Mexican Quesadilla

Monterey Jack Cheddar, a nice addition to a Mexican snack. ADD in some bulls balls, to strengthen the man, a treat in some parts of the world, food, how did Piazza Bread ever make it, the ingenuity of an Italian Mother, too poor to make a regular dinner, the piazza is now a global dish, born out of hunger, how the human race adapts to change, and this is the dilemma, today, there are those who are wondering what they ought to be doing, considering the plight of the planet, Jesus tells us to think of today, or rather, tells the parable of the rich fool, who builds barns to store his goods, thinking there will be much for generations to come, for the exact words, read the parable, amen.

The notion of dependency on one sort of food basic, leads the the Irish Famine, sames as the new blood that is required, to encourage now thinking in future generations, your sowing for the future, amen. this topic, in the light of immigration issues, particularly, those faced in Italy, who are now in no mans land, while awaiting there next destination. The Spiritual leaders call out for new ideas, how will we handle the situation, is there not wisdom to be found, in preparing for the new arrivals, and with the Jesus awakening, the words of the Great Teacher, finding new hearts and minds, a new mind set is occurring, Solomon sighs, the value of new inputs, the value of new people, a world that has to re-establish itself. Mother Nature has to be looked after, amen.

Solomon sighed, the cloud, the story of Esdras, Uriel the angel, the advice given, she is getting weaker, how do we respond. The mothers of the world, are very creative when it comes to looking after their children, they search among the stuff that is in the press, they make the best they can, they add taste, the children enjoy the food, they know they can survive on a short budget, what we owe to the creative mother. Solomon recalls, Mrs Carey putting aside food for those in need that called to her door, and such was her reputation, she was often one of those places, that was a refuge for the hungry, same as her father Joseph Cooney, of Kilbeggan and Mullingar fame. With Heavenly signs appearing, the truth of Jesus, what a legacy to have in these times of eternal change. The cloud with this blog is real, and it arrived on an anniversary, amen.

The story goes, the signs appear, there is a great light, God Most High, comes to the aid of his chosen, what a delight to have that on your CV, amen.

Solomon smiled, Jesus tells the story, who are you trying to impress, is it the reputation of man or the praise of God you seek, Jesus tells the story, in order to help us find our priorities, amen.

As he said to an acquaintance, not every one who claims to be of Solomon is always that person, be aware of frauds, amen.

And that nagging question, whatever happened to Barney the Cat, the friend of the late Miss A.M.Dooley, the poetess, and her words of thanks, what a poet. Her work is to be admired, and her words sincere, Solomon on play writing, what an addition to have, amen.

To the future, researching Arab History;

Solomon starts to read the ancient history. The nomad playing such a pivotal role. Their customs and way of life, mirroring the lives of them modern day nomads, of other cultures. How some tried to hang onto the ancient belief, the Spirit, how they played out the gospel of Jesus at times. The cultures are so closely related. To understand how a way of thinking comes into the psyche, the fiercely independent minds, how they feared the changing cultures, how they often did harm to themselves. years later, the Story of The Christ is now uniting them, in a way few could imagine. May the reach out be from both sides of the argument, amen.

God

female voices, God, we only want to feed the children, we want them to grow up safe, we want leaders whom to trust in, we don’t need all that much. Across the world, men try to dominate as if they have superior wisdom about them,even though the times show their superior thinking to be, leaking to say the least. Who gave man power over women,the holy books, gave them responsibility, same way a bank manager minds the cash in a bank, the money is not the bank man’s, same as the Spirit belongs to God, it doesn’t work otherwise.

Color so what, who created the white super stuff, as if it came from the mouth of Jesus. Solomon sighed, he was doing a lot of it lately, darn stuff, the revelations that come upon you, unnoticed, like a car accident. He was watching old TV, listening to the voices, soft toned, none of the modern day anger you hear all the time, what was it, that turned people to anger, he reflected. The angry faces of today, had to have their roots in the past. A renowned singer, Louis Armstrong, maybe Nat king Cole, it could be anyone else, but it was the round appealing smile of these black stars, humbly asking, with love in their words, and from their voices, tenderly asking, no pain lines even if they had been thrown out of restaurants cause of the laws, and had good reason to hate,they chose to offer love as the solution to our issues, they were not trying to wind up the hate, so many today seem to get applause for, why, and they thought that the end of the second great war, would bring about AN inner change in the mindset of folks who looked down on them, because of color, why those angry faces today, when it should have been different, amen.

Lessons arrive every day, that try to free us, from the traps we make for ourselves and others, free, from what the sinner asks, well, those who offend the most high God what is it they do, to cause mistrust, lessons, mistrust is the daily diet of the demon, no one else, cause confusion, upset, annoy,after awhile, no one knows what to think, and we wonder where our issues come from; the closet we hide our stuff in. Open sesame is the times we live in; sigh, doesn’t the notion of forgiveness make a sigh now, amen.

The Beguines

Not much is written about these Holy Women, who pondered the Holy Words, apart from the large number of them, who were deemed heretical, for their simple interpretation of God and the living Spirit. Not captivated by ritual, they were simple in how they devoted themselves to their holy devotion, too simple for the leaders of Christianity in the 13th and 14th century. Margaret Porette comes to mind. While they retreated from life publicly an account of the witch hunt against them, there must be many women of the Spirit, who have had to cloth their faith in all guises. Was their treatment, though harsh it was, just a reminder; how the Spirit from above has had to fight to stay alive in a world that lost it’s way, possibly, amen.

How they are so needed today, these spirited women, in all the different faith groups and beyond. Well, Jesus gave men and women equal standing, and who can disagree with that, amen.

The wife’s dilemma

He’s addicted to violence on TV. It’s all he ever does. He craves those films, where there is threat and blood, it gives him a thrill. We used to be intimate,but he lost it. He is now addicted to pornography too. Her therapist sighs; show me who isn’t. She puts out the words she has trapped inside. Her therapist nods; she doesn’t know, but the therapist was acquainted with him; devious minded then in very subtle ways; you’d need to be a crime investigator to know, the modus operandi. When a young man talks mind games before he even qualifies, that’s enough. The progress of the relationship was no surprise to the therapist; those that use people usually end up in a mess. The lesson, love takes time, don’t fall for security, the lesson from Chicago, the source of the wealth matters, how it’s acquired. Even a weed can smell like a flower, sometimes.

Treasure Box

The wife’s dilemma, she wants to believe, her man. Technology expert, knows the jargon. So specialized, he hides the weird stuff, well, if they ever found out. The dilemma, is this what I entered a life partnership with. Too religious minded, she has seen the signals, how he comments on all that is wrong, and how he puts it on thick to impress the company, amen. The wife’s dilemma, the mother of all questions in a world going crazy, amen.

Can a mind soaked in horror ever do a face to face with God,without melting, so hot.