Beat Me Up Scotty

The first blow sends her into shock, she has never seen him this way. The expression on her face shocks him, she has never seen her that way either. She feels her face, rubs the cheek, feels for anything broken. His adrenaline gets a hit, he is shocked at it. I’ll never do that again he swears. They embrace, he rubs her face, she is afraid, it will never happen again babe. The trust she has, is shaken, but she forgives him, it wont happen again. He’s a record of doing it. He knows how women cowl, give in and blame themselves. Love is a very potent form of dependency for those who already feel vulnerable.

Blood on her face, he is getting high on it, the kick to the ribs, her arms go defensive, he is getting excited she is worried about the kids, doesn’t want the neighbors to find out either. It’s repeated every few months, the doctor ignores the bruises, her friends had stopped calling round, just when she needs them, she is all alone. Blames herself, Stop. The angels were in the room watching, sends the helpers. Artists write songs, authors put words on it, social services call to the house. Dudes, didn’t you know there is a God!. Solomon was not in doubt, he had seen so much, it was enlightening. In a moment God could turn everyone into babbling fools, as sure as he allowed those with his Spirit to perform miracles, amen.

Being Yourself

She sits on the couch, like a child, no reverence for social games, she is a child. The important people watch and smile, pay no attention to her, she is being normal, acting as a child. Enter the socially correct, the watchers from afar, what is she doing, this is an adult meeting, she is only a child, but it’s her home. Being yourself, how rare is that in the world. Solomon was after reading an article, yes, It was about the “Donald” again. His loyal assistant sits on the couch, knees up, in the presidential office. Solomon recalled a time, many years before, JFK and the picture of his children, playing in the same office, a family man. It was no secret, but being yourself in a world of political correctness was not easy, caring more what other people think of you than you thought yourself of yourself. Pathological liars came to mind, the socially deceptive, con men, fraudsters, ponzi schemers too. If more of us were ourselves rather than strangers,what a difference it would be.

No one made a fool out of God, but they made fools out of others regularly. Having encountered many inspiring events, a visit from the Holy Spirit, clouds, and more, Solomon knew that God Most High was oh so real, not the imaginary character or myth, many alluded to. The same morning he read the article of the discovery of the the remains of old Babylonian palace, unearthed, when the Iraqi forces retook a town. It brought to life, the old bible tale of the Assyrians, as mentioned in the Holy Scriptures. It was never a better time to be yourself. Everyone seeks truth in a world where corrupt news flourishes.

My Camp

No immigrants, search them out, frighten them, chase them like rats, round them up, it’s not Germany in the thirties, it’s America today. Developed by immigration, the great hope, is adopting the tactics of Adolf Hitler. Calls the Mexican people degenerates, (the cheap labor provided by mexico transient workers has saved the agricultural industry), apart from the workers who came to California to do the jobs Americans didn’t want to, (cheaper too). like Mussolini in Italy, modern day fascists are all chomping at the bit, they have a friend in the pole position, what is going on. If ever there is a lesson in history this is it, those left without hope will find it somewhere, the kid in the ghetto seeking a way out, eventually, the systems burst. As the rich man said in the parable, from hell where he lay, could you not send a messenger, just to warn them. Ironic thought Solomon, 2,000 years later, those words were more apt today, than when first spoken, amen.

Did you hear me!

turn down the stereo, the phone rings, no one can hear, a thousand different voices, all hoping to be heard, sounds like hell, me, did you hear me, the constant drone. Picture it, the survivors retelling the story, the only witness’s to the horror, be it the Titanic, be it the horror of Auschwitz, the voices calling out, did you hear me. Then imagine Jesus, walking through a small village or town, the voices calling out, heal me, do you hear me, he walks on, but hasn’t ignored them, if they have faith, they will be healed, do you hear me, amen.

Many voices were calling out, shouting injustices, my cause, my rights, my needs. Then there were other voices calling out in silent prayer, thanking God for the blessings being poured out, do you hear me. Solomon listened to the world around him, every day was a gift, the scars on his body, reminders, i’m on my feet today, do you hear me. Only God Most High could have done it, do you hear, amen. The power of Faith, it was the story of Great Spirit, amen.

Using Words Wisely

If we bombard them with the message, and if we offend everyone, they will automatically assume the need for change, and no one will think your for or against them, they will think about what you said about the, Muslims, The Pope, The Mexicans, Women, Wealth, but most importantly, because you have bombarded them mentally, and the media will love it even more, all they will want is change when the time comes. anything but more of the same will do, even if more of the same will be the end result. Donald shook his head. All I have to do is insult everyone, he looked at the mini dress near him, wondering.

Was it not a pity, abusing the well being of all that was good was all they were actually good at. A paper trail of insults and upsets, left two hands on the nuclear detonator, two previous enemies. There is too many of us, too many humans, he heard the neo rights argument, what the world needed was less people. Solomon sighed, they needed less neo types, and more of the loving types.

Unearth Him!

I don’t care if you have to wash his dirty underwear we want to know what he is at! You mean his socks as well, i mean every hair on his scrotum if necessary, and shiny too, you are a recruit from west point miss, and your country needs you. Her smile could stop a bus, her eyes were emerald green, she knew when to bend, just when to sigh, they identified him as a drug dealer, a threat to the state, a threat to the world, it could have been Jesus they described, and they were the pharisee’s, hell bent on having their way, but they lied. She was part of an effort to destroy love on earth but did not know it. Unearth him or you are fired. they gave her a list of his likes and dislikes, while feeding her with bias. What they didn’t know, he was one of God’s holy warriors

, but they didn’t know that. Now he was unearthing them, and he was on fire, amen.

Susie’s Christmas Wish

A Father has been away, a child waits, the tree is dressed, and his heart is wide open. A friend calls, explains the Christmas presents he thinks he’s getting. The little boy listens, but in the back of his head, he has that Christmas yearning. His Mother has passed away, and his heart is needing, all he can think of is his Father. Granny is great, but she is no substitute for the real thing. His parents split up when he was three, and the boy only got to see his father occasionally. He speaks to his Christmas Fairy, he’s not naive, he’s young and he has a soul, the nurture of love has reaped dividends, he has great hopes. On his knees, he says his prayer before getting under the duvet, this is what he says.

“i know your busy and stuff, and there are many small children hungry, so if i make my request i will understand if you are too busy, but if you could grant me one wish, this it would be, actually, there would be three, but i will settle for this one, okay maybe two, hear goes”

An angel in the corner, listens, is moved to tears, a humble little child with an open heart, we need more of these. A Father is working overseas, he has no choice, there is no work at home. How will he get home in time for Christmas! The Father is a cleaner, does odd jobs, he is diligent, but his boss is very sticky with the rules. Christmas is a busy time of year, and the family needs it’s servants. The employer, a man of little faith, finds his servants wallet, it’s been left behind in a bathroom, the man is cleaning, it must have slipped out, he picks it up, when a picture falls out, of the little boy. It’s a smiling child, it reminds him of a grandchild he has lost himself, it brings tears to his face. He wipes them away but continues to cry. The time he could have spent with him, his grandchild, when he was working instead. He thinks of the servant, and immediately he makes a decision. He buys him a ticket and sends the man home, happy Christmas, amen.

If only there were more hearts like this sighs Solomon. amen.

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