Manuals in Self Harm

The tips you pick up online, how to get ahead, how to read the stock charts, how to make a million, how to deceive your parents, how to deceive anyone. The words you need to use, how to respond, how to remain calm, how to get others to lose focus, how to run your own cult, how to control anyone, finding out as much as you can, the stuff you can use to create the impression of knowing them, how to undermine trust, how to get them to run, the world is a world of confused ants, women who diet but never succeed, men who strive while so few succeed, there has to be a better way, does that sound real. The story of fake news, many were complaining about it, how opinions are twisted, false ideas giving head space, all from the different manuals in self-harm. If you exhibit the signs of mental well being if you behave this way, who do you want to be, just follow the manual?

Solomon read many conflicting stories, heard many views, why believe in that Church, my version is better, there is contradiction everywhere, a constant news feed. The signs from above, the sun that shines on everyone, the lessons for everyone, it’s strange how disaster or coming disasters get us to think as one, it’s going to affect us all, how are we going to deal with it. When all is said and done, compassion is not taking advantage of others, love is being patient not demanding all the time, and forgiveness, it’s something rarely practised at all, but spoken about. Solomon listened to many differing opinions, the ways the mountain is climbed, we are better, they are ignorant, they haven’t evolved, he heard so many arguments. For all their arguments, Spirit is central, it’s inside you, you make choices, it’s not complicated, same as the parables of Jesus, why was he given such wisdom, or do you need to ask. Did he create envy, or a desire to hear more words of wisdom?, and when you hear those words, does it not put your heart at rest!

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The trail around the corner…

Here for the auditions, a car passes, they begin to scream, it’s him, a few of the more cannier ones use the distraction to steal a few places, they are closer to the door, there’s a life to be gained once inside the door, might even get in the paper, bling, a boyfriend with a football club, it’s hard to ignore, the trail around the corner. Inside the talk is ratings, the flow of cash, how they need to become more risque in order to attract, more electric wallets.

The career, she went to drama school, studied in the auditorium, had a real love of song, now she is being controlled by the accountants, and her dealer, well, the cocaine never disappoints, and she can hit it all night. The long dress is now a mini, she has disrobed in the papers a few times, the tit bit doubled her sales that week. Now she is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, have another pill her manager says, there is malice in his eye, who are you after all, didn’t you do the trail around the corner too.

Solomon sighed, it’s never too late to change lanes, amen.

Blocked

no new ideas, stuck, nothing fresh going on, got a habit that I hate, got a cat that shits a lot, man does that need cleaning up, blocked, I hope you don’t upset the cat. He pressed the button, the machine, it produced a rhythm, a beat, he put a few lyrics over it, adjusted the volume, played them low played them high, a bit like a lotto player, fancy word for a gamble, how he frame words, sounds better, compulsive deniers, when we don’t like the news, we turn it off, the head can only hold so much. Imagine it, the stuff the head has to hoard, the so called important stuff, the stuff going back years. Unless it’s the heart, why would it be important?

Foundation Building

The wine farmer, nods, he is explaining the terroir, the land, and what it means to the wine maker. He has a glass bottle in his hands; in it, four types of soil, the difference, is there a difference wonders the small audience. Sandy and pebbly, heavy and smooth, the four types of soil, are all part of the land. The best grapes grow in the light brown and pebble dash soil, more breathing and better drainage he says, pointing to the far corner of the field; there is more sun too she smiles, one of the visitors says, sure.

They buy a few sample bottles; On the drive back to their lodgings, they discuss the enthusiasm of the farmer, how precise he was, how important the foundation is, and the power of the sun, to turn grapes into vintage wine, one of them is a teacher, she has a thought, her friends notice, “Lucy, what are you not sharing!”

Who wants to be serious on holiday, few. She wants to hold the thought. She imagines her children, her school children, as bottles of wine. Would it not be great to give them a foundation, rather than, toys that occupy their minds. She is high school, knows the problems facing families. How the mobile has replaced the parent almost, it’s not a popular thought, few will agree, but she is a teacher, and foundations are her core, just like the french wine maker, common sense to make those foundations secure.

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.

is there money in this chuck!

father is dragged in by the police,

abusive behavior report filed,

children involved you serious,

what’s going on charlie,

let’s call in the newspapers,

there’s a runner here i tell you,

and some cash for us afterwards!

human nature got to love it,

there’s a buck there’s a dinner.IMG_5757

Solomon the Light Worker

The light workers light worker, the forgiver of forgivers, the heart that differs, the lightness of being, unburdened by everyday trials, even Jesus found it hard, needing miracles to explain the lot, does it get any clearer, we are light when loving, ever notice the inner feeling, nothing is more important, your loved, then you start wanting, other things, security and all those bits, needs become obsessions, it begins to fall apart, not what it was, you need even more, some lessons are hard learned, maybe it’s why we are all born again,

we are lighters second time around, amen…

along come the demons, masquerading as light, they know your weakness, plenty of bribe stuff, those ideas you have, things they can do, fooling the believers, sucking them into schemes, giving your leaders status and power, addiction that’s fatal for believers, ain’t it easy to see why it went wrong, whatever your creed or knowledge, remember the good Samaritan, it wipes out the selfish instinct, so those who sit in comfort and conceit, there is far more to it that you’ll ever admit, little wonder so much effort into schemes, that create anxiety and fear, amen

Solomon was reminding himself, how the spirit is so easily stressed, when it’s not based on firm foundations, Jesus called St.Peter the rock, the foundation stone for future believers, and are we not wise to remember, there were so many deceivers about, so many who believed in all sorts of idols, and isn’t it strange how they fall, our idols that is, along with our faith in them, when the same people who rise them up, pull them down later, it could not be simpler, amen…IMG_5758ghandhi