Prayer for the World

Hope love transparency justice fairness and revelation of truths, the message of lord Jesus Christ, righter of wrongs, revealer of truth, safeguard us from all that is evil in this world and destroy and lay waste the evil one and his supporters the world over, strong words strong winds but evil can never be allowed a foothold in the hearts and minds of the human soul. I from experience and my own errors understand the methods of this evil force, that has spread similar to a cancer across all worlds, so in my prayer, throw your protective shield Dear Father around those who struggle to promote love and compassion throughout the world.

 

Children the world over have been the target of this evil menace, and must be halted and destroyed at once. My heart has raged against this force most of my years, and to this day I am still in the middle of this battle, a battle we are winning with your merciful help. We are starved of resources sometimes, as this evil force targets those who wish and do your good deeds. In a world of such chaos it is hard sometimes to stand against this bad energy, but we are winning. The evil one is on the run, help us recognize it, stop it, and to destroy it, I offer this prayer in the name of the sacred one, lord Jesus Christ, as the prophets of old and now say, words and requests that come in his name from the loving heart, are heard in heaven above, in your mercy lord hear our prayer, amen.

Solomon read a prayer he put together with the Help of Great Spirit. Years later, it felt as if it had been written for today. Out of the closet into the frying pan, let it flow, amen.

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Priorities

A warehouse full of unused munitions, no war on the Horizon, what are we going to do with all this stuff. The General looks at the huge collection of weapons, what do they cost, commissions, he had a few contacts, today he is not so sure. There are signs of Heavenly interventions; attempts to build division between nations, have all collapsed, he wonders what will be the cost; he calls himself a believer, many of his friends too.

The board meeting is about the unused resources, the stock is piling up. Any suggestions says the newest member of the board; a war would be useful states a voice, there is a chuckle in the room, a side comment is heard, not that again says the CEO, you didn’t complain when we deposited $20 million in your off shore account. Me says the voice.

If Country A falls out with Country B, then C will get involved, meanwhile we can get that movement going, which will increase tensions, and with that other nut job, it’s only a matter of time, before it all blows up, problem solved. Great Strategy Chief, all the heads nod. So we need to start a war to get the show moving; Is all in agreement then. They all nod again. Who do we have in foreign policy asks another. Another voice sounds; This is like a Grisham thriller, the CEO laughs, you think this is Grisham, dam peace maker.

Solomon wondered, didn’t they all know, that all the background thinking was food for the Spirit. So they met in secret places, so they tried to bribe all, so they owned governments, they were all on the radar, amen, at a time when the Heavenly Spirit was trawling the world. Solomon wanted to send them the Spirit, a story would do instead, you have to have priorities.

Patrice Mulumba

 

Dreaming Black Friday

 

books are banned, look this way, they are not us, the rules we are imbibed with, it’s as if our thoughts are decided for us, there is a sale, we all look, is there any place where we can find peace. Dreaming, what we recall, do we see the life out there, and more importantly, there is more to you than you think. As for white this and that, what is a color anyway. It’s Christmas time, the memory of the Birth of Jesus, the refugee, on the move, the local tyranny, the Roman empire, trying to impose control. Now it’s the Friday to shop your life away, the big stores prepared, the small shop a poor relation, well, they don’t sell it, but at least they are local. How we sell our lives, and our community away, to satisfy a short term need, is this what we did to the environment.

Jesus taught us, we are Gods, all of us, but you have to create space inside, a clean up in other words. Solomon was trying to get his head around this Friday thing, all those minds with bargains on the mind, what a way to treat your life. If it was pink Tuesday, well, what does it matter, amen.

Train Sets and timetables…

She waits on the platform, checks her watch again, he’s late, but she’s not worried, he is aboard, the last time they met, was at a station just like this. her eyes are anxious, the wait has been long, the hour of arrival has passed, damn those railroad engineers, will they ever get their times right, same as asking all women to give birth at eight in the morning, so the rest of the workers can get on with it, she sighs, here it comes, the light is coming near, she can relax. Solomon sighed, wasn’t life like a train, you wait on the platform, waiting for ever it seems, then the light comes, and suddenly all you thought of, becomes more than real, cause you can feel it. How many had been patient for so long, the efforts of so many, the givers, their patience extended to the lengths of the earth. Smile, the time he encountered the Spirit, real time, it’s on the way, and so the changes are coming, and what is the driving energy, real time love. He heard the sigh in the heart, the words hit the insides that no other gift can give, the miracle of the Spiritual over the material, worth waiting for too….as for those who control, what grief, to think there is Heaven, welcome aboard dudes, I hope you have all been loving…

School Child

Sits proud, a smile on his face, they are reading his poem, inside it feels good, to be acknowledged, and told you are good, he bites his lip as the praise comes, it’s the stuff he needs to hear at home, but school will do, his teacher is generous in heart, has empathy for her charges, does whatever she can, likes to laugh. The school bell goes, he puts his books into his satchel, teacher smiles as he goes out the door, well done young man. His father has no time for education, is always complaining, put down by his own father, he is passing on the lessons learned to his son, that’s the way it goes, thank God for great school teachers.

On the walk home, he swings his bag, stares at the trees, birds live in them, there is a cow in the field, moo he says, the cow shakes his head. The need for expression, and the fear in being vulnerable, the minute he gets in the door, he wonders if she will be drinking, the dread, her insults will pass over him like water in a stream, his mind and emotions set on that moment in class, the admiring looks of his fellow pupils and teachers.

Solomon sighed, how a little encouragement works the oracle, amen. Best of all.

Letting the secrets flow…

Having troubles, demons around, had enough, want to do something about it, “Joe the Slink” wears a sly grin, a member of the green mafia, an Irish outfit, he is passing on advice to a new member, there is the sense of desperation for anyone who wants to join, so Joe wants to impress the new member, give him a signing on present, same way they give you a bonus when you sign on for war, well, unless your medicated how else are you supposed to kill someone, you have to fill the head, get rooted as they say.

Man of poor reputation, throws the goodwill, gifts, suddenly, he’s all right. Joe the slink is no different, we wants the new recruit to have a happy first day, so he asks the new Member, “Sean, is there anything we can do for you he says”. The boy smiles, they are the words he wanted to hear.

“My Mother wants to get rid of demons and she says all you have to do is pray in the Name of Jesus, for someone good to pray for it, and your prayer is held, can you do that Mr Slink, please!”

Joe has got a dilemma, the kid is asking him to commit suicide.

The boy goes home, his head down, sad faced, Joe wasn’t able to pray for it, what will he tell his Mother, I failed.

“I told you they were all the same didn’t I!”

 

 

The New Coliseum Rules

God takes his seat,

Peter joins him,

Below row by row

The true saints,

Trumpet sounds

Shrikes and cries

Enter the dragons

No fangs no teeth

Trembling all alone

Any redeeming qualities

Lives flash before them

Tears terror horror

Total greed selfishness

Deception and hatred

Any redeeming qualities

Peter shakes his head

Nothing I can do

Ground opens up

Swallowed up disappears

Next please

Advertising Industry,

Banking industry

Same situation

Same treatment

Same result

Least no crying children

In new coliseum rules

 

Mad Mel Gibson

The door closes, child panics, breathing increases, steps closer, it’s me, the voice is a familiar one, rumbles and fumbles, it doesn’t last long, steps retreat, door closes, monsters imagines the child, his dreams interrupted, nightmares instead, Roaming times all over again, roman verdict if it happens again, God Most High is trending, his influence everywhere, titans babble rubbish, plans in crisis, media associates crumble, advertising executives silenced, war mongrels quite, holy warriors aim, global leaders panic, he’s got us, what are our chances, does he negotiate, do something fast, make it work. It’s not about forgiveness, this is the bear cage syndrome, the water went down, the wrecks became visible, no explanation necessary, opposite sides worked hand in hand, shared the spoils, chose their appointed one, situation was day to day, made excuses to everyone, long game that suited all, apart from the vulnerable, the old and very young, well it’s new order everyone, and it’s no compromise everyone, so says God Most High.

Did I get that right wonders Nelson, passes the script to St. Joseph, cause St.Peter is welcoming the new arrivals. Joseph’s eyes say it all, need more in there.

I was trying to be reasonable and fair, suppose I was warning them, when you should have been warming them huffs Joseph with a gaze that would frighten anyone. Nelson gets back to his work. Mel Gibson, he’s a pussycat when compared to St. Joseph, he surmises, amen.

Busy day in Heaven

A Busy Day in Heaven, St. Peter is reading the petitions, the violent indoctrination and the globalisation of young children is trending, but is not very trendy in Heavenly circles, posing real issues for the Heavenly brigade… Peter reads a petition out loud..

 

hear me Lord,

I’m crying out

don’t understand

what is wrong,

I’m confused

Disillusioned

very young,

forever into trouble

my mam

teachers at school,

older boys bully me

everything sexualises me,

can you explain

this life is a gift,

what have I to do

make it work all right,

St. Peter is alarmed

Grabs the Prayer

Thousands of them,

Begins to cry

 

Peter breaks down, takes a time out, but is soon motivated again, goes back to work. He reads a few more petitions….

 

Dear God,

 

They say you are wisdom unlimited, well I’m calling and I need your help. I’m a  young chap, twelve years of age, been put on untested medication that is supposed to assist my concentration, a medication program dreamed up by a very savvy marketing team that mined the world for social problems, and in the process devised a whole new market for their various drugs, filling the void in a market that should never have been allowed to happen, the result of many decades of inaction prolonged by corruption that has spread worldwide, the result of tolerance and appeasement of violence aimed at the teen market, and a failure of family life that was expected to happen, governments across the globe and their assorted consultants were aware of this, but were powerless to act because of the long blackmail list the criminals of the world gathered, many dressed in fine suits with big reputations and professional qualifications. Unbelievable stuff natters Peter to himself, where did this wisdom come from. Door swings open, God Most High appears, you were looking for me were you.

One of those disturbed children again, were having a flood of them quips peter.

 

 A child who lives daily with the scar of abuse, brought on not by interference but by blatant indifference to the many obvious social problems that were allowed to grow, because of the sure fired remedies these so called global experts could guarantee, it’s a case of setting fire to the hospital burning all inside and rebuilding it again, similar to the wars that were sanctioned by the same people who tried to control everything in the world. Free will and those fallen angels who sold out our side to the evil one, God takes the petition and reads it again.

 

God cries tears, is speechless, what comfort can I offer this young one, his prayer having made a deep impression. A week later there are a few major happenings.

 

God Most High is spotted in the sky, media try to hold the sighting out of view, aliens, great answer, answers media Spin Doctor, alarmed at the thought of a global renaissance in faith. God’s angel begins marking the good and setting them free, his protective cloak all around them, justice is this child’s name and I’m going to sort this out, I should have acted sooner but I was merciful you see, the vultures who feed on the weak and vulnerable are in for something unforgettable, Boy wakes from his sleep feels the power and is set free.

Slick advertising executive that planned and organised the coup of coups finds his life falling apart, gilded reputation is soon in tatters, step one, network of acquaintances tremble as one by one the same starts to happen to them, Devil’s collective are alarmed it’s game over for them, how did we manage to lose control of the plot, they have every market cornered, can select for success who ever they want, but one voice has made it all the way through, the fallen angels begin to choke, who will be next.

 

The straw that broke the camels back wasn’t any stronger than any one before, and the child who prayed the unforgettable prayer, was a tear so far, but also a blessing in disguise.

Rather than wait for time to run it’s course, God Most High intervened early, thereby setting forth with radiant clarity, what he will never ever accept again, the undermining of young children, not the selective punishment for PR purposes the occasional one, but the entire violent sexualisation of the human population through the indifference of almost everyone. If you have brains, a heart, or a conscious, you’ll start a campaign to stop the violent indoctrination of children, that has been ongoing for as long as life itself, but has been accelerated with such an intensity these last ten years, that it’s almost impossible to find a little one with a clear head on these matters, and what a great future that holds for the next generation. Did I say that right Peter, wonders Nelson Mandela, who continues to work tirelessly for the rights of the very young, his latest role, and you suppose Elvis is retired too, what a surprise awaits you all. Have you seen the picture in the sky, it’s real, so is Heaven, so is Hell, repent, it’s never been a better time to be on good terms with God Most High, amen.