The Children Ring the Bells

Not so dumb anymore, the children are saying what the adults are up to, the trees are talking to each other, the oak says to the birch, there is help out there, here that young girl, from Sweden, I thought they sing over there says the birch, the oak shakes his ears, you been listening to too much AbbA, aren’t we supposed to listen says the small birch, the oak nods, there is a breeze. His home is a home for many friends, problem is someone wants a new set of furniture. every time he hears a chainsaw, it’s the same fear a human fears, when they hear the door open in the middle of the night, when you are expecting no one, you shrivel with fear. The oak has had a few close calls, he remembers the tree hugers, the good humans who formed a ring of safety around him the day the chainsaw men arrived. Not all humans are bent on destruction. They have an addiction for money, and are willing to do anything to get it, the worst addiction in the world, dumb, they can print that stuff they call money.

Oak smiles, birch leans over, what are you smiling at, oak looks down on birch, have you not been listening, birch is too immersed in himself to notice, he is as fearful as a cow on the way to the killing shed, it’s going to happen soon, one way or the other, death, oak is just trying to cheer him up. Help is on the way, I can hear voices says Oak, birch stiffens his leaves, you are hallucinating again. Damn says Oak, did you not read the news, the children of the world are getting real upset, they won’t let their parents get away with it no more, inaction. Remember the name, Greta Thunberg, she will encourage thousands, millions even, and when the children scream, the Heavenly Father listens, they haven’t let him down, the message will get heard, it’s how you get a reputation where it matters, you get trusted. Sure says Birch, his tension beginning to ease.

Solomon sighed, the wisdom of God will be shown through children, and they will make fools of the so called wise. Its’ an important issue, in a world that sells cynicism and hate, the death of the Child within, as if the demons thought they could get away with it, not in a thousand years, amen. He thinks of his sisters and brothers, he tried to show them, that asking the father for help had a very large meaning, but growing up, they forgot the lessons of old. Maybe now, they will get to understand, thanks to Greta Thunberg, and many like her.

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Wandering Star

Jesus was a wandering Star, and as he said to his apostles, that Spirit he carried was never going to have a rest, it is eternal in other words. Sometimes, the way is misleading, the signs are not as clear as some people suppose, what do those ancient words mean, and what happens when the so called experts get it wrong, and put a very mean meaning on words that are meant to include everyone who wants to believe. It’s a thorny issue, and given the happenings during Holy Week, we seem to be getting reminders. The message hasn’t changed, but the container it seems has to be redesigned. Well, Solomon encountered the Spirit, not the man made stuff you use to get drunk on, but the one you are supposed to get inspired on. There was no pride in the visit, but an lot of responsibility.

The sky too was showing the intention of divine intervention lately, as Ezra says, when the moon and the sun appear in the Sky together, it’s a moment of awakening.. Men and mad made devils were going to have to account for themselves, and that day is getting closer. Before the orchestra sings again, before the singers get the tune, it’s time to get the meaning right. Solomon wasn’t earning plaudits, he was telling it as it is. Well the Spirit does not make mistakes, but demons do try to conceal great truths, they being fully aware of the damning truth.

Solomon sighed, it’s easy to be fooled by men, and those that supposedly believe can easily hide among men, we have been warned. how often have we been dragged along and told a certain truth only to find out later it was all a farce, created to deceive and confuse, the war in Vietnam and so many other events, presented to assume the aggressors were the countries invaded. Years later you find the truth, no comfort for the victims. Real believers don’t let their fellow believers suffer, they don’t sit in castles and lecture the world, while getting the plaudits of their friends. Pharisee’s do that, as Jesus pointed out continually, don’t be deceived, amen. If Jesus said the Son of Man was not going to find a permanent home, he had many things on his mind, apart from the struggle the Spirit would have to endure. He wanted to encourage us to hang in, the promise he made, the helper will come along.What did he say about the way they treated the prophets, has all that much changed, lets hope it has.

So think of your life like a wondering star, on the move, don’t get caught by the old chestnut, how am I going to get through this. Jesus had to leave the Apostles regularly to find space to listen, their doubts doing in his head, despite the Miracles. So don’t feel bad if you find it all confusing at times, deeds as Jesus said are the key to your salvation, just as the story of the Good Samaritan tells. And remember, demons will only fill you with doubts and in the end try to destroy you. Solomon sighed, it was time to add a prayer to his story. If they even think about doing harm to a believer, may their schemes implode on them. The same was happening to the schemes of extremist. With a wet sail behind him, Solomon wanted to push them over the proverbial cliff. Nice ring to that, so piggish,

So Much Confusion so little clarity….Notre Dame,

Solomon heard the news, and re read what he wrote the previous couple of days. It is enlightening to say the very least, but it all comes back to a few simple words. What has happened to Holy Spirit in the last hundred years. There was a woman in Los Angeles curing people from all sorts of illness, Amy Semple McPherson, is her name, read about her, 1920’s America, google her as they say, you will find out all about her. In the past centuries, Popes decide they are infallible, unable to make mistakes, how absurd was that, no one could offer an opinion, it’s probably how celibacy came to exist, man made wisdom.

Watching Tiger woods raises his arms, in thanks, looking towards the Sky, a return, the next evening watching the watch tower of Notre Dame tumble, you tell me the world is not changing, are you all blind, the environment is in pain, Mother Nature is crying out, what a shame, the harm that has been allowed to continue, as for the simple stuff, they can’t even figure out the obvious stuff. Confusion, since when was Spirit confusing, only when there are those who go to great lengths to control it. The rituals that are engaged in, Solomon listened to the words of old, the believers sacrificing the animal, the food offerings, paying homage, then Jesus comes along, you have to love, it’s that simple. You have to be Samaritans, is that too hard to figure out. I don’t worry about what you do in your intimacy, so long as it does not control you, I’m not going to recall your faults along as you quit doing them. That is simple words, so why the ritual confusion.

Isn’t it time those of the Spiritual, at this moment in time, admit they worship the same God, and start to build Temples, where people of all denominations and faith can gather. Well, if Heaven is Spirit based, and we are supposed to recreate that Spirit on earth, like the news, the structure of Notre Dame still exists, but the interior needs to alter, same as the internal change many need to involve with, shinning the plates and washing the hands and all those rituals, do nothing but divide nations, people, amen.

The Renewal of Spirit

How long did they wait, before the great return, Tiger Woods and the emotions his great victory created, the souls of many, feeling the thrill, it’s not over yet they yelled. The journalists that thrashed him in public, gloating over the headlines, despite the barriers he brought tumbling down. Same for The Brexiteers and their schemes, trying to force that nation out of the European Ideal, the great plan continues on, and those in that European collective, getting stronger, despite those that want to thwart that promise, a United Europe, a refuge for so much that is good, home for many on the run and in need. Has any other collective done more to bring sanity to the world.

The Great changes and the turn around continues, compassion is being felt in many places, the bigotry of some leaders, made clear and obvious. You mean you believe in God, it’s becoming more popular, and the extremists are unraveling at the same time.

Great men and women of former ages wrote music and joined words, artists, sculptors and painters, inspired by the Great Spirit, produced works, which we fawn at today, how they marvel at the majesty of it, the scale of the their works, permanent records of their talent, all of them believing in the Great Spirit, all of them aware of the Heavenly world.

The Spirit, how it needs the lift, the appearance of a Great race horse when the common man is down, the story of Sea Biscuit, the left over horse that breaks records, while lifting the men and women absorbed in the great depression of 1930’s America. It’s as if an invisible hand is at work, that arrives just at the right moment.

And Tigers great Roar, he raises his hands to Heaven, giving thanks to the Great Spirit, that lifted him, and far more humble than he has ever been, no pride, he got his game back, and the world knows it. May the tiger continue to roll, amen. Lets hope the Spiritual leaders can do as Tiger has done, and life the Spirits of their flocks. If the Spirit is in you, it should not be too hard work.

Solomon sighed, he encountered many skeptics, those who didn’t want to believe, atheists too, many well intentioned, many having lost faith, from what they encountered in their childhoods,victims of too much forced dogma from the religious, the cause of most of it, if they are honest, In a nutshell, the revelation of Scripture as Jesus would say. The yoke they put around so many, making it impossible for them to raise their game, forcing the Spirit down, when they ought to be rising it up.

Cocaine, Crow Health and Prohibition

This is not going to go down well with the Hogi, is that the name of the mountain people of Columbia, it wont go down well with the shaman’s of old either, It won’t go down well with many, but what has prohibition done for the world, same as McCarthyism and the death of a great moral consciousness, that didn’t go down well, all considering the war in Vietnam didn’t do much for the human reputation either, neither did the Korean war of the fifties, damn, there has been so many sure footed decisions, and the aftermath, well, lets say it’s been a disaster.

“What do you really think of the Human Race Clyde.”

Clyde sits on the branch beside his sweetheart crow, Bonny, she is a few months older than him, but that don’t matter to Clyde, he loves the glow of her feathers,  means that she likes him. Clyde wants to make a good impression on Bonny, he thinks about some of the decisions of the human race. You can make a rash answer, that’s why they made so many bad decisions, humans that is, and he does not feel like imitating them.

“Bonny, they don’t look after the water either, have you noticed that!” Clyde is trying top look serious, women like that, Crows who think they are smart.

“Yes Clyde, you can say that again, the sweet water is now sour tasting” she turns her head, eases over towards Clyde.

Bonny, she is getting serious, Clyde wonders what to do next. The need to take your time, the need for patience, he is thinking on the branch.

“I suppose in different continents there are different birds, we don’t all react the same, and when you see the swallow family come all the way across the world, there is always other places you can visit”

He is trying to sell her the idea, you have to think outside the nest, we are not all the same.

Solomon had a dream, it wasn’t the regular dream, it was about prohibition, and what in truth happens, it only leads to massive corruption and the creation of gang warfare, nothing else. When the tried to kill Jesus’s message, prohibition in another form, they only made it more popular, so not all prohibition leads to harm, food for thought. He is sitting in a kitchen, he is with some South American ‘s, they are stirring cocoa powder into the big cake mix, food, they say it gives you energy, nothing more. He is then in the skin of a man fleeing, he encounters the police, all they want is a bribe, nothing new there, make it illegal and the profit grows, while those with the manpower and fire power control the game. He can hear the critics, they will scowl, how can you be so irresponsible, saying what you say. Solomon sighs, the way you feed the children to the social media monsters, it’s time you looked in the mirror, amen.

Not Another Boring Day….

The bed is so comfy, the dread of the office, you might even pick up a cold, everyone is complaining of the virus, another one does it’s rounds. You pull the covers a little higher, it’s safe in there, and warm, the thought of cold water on your face, the shock of it, is there anything better to do, and don’t forget the mouthwash, nay, I’d rather stay in bed and have a few beers, reflect on the times I was young and brave, and there was a cause to fight for, those were the days. The clock buzzes, the repeat alarm, who invented such a thing, same as adds on the TV, thank god for the world that allows us watch TV without having to digest the adds. The media influence is slipping and the people are finding their voice, amen.

The rules, you can’t eat this, and that is bad for you too, seems like you will have to dump the contents of the fridge again, third time in a month. Too much money perhaps, and no common sense, your thinking all the time while under the duvet. You recall that movie, the guy takes out the friends Ferrari, Ferris someone or other, you remember, it was a few years ago, the stuff you remember, it was years ago, still you recall, not so bad, your testing the old grey matter, nothing wrong with it. Time to call in a sickie, one less in the office, temporary staff will get a call, someone will eat an unexpected lunch, even better, a child will get an unexpected treat, courtesy to your non arrival at work, ever see it like that, possibly not, you know now, so what are you waiting for.

Stuff you used to do, and still want to, the mornings under the duvet. You are not getting up for work you say, the words you used long ago when the pillow was not empty, the damn rules and the fear it spreads. Impressionism wasn’t painting in the fifteenth century, but it was many years later, and possibly the most sought after art there is today, everything changes. You grab the duvet and smile, you are still willing to risk it, and it feels good.

Solomon sighed, I will have to get a regular job one day, but today I’m going to be me. The rules, even Jesus had to put up with the jibes, well, he was stealing the power of the so called rulers of the day, so they imagined, well he wasn’t, it was just an awful lot easier when you say it as it is, and stop the acting as so many of them did, in order to secure their jobs and the power they held. A reminder to everyone, you can change it any given day, and once you understand that and think how others feel, the world around you brightens up, and all despair just leaves you, you just have to imagine it.

Whats the Hurry

Your average five year old is searching the web, something interesting to get excited about, what’s the rush, he is safe isn’t he, he is only filling his head with all sorts of stuff. Didn’t Hitler do that as well, fill the heads of the anxious and vulnerable, and the mess, fifty million dead, not such a good idea allowing them to fill your child’s head so easily. The tan is beginning to fade, wish the weather would heat up, want some of those rays, I am going on my holidays, don’t mention the arctic, that’s been happening for years, I am going to have my drug, I don’t complain when you play golf all afternoon, easy on the wine dear, his eyes turn to heaven, she will be a pure devil within an hour, what’s the hurry you ask. The rich guy in the corner is laughing, what can they do about it, he thinks it’s the case of the strong over the weak, give into it. In three hours you can pick up a child in some cities, what’s the rush. With money you can buy them all, look across the water, living in cuckoo land, the children in senior positions of power, when it happened in North Korea, Parts of Africa, we all called it, dictatorship, well, in a world controlled by paper, those who print it, set the rules, what’s the hurry.

As Ezra said, as in the time of Lot, Moses, Noah, and all the great prophets, they partied to the limit and then shrieked in terror, when they realized it was over, what’s the hurry. Solomon saw the signs, from ancient times, in real time, Spirit, Cloud, the trumpet, living on a knife edge including the global environment, what about the social environments, those things, what do you call them, children, yeah, the great leaders of the future, no doubts what they are getting addicted to, too. look, if we are all doing it, it’s called normal, what’s the hurry, Cindy will do it all night, wait, what’s the hurry?

Solomon sighed. The night he encountered the “Pure Spirit”, and how it changed every day since. Gifts we have, for the well being of all, as it was in the beginning, so it will be at the end. Words sighed Solomon, the beginning and the end of everything, how we use them.