The button on the machine is depressed, a message is sent across the world, your response to an appeal, a conscience effort to lend a hand, the lifting of a spirit, the guidance of a friend. The world is border less when it comes to friends, same can be said as regards to love, the same Spirit exists that has existed for all those years. It was and is the promise of Jesus, God is in you, yes, God is in you, and it’s why the body of Christ is made up of all those combined spirits, it’s not about one, it’s about becoming one with love, border less. and when that happens, miracles and blessings become a flow, in response to that effort to love. Solomon was reading the news, nurture the spirit, as he did, he saw a bunch of smiling children play effortlessly, no fear no anxiety no stressed glances, no squint eyed gazes, no hard looks, an openness, the heart flowing. The picture he saw, reminded him of what an old writer now deceased had once said. He was a survivor of the death camps, don’t let them steal your spirit and reduce you to nothing. Added together, Great Spirit is all of us. In 2017, if there was one thing we ought to do, it was simply this, make that great spirit stronger. If you do, all of us will live in a safer world, amen.
It was that time of year he smiled, well, sighed, when a wish could be made and a prayer said, an interesting thought, Solomon had the arch enemy in mind, the demon minded. At a time of great celebration, he often showed up, disrupting family gatherings, trying his best to run amok, creating disharmony in the families, putting them off ever gathering together again, won’t go through that again! Solomon’s wish was a little bigger. what if many souls prayed that wish, the silencing of the demon, and what it would achieve, lasting peace. He’d dinner with close family, and the senior was feeling unwell, complained of a problem of two. An hour later, they all parted with large smiles on their faces, and no complaints. The demon silenced, talk was of all that was good, a start, amen.
uneducated, mind controlled, a robot, believes it, his only family, they have a hypnotic nature, demons no less, a cult in another form, users of vulnerable, target them when they are sensitive and in need. Solomon encountered angels, there were many working undercover, trying to undermine the tactics of demons.
How would you like to go on a trip, he’s all excited, it’s a gathering of believers, the bomb is hidden in his rucksack but he doesn’t know, a gift he is told. he waltzes in relaxed, the bomb blows, there is blood. Solomon was writing the prayer, ungodly, hated filled, they needed to be stopped, and at the sensitive times they struck, mosques, holy grounds, churches, it was all planned, in places of prayer. There was nothing of God about them, hear the prayer. The picture of the young woman, her life destroyed, wasn’t it time to put an end to this terrible waste, amen.
dressed up to the nines, will he like me she sighs, has the chemical attraction, see the way he looks at me, wow, and the way he smiles, is it love she smiles adjusting her make up, another reason to be optimistic. The dance starts, he moves closer, drops a bunch of bills on her lap, she moves in closer, he is loving it, well,she’s seen him before, is a regular customer, is it love she sighs, siding in closer, do you want to look at that, he sighs, move closer baby, is it love she smiles. The evening drifts on, they go behind the curtain and get it on. then he leaves, she gets dressed, has the money to pay the rent, she’s just a toe rag, but for awhile she was in love, what’s wrong with that. looking for love in the strangest of places. Solomon recalled an evening, the dead expression, a trafficked woman, dressed up, or down, traded like a car, moved from town to town, her heart wringing inside, worn and feeling hopeless, they even have her child.
across the world, women were being traded in such fashion, from the prime centers of commerce, to the streets of Rome, and it was carried on regardless. turn them into babbling fools these men, their backers and friends, amen. it was Christmas time after all, and as he said to a friend, ask just for a little bit more, please he said, amen. hope he prayed.
fears, anxieties, the gentle reminder, the TV show, the next anniversary, the promotion, did you see how she got ahead, did you, the demons, all slivers of resentment, together they form a bullet. You mean you didn’t attend the service, what did you donate, your poor, i get it, poor bastard, demons, always measuring people, is there any worth in you, no point invading your life, demons, they have to have something to feed on. Solomon wondered how they must have thought, when Jesus, said, No
No to the demons and they ran for it, demons are not that brave, are they, confront them and they run, problem was so many got a free ride. It was coming up to Christmas, and there were so many if’s and but’s about, if only this, if only we had that, if only. Then there was pure faith, the stuff that is useless to demons, once you pitch in the Faith camp, He sends the Helpers, how simple is that, amen.
A handful of observers in Vietnam, a desire for a more open America, a disdain for the so called experts, and an appreciation and time for his Children, and then a bullet to the head, after which there was an unleashing of a plot, aimed at controlling our very world. How many years ago, this very evening, on the eve of that eventful trip,
he was sitting down with his children, whom he adored, a real family man, not an organisational flunk, whose only desire was power, had a deep disregard for the lobbyists, and thought that all presidential contenders should be state funded, given a budget to fight it out, leading to a better form of democracy. In the meantime, the arms industry flourished, the nuclear threat gathered force, and righteous leaders across the world were got rid of, all in his absence. Warned the world in a variety of ways, and what do we have, 54 years after his murder, a world on the brink. The men behind his murder, have left a legacy many never could get over, but at least JFK, left us with the hope, there are actually people who think there is a better way, amen.
He side steps, doesn’t notice her, doesn’t notice her eyes, if she smiles, the frowns, way she dress’s, nothing, he notices nothing at all, he’s programmed, a robot, she has nothing he wants, she’s in the way. He stares across the counter, wonders what he needs, will he buy her a gift, will he buy some wine, will he, well if he wants something he usually gets it, that’s his way. Modern successful man with ambition, everyone is in his way, can charm as good as Donald, builds up the network, works it day by day, if you are of use to me, well that’s the way the world operates he says, all busy just don’t get in my way. his relationships, they have never been successful, his children tell him what to do, his wife threatens to divorce him regularly, she’s got a good job doesn’t need his support, but he brings out the thrash and is warm on those long cold winter nights, no wonder, he wants it his way, some of the time.
looking for an excuse, you will be blinded by the options, there are so many who just want to blame someone, someone just as you, and me, and him and her, Donald
trump if you are a democrat, Hillary if your the other side, God if your an insincere prayer, it’s just one big circus out there. Solomon was reading an article, the outrage at what, last years hurricane victims forgotten, the fifty million killed in world war two, faintly a memory now. It starts with beginnings, and today was and is, the beginning, amen.