Daphne Carauna Galizia

Journalist is blown to bits, investigating off shore corruption, and pay off, her death is reported, it’s another truth seeker cut down, during a week when the sexual interests of Hollywood’s elite comes into focus. Movies open our minds, they blur us, entertain us, and when it’s run it’s course, it’s replaced. Heroic journalist identifies theft, is aware how corruption steals from the poorest first, so she spends her life doing something about it. Every day, a new actress come forward, fills the airwaves. each day they get braver, more stories. All the while, the story of Daphne is pushed to the side. They all have accountants telling them, off shore is where it’s at, it’s legal and 100% safe, no walls, sound proof till death almost. So that’s where you stash the cash. The accountant is a Hero for giving them such great advice. The powerful and the elite hide the wealth in these places, tax wise, they don’t want attention drawn to this murky form of theft. They don’t want a repeat of the panama papers, who needs a global investigation into this legal form of theft.

Solomon imagined the time, when the off shore practices were banned entirely. That time was coming faster than a H

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Surviving Harvey!

The weather man called, Harvey is on the loose and he is coming after us, scary. Hurricane time, a whiplash of energy, felt in places far and wide. You don’t mean the other Harvey, what, the other Harvey, he sighs:

“that’s as old as the bible almost”

what do you mean by that jack she asks, a hammer in her hand, she is about to batten down the windows, she wants none of Harvey getting in. Another nail should do it, she flicks the hammer, and with new England determination hits it in the head, won’t be able to tear that one.

“what’s as old as the bible” she asks, a little exhausted from her efforts. Can you get me a glass of water dear. Great woman he sighs, she’s been with him for over thirty years, and it still feels like the first time, every day he wakes up. Do you want ice with that, no answer. She’s reading an article from the New York Express, a recent new start up. In it’s efforts to gain readers, it has sensationalized the Harvey Weinstien story, has interviews with thirty of the so called victims, so it claims, much of it made up. But in the aftermath of the scandal that is no surprise, everyone knew since the time of Marilyn what was going on, from President Kennedy to Sam the mafia head.

“be nice to the man honey he can make your career” advice the agents give regularly, to their new clients list when it comes to interview

This is terrible she says, as he places the glass on the reading table beside her. Her fingers are drumming up and down on the hammer, playing an imaginary tune.

“it all goes back to the way women were described all those years ago, even the fundamentalists take advantage of this, the religious fundamentalists that is.”

She shakes her head, what do you mean she asks. Is she being naive he wonders, he smiles. He knows her too long, she just loves hearing explanations and how it all ties in with the past.

“woman is the servant of man, and must do what the man asks”

who said that she asks.

Marriage rules of old dear, glad you are a twenty first century woman dear.

But that is the opposite to what Jesus said about it, he said men and women were equal, how did so many get it wrong.

That’s my point darling, don’t blame Harvey, it’s purely old habits passed on. This is going to be a gold fest for lawyers everywhere from what I am reading.

The Chase

A waltz that never ends till the last breath leave you, the story of your life the start, the care, the nurture, the ageing, the disabilities and the truth of who you are, the chase. Life is more than this, have you often spun those words around in your head, there has to be more than this, it’s a phrase so many have spoken, what is it that we are living for. What is the role of your existence, it’s the billion dollar question so many want the answer to, who are we.

Fulfillment comes in many guises, the house is not big enough and my libido sucks, if i had a younger partner and a larger house, then i might be happy. Wasn’t it a paradox, the more you are of this world the more disappointing it becomes. Spiritual faith was the anchor to keeping your feet on the ground. It promoted a certain way of thinking, and it decided how you treated others, it was not complicated, it certainly wasn’t a chase for worldly riches.

You are old and you need medical assistance, you didn’t pay enough insurance, and you discover you now can’t access it. The world according to the material, and the world according to the Spiritual, one could invoke the help of God Most High, the other could invoke the help of men, one was free choice, the other came with a price. Solomon had a meeting with a non believer, a sturdy non believer, practical. He didn’t share the faith, but then again he could not imagine the experience.

There is calm in the house, there is no demon running in and out, the voices are soft. In a matter of days, the world had calmed. We are top of the tree when it comes to using free will, we can decide to alter our ways any day we chose. When addicted to the material, you can see the hardship that means, no peace of mind, and conditions on everything we do. To make ourselves feel good we compare others to ourselves, at least we are not like those.

A movie is showing and it’s all about life and death, and the consequences of harm and the dreadful punishments that occur. In the early times, they tied the man to the chair, and burned him with electricity, the same power that keeps the kitchen working. Gross they say, how could they act that way. Solomon sighed, in some places they behead people, chop the damn thing off, it sounded as if it was something real bad, it was how it was said.

The chase, what did you think of the Islamic Faith, what did you think of the christian faith, what did you think of the Jewish faith, what did you think of all these groups, many in conflict over the same question, who is God, or what is God, where to find God, a chase. The flowers came in many colors, the birds too, all nature was different, but it all supported the same living environment. Who why or what, if you believed, you were the good Samaritan, amen, the simplicity of Jesus, chase over.

You Believe Do you!

The parables, the wisdom spoken, the great wonders, miracles, the early prophets, and the newer ones, the effort to attend church, synagogue or mosque, those that simply gather in their homes, the continuous mantra, In Jesus we believe, then the reactions, to anyone who disagrees with you, was it not free will from the beginning. Many used the Holy Name, while the Name was used as action and deed, not simply the mention of it, without action faith was worthless, faith making itself known, only in actions. Storms turned back, divine help, how could you access it, unless you really believed, amen.

In a time of great change, it was a great time to re adjust ones thinking, imagine it, there really is a God Most High, what difference will that make to your life, amen

Don’t Blame Donald

The easy target, the big smile, the wealth, the power, the outspoken, the trouble with North Korea, the sexualization of the world, the permanence of God, where do we stand. We do not agree with what our parents tell us, we learn from experience, but one thing you can’t ignore, the lump under the carpet became a mountain, and now we have to deal with all of it. Some call it unfortunate, some call it a disgrace, tell that to the fish that swims in the dirty ocean, things have to change, don’t blame Donald, listen instead. 24 trillion off shore, banks using software to steal legally, one day is has to end, amen.

The lamb

 

he shares easily and she knows it, he’s the lamb on the table, he is the meal at the end of the day, whoever provides the resources wins all the accolades, the reaction to the doner as temporary as an umbrella on a rainy day, once the rain is over there will be no use for it, once the money is gone the same reaction will be disappointing again

, the lamb never knows until they have him, and then he is gone. Life is like that sighed Solomon, impatience then assistance then deliverance from what there was, depends where you lie at the moment, are you a farmer or are you just another ram. The expression was a surprise, it wasn’t something unexpected, but the mask fell from the face, he could see clearly behind it, this was not a place for lambs, neither was the city for the new arrival or the refugee.

society was layers of folks, each trying to get to the next level, once the resources were secure, they were no different to those they complained about, it was something human and it was not very humanizing, amen. The face of the deceiver, could be a lamb one moment a demon the next, did everyone change as soon as the situation improved, the only thought more of the new lets forget about where we came from, was that it, amen.

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