Human Loving

We all gripe, complain, spit, we all have an opinion, we all carry hurt, it could be something simple, body image, could be complex, orchestrated harms, apartheid, the color of your skin, there is much that can be complained of, but Human Loving continues, The Spirit inside strives. Solomon was on his way, admiring the light, the indicators good, Heaven’s friends were smiling, hearts were firing. The Sun is out, our attitude is positive.

I don’t believe in them she said, they only want to control women, what are they all afraid of she said to him, an elderly person. It wasn’t a complaint, it was a sort of fact, this organised abuse of the role of women, not the role of Mothers, just the attitude towards women. Imagine, 2,000 years since Jesus, who was readily happy in the company of the female of the species, and as noted by the scholars of that time, he wasn’t known to complain of women, mostly complained about his own band of followers, men.

Solomon had been in the company of Holy Spirit, and the Spirit….

lived in Him, and many great things happened, healing: Spirit rises, your health improves, Spirit rises, you need less of the material, Spirit rises, less wars, more  peace. Basic stuff, yet the church authorities were forever spying, just as the Pharisee’s did, all those years before. perhaps, the old lady was 100% right, they love being in control, amen.

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Is it possible….

Dante writes, he saw turmoil in the fourteenth century, when men of the organised religion lived like prince’s, sided with wealth, and often condemned innocent men and women, to all sorts of horrible existences, sometimes death, under the cover of the cloak of God they wore, which they used as a tool to control fortunes and  lives, when they were supposed to promote peace and goodwill. Not all, but those who sought position, in other words, those of the Ego.

He wrote of Venice under a flood, and today I am reading the words Dante wrote, his epic poem, translated of course, and Venice this day is under the most serious of flooding ever.  Oddly enough, this flooding, is reminding us of our neglect of the living environment, same as the signs that are appearing, reminding us of our divine inheritance, amen.

Solomon  sighed, we are being directed towards the Father of all creation, and while that Spirit flows it’s time ourselves, we too, are in the vineyard, and as in Venice, a major clean up is required, amen.

 

Our World

We are the tenants in this world, the means for gathering we have been given, in our race to success, we tampered with the mixture, added chemicals to hurry the growth, we hurried to progress without thought of consequence, left our mistakes to the next generation, not that we planned it, we just hoped. Addiction to the material brought us to the brink, there is a limit, but when there is no water to drink, as they say, the options become limited, and in our efforts to distract others from our faults, we started wars to rally support for our schemes. If this sounds like an apology, I sure hope this is what you assume, how can we plead for mercy if we are not contrite and real. There are many flowers in the garden, multi colored, all races, all different sizes of fields, the reality of the words of Jesus, we are called to be Samaritans not judges, as some try to believe. There are no favorites, everyone is treated the same, we are compassion, we are love, we are charitable, if we truly believe. We are the tenants in that old parable, this you must believe.

Solomon was listening to the words of a far off preacher, a man of Godly esteem was having a final goodbye, he saw the crowd, many of them celebrities, and these are the thoughts he had. As Ezra says; when the day comes and you must face the judgement, you will only have your deeds and what comes out of your mouth to defend you, amen.

Leaving

The office door opens, he steps outside, there is another life to be lived, he stands with his briefcase, he is free to choose, a man with ideas, an hour to himself, has plans has dreams, has responsibility too, we all have to face the bills. The school bag on the shoulders, the books of burden, their weighty, but they lead somewhere, on the street, school is over, she is filled with dreams. He checks his mobile after leaving the house, the message he waits for, from someone close, he walks on. The chair is comfortable, the power is battery, freedom to get about, on the move, he enjoys leaving places on his own, there is an element of independence in it.

The Spirit is on the move, it has always been on the move, it stirs us when we meet it, the voice of a friend, the calm we feel in certain company, the friends we enjoy spending time with, the chance to re charge the inner well, have a peaceful moment, before encountering what is out there. The world is full of dreamers, and the Spirit is always moving, going from place to place, seeking a refuge with those who want to live by it’s rules; compassion to begin with, understanding of the needs of others, a little less ego, less of the self and more of the other, it moves, The Spirit does, and when it finds a good place to rest and dwell, it’s the same as that spider in the corner who comes into the room, and rests in the corner until winter is over, no smell of chemical, this is a safe zone it tells itself, we are not leaving here..Yeah, the Spirit is choo

sey, amen.

Mother and Child

The line is getting close to the check out, she holds her daughter’s hand tight. In a few hours, she will be in another world, a little frightened the way all new visitors feel, when they are somewhere new. Young, too young, she rebelled and ran away from home, that was ten years ago. twenty six now, with a three year old child, she made friends with the first man that seemed okay, she is wiser now, back then she was on the run. She reflects while she stands inline, her life has changed, the small hand in hers, a new responsibility. To be free from the influence, her boy friend so controlling, she hated the life, maybe that’s how a mother feels. She looks at the small human being holding her hand, her life line to the world, yes, that’s me she says to herself. Why has this child taken over my life; she laughed when she heard of friends with children on the way, the way they acted, pretending she imagined; how can one person have such a hold on your life.

The desk assistant smiles when she proffers her pass port. She reaches over the desk, catches sight of the little girl;. going to a new world she says with a smile. The little girl looks at her Mother, hopeful.

Solomon sighed, how many were on the road to freedom across the world. Compassion, love and charity, the very basics required of all those who called themselves believers, amen.

Peculiar Interests

Group of men caught, their interest in small children alarming, women involved too, media goes into graphic detail, meanwhile you can buy this stuff online, Interpol says it is worth billions in cash, this vile industry, peculiar interests, yet society is interesting children by the hour, in all things perverse, the future seeds, the picture is grey, it’s a nasty outcome, where is this interested being created, who get’s it.

Jesus said, you have to forgive and heal, otherwise you pass on the harm, it becomes your DNA, you absorb it. Wisdom few have ever followed. If people are ill, and it’s a pandemic, 60% of all internet traffic is adult themed and sex, it’s time we put up some road signs, and directed those getting on the super highway, witch hunts don’t work, a new system of internet is called for, the same laws we apply to the road, it’s about time.

Never Empty

And always wanting more, he said, she was young, boyfriend troubles, she was a learner, getting used to being on the rack, being part of the human race, what is love she wondered, her heart empty, feeling despair, the void inside her, a volcano waiting to explode, how do you cope. He orders her a second coffee, the story teller in him finds everyone interesting, he wasn’t altruistic, there was too much pomp in that, and there were those who never shut up, who got more of a thrill, telling others of their great works, how many ears do you have, a headache more likely. How do you know it’s love she says, stirring her coffee, two sugars, he could only cringe, diabetes having got the better of him, sugar was a rare treat, as was the condition of his heart, those were the days.

“it’s like this, you are empty but you are always full, and it leaves you wanting more”

She smiles, “he was a jerk anyway, when he left to go any place, he left me feeling fear”

She bounces off the chair, leaves him with the bill, see you she says. carelessly she rambles down the street, a rhythm in her step, I got it she smiles.

Big Brother

Remember those adds, the conspiracy theorists, big brother is watching you and all that rubbish, it’s a pity they didn’t look in the mirror instead, they might have actually learned something. The greatest action they ever did, was curb wisdom in all respects, Mc Carthy in America, and a long list of others, big brother is not as smart as it thinks. The reason Solomon was reminding himself, the effort to force the old machine, the same old dogma, the loads they put on shoulders, and how they try to justify themselves, Big brother, they were clueless, spying was the correct description of them. Extremism was trying to raise it’s ugly head, why bother he thought, Big Brother is watching!!

Pure Rhythm

The stream of wisdom, a garden grows, reacts to sunshine, is automatic, it grows, sun, rain, moon, stars, the time of year, the cold, the frost, the fourseasons, the days go on for ever, add in the only additive that has a mind of it’s own, the image of man, and the great rhythm is altered. Imagine it, paradise in it’s early form, the animals, birds, everything as it should be, then the actions of the man and woman, it’s all yours says God, but I ask you not to eat from that tree, it has a special function. The enquiring child, the stubborn mind, out of sight, satiated, well it’s a dare almost, love is already toxic, it has to be shared, then the descent, till we get back to the basics, and try it again. It’s easy upset the rhythm.

In the world there were mind gamers; those who played with the minds, it was one time, a love game, then it becomes twisted, then it becomes corporation games, then the changes we would rather not think about. He imagines the garden, the addition of the chemical fertiliser, the death of the small insect, the distress of the bee, and how what once was beautiful, was slowly destroyed. Having encountered demonic minds, who play with minds, Solomon was sending up a prayer to his Heavenly Father, curb their intincts and plans, and let their schemes fall on top them. Enough words, that should do the trick, amen.

Prayers said in the Name of Jesus, the Holy One, are heard in the heavens above. Solomon had seen it so often, it was as if he was watching Jesus do it live, amen.

Martin Luther King, and the all saints band present, one night only…

 

 

Martin Luther king, jimmy Hendrix, Joan of arc, hosts

Of others, Johnny cash, Michael Jackson,

the female martyrs, the men who went over the top,

 

The fields of Vietnam, the countries destroyed,

The brave spitfire pilots, the Indian tribes, the lost

Wisdom, the Inca’s, the few who survived,

 

the three Wise men, the prophets of old,

the mothers who struggle, many never had a chance,

the conceit of The powerful, the arrogance of their supporters,

 

Merry go round mentality, the road that never ends,

Celtic warriors of old, the truly regal beings, che

Guevara, a doctor with a heart, never gave Up,

 

the list goes on its endless, many millions sacrificed,

for something Worth waiting for, hoping defiant certain,

the current Conundrum, the indifferent classes,

 

women Fire constantly, the situation is untenable,

seeds of a current generation wither, and now we have

Raised the ire of God, and it’s understandable,

 

Children pouring their fears into the universe, the cries

Of the hopeless, it’s overwhelming, a cosmetic change,

Not really enough, young girl tied to a bed,

 

visited all Day, till there is nothing left,

caste inside she is dead, always been this way,

the poor will be poor, nothing that can be done,

 

the apathy of The talent, obviously God Most High,

well, assumes otherwise, being The one who plied us,

with gifts, games or no games,

 

For many it’s gone the wrong way far too long,

Change of direction, not a suggestion, well, the

Master is back as they say, and thinks otherwise,

 

Perhaps there are those who live Babylon wise,

What interest had they in love, don’t loot, yeah,

Just a few ideas to hurry you all along, amen.