Edit Your Head

What do you mean, well, they say behind your back what they are afraid to say to your face, Solomon was reminding himself of the power of Jesus’s and I mean power, his words came with authority, they were not a wish, or stuff you want to happen, they came with the power of His God, the Creator of the universe. Jesus wanted harmony, well being, respect, forgiveness, charity and compassion, well, how else could you enjoy the Father, and the great gift you have been given.

When Pharisee’s annoyed him or were talking about him behind his back, he just reminded them. Say what you like about me, Insult the Holy Spirit, well, that’s the line you can not cross, ever. With it being Christmas, the season for all that is good, well, it’s celebrated for many reasons, but for believers, enhancing the reputation of the Father, is tops. Being a Child of the divine, you have to make the effort, you are called to eternal life after all.

With the blurb flying everywhere, buy this, that, be kind, and the other stuff, what are you going to give me, there was a lot in the heads, along with the mad news from the political world, who could imagine what was going on. So Donald has brought all the dirty laundry to dry cleaners, and there is so much of it, it would remind you of the oceans full of plastic, it’s everywhere. Time to edit the head, without a clean environment, there is no life.

Little Miss

She listens to the old man, he is powerful, has everything she could want, has power, money, and serious wealth, can buy anything he likes, she is enthralled, he can do anything for me if I do anything for him, what is it, she listens, the tales of fantastic wealth, the fashion few can afford, the story, wow, did it really happen, she is listening to every word, I could be like him, he is so intoxicating, he can see the gleam in her eye, knows she is spell bound, putty in his hands, he will pass her around like a rag doll, just another starlet with stars in her eyes, little miss.

All through her life, she can’t grow up fast enough, it’s waiting for her, she becomes his accomplice, encourages others to think the same, the way a deceiver buys what he wants, using others, we are just libertarians, we live life to the full, seize every opportunity there is, live the fast life, and then it’s over, that’s life he told her. Her parents have struggled all through life, she is in a trance, what is his world like. Little miss, the habits she acquires, the more perverse it gets, well, what does it matter, do people really do those things, obviously they do, she is doing what she could never contemplate, years before she was disgusted, now it’s common place, little miss.

Solomon was reminiscing, life was not always like this, but the habits his young friends are being exposed to, was alarming to him, in particular, the vulnerable ones, fodder for the machine, their lives not worth more than toe rags, to those with the power and clout. Imagine it, they lived in guilded homes, had rooms for many, had wealth while the little ones frowned, while lecturing the world, with the skills acquired from script writers, who sold their souls and their talents as well. He wondered how they would reflect, as sure as God was real, their conscience would rise inside them, and leave them all in a living hell.

He saw the cloud, the men in the clouds, miracles, the visit of angels, and so much more, if they needed proof of divine existence, he could provide it, amen.

Sandy Hook Again

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another day of slaughter

your sons and daughters,

medication everywhere,

minds as before,

waiting in expectation,

of Sandy Hook all over,

the warnings ignored,

them guns them guns,

used for simple,

Oregon slaughter,

amen.