How Many Victims do you Need?

Solomon sighed, the dream, the frenzy, the fear, the blood hatred in the eyes of those seeking justice, the lengths they were willing to go, they wanted their victim, they sought blood. Was this a re telling of the Great Play, by William, The Merchant of Venice, how our desire for so called justice blinds the light inside us.  It was dream time, and he was sharing the worries of another, a young relation of a war victim, as everyone who partakes in war are victims, the winners and the losers, what are they left with; the fields of Vietnam, the concentration camps of world war two, so many victims. Solomon reflected on how the values of an older generation were side lined, as a more modern minded, justice now mind set, took over the leadership of many flocks, and how they used past hatreds to corral the flock into action. None of them held memorials for the millions of children, abused indirectly over the internet, having to digest what few of us could escape unharmed from. How many lives had ended, when the posse was in pursuit, Jesus among them, the thirst for justice becoming a drug as the mob got larger and larger. Revelation sighed Solomon, they might not listen to the words of the Prophets, but they did react to revelation, knowing their day for their judgement could arrive any given day.

Solomon smiled, he caught the dream, listened, saw the spotlight shine on the so called refugee, villain, the light shone for a minute, perhaps less, the mob now has a thirst, the chase over this time, they headed off in search of another. Father, Teach them he prayed. They try to raise the fears in others to justify themselves; and the harm they cause grows like a virus. Solomon say the signs, saw the Spirit, what a sight, and every day since, he was writing rescue remedies, with a lot of success.

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The Bird Stopped Singing

Silence in the street, the familiar hum is gone, the beat that used to fill your head, the side to side rhythm, the bird is silent, but his memory lives on.  How we take it for granted, the sound of music, birds and their tweets, the friendly smile that used to lend you a cigarette, and those conversations that went anywhere but always had meaning. There is no economic value in a bird song, there is no money in music on the street, well, you can press the button and have it automatically, why would live music matter. Solomon heard of the passing on of a good soul and friend of his, a member of the James gang, an outlaw type.  Mornings spent listening for a half hour, the requests he played, Neil Young and more, thanks he says, I’m sure your entertaining elsewhere now.

Good leaders, how the business minded only value money and nothing more, amen. There had to be a loading given to wisdom in the days ahead, the danger to the environment, the abuse of communities, the madness of celebrity culture, there are artists who inspire. Solomon reflected on the many times he heard the banjo play as he rounded the corner, and the smile it would put you his face, and the few requests he could make. It wasn’t economic the activity, but it was wisdom to support it. He had in times past, and now he could as God Most High, and expect to get a hearing, even when he wasn’t right. You never stop listening to music, thanks John.

The Children of the Void

Empty feeling, they ask for help, while the celebrities play around, the children of the void, waiting for their hearts to fill, many crying in their sleep, expecting to be heard. The lord almighty hears them, the sorrow it fills him with, can they not fill the void. They chase what is material and ignore what is eternal. The Child worries but is too worried, the void, where is the unconditional love you promised me. Boats and expensive houses, pride and glamour dress’s ,do you think think this is going to go on forever, while my children’s needs are left unfulfilled, Solomon was reminding himself, the leaders of this day were going to be harshly judged. It wasn’t that the environment wasn’t an issue, but to ignore the basic needs of the little ones, that was harm on top of harm. Booze filled, vanity driven, worried about the neighbors, do they think i don’t notice such things.

Solomon sat with a friend in a bar, the weather was threatening, they all predicted rain, what else was there to think of, one day they would grow up and develop what is eternal he hoped. Another Guinness sighed Solomon, one day he thought, they would recognize the God Eternal, he hoped it would be soon. There were so many children waiting for the voids in their lives to fill. An arrangement of demons waiting to step in, adding hurt to a growing harm. They have pills for every occasion, and there is no shortage of funds for every form of excess, do they assume they can get away with this. As for the rain, he looked at the sky and said to his companion, rain, where is your faith, amen. The evening was clear, and air light, the power of the Spirit within. Days like this they read about in the ancient scriptures, and when it happens in front of them, they are all blind and deaf, a case of the scriptures coming through again.