Lazarus and Jesus

Lazarus features quite a lot in the life of Jesus. He is in Heaven, he is deemed to have passed, he is brought back to life, and is called a friend of Jesus, lucky Lazarus. Why does it matter, what today. The plane recovers after loosing an engine, those on board prepare for the so called end. The plane lands safely, no injuries anywhere. It’s as if we are being told, never give up believing.

News gets out, Jesus can do what no other can do. Many try to touch his cloak, energy is flowing from Him. Meanwhile, the local religious people are upset.Their complex rituals can’t compare with the simplicity of His teaching.

2021, the year, after the 2020 year of clear vision, so how should those of the religious behave today, in relation to the wonders of all the revelations, that have been coming, like a woman in the throes of child birth, what attitude should they possess. Should they try to force their opinions by stealth, as they tried to do all those years ago, or try a kinder approach,given the Power of the Father, and the need for mercy, on a universal scale.

Would harming the Spirit be a wise activity to engage in. And if so, how would Jesus categorize them. In a nutshell, what sort of Spirit would encourage that activity. Hardly from God, but from man, seems the correct answer.

Terror from the Skies

The alarm sounds, the klaxon, bodies head for the shelters,the lucky ones. Children hold their hands over their ears, the noise too terrifying, the missiles drop on the nameless,while the so called heroes will be the ones we recall, years later, what a movie, amen.

Madness, how the truth is inverted, amen.

The supply of munitions limitless, the missiles drop and drop,until all that is left, ruble.

What is the lesson, amen

No Consequences

Collateral damage, besides those who live there, are ancient, they don’t have a press agent and so their lives don’t matter. The men nod, the presentation, the famine is on the way, the excuses, the men nod again, people die, another voice adds, remember world war two, this village, is only a blip, they have decided to bleach the forest, military style, clearing the way, the native Indians, collateral, we will build schools for their descendants, a laugh in the room, thinking of others, is never for moral reasons, everything is expendable, including the Amazon forest, no consequences.

Networks fighting for control, this is not Mexico, this is business, big cheer in the office, one of them pulls out a bag of coke, the others are amazed, not surprised, they didn’t realize the old man approved, they look at each other, no consequences.

Solomon saw the destruction of Spirit, or more accurately, the dearth of Space, that is if you follow the ancient teachings. He recalls the movie, a good looking woman with the hint of the exotic, is trying to warn the United Nations, about the consequences of the tree cutting in the Amazon, it’s from the eighties, thirty odd years, she reminded him of Jane Fonda, the activist ,no consequences please.

Judging Others

I only buy Gabriel, the look and cut of their range is like no other. The three friends are having afternoon tea, the shopping trip, their first after the lock down, the streets calm, people socially distant, men making room for women, the elderly clearly respected, in fact, its as if the pace of the fifties has been inserted into their heads, they sip tea politely, while pinching little cookies from the platter, the dainty daisies as colorful as the rainbow.

Mary, i don’t think that bun is going to help your waste line. Mary ignores the comment, the bun is dispatched in one movement. Mart dusts her lips. From the covid crisis she learned the power of patience…. to be….

Crime Scene International

You got to be kidding, the angels step under the cordon, the yellow and black tape, the stuff that is erected to keep the public out, while the investigators get to work. Sherlock Holmes investigates, the mystery of the missing Spirit, a member of the public, a concerned man of the Spirit, wanted an independent eye on the scene of the latest crime scene, as old Holmes was not tethered to institutional thinking and was therefore able to think outside the box.

The Spirit had been kidnapped, who else could solve the crime, only the Great Holmes. His chief rival, Moriarty, the evil hound who dogged Holmes all his life, the clear main suspect, as evil was his life work, and the chief of demons his friend. As with all major crimes, the use of outside experts is necessary, particularly, given the global damage caused by the crime, harm to the Holy Spirit.

Solomon read, the background information, the steps leading up to the crime, he watched Holmes examine the scene, focusing on the idols surrounding the scene, taking notes, perhaps making decisions on where the investigation might fruitfully have results, in the short time, and not over the centuries.

Were they plagued with expansion plans, did they accept help from inside traders, were the values watered down, did there arise demons from within. There were many threads that needed investigation. Over zealous perhaps, withholding truths, passing the buck, diverting attention at other faith groups, trying to blame individuals, there was a whole lot of work involved, and there were no easy solutions.

Across the world, the tape had been erected, the population were wearing masks, in case they were caught by the infection, it seems a disease had got into the heart of the faithful, so Holmes imagined, while planning the next phase of the work. Watson, will you get me a guitar tuner that works, Watson sighed, who could figure Holmes out.

No smirk, no sneer, No thief

The company of the Holy Spirit, no threat, no anxiety, no need for oneupmanship, no need to bully, no need to drown the voice, no need to lord over, no need for malice, peace, patience, calm, compassion, empathy, qualities you’d come to expect, from those who believe in the eternal God, nothing complex, no ego as such.

Solomon sighed, the energy of Love, was continually lifting, it never left you feeling drained, heavy hearted or down. In times of crisis, as these times are, a lot of testing of the Spirit, is it the real one, that you have inside, or the man made version full of empty pride.

Jesus taught using stories, so as to allow as many as possible to listen, as he didn’t want anyone to be cut off from his healing words. Knowing the character of man, he saw ahead, how there would be times, when there would be those who misled the people, so he used stories to circumvent them all, it’s really simple sighed Solomon, once you listen.

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Titans Anonymous Announce Extension of Group meetings, as attendances soar?

News on the wire, hot off the press, the insults fly, we get it our way, no one gets in our way, God laughs out loud, I never had this sort of entertainment in years. The Boss looks at the noisy titan, made more noise than anyone else his age, is this how the children get when they begin to loose their marbles, well, when you don’t  get your way, see how they react, Children sighed The Most High, take him away, and for Heavens peace, will you put a gag on his mouth, he is waking the animals.

Solomon read the signs, the changes were being accompanied with Heavenly support, hold firm, and your faith will see you through. Forget the worries of the future, live today, do something life giving, please don’t complain. The numbers were all over the place, pointing towards an eternal destiny, nothing to be anxious about, start today.

Great the number who lived inside their fears, pointing to others, trying to escape the notice of their friends, deflecting blame, anything to get the focus off them. Jesus told the early believers, it’s going to be tough sometimes, but remember this, God the Father and Heaven is real, don’t miss the boat on this on. They looked at him, have faith he replied, a blind man is passing by, can you help he asked of the Great Teacher, the man wakes up with his sight, he just had to believe.

The meetings

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are awesome, around the corner there is a line of well dressed men and women, a child is passing in the other direction, asks his mother, I thought those people never had to wait, is it an Oscar party or something the boy asked. His mother smiled, no darling she said, they have to meet with God, Wow says the boy, it must be important, they are all so well dressed up. The mother sighs, my sweet innocent child, I hope I have reared him well.

Put The Phone Down…

You are taking too long on the phone, she grabs the receiver tight. I said you were too long on the Phone, she grabs the phone tighter. Your not paying for it, we are her father says, she looks at him, she it talking to her friend. Her father wants to use the phone, it’s the only one in the house. Ten minutes later she is off the phone, a pout on her face as she passes her father, whose been waiting all that time.

She is always on the phone, can we do anything to stop this, her father says. Her mother sighs, she is a teenager Jack, they talk all the time. I will get a coin box if this keeps up he says, finding no support from his wife or anyone else.

If your head is full of noise from others trying to communicate with you, how will you have time for yourself, you will spend your time trying to keep up with those to whom you were communicating with, and in the process you will lose your mental abilities, and eventually, your mind will cease to work normally. Solomon sighed, the virus could only be cured by creating space; over the years the flu had become virulent, changeable, and more deadly. Human nature had got weaker too. He recalls the mother giving birth to a daughter in her late thirties, the healthy child is born at six pounds and some ounces. The children she bore in her twenties, were all eight pounds and upwards. are we getting weaker in our selves he wondered. He recalls the prophecy of Esdras; When mother nature tires, her children become weaker.

Put the phone down, it’s all your able to do these days.

legs and Passion

What are you talking about, she looked at him. Does anything come for free in this world, you get what you want, then your nice to me, it’s always conditional. She looks at him, her eyes are droopy, suggestive, he takes the bait. Afterwards she sighs, fool, he is so easily led. The cost of all this persuasion, turning minds and heads. It’s a game. The young girl see’s how the men react, she wants that sort of attention. Solomon sighed, whatever happened to real love, its so long since it’s been sighted, its like an extinct feeling.

He goes to the therapist, explains the issue, they don’t see me as human, they see me as a commodity, i feel bought, a performing circus performer, this is not the life i signed up for. The therapist looks at him, naive poor dear, she will screw him for as many sessions she can get away with. She tells him he is making progress, see you next week, chump she sighs as he closes the door.

Solomon could read her mind, she hadn’t a clue, she was the same as everyone else who exploited the vulnerable, poor choice, no one fools God, legs or passion, it usually starts with the eyes, then the heart, then the shared passion. How we by pass the normal means of communication in this rapidly changing world. At least the signs are creating a new sense of awareness.

Treasure Box