Looking for Love…..

Doing the groove this is normal they assume, he wiggles and twirls in front of the screen, the way we learn is not the issue, we all learn the same way, example if you are young, the TV remote is on the wrestling channel, the others are in the room, the absence of a father figure forces the emotions, imitates the nearest close relation i suppose, what if, it’s a big question, if you are trying to fill that loving gap. Fundamentalists fill the details in with their version of events, some of them are bible experts they do everything by the book. Stop, halt, hold on, there is something very wrong in all of this. Ask the question no one wants an answer to, at the least it will challenge the collective conscience, even if they try and bury the truth, it all comes out anyway, the example we were subjected to, when we were very young.

The bells ring, the pleasantries begin, stares across the aisle, who is in attendance, who has not come along. Why were you not in attendance Mike, the allegations are kept quite, it’s like a secret meeting of a secret cult, your programmed, the job pays well and the children have great schools, the medical is free and the university position is secure, programmed has many different forms, and the cult is seriously successful, who can complain with that.

A journalist, Daphne Caruana Galizia dies in a bomb blast, trying to expose the off shore criminals, who are stealing from the poorest themselves, the resources they stole were to be used to restore, the health services so badly needed by the rest. Well done gentlemen for removing a voice of Love, imagine the consequences in a time of great coincidences, when there is news from the world above.

The preacher brushes his teeth, he fleeces them to be exact, washes his face puts on a smile, he is getting ready to set them alight. The audience is select, only the movers and shakers, decision makers, with their help, they can seize whatever they like.

“Jesus says this to you this morning!”, he begins his long rant, the audience begin to take notes, there job security depends on all this. He begins to read from the old scriptures, choosing to ignore the bigger meaning, he is using old worlds to target the world, there is an agenda, if they are not fundamental, then they are not like us.

Solomon heard it all, be it North Korea, Washington select interests, or a cult, they existed, extremists, who pretended to be like us. as for using the ancient writings, Solomon was reminding them, the extremists. Noah, Moses, the holy prophets and what was it they wrote, extremists never work it out, there is no love in that. wasn’t that the story of the good S

amaritan?.

 

 

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Spirit

there are two types, that that comes from above, and that that comes from men, the Spirit above brings with it, a bounty, eternal life, it is everlasting, goes on and on. What’s the difference asked the child, it was confusing, the spirit was the spirit, what was this other “Spirit”. The power of God lived in Holy Spirit He said, it could heal, make the impossible possible, it protected and guided, it was what the old prophets wrote about. It was the lasting kind, and it was gathering in strength, as love grew stronger. The boy nodded his head, it was the answer to his prayers, a simple explanation. He was experiencing strange things, he could see angels, he was aware of old spirits, was he going crazy like his sister, she was still in the asylum. Now he realized what he had was a gift.

Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, and more, and it all pointed to a reforming world, a change, and the results in the time period, make it clear, this is ordained from above, how wonderful was that, awesome.

Donald has a plan…..

Sir, you just can’t abandon the united nations sir, it’s undemocratic answered his sidekick, a party pundit, but what could he say, chuckling, undemocratic, we are republicans after all. Donald was looking out the window of the tower, he preferred the furnishings there to the oval office, he was in his stocking feet, was feeling light of heart. War he said, while scanning the Manhattan skyline has been with us since the beginning almost, and the U.N. was set up to curb war, but it has not stopped one from where i am looking. it’s impossible, to accept there is nothing i can do about it, i’m president after all, one word from me and a war will start tomorrow, that isn’t wisdom, that is pure foolishness. A secretary was typing his mutterings, her fingers flying across her IPad, got that treacy he smiled, yes boss she replied, i also got a tuna sandwich for you later.

Donald smiled, i can always count on women, my mother he sighed, thinking of her.

Center for the prevention of war, make that C-pow for short. Eureka, that’s it. In a nutshell, there will be a body to prevent war, and a penalty for those who start them without consulting us, a big financial one. Great idea Mr President, who thought it sounded very cliched, C pow first war after.  The national debt was at twenty trillion, every modern country was in debt, a new start was needed, for everyone.

It was a simple idea, too simple almost. Solomon sighed, wasn’t that what Jesus said all those years ago, once you forgive that’s it ,amen, the end of hatred, the stuff that eats you from the inside, amen.

The Vulnerable and the Venerable

We have a system for that, next question please, yes, we have a system for that, next question, i already answered that question, anymore questions, the venerable speaker is reassuring the audience, the world wide audience, that all is being done to end the exploitation of women and children around the world. The appearance of a strange object in the sky has sharpened his enthusiasm, it’s been deemed to be an object from another world, there is talk of it being from a heavenly world, God perhaps!. Images of Moses in the desert are being awakened in the hearts of many, the french exodus from Paris at the beginning of the second great war is being cited as a warning, of the great exodus too, in downtown Manhattan they are dropping champagne cocktails as if it’s the end of days, traders mainly, who spent their entire lives devoted to money and the exploitation of anyone willing to listen to them. The numbers are repeating says an old priest, even the trumpet is sounding; Donald Trump is live on the TV screens in times square, reassuring the world, there is space for everyone in trump tower.

Far away, in a small office, a street smart marketer is going over the numbers, the data as he calls it; there are more single women than ever with access to wealth, who are lonely. A psychologist points out the potential within this data group. Because they are vulnerable, well everyone seeking love in the current climate is vulnerable, well, these ladies have cash, and this loving person is pointing out ways to relieve them of their cash, albeit legally. The other lonely’s don’t matter, they have nothing to give, the usual sex route has been cooked drawn and quartered as they say. Well charlie, how do we empty those cashmere pockets Sydney?.

Why not set up women friendly gambling websites, color them nice, those chicks love make-up, add a few free spins, get them hooked or regular users, and bobs your uncle, watch the cash flow in. Charlie you are a genius. The trade grows, the cash is blown, the universal needs that are not satisfied have to find an outlet, exploitation or exploration, is there really any difference.

Solomon sighed, is there a law against such behaviour, he shook his head, it’s totally legal on this planet. He is sitting in a restaurant in times square, the Donald is over his shoulder on the big screen, imagine it, the cost of a suite in trump tower has been halved on account of the alien intervention, that isn’t bad i suppose. A waitress approaches his table, Solomon’s, can’t smoke sir, she points to the sign, and it’s punishable by a term in detention and a five thousand dollar fine, he puts the cigarettes back in his pocket. Just yesterday he sighs, he was watching a movie from the past, in every scene the main actors was smoking away, for all to see, exploiting the young, as if it mattered then. How a few years change everything, the vulnerable and the venerable, nice name for a movie. He thought for a moment, if you go out of your way to exploit others knowingly, is that theft or business he wondered. he looked up at the sky, no way!. that’s the cloud i say before, amen.

I’m all excited…..

She makes me forget, what else, i want to do things with her, i cut out the rest of the world, i don’t seem to have as many worries (we share them instead and i have the mother load), stuff we have in common,  hobbies you mean,….we both love drinking, and when i’m drunk she forgets it in the morning, well, she can’t remember, so this is what ye have in common asks the dating agent for the new online service, another happy marriage is touted, join swingers united.

And you miss, what is it, what brought you together, she pauses a minute. She begins to blush, he reminds me of my father, amen. The habits we pass on, i’m all excited again.

Solomon was listening to arguments, discussions, did God exit, what was Spirit, what was in our DNA, more importantly, how did it get there, lots of stuff. How did i meet your mother moment, do you want to hear the truth, what did the picture in the sky mean, did the manifested Spirit mean a closer relationship with God, how come those you pray for seem to do okay, and is God in all of us. He switched to the dating challenge, the two cuddlies on the couch, telling their story, millions more interested in that, well, at least it’s an ambition most achieve in this world, a partnership, i’m so excited.

 

Spirit Flows

It moves, i can feel it, it’s all around me, can’t you see it, she wondered if they were listening, her friends came to visit her, she was in a hospital for the mentally traumatized, they could not understand, they were not believers. Solomon wondered how many such souls were incarcerated, hidden away from the world, for the thoughts they held, the belief they held dear. He thought of those places, where people were picked up, for no good reason, just because they professed their faith in the above. Solomon wondered how the early Christians felt, and then read the story of Islam, and the wisdom of the green goblet, written to remind us of days like these. God acts in the strangest of ways, to remind the living of the challenge they faced, and the struggle to remain firm in the face of such obstructions. Keeping them from the general masses was a way of removing the threat of spiritual help from above, demons being well aware of the heavenly threat, as the seed of love was the connection point with God Most High. damage it, hurt it, demean it, abuse it, taunt them, harass them, imprison them, and eventually kill them. It was written, it was not going to be easy, just remember He said, if they hated me first, they will think the same of you, but don’t forget one thing. I will send the helper, the Holy Spirit, just believe and it will all work out, amen.

Solomon encountered the Holy Spirit. He prayed and it worked, remained on the path. In the Holy Name, those with the Spirit could cast out demons. Solomon demonstrated it regularly. Just remain in the zone and don’t give up, help is at hand. Once the Spirit is strong, there is help about. In the world, there were extremist forces hoping to harm the believers,  those who wanted the demon to remain in charge. Solomon was adding his prayer, defeat them heavenly father, send them a sign,

amen.

Tight Squeeze

maybe, she twirls, the dress does not look right, the mirror is full length, she stands there, head left head right, head up head down, doesn’t feel right, damn, she marches to the bedroom, a bundle of clothes on the bed, she reaches into the press, what now she sighs, four to choose from, she’s a size eight, wants to be a seven, grabs the navy jump suit, quickly changes, returns to the mirror, half an hour later, she makes up her mind. A pout of the lips, cool she smiles, on her way to an awards ceremony, wants to look her best. Whats the hurry, in traffic, taxi driver watches her reaction in the mirror, hyped up chick or what, she is hopping, can’t this bus go faster, is getting nervous, the delay is killing her.  what’s the rush!.

famine chick, in her small tent, the aid convoy hasn’t arrived yet, was promised a week ago, will it hurry up, her child is cramping with the hunger, the water milk diet not sustaining enough. She doesn’t mind, it’s her child she worries about.

I’d like to announce the winner of the new female singer of the year, and the winner is, she bursts in the door, the audience turns around, the noise she makes would scatter a flock of birds. her day is made, she arrived on the stroke of recognition, the fuss with the make up and stuff worth the wait.

She pulls her hair, ringlets, cutie, she fawns for the audience, opens her mouth the way all the bright teeth people do, pauses. i would like to dedicate my award to the ..

The child is crying, she is fraught with anxiety, she holds the baby, one eye on the door, a miracle she pleads, how can i stop the suffering of my little child. She shakes the baby, talking to the wee one all the time, she’d feed him from her breast, but they are hard and tight, no milk in there, she needs to feed to provide for the young one.

i’d like to thank my agent, and my family for getting me this far, without them i would have got nowhere.  She bursts out crying, the emotions too much, success has come at last.

Without food there was nothing she could do. The dead bundle is cold, she sits on the floor, wailing.

Anyone for canapes!