The world needs a bit more Kindness and Compassion — Purplerays

“The Little Boy and the Old Man Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.” Said the old man, “I do that too.” The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.” I do that too,” laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, “I often cry.” The old man nodded, “So do I.” […]

via The world needs a bit more Kindness and Compassion — Purplerays

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Run Run Run

Shrieking, screaming, shattered emotional woman runs down her long drive, her petunias have been stolen and her life has been destroyed. Mobile in hand she phones the police, they are private, they arrive in minutes.

Mrs B, what is wrong, one of them asks. He puts an arm on her shoulders, comforts the lady, “so what is the matter Mam,”

my petunias, my petunias she points, to the hole in the ground, they are gone. Her award winning flowers, the ones she was going to enter in the show (be dramatic).

Five minutes away, a child lies hungry in the Ghetto. so much for Mrs B’s petunias, amen.

Tony Soprano and the Jury

That’s not how it works, it’s different, the men are arranged around a table, it’s judgement day and the news is not as expected, a twit found the funding and made a movie about the commencement of the Vietnam war, it’s released the same day as the  men with canes and worn walks have to attend a special hearing of the heavenly commission, the life they lived is being weighed up. On account of the authority they yielded, they are seen as high value persons.

Everyone is treated the same, whether your a made man or not!,  Tony adds with a half smile, and points at each one of them; you all had a hand in this man made mess, so what do you have to say for yourselves. An old man opens his mouth when his dentures fall out, his jaw continues shaking as he tries to put the dentures back in. The old geezer sitting next to him says “why don’t you try super glue, that way they’ll never fall out!”

This is serious says big Tony, there is only so much; a room load outside awaits the decision, the minions of these once powerful men.

So what have you to say about yourselves?

Old Alfred turns to George, “I told you we should never have got rid of Kennedy!”

What’s Kennedy got to do with this asks Tony, who is the Heavenly district attorney, he senses an even bigger scalp.

“Kennedy, a peace loving Irish dumb ass, what does he know about business except for his Father who bought it for him!”

Unhinge Me….

The old man warned him in advance, “well Paddy I am a surprise for them if that’s the case!”, Solomon listened to his old friend, in his 80th year, pass on the wisdom, he said it again. The old man had heard the stories about the demons, had proof few knew about. Solomon listened carefully. The one thing he didn’t tell the old man, the visit of the great spirit, he was setting a trap for them.

Them were now flying across the Atlantic with no cargo door on the plane, the hinges on the door having failed; Solomon had prayed, let they become victims of their own treachery, amen.

Finding Love

I found it, I found it, the eureka moment, it was there all the time, i just didn’t have the time to notice. It could not be bought in the store, ordered online, stored in the garage, hung in the closet, it only existed when you created some, it was as living as the air. Once she accepted this, she found love everywhere she went, how simple she sighed, finding love could not be simpler. Finding a reliable man, well that was galactic by comparison, amen. She put on her make up, a few strands of hair were off center, her lipstick smudged, so what, he’ll think, what does it matter what he thinks, wasn’t that the problem all along, seeking in others what we already have ourselves, approval.

Can you imagine it!

It all began with words, what was your dream she asked, dream, what dream, he was struggling to stay afloat, and she mentioned dreams, what was going on. She shook her head, he didn’t understand, perhaps life had weighed him down, his spirit overcome with worry and the daily dose of anxieties fed to everyone. Some could handle it, most got over it, others felt powerless before it, few were able to sow in it. The burden wasn’t a burden, it appeared that way, the way it always appears when the spirit is dampened down, you can’t do anything about it, look at you, what have you got, nothing!.

Solomon reflected on the burdens, not that he was burdened himself, but he was aware of the depth of sorrow in many lives, how that Spirit inside was tampered with, how people were often made to feel undeserving. You have to dream it, then believe it, it was the price of freedom, you just had to imagine it. As we filled the world with strong loving positive and wise thoughts, the world got well, Spirit got the lift it needed, Loving Spirit rose, and with it Rose the influence of God Most High in positive ways. Love is never controlling when it is real, it inspires and encourages, it is not doom ridden and planted in the past, it lives every day, you just have to imagine it.

To see the real Holy Spirit, to know that God Most High was real, to allow it become part of you, and how it transforms

lives around you, that was all you needed to know, if only you can imagine it. amen.

Got Nothing

He shakes his head, stays outside the shop, his friends go in, he watches, their father gave them money, his mother can’t afford it, she’s on allowance, his father, he rarely see’s him, got nothing. The jeans are designer, she coo’s over them, high on the hips, her friend is lucky, her father is a lawyer, they can afford them, the stuff she would do, just so she could wear them, got nothing to trade, only her skin. The mirror is overdosed, has seen so many reflections and poses, cutie, sly, sexy, serious, mean, devious, drugged, but in the end, there’s nothing, they fade. What lasts for ever and what is temporary, it was the old scripture. He’d a friend, a small friend in a corner, and it had been tough, coping without a father, a world bent on social networking, it was not easy growing up, even the games they play, thumb twiddling, and a host of older ones addicted to the adult world and the threat it carried. Avoiding the weirdo’s was not easy, so many heads already filled with stuff only horror writers used to conceive. At least his friend would develop character, and that was something. In suffering or sacrifice, there was the chance of developing, so if he thought he got nothing, he was getting something, just didn’t realize it, amen. AND, he had a host of angels looking over him, got nothing, think again smiled Solomon, the existence of God Most High was no longer a doubt, and there was more to come, amen.