Our First Date.. OFD for short, put it into your smart phone quick!

The expression on her face was unnatural, he didn’t think it looked human, well, that was no surprise, they met on the dating app, fix me now, he hadn’t seen one of those for awhile, what planet are you from he asked, her lips were on her eyebrows, her jaws wider than her head, was she a serpent or a giant whatever, he could not make it out, but she sure enjoyed herself, however, he wasn’t going to call that number again. Then what was normal, normal, how could anyone change so fast in the space of a few seconds, then he recalled the magic of child birth, odd comparison, but there was no closer example.

The cocaine is on toilet top, the other executives hear the noise, any for me they ask, you have your own he shouts. What are we going to do with the bitch, they refer to the boss, what a dose of bad luck, a woman in charge, they had to pretend for so long, with the guys in charge, there was no limits at all.

What a drama, you could buy powder anywhere, but honest to good home grown, no where to be found, who were they fooling, amen. Jimmy buys the quarter, at twelve he is the oldest, the others will share the head wrecking stuff, well, when  they saw what the adults were doing on line, they could hardly believe it, and if that was considered normal, a little weed couldn’t do all that harm, well, they were not trying out the stuff they were seeing, every second page, the same stuff, how big, how long, how often, the bang, very Un Jesus like, well, the teacher never mentioned that stuff in the olden times, maybe it’s a reference to Pompeii or something.

The contradictory messages, pull the big weeds, remove the demons, remind them, he looked out the window, the sun was doing what it always did, he just had to write it. He didn’t get annoyed, just a little fired up, the fish were jumping, the human atmosphere chaotic, a lot of movement, time to catch a few nice ones, well, they say it’s the best time to fish, and Solomon was not going to miss the opportunity, amen.

 

We can’t allow that stuff online, self harming, the other guys laughs, he was watching some serious bondage stuff the night before, if self harm had any meaning, then bondage must be the cherry on top, imagine, paying to get beat. Violence is a turn on, for far too many it seems. The geek with the smile and executive Jet, explains, well, if you have the money you can buy it, and no one gets hurt he emphasizes, goes on to explain he has a doctor and entire medical team in the room next door, in case it goes too far, and this is the human world….

Jesus flailing a whip, what did they think of this stuff, Solomon

encountered angels, servants of God, saw them in shapes, the Spirit itself, the picture from above, and so many other experiences, all said the same thing, reform, well, it was reforming, first you have the news, the outing of the characters, and then the better understanding begins to occur, just don’t loose the plot, he could hear the sigh of relief, how else do you get heard these days!.

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The Vocation

He is lying across the bed, in his PJ’s, a side table, on it a new Glock, the equalizer as he calls it, since he took up his vocation,  a hit man for the mafia. He is pondering, it’s a few hours before the assignment; it shouldn’t a difficult, the target has no protection; he is just another noisy environmentalist, a planning artist, he objected to a new development that threatened the water supply in his town, a bit like JFK when he was slow to embrace war, he was in the way. Room service he sighs as he swings off the bed, and pats his way to the en suite. Professional, he always likes to look good, it also helps. Well dressed types rarely arouse suspicion till it’s too late. Over the years he has liquidated a few, his vocation as he calls it, the only spirit he needs, the cash fountain that gushes the same way the blood gushes from his victim, that’s his thrill, money.

The world of God, the times of Jesus all those years ago, spell a different thrill, and a bounty at the end, that is simply beyond belief, a world based on love empathy and sharing, where there is plenty, it requires Spirit of the loving kind, intangible, you can never own it, you have to pass it on, your responsible for it, a minder.

Solomon looked at the empty church; it was over a hundred years old. He wondered how many knees had knelt at the pews, the knees, the prayers said. Years before he saw the pictures, full houses everywhere, fifty years later, they are close to despair, half empty even on the busy days, vocation. What happened in the intervening period, to cause such a flow in the other direction; they forgot about the Spirit he supposed, and thought they were running a business.  He sighed, that is easy to fix, amen.

 

The Soul Train

you mean all that stuff is true he asked, the soul train is a connection of all the working souls, joined together in purpose, they can do amazing things, it’s been a fight, trying to persuade people to accept the wisdom of God. The young boy looked at the old man, he was haggard and worn, the night was cold and the hour was closing in. On his way back from the store, he encountered the lively man with the light eyes. The boy stopped, the old man was seated on a bench, was shivering from the conditions, another long night and the hope of tomorrow, a maybe.

Where you going to stay for the night he asked? The old man smiled, i’ll find a place, on the soul train replied the boy. They made their way down the street, there was a shed out the back, it was neat and free from the chill, it won’t matter spoke the boy, who told the old man it was going to be fine, he might even be getting a bowl of soup. A blanket, a pillow, a space for the night, the soul train continued that evening, in the heart of the boy that cared. When did you meet me Lord, it was the question everyone would be asked, amen.

The Blues

Tomorrows news gives you the blues, so switch off the TV and do something new, you will suddenly feel better energetic as well, I’m not referring to south park and the shows that do something for you, but the bland and continuous yawn of desperate panic, that is forgotten until they come up with something new, tense voices concerned angst despair and worry, can’t you hear it in the voices and the way they speak to you, well tomorrow it will mean practically nothing just filled you with something blue, tranquillising your good instincts and changing your good mood, mind gamers they are called it’s nothing to get excited about, it’s just that they are passing on a form of evil to you, and your children have got the habit and every parent in the world is aware of this cause it’s true, one little detail that might change this policy of deception and control, is the news of God Most High and how it’s making him blue, seriously and I mean seriously it’s not a matter of strange imagination, for when the lives of the new life is being interfered with so readily, I assume it’s not going to be tolerated if you have seen the view, picture in the sky a real time image of a real time God, it’s there to remind the mind gamers and those that they serve, that a certainty of divine justice awaits them and it’s encouragement for those who are true.

I’ve encountered the Holy Spirit a whirlwind of an experience, seen the faces in the clouds and the stars that move in concert, and when children do not have the space in their heads it leads them to a different expectation, than the one imagined when life came into me and you, amen.Image

Christmas- part three

God exists, and we are living in a time of Babylonian expectations, science has yet to accept this, even though, it has yet to create a new seed, it never produced a new one without using reference to an original creation. This can be proved, but we don’t have time for such petty differences. The picture of the man in the sky  should be a call for global change. Muslim, Christian, or whatever, we are all on this path, love is the foundation of all our lives, and God is Love. Hopefully by the time you get to the end of my rambling thoughts, you will want to improve the way you love, thus allowing for a better future for every single one of us. Wouldn’t it be nice if we all got on, and rose above the bigotry that divides us, bigotry that is manufactured for us by the various spin doctors and propagandists throughout the universe, active daily. Imagine what would have happened in Germany in 1939 had the propaganda artists and munitions manufacturers not been able to influence public opinion, 50 million dead six years later. Lest you imagine that what I say is complete gibberish, pause a moment and imagine the secret groups actively planning war in the middle east and elsewhere and the consequences for the rest of us and the shady corporations who support them financially because money is their religion, not love. Recently, we have had a stay, where wise men and women, through meeting and discovery of each others situation, potentially avoided a nuclear war. We also have a list of miraculous events, weather changes, economic changes, social changes, and even, the appointment of a Pope from the most unlikely of places, and his own admittance of the skulduggery going on in supposedly Christian places.

There are many similar to him, in all of the other religions too, it’s not one being better than the other, and now, the image of the man in the sky, a direct reference to a happening, of the days of God Most High’s time for checking in on us, (it’s described in the bible). It’s never been a better time, to put into practice, our loving abilities, being the time of Advent, Christmas time, and explaining it, to all and sundry.

I was taken from a few death defying situations, became born again actually, witnessed the divine and miraculous, formed a good and hopefully, improving relationship, with God Most High, requested wisdom, got it, requested warnings, got it, requested real in your face proof, got it, and put it into writing, done it. Children, the world over, deserve so much more, that what we have provided for them, and our BABYLONIAN attitudes, are going to be given, a repeat performance, unless we turn this tide around. I have been visited by wise people and women, God sent, and am of the belief, that we came to the abyss, and managed to step back. The out pouring of Love, that is occurring in many places, this Advent season, needs to be repeated, from here on. The lives of your children depend upon it. Many evil individuals, and their coterie of supporters, are being demobilised by subtle means, through Heavenly interventions, God’s last actions I imagine, and I have imagined seriously well. It’s Christmas time, lets ensure we make it Christmas time every day, from here on, amen.

 

 

 

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Alfred The Turkey

Ho ho ho it’s Christmas time again,

It’s cold but the food is getting better,

Something good is happening he feels,

Everyone is smiling and giving him feed,

Rubbing his feathers watching him grow,

I could get used to this he smiles,

Gobbling all he can cause it pleases,

Well they might stop feeding me you see,

Dinner lunch even tea this is too much,

Gobble thanks gobble all he wants,

Alfred feels he’s a celebrity now,

They even decorated the house for me,

Gobble gobble Alfred is soon in trouble,

Where are they taking me it’s dark here,

Lights action a swift chop head off,

Alfred the celebrity turkey passed on,

He got used to an unsustainable diet,

Hope, Alfred’s great disappointment.