The Hit List

God Most High pours over the petitions and prayers made in the name of Lord Jesus, those that are accompanied by righteous souls, are given priority. Peter stands quietly beside him; he’s never seen so many requests that made it to the Boss’s table. Pass me the wine he orders, Peter does as he is told. God sips a little of his favourite creation, then sips again, wondering, how best to unravel the mess, while protecting the good.

 

“have you got the names there Peter, those that sold out love, not the entire list, just the ones pertaining to the advertising industry first, they duelled with me for too long, assumed I didn’t exist, assumed I’m never react, even concocted stories about me, can you believe it” sighs God

 

Ten names are selected, less than one per cent, they are to have their lives turned upside down in a matter of days. God puts his seal opposite each of their names; all of them close associates of the evil one. He writes out a coded message, passes it to peter. Send it down, and if anyone of them tries to petition me or whatever, I’ll never be home, is that clear

 

Solomon sighed, what was it like with Moses in the desert!

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A Total Recall

 

Ever the feeling, the one thought that is constant, it floats from mind to mind, the moment when the stranger will appear, invisible but very real. How our Spirits are interfered with, the power of thought and well being curbed, as if someone had applied a break. It must be on so many minds, apart from those addicted, well addicted is too hard a word, it assumes medical need, the suppression of an old habit, it means there is something wrong, what are we going to do about it, almost. No, no, the scale of the problem, so damn political, the scale of the issue, sounds a lot better, particularly to the addict, a business proposal more the truth, you will pay for the therapy, you can pay me back later, the connotations, you can read so many ways. But the stranger in the room, the heckler in the audience, the noise that wants to make noise, the head miner, feeling for anxiety, hoping to exploit, Solomon was listening to it all, and most importantly, the stranger in the room, total recall.

We lived in a world where news was used to exploit undermine and unhinge at times, those receiving it, some call it head mining, others call it propaganda, Solomon sighed, it wasn’t exactly new or anything, it just happened that, that same power to harry people, was now in nearly every pair of hands in the world, total recall, smell the coffee.

The Big Match

cheers boys, the arrangements are made, we will need to double the order, we have a lot of addicts to feed, the beer arrives early in the morning, there is a treatment center

out the road, the tables have been doubled and the staff are on double pay, the time is getting closer and the excitement is not far away. the coliseum is getting filled the hour is getting close, the tension is growing and so it the heat, any one for extra the waitress calls out, the game begins the ball is in play, the first point the score of the day, it’s the big match okay. Across the road she waits her husband is inside, he will be there all day drinking but it’s okay, they all know him as slim cause he never eats, but when he gets home he knows what to do, he just beats beats beats, the big match, is there a conscience out there.

Alcoholism, the bar, the next big event, the increase in domestic violence. At bank holidays and other such events, they double up on the stuff, and cause it’s a cause for celebration it appears to be okay. Why is rehab so difficult to get into, and why hasn’t the resources been put into providing them, not all of us can afford the Betty ford clinic!

Solomon say the signs in the sky, the warnings on the ground, what were they doing trying not to notice such things, well, they tried to get rid of the prophets too, amen.

Being Responsible

We didn’t pollute the air, we didn’t spoil the oceans, we didn’t start wars, we didn’t cause anything, damn it Donald, what do you take responsibility for, Donald runs his hand threw his mop, still there he sighs, will look good

at the invitation dinner tonight. First impressions make a difference. From the top of the building there is not a chance of a flood, from the size of the army there is no threat, from the size of the 20 trillion overdraft, he chuckles at that one. No, we are not responsible for the polluted world, look, why worry, if we are cute we’ll blame the citizens of china, look at Russia he says, damn it, this is going to cost too much, can’t we talk about something else. The all present God, the consciousness of many, the voices of those is trouble, from the sewer that was created, are all wondering, when will Donald become responsible. Mother Nature cries out, the Almighty Father hears it, hears all of her petitions. Solomon sighed, we all have to be part of the clean up.

Storms turned around, weather, the chance to put things write, right, write. Did the people realize the potential of words. Solomon encountered it, and wondered why, it had not been made clearer. As the prophets of old did, we could all petition the divine True God, all we had to do was make the effort. Compassion, understanding, these were not price tags, money after all was printed with a machine, clean water, well, that was a different matter, just being responsible.

It’s Impossible

The power of reality TV, media exposure, and the media circus around it, what are they feeding the children mentally he wondered, did they not realize nourishment for the Spirit within was paramount to having a caring society, easier to dull them momentarily. Solomon was reflecting on the culture diet so many young forming minds were forced to ingest, and wondered what the consequence of it would be.

There were those who commented on the regimes that were not like theirs, while ignoring what was going in their own homes, dis-tractors as he called them, shining their opinions on far away places while comfortably ignoring their own back yard. He’d encountered such diversions before, as the “network” ate it’s way through the hearts of many nations, consuming all that was good, and leaving behind desolate states, the way a drug plague laid siege to many towns and villages, obvious to all with eyes that could see.

He had encountered the Holy Spirit, the real one, and saw the calls for reform, and the calls repeated, evidenced in so many shocks, they were everywhere. When he turned on the radio, he was wondering if he was listening to Ezra, the Holy Prophet, who was told by an angel of God, of some of the signs of the great change, the trumpet will sound and there will be chaos in many places, it was just one of many. He’d seen the books open in the sky, had a picture of it.

2,500 years later, and on the eve of his own great escape, he had seen many great impossibilities happen, and wasn’t surprised, he had a feeling for the last ten years, that the world was being judged. To be alive to witness it all, twenty seven years after his own deliverance, who would believe it, it seemed impossible. Then again, people were praying for miracles, and those of faith were being delivered, against all odds.

Lost Children

where have all the flowers gone, where has all the innocence gone, it is the era of the lost generation, but it was no cause for despair, the enlightened were working to fix the issue, there were angels appearing from all sorts of places, the message was being made clear, where have all the children gone. She’s ten acts thirty, she is addicted to adulthood but can’t control it, the lost generation, the search party found them at last, amen.

Victory

Anger, resentment, pissed off with the neighbor, a friend to remind you, getting paid to upset people, getting used to hurt, enjoying the pain of it, knowing the fix that will help you escape it, the tranquilizers first, the bottle, the other hidden addictions, getting one over on somebody, and you call it a victory. The lawyer schemes, fills the client with ideas, doesn’t tell him to do it, just explains a thing or two, victory, the man does his neat work, the honest man is bludgeoned, the evil one goes free, victory for the lawyer, client gives him the bonus, the off shore bank account gets a boost, the local hospital is left short again, the wheel chair is not replaced, the nurse is taken off the rota, the old man is left alone, victory. Great, the estate agent smiles, with the cash he can bribe the bank manager, and the heroin continues to flow, the addicts grow in number, the honest souls don’t know what do do, victory. The lawyer, the estate agent, accountant and pals sip champagne and eat snacks, rare caviar that came direct from the black sea, victory. Solomon sighed, didn’t they know they were walking on thin ice, he’d encountered the Holy Spirit, so he began to write about it, the Real Victory, amen.