Crime Scene International

You got to be kidding, the angels step under the cordon, the yellow and black tape, the stuff that is erected to keep the public out, while the investigators get to work. Sherlock Holmes investigates, the mystery of the missing Spirit, a member of the public, a concerned man of the Spirit, wanted an independent eye on the scene of the latest crime scene, as old Holmes was not tethered to institutional thinking and was therefore able to think outside the box.

The Spirit had been kidnapped, who else could solve the crime, only the Great Holmes. His chief rival, Moriarty, the evil hound who dogged Holmes all his life, the clear main suspect, as evil was his life work, and the chief of demons his friend. As with all major crimes, the use of outside experts is necessary, particularly, given the global damage caused by the crime, harm to the Holy Spirit.

Solomon read, the background information, the steps leading up to the crime, he watched Holmes examine the scene, focusing on the idols surrounding the scene, taking notes, perhaps making decisions on where the investigation might fruitfully have results, in the short time, and not over the centuries.

Were they plagued with expansion plans, did they accept help from inside traders, were the values watered down, did there arise demons from within. There were many threads that needed investigation. Over zealous perhaps, withholding truths, passing the buck, diverting attention at other faith groups, trying to blame individuals, there was a whole lot of work involved, and there were no easy solutions.

Across the world, the tape had been erected, the population were wearing masks, in case they were caught by the infection, it seems a disease had got into the heart of the faithful, so Holmes imagined, while planning the next phase of the work. Watson, will you get me a guitar tuner that works, Watson sighed, who could figure Holmes out.

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Living in Fear

She never forgot, the feeling of life leaving her, his bulging eyes, his hands around her neck, the joy in his expression, pure evil, I am about to die, so she thought all those years ago. Her mobile phone distracted him, and in a second, she managed to stab him with a screw driver, he got ten years for attempted man slaughter, she survived.

All these years later, his time is up, she is afraid, he swore to murder her and her children, she had no reason to doubt him, she nearly died once already. Living in the fear, wondering, why is he looking at me, is he one of his friends. He said their network stretched all over the world, she is rightly afraid. Solomon sighed; there are those living in such ways, always watchful, worried, fearful. No one trusts government, and who can’t be bought, even the church uses paid spies.

The book of revelations, the message to the world, get your house in order, the book of Esdras, Daniel, and other scripture, teaches us of the horrors that will accompany judgement. liberation for those of God, permanent hell for those on the other side. Living in fear everyday, without respite, and since Jesus performed many miracles, there is no doubt in his words, they are all life giving.

As Spoken all those years ago, don’t fear those who can kill the body, they can’t kill your soul, only God can achieve that. The words were spoken, to focus us on strengthening the Spirit, amen. And put a smile on your face, God is real, not imaginary, and there is no stronger force in existence.

Patrice Mulumba

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.

More Than Life Itself….

How often we hear those words, I love you more than life itself, it’s depth of meaning, words that every mother has written in her heart, her love for her children, is greater than all the other love she has. The work begins after the honey moon ends. This week is an anniversary for many reasons, the ending of the first great war, and the lives given, in order to prevent the same happening again. In a world of conflict, where common ground is rare, we all want to be successful, your religion differs from mine, you pray Sundays, we do it everyday, Saturday is better for us, well, I do it every other day, as they say, there are many areas of contention, and when it comes to choosing sides, it’s easy to get dragged into issues, just because we are made aware of all these differences. I don’t think Jesus would have shared our differences, and when His life is examined closely, and all religions lay claim to his Being, he made a point of meeting and dining with all, for Him, it was a question of passing on the Spirit, regardless of your faith or circumstance. 2,000 years later, there are signs appearing on a daily basis, all saying the same thing, reform. So if we Love as we claim to do, and if we have Faith, as billions claim to do, it’s time to regard our differences, the same way we regard flowers in the garden; well, we all love flowers, amen.

Chaos Theory

Mum rush’s in the door, she is running late, good chance to upend her and get what I want, she is busy, there is a dinner to make, won’t have the time to ask me questions, have to act fast. Linda is having a stay over wants me to stay, who is linda asks her Mum, hadn’t heard that name before. A fast decision, same as those pay day loans, over the phone, instant decision, your fate soon known.

On the stand, she has been grilled, by her lawyer, the payout depends upon the tears she spills, how long has the pain in your shoulder been there, she counts the years, damages, the new car, the holiday, a whole lot of cash for a good act. There are others waiting to be heard, she is one of many, they have all claims waiting for the chaos.

Foreign regime uses spying techniques, men in shady quarters record in secret.  We had to do it they say, we had to defend ourselves, so they destroyed the hopes of other nations in order to enrich themselves.

Solomon sighed, everything about us is known, the only chaos is in the human mind, amen.

Ponder This..

Our voices, stolen, those in the limelight, selling their wares, offering voices, but stealing from us all the time. Solomon reflected, the great unfairness, how those with power, given Godly talents, used them to build stores for themselves, amen.

My makeup does not look good, the nails need to be done, does this sound good, what will the others think. To Solomon, the impressions  we hope to create,

in the hope that our peers will salute us, was nothing compared to the Power of God, and the divine plan. If they are suffocating from their material excess’s, they will one day have to leave it all behind, and then, it’s their soul that will matter and nothing else, so what will your legacy be, amen?

Troubled Man

It’s not easy to cope with it, the stuff that you are exposed to, the tired mind and the stuff that has been fed into it, and the experts and what they have been doing about it, the troubled man is young, he has seen so much, puts it into his sounds, rousing the Spirit, hoping to hit those who caused the mess, remind them of the disaster they have visited on the world, one day they will listen and sit up, he gets his guitar, gives it a rip, the noise screeches, the sound of a child crying out, a troubled man, who came up with this, where were all the experts, asleep.

Solomon was imagining what it was like, your young, too young, the stuff you see, it can’t be human, what strangers came up with this stuff, a question a lot of people want to ask, and what are they going to do about it. They call about the environment, the ice melts, the polar bear screams, the roar, what are you doing to my world, calls out to his creator, same as the one who made life possible, the vineyard tenants have been asleep, chances are things are going to change, raise the Spirit and become part of it.

 

It is time to shake the cobwebs, and to stop putting the head in the sand, ignorance or fantasy is not going to sort this, clean water, what, and you are worried about putting on a little weight, get real, who wants to worry about fitting into a coffin anyway.

The Queen Bee

Jimmy Bee is on the trial, buzzing from flower to flower, shaking his rear, grabbing the pollen, filling up with Nectar, in order to provide sustenance for the Hive and all his colleagues, all their efforts aimed at keeping the Queen. Is there a human equivalent, are we too focused, do we all want to be self made, does our communities matter, are we too localized, do we need to expand our area of operations, imagine Jimmy Bee, flowers not so plentiful, has to extend the range of his travels, has less to bring home, and is slowly getting worn out, what are the prospects for the Hive and all who depend on it.

Spirit is like that sack Jimmy brings home to the Hive, the flowers are less plentiful, the air quality weakening, stress on all systems. The pollinator in trouble spells trouble for all, same with Spirit. The spin of the big voices are great, but as Jesus says, the follow up is not as clear cut. Are we going to pretend times are good when they need to change, just saying. In real time Solomon encountered the Spirit, it is something worth remembering, as the inner Spirit is renewed, interventions occur from the world divine. Imagine, how easy it is, to increase the Spirit, and how well you feel afterwards.

Can we make money out of this, the financial guru is shouting at the young broker, you have the scene and the movie. The broker turns rogue and sells out his friends. When we don’t put effort into Spiritual loving

growth, how can we pray with a full heart to a God that knows everything. If we don’t mind the bees, how can we expect to survive, another off the cuff remark, Einstein was good at that, mind the bees, amen.

Jesus and His Brothers and Sisters

Recognized fact, Jesus had and has family, it’s written in the ancient books, more than a few references, imagine, the child with Spirit, has none of the modern day influences in his life, spirit has time to find deep roots, so few temptations, Where’s Jesus shouts his mother when one of the brothers comes in after a hard day in the fields, isn’t he supposed to be helping you, the brother shakes his head, he’s in the synagogue ma, again she sighs, a few of the brothers accompany the mother, Ma, what are you going to say, he has to eat with his own brothers now and again, the difficulties families have, an everyday experience…

What made Jesus connect with so many, he didn’t set himself apart, saw everyone equally, Jesus and his brothers and sister, the stuff his mother had to put up with, where is he now?, and in terms so simple said it was inside you, all that was good and bad, it’s your choice, amen.

Putting a smile on the face of children, a real one, is something to be taken so seriously, amen. Ah ma, i’ll be home in the next half hour, these geezers with the long beards are slow in the up take, they need learning mam, you tell ’em son!

Suffering What, good for me!

You are just being relocated Jones, it’s not that we are getting rid of you, see it our way, you are being moved, an even better job opportunity, won’t you feel great, you will be thanking us afterwards, she smiles through her bleached teeth, her half moon smiles runs as far as her ears, and those nauseating glasses, frame less, all Mr Jones can do is sit there, bite his lip, they are giving him an extra 10% severance, there is nothing he can do, it’s the ultimate breakup, he is going to suffer regardless. Good for me he howls, his arms surround his office bits, pictures of the children, what will he tell the wife, there is a mortgage to pay, and the health cover they have currently is essential, one of the children has permanent bad health, good for me he howls, as he dumps the cardboard box on the back seat and gets into his ford. Suffering is good for me, he slams the car into gear, will I run a red light, too much too much, he calms down. The car is stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to turn green, Jones is all over the place, an old man comes out of a shop, so what, Jones watches him go to the alley, there is a trolley full of his stuff, the old man begins to push it, lame as well, looks like he needs a good nights sleep. Could be me, the lights change, the mood eases, it’s only anger now, cooling as he goes, suffering is good for me, what was she saying, probably had someone to clean her ass all her life…

No good comes out of suffering, well, many would disagree, how many lives have changed in such circumstances. Solomon sighed, what did the early believers feel, when they saw their Leader on the cross, helpless for awhile. Then the signs came, remain patient, and two thousand years later, He is still the one they pray to, how about that! , use my Name he said, the Holy Spirit will come, you just have to believe…the rest is history…