The Source

The wrinkles, deep and old, taken awhile to acquire them, the signs of character, why try to get rid of them, nothing wrong in showing who you are. Solomon was talking with a friend, the timing was good, the sun was out, and the two of them were re calling, older times. To the outside world it didn’t seem much, there was nothing you could take away, you had to experience it, they were talking about the source, where it all came from.

It’s like a river, they just don’t appear out of nowhere, Solomon nodded, he is a student, listening. The finished product was what most were interested in his friend said, while the journey was what made it what it was.

Solomon imagined a giant river, it could be the Ganges, the amazon. When you think of them, you see a mass of water, flowing strong, deep and constant. How they start, it was the same as an oak tree, a single acorn grows, as for the big river, it begins with the trickle of a stream, after many threads join together, it becomes a big river. Jesus said much the same, all of us are Spirits, we need to create the space inside by simply following the Father’s teaching, no big deal.

In the space of an hour, Solomon and his pal solved a few mysteries, not by trying to be smart, but by listening in a non judge mental way. Could anyone learn this his friend said, Solomon nodded, it’s like the big river, you have to understand how it got so big; it was nothing to notice at the start, just follow the treads.

The weaver sits at the loom, strings of wool, different colors, it requires patience, his fingers are practiced, his foot works the pedal rhythm that turns the loom, he feeds in the different treads, mixes the colors, after awhile a pattern emerges, after that a colorful garment. Life is just like that, lots of strings connected, a few failures to begin with, a practice time, experiences, and finally, a life lived. Imagine it, that big river was no more that a drip when it began, and look what it is now, amen.

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Spirit to Spirit

The interests within, words connect, like friends, burdens are put down, ease of mind, even if the conversation is tense, when the Spirit’s can relax, be true to each other, wisdom is engaged, both are listening. In a narrow minded world, with many narrow minded minds, same way the coronary artery constricts, not enough good exercise, bet you never heard your heart surgeon speak like that before, but it’s a good analogy, whatever, the Spirit relaxes, anxieties are put aside, and when the meeting is over, there is a feeling of being relaxed, how easy it sounds.

The other end of the spectrum, anxiety, wanting, need, fear, leaving you a nervous wreck, planning without knowing it, seeking ways to escape, be it the weekend or what, big difference in the two paragraphs, one leaves you relaxed, the other, stressed.

Solomon prayed to His Father in Heaven, there were extremists hoping to cause anxiety fear and stress, hoping to take advantage of others, remind them Prayed Solomon, that they will have to account for it, he sighs. The wonder of divine intervention, priceless.Featured Image -- 1110230523

Blocked

no new ideas, stuck, nothing fresh going on, got a habit that I hate, got a cat that shits a lot, man does that need cleaning up, blocked, I hope you don’t upset the cat. He pressed the button, the machine, it produced a rhythm, a beat, he put a few lyrics over it, adjusted the volume, played them low played them high, a bit like a lotto player, fancy word for a gamble, how he frame words, sounds better, compulsive deniers, when we don’t like the news, we turn it off, the head can only hold so much. Imagine it, the stuff the head has to hoard, the so called important stuff, the stuff going back years. Unless it’s the heart, why would it be important?

Will someone do the laundry!, everything is dirty…

Lessons in life, mother teaches her son, he is on his way to college, don’t forget to have clean clothes, she reminds him and reminds him, child is on overnight, mother’s first concern, cleanliness, doesn’t want to hear anything bad, you have to do the laundry, well, why does every mother and others, spend a little of their day, cleaning up. Too simple, so were the parables of Jesus, stories and lessons in one, a good movie, same as those Clint movies, dirty harry etc….

Eastwood that is, lessons in life, and if they are entertaining, all the better, they will get our attention and are more likely to stay in our heads, longer than mere facts.

Solomon was commenting on the wisdom of Jesus, and how simple he made things. He had a Spirit inside him that cut to the heart, his words literally pierced your insides. In the world of judgement’s, the analysis of a life, the juries getting heat, the newspapers are getting print, the spin experts getting heard, the machine of news runs and runs, they never run out of ink, till the eyes start to look elsewhere. In the meantime, they dig up corpses to grab your attention, tossing the worst dressed excess at you, hoping to appeal to your inner sensitivity, well, to say you didn’t listen, is almost as bad as what was wrote, guilt rises, you have to have an opinion.

Surprisingly, if they don’t have a near by victim to pin the accusations on, they don’t bother to write about the issue at all. Well, say it as it should, and one day you will get to the truth, the real truth, not the abridged version.

Jesus stands in the square, the crowd gathers, blood is going to be spilled, the woman is tied to a post, bunches of rocks are gathered, ancient Jewish text says this is the applied punishment for adultery. The men in long beards are ready, the Pharisee is about to read a prayer before they rain down rocks on her, their Judgement in, mothers bring their daughters, just to warn them, this is the result of breaking the law, watch it girls. The woman who is judged, head down, waits for the first blow, then she feels a soft hand on her head, she looks up, meets a pair of compassionate eyes, eyes that don’t judge, they understand. He turns to the crowd, waiting for the game to start, his eyes scan the crowd, going face to face, inside they feel the power of the gaze, as the stuff they have been hiding comes to the surface. The conceited pharisee, who is about to give voice to the lords decree, as per the scriptures, feels angst inside, as his own guilt surfaces. Then Jesus asked,

“who here isn’t got dirty laundry somewhere, well, get on with it!”

Solomon imagined the great drama, Jesus on his knees, his finger writing in the sand, then wiping the words away, as if he had come to bring light to the words of God, by wiping the teaching of men from the minds of all. Well….

Don’t Laugh At Donald!!

The Golden hair do is having a bad hair do day, in TV rooms in exclusive places, there

are those laughing loudly, feeling that they have been vindicated, there is a sense of poetic justice about, and american liberals are feeling hopeful again. World leaders are getting their short term thrill. This is the end they feel, of ” The Donald “.

I am a believer in the great mystery of the Lord, and how every opportunity is used, to teach, pass on wisdom, enlighten.

Don’t laugh at Donald, while he has united many in the opinion others have of him, why not think of this!…

While all the talk is going on, and the anger mounts, the recriminations, the sexy stories, and the delirium of some, apart from the efforts to shame people, there is a famine going on in Africa, children, men, women, can’t find a piece of food, while the tabloids write like addicts on sexual activities that took place thirty years ago, who is fooling who.

Solomon encountered the cloud, the Heavenly powers were watching the games too.

Shy Girl

She laughs, he listens, she forgets herself in his company, there are no ills, all dread is cancelled, she wants to hear more, she wonders his opinion, it’s love in an active form, you don’t own it, she enjoys the moment, in times of distress, she goes over the conversation, listens to what was said, the words calm her thoughts, the light gets inside her, her Spirit rises, she imagines the Sun rising, it does, when she listens to His words, she thought she was a shy girl, now she is a smiling girl, a transformation.

What is Love, the question of questions, can you bank it, can you ever own it, she is trying to get her head around it, it’s the one question that needs an answer. Solomon sighed, it’s really simple. It’s healthy to begin with, does not lead you astray, and leaves you wanting more, without loosing your mind, and leaves you smiling or crying, amen.

 

50 cents

He spots her from afar, she stands on the corner, she has for days, her appeal a very meek one, pretty and young she is trying to make a living, the paper she offers, a token but a dignified one. Subject to the control of others, her life is one of hardship, no valentine boyfriend, more likely, someone who will abuse you too, this is her lot. Her eyes are tired, they used to sparkle once, as a little child she used to be so bright, little did she know the the difficulties ahead of her. Solomon has noticed her many times, he has his fifty cents, their eyes meet, I wish it could be different he sighs, then walks on.

Flash lawyer, his lifestyle the envy of colleagues, how can he afford it, he is no smarter than the others, and his client list isn’t that special, the underhand payments, the deals, the gaps he found, the gratitude of clients, most preoccupied with poisoning the mind, their gains, theft, nothing to get worked up about, the fifty cent girl is just a toe rag, disposable, and as replaceable, nothing to get worked up about, there are more where they came from.

late night club, the lads are on vacation, they want some R and R, they call to a late night shebeen, from the big city, they want to action before the return to their big town. fifty cent is woken, it’s late in the evening, we have a job for you, she gets up and dress’s quickly, if she doesn’t she will be beaten, and dress in your sexy gear the older man says, his two bucks wait outside, the car is running, the opportunity won’t be around for long. She hopes it won’t be violent. Flash lawyer is joined by his friends, their wives are not that energetic these days, and they don’t want to upset the rhythm of the home, children need a steady mother, and successful men need a good home routine. We are doing it for the kids they tell everyone, when anyone asks, but… fifty cents we haven’t forgot you!