Rare Gems

The angel looked at Ezra, what is he thinking, don’t you understand, Ezra asked for advice, the angel had come to him before, so the visit was expected. what is rare said the angel, Ezra was stuck for an answer, a smiling child, the angel raised his eyebrows, he is trying at least, and listens, which can’t be said of many, who listen and walk away.  The angel shows Ezra a rare flower, Ezra nodded, all over the meadow there were different flowers, the angel was trying to fill Ezra with wisdom, join the dots, the angel is surprised, Ezra should get it sooner. Spirit, smiles Ezra all of a sudden, the angel was now surprised, where did Ezra learn that from, now the angel inquires, where did you come up with that, Ezra raises his eyebrows now, the tables had turned, isn’t that the reason we all exist for, ahem coughs the angel, Ezra is and will always be a rare gem.

Forty billion Jack, by the time we carve the company up, there will be ten billion left over in the reserves, which we can pay out, he laughs as he says it, payout meaning themselves, not so rare, amen. do they think anything else…

Do you like Lobster jack!

She hummed and hawed, the beef looked over done, there was no obvious blood flowing, the tell tale drops that fall from the piece as you drag it to your plate, when semi rare. The serving lady waited, proper bitch she thought, who does she think she is. A thickly perfumed lobster was before her on a different tray, she wanted the surf and turf affect. And they spoiled it because there was  no blood flowing from it, the beef. The cutlery rattled another fifteen minutes, as the gathering scrapped their plates, apart from her lady ship, who hardly toyed with it at all, like the lobster jack she said under her breath, loud enough to be

heard by those close to her, i’m not satisfied the tone of voice, why did they drag me out of bed for this, she was an aging diva, but this was no ordinary event; it was a fund raiser for the famine effort, organised by one of her oldest friends, her former agent, he didn’t supply parts anymore, other than tacky over cooked beef. She thought it was a call for work, another final role in her startling career. They used to flash them for me, i could leave them waiting an hour and they would still be waiting, for her, the greatest diva of them all.

There is a tingle of glasses, silence, the auction begins, an air of excitement, ready to bid dear, the quite call of many of the celebrity gatherers, you can even have dinner with Donald trump i hear, he’s supposed to have offered it, for twenty five thousand dollars though. I never knew he was so thoughtful says another. Am i offered ten thousand folks, this is the T-Shirt Bono wore on his last world tour, come on ladies cries the MC for the night, imagine the memories and your stories, imagine it he says. Who owns the T-Shirt dear, didn’t i tell you, you mean he was here!.

The Baby lets the jelly flow from the relief packet, it’s a nutrient filled mixture, will keep her alive another week!. Her mother tries to smile, a TV producer is trying to get a smile from her, the contrast, the mothers joy at the food the child consumes, help. Well, make that a common feeling, connect the two. The producer isn’t cold hearted, he’s trying to max the event to the full, connect emotionally with the future TV audience.

Solomon was listening to the radio in his small apartment, another call for help, 24 million starving, hope they react he thought; the Spirit he encountered was not of this world, meant that God was in the game and not going away either. What does he see through the eyes of children, what voices does he hear, is there an extra response expected from the gifted!, pass the lobster Jack, it’ll pass for now. With reluctance she begins to spoon the shell, the sauce is excellent, makes up for the over cooked beef, there are people starving after all.

 

 

 

Cover Up

She puts on her robes, dresses the traditional way, covers up. Women pass her on the street, they look at her, odd they think, who’d want to cover up. She spends five minutes preparing to go out, they spend an hour worrying about how they look, who was covering up. She doesn’t seek the admiring glances of men, she has no intention to tease. It’s odd she thinks, the way some seek the attention, when they ought to seek happiness. One day they will understand.

the child comes homes after school, the welcome is personal, his mother is waiting for him, They discuss the school, what did you learn today, no stones no anxieties, they chat about the news, he tells her what he is doing, about the school trip next week. She smiles as she watches him leave the dining room, he is heading off to see friends.

The morning is a rush, they rush will begin in less than an hour, and they have to travel. They both “work”, and across town takes at least a good half hour. Come on Johnny hurry up, come on, you’ll be late, will you get your son to move she sighs, she has an early meeting, it’s her review. he rushes cereal, take it with you, she hands him a fruit bar, come on, hurry up, we’ll be late. They bunch into the van/car.

Perception sighed Solomon, there were those who thrived on attention, and those who suffered on account of the lack of it. One day they’d learn. If they gave half the attention to what was important, what a difference it would make. Imagine, going down the street, and everyone looking at the faces rather than the rear ends, where did that idea come from, cover up I suppose. Happy B day.

 

No Ex’s

what you mean,

no “x”s,

no excess’s,

what?,

Not that,

No excuses buddy!,

excuses for what!,

letting the children down,

24 trillion off shore,

pass me the driver,

caddy looks at him odd,

God Opens his shoulders,

bang,

find the balls,

and fast,

no excuses,

amen

Happy

Another happy child,

God is really impressed,

Hasn’t much to smile about,

This little child is all light,

Mind him he warns them,

Angels tremble and assemble,

Little boy lives charmed life,

Angels work harder and harder,

Another smile little sweat,

I’ll give them a break later,

Amen.

The masquerade

Happiness easy as forgiveness, hard to practice, hard when your angry, but benefits the everlasting, Solomon was pointing out clarity, and it could not have been better timed, events changes signs everywhere, the Pope included, the needs greatest in the unlikeliest of places, the hearts of the elites, reports pointed to the mountain, the mountain in the hearts of many, that needed removing everywhere. The trail of wisdom was becoming clear, there was only one outcome, reform. The Spirit of God Most High spoke to the world through all the wisdom available.. the messengers, the prophets, many had been drowned out, ridiculed or murdered, but the message carried on.

The great events and signs, the tribulations and wonders, was a warning sign from a ship in distress. Those that heard it and reacted, the lucky ones. Solomon wanted to frame it into words, and pour it out. It wasn’t difficult, now that the global communications system was in place, it was just a case of promoting. Alarm bells had gone off in many hearts, uplifting alarms. More was needed, he’d ask wisdom to assist, she never let him down. He blamed himself, not that he blamed himself, it was just that he missed things, hoped it would be simpler. Living mightn’t always be easy, but it was never dull.

A break from it all, wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t necessary, he got inspired when he put his heart into it. it was adrenaline for his spirit, and the other spirits too, as it allowed for love to flow. He’d tire physically, then suddenly find energy. It was the heart over powering the mind, by passing angst, and all those things stored in the mind. He’d proved it a hundred times, the heart and the love in there, was a source of life that outlived everything else. Keep the mind out of it, and put the heart into it, and you will not fail. Those things of the world depressed and distressed the heart and the function of it, ability to love. Those that carried out those plots to distress love were doing themselves no favors at all. When Jesus spoke the words all those years ago,

He pointed out, in no uncertain terms, the One Divine Father, the One True God, and mentioned regularly, the reality of demon spirits, and how they masquerade as Good and as God. The prophets even wrote it down.

For all the cult organisations out there, none of them solved any of the big issues facing the people, they seemed to be into saving themselves, very un Samaritan of them.

In a nutshell, forgiveness and love answered every prayer and every need too. Those with blame in their heads, once they forgave, demons had no place to live. Happiness, just a case of practicing what was right and forgiving. Amen. Those that were into control of others, well, they were unable to forgive, and that’s why they controlled. Imagine, seeking the worst, how depressing is that, amen, you’d never had a day of peace in your life if you thought that way, you certainly distanced yourself from love.

Sex Crimes

Edgy topic, room becomes hot, the talk ceases, does he mean it, no one speaks,  hush, before you open your mouth, not allowed discuss this, her perfume is potent, his response electric, immediately interested, suddenly listens, others notice, only sex they remark, used to be love that connected us, upstairs fourteen year old surfs, technically advanced, gets around protective software, in a another chat room, strangers without limits, he’s excited, footsteps, he closes page, doing my homework mam, she retreats down the stairs, elsewhere, young boy watches television, understands the connotation, giggles and laughs, this is the adult life, can’t wait to get older, can’t grow up fast enough, elsewhere, campaigners on street, seeking another sort of device, privately twisted publicly upright, eventually it merges into one, child become devious adult, father has affairs, the marriage becomes an arrangement, the wife becomes medicated, can’t deal with it, her world is sexually saturated, intimacy isn’t deemed important, can get it in online, society can’t agree on it, civil libertines I suppose, your here for a good time, it’s not about prudence, it’s control, it’s not about desire, it’s the sheer scale of the need, when half the world is totally addicted