dream. One, then two, then three, when we want to make it happen, we will start on the steps necessary. The world might have reversed into a cul de sac for awhile, but there wasn’t anything stopping a reversal of policy.

Jesus gave us fair warning of the efforts of those who held sway, who would try to stop all forms of change, that did not leave them in charge, he even laid out the steps. Eternal truths don’t come often, but Solomon could testify, the Spirit had arrived, and after wards, those of the other Spirit arrived, and tried to remove the inner peace, that gave the Spirit space. He had news for them, those who even dared attempt interfere with the Holy Spirit, it wasn’t forgivable to begin with, so says Jesus. Know your roots, amen.

Before The Virus…..

Crowds outside the halls of Justice, posters, yelling crowds, the felon is brought out, in chains, law enforcement wants to show him off, the district attorney wants to get re elected, while campaigners don’t want to miss an opportunity to increase the membership, no one wants to lose here, apart from the convicted felon. It could be Bernie, it could be anybody, it’s a good way to let them all know, you don’t get away with it anymore, right!.

Political forecasters, night and day studying the polls, reading the tweets, you said this, she said that, the spin doctors rumble through the thrash, hoping to find something damaging, anything to harm the candidate. The old bias cards are played, that will wind them up, the more dirt the better, the game hots up.

Solomon sighed, the plants co-operate with each other, the bugs get on, the birds fly cleverly, they don’t try to bump themselves off, and the human race that is watching it all, is supposed to be learning from it. At night the insects hum, during the day the birds sing, flowers lean towards the sun, while humble bees just buzz along; that can’t be too hard to imitate.

After the virus, when is this going to end, all other so called causes forgotten. The straw that broke the camels back was no heavier than the last. Solomon saw the signs, many had, the world was been watched from afar, it was a time for community driven thinking, could be learn from nature he sighed.

Horror Stories and Us….

Living the nightmare, clutching the cushion before you, hoping that the Hero see’s the danger before it gets him, or hoping that the demon catches the girl and devours her, there are many ways of looking at a scene, a story, even your imagination. Every set of eyes see’s it different, they all have a memory, we are the sum of our experiences basically. You are young, you are rooting for the good person, your emotions are invested, besides, you are a child, those you nurture and feel most for, are those around you, and you want no harm to come to them, it hurts when they suffer.

Solomon recalled the journeys of old, how things happened, what being a child was like, before the advent of technology into the heart of so many lives. You didn’t have to text your pal to say this is boring, you didn’t have to tell your pal that everything was wrong, in a nutshell, you didn’t have the time to complain, you lived in the now, today was the day. You are going on holidays, you know your going, you don’t have doubts, there is a place, there is a road, you have been there before, and you know how to get there, it’s rather simple. The sandy beach, the caravan park, the others you will meet, the swim in the sea, and the guarantee of sunshine and good times, that’s the thought, you are going on holidays. You are not worried about the cost, what does it matter, you are not worried about the food, you haven’t starved yet, basically, you don’t worry at all, cause it always works out. For the same reason, you want the Hero to catch the bad man, and not the other way around.  Does this sound too simple, well, it used to be the way it was for a great many people.

Today we live with the uncertainty of not knowing, insecurity is mainstream, what we thought was for ever, doesn’t seem so, leaders are going strange, and the use of twenty word tweets and posts, can make the global news in a matter of seconds, as if we need to know, how so and so is thinking. Lets hope we don’t lose our minds with all the worry out there, that is the real horror story.

Solomon encountered the Spirit, heavenly assistance, magical rescues as if it’s the norm. It is, it was, and it will be again, for anyone who puts the eternal truth into their heads; God exists, and in these trying times, this is one truth you can rely upon, amen. There is no horror story when divine intervention is your friend.

After The Virus

New friendships made, stubborn chat between arch enemies, no escaping the facts, the virus was more than biological change, the social network was changing, how we had the chance to look at ourselves anew, perhaps ask questions for the first time ever, questioning what went on unnoticed, Mary sits at her table, doing the math of the era. In the writer’s manual they said that all the great writers made themselves known, in times of crisis, study the literature, what came out of depression, the artists who didn’t suffer a personal agony of some type, out of difficulty we often find ourselves again? All this change has to be incorporated into her book, all relationships appear to alter as, she pauses, he is moving around again upstairs, she no longer sneers, hoping to hear him fall.

Relationships change, she is getting selfish, it’s about time, and I’m not getting younger she reminds herself, even if she looks and feels ten years younger since the virus precautions came into existence, everyone looks better, hard to believe it, to be young is a matter of less stress, she recalls passing the new head shop, she used to have names for the place, now she wonders if she will try the new form of marijuana once this thing is over; Hollywood names seem to approve it, and she really trusts some of the names.

What do I miss without being too personal she thinks? She dallies with her talisman, a real led pencil, she can’t imagine a writer’s desk without one, a thin red pencil with a rubber on one end, correcting the script at least. Is it the lack of shopping, is it the lack of fear of having visitors, the need to be more focussed on self cleaning rather than the furnishings, she smiles, bathing in the full bath is way beyond the shower and the new go thing, no fun in that sort of scrub when in the shower, baths for the future , no other way, her skin is softer too, and the odours are all sweet, as if a small change in the washing habit is the same as the slow un buckling of a fragrant rose, cleaner the air, clearer the fragrance, same could be said about the other, she looks forlornly at the ceiling, Excited by dirt, she has many ways of saying it, but the virus is bringing out the imagination. Was it the worry, she doesn’t want to think that, she forgave him during her walk, not that she’d allow him near her, the six foot rule, that she can handle, does it apply to indoors, it should she says, talking to the pencil in her hand, she, it has to be a female pen, it’s not chewed up, nice and thin, and it works for real when it has to, it must be a female pencil.