Doubles Dear!

Anyone for tennis, it’s summer, might as well get some exercise, doubles dear, cheaper than the gym, and you are likely to see others, whoever you meet. Stretch the muscles, touch the feet, warm up, it’s not exactly Wimbledon, but you know friends who’ve been there, you promise yourself you’ll visit one year, just to tell the others, that you were there, where ever there is. So many people wear an exterior that bore no relationship to the real self, ask any good homicide detective, the number of psycho’s out there. They can literally smell your fear, cause they have felt it themselves. Like demons, they get to know your habits, can dialogue with you, your hobbies, and the stuff of general interest, in a nutshell, they are living double lives, waiting for opportunity to appear.

The flow of Spirit was an area of intense interest to Solomon, how it is interfered with, the gimmicks used by those of bad intent, hoping to drown or destroy it, in the souls that still had it, those who failed to give up. It was easy to fall in with the power of the day, tell yourself, there was nothing you can do, almost as if you are drowning, just accept it, don’t even try to prevent it. Across the world, there were those vested with Great Spirit, who dealt with the toing and froing of life, the good news and the bad, the opinions of friends, the veritable suitcase of truths, which ones do you choose or believe, or do you pretend. Soaking it up and forgetting it a few minutes later, sounded like good advice, there was no point giving room to gibberish inside yourself, unless it was a comedy you were watching.

He was talking with an old friend, Solomon, that is, be amazed with what Heart Love can do, it brings out the light, it’s that simple. The affirmation arrives again, and again, signs from the heavens, the world is changing, it’s time to be yourselves, the real you, not the doubles partner you pretend to be, amen.

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Why should you write…

It was a valid question, he wrote after all, she was a successful doctor, she was trying to understand him, he sighs, she is his type of woman, she actually listens. He gives her his answer..

“when I wake in the morning, it’s a new day, it’s not a case of the same repeating itself, it’s new each and every time, they eyes may tire, but the scene is a new one, no often how often I see it, a bit like your patients I suppose”

She pauses, trying to get her head around it, she nods.

“I get it, we need to be both listeners and observers at the same time!”

he smiles

“when we write about it, it becomes part of history, written with clear eyes, not fogged, as they say”

The Heat is on….

Pressure, the time to choose, opinions and the principle, the esteem of friends, their words got him elected, now he is their pawn, they were using him all along, you will make a great speaker, people like the sound of your voice, why don’t you get yourself selected, we’ll help of course, the journey he recalls.

He is old now, the early words of pride, they hit him at the right time, at a low ebb, he needed a lift, the work he was doing created walls, he had to lift all the time, then they came and helped him, his so called friends. The first favor was a small ask, just reduce the size of the green area, we can put up more houses instead, he shrugged, didn’t seem much he voted for a new health center to ease the guilt, and they came again, then he wouldn’t budge, the day it all went wrong, the heat was on. No, no he said, that is a step too far, I am not going to promote the casino, the trouble is will cause, can’t you put it somewhere upstate, they nodded no, their lawyer steps forward, Sorry to have to do this John, he opens the envelope lays in on the table, the images are stark and clear, he coughs puts his glasses on, Atlantic City has never been the same since, the heat was put on.

He is eighty plus, years have passed, he has grandchildren, he can’t let them find out, it would ruin them, their careers, his credibility would be in the thrash, how is he going to keep it all intact, they have crucified others, now they want to buy his son, his

replacement.

Solomon sighed, the league of demons, they never give up, they worship the price tag and nothing else, if only they would listen, heavenly Spirit was pouring out, signs from the Great Father of Heaven and Earth, their demon counterparts in those places, had lost, the Spirit was free to roam to places they never expected, there was no need for the righteous to worry, the heat was on the demons and no one else.

Up or Down….

Did it matter, they were watching from the shadows, the coins in their pocket jingle, reminding them, there was more where that came from, eyes that pierce. He held the audience, they listened to his words, there was only one of him, they were plenty, how was he able to do it, they were getting angrier by the day, as he stole their claim on them.

Solomon was watching the old clint movie, the “pale rider”, the community miners, and the big business interest, and the conflict. As they stood together, they were strong, alone you were vulnerable, same as a woman on a late night street unlit, there is a threat. In the world of image, where appearances count for so much, did it really matter, where you came from, so long as you stood together. It was the sign of the believers, they did not make comparisons between each other, they worked on helping each other.

It made the actions of Jesus all the more remarkable, under constant threat, he beleived in the Father, and they were not able to do anything.

Her Freedom, where she asks!

The freedom she is allowed, there is so much so see, it is as if she has been given her sight back,  as well as her dreams,  a far cry from the desert she had once lived. She still remembers the smell of the goats, dung burning in the fire, and the drought. Rescued, she was one of the luckier ones, apart from what they did to her down there, she shakes with fear every time the memory hits, who were these men.

In the Name of God and the prophet they said, he must have been a butcher then, who would do that, only someone cruel and resentful. In the bright light, she has found a new home, among the so called infidels, and she has never been happier. Being able to walk along the street, say hello without having to worry. The fear they sowed into so many hearts, it was not God they worshiped, it was something else.

Her voice can listen to the new sounds, her heart dreams, she is not afraid of her thoughts, she can do things she never did before, and her way of life, so much better as well. Her sisters still live there, her dream is to free them too. The fear they encountered when a stranger came to visit, the fear of opening your mouth, the fear of looking into the eyes of someone, the dreading, the death of the Spirit inside. The books they wrote, were not close to the truth, more an exercise in entertainment, they wear black all the time.

Solomon was putting words on an ugly truth, how Spirit was strangled to death in many hearts, voices squashed, the same way, Spirit was sucked out of so many lives, by the religiously chaste; if it was their intention to appeal to God, it was more an appeal to demons instead, did they not understand how to love!

He was in the middle of a war zone, a peace maker of sorts. The religious of his own family, doing their utmost to curb the loving spirit, based of course, on the intellectual thinking of the religious of course, who daily put mill stones around the necks of so many. There only agenda, was to curtail those that did not agree with them, nothing more. And they had allies, many of them. He was writing it to remind himself, they were not very Godly in mind whatsoever, it was an organisational thing with them, nothing more, and reverence for God Most High was far from their actions.

In the meantime, his Friends from the east were being urged to act, in wisdom. The amount of annoying behaviour that can be tolerated has reached its limit, in the face of divine blessings, and He was calling on all the Holy Prophets, to petition God Most High, as there was not much more that could be tolerated. His enjoyment of Spirit, had been curtailed due to their lack of giving while they spied, and harm had accrued on so many occasions, unnecessarily so, and he found this totally unforgivable, so he was sending it up, along with the plight of all the love trapped in so many hearts, on account of their inactions. His word was online, his efforts were known, they had one concern, to perpetuate the past, nothing had changed in fact, amen.

 

They ought to have been removed, amen. Solomon makes his petition in the Name of Jesus Christ, prayers and petitions made in his name are heard in the Heavens above, the greatest truth of all, amen, when from the heart that loves. He saw so many signs too, ask in the Holy Name, it’s exactly what he’d done.

The young women trapped in the desert, their voices and pleas were being heard… the story continues…..

The Older Generation

How can they cope she said, it’s all credit, the two friends were sitting in a cafe, retirees, their usual afternoon chat, one of the grand children was immersed in debt, so the friend shared. He sighed, the older of the two, I don’t know what has them this way. He recalls the odd jobs he did in college to survive, he goes on, he is a retired doctor. She nods, instant everything these days, she nods, a woman crosses the street, the boob job, they can’t be real, he smiles, I noticed a few all right, the older generation.

Example, was the same as it ever was, followed. Solomon wondered did they notice the signals they were giving out. It wasn’t anything personal, it never is, till it reaches your door, then the great wish I thought differently moment. He was recalling the chat with the old friend, they talked a few yards as they strolled, about the energy of certain places, why there was a depth of sadness in certain towns and places, depression sighed Solomon, not like the old days, when they used to talk. Listening to the older generation was wisdom in action.

if only they listened to Mosses and hadn’t worshiped the golden calf, maybe that was a future lesson, and a warning to all of us, from the older generation, amen.

Unsure of Yourself

Jeans are high, the T shirt, she glimpses in the mirror, okay, need to do the

high lights again, she in on her way to meet her friends, they are always comparing, then again, when were we any different. Solomon sighed, the three flowers walked ahead of him, three flowers form the garden, a tulip a rose and and a daffodil, each different from the other. What was wrong with being different; If the Garden needed an awareness of color, there was no way they could all look the same.

The day reminded him, Jesus and the old controllers, the rules they passed on, the rituals they encouraged and spread, habits of the religion, not the habits of God. he wasn’t complaining, just reminding himself, what was inside you was what counted in the end. So if unsure of yourself, just ask youself this, What would Jesus say; Solomon smiled, it is going to be okay.