The Future Mother’s Club…

All those identities we have to sort through, are we this, bi that, with that alone, half, with, unsure, forgetful, happy weird, decathalonic, what version of human being am I. This crisis, no one came to point it out, they gave us a form, we filled in the details, your in this row, what, but, well that form said, later, well he is my pal, then later, we are pals, the roots extend out as you grow up, its called space, you find your way over time, and Jesus tells stories to explain all this, you have no worries by being a little surprised, time will work it out. In the mean time a bright spark says, well if we can reproduce, and mother nature tells us, its getting difficult, maybe we should start our own group, that is in the interests of everyone, why not. Taylor Swallow and Barney Dolphin are explaining the idea. Barney, the recent receiver of responsibility, well, the three little dolphenee’s will require the future as their birth right, and rather than hearing about it, Barney intends to do something about it. Knowing that the voice will be heard at night, Barney in times future, does not want to be woken from a happy sleep, hey, look what you did for us, what, then the list of complaints, put anyone off breakfast.

Treasure Box

The Future mother’s club, well, those who want to study the environment from the point of view of a mother, it can only lead to a sounder platform, a float on the ocean, a safe place, rather than fill our heads with the issue of children, we will think of safety first, and occupy our minds, with life giving thoughts, that’s wisdom, amen.

Imagine, the one great journey we all have to overcome, baby time. There you are, looking about, so that’s a light, and those are people, what is for dinner, breathing, ah, it tastes different, the stuff, a little hat on the head, so warm, smiling faces, happy reflections, and the music, i heard that before. We have all this before us, imagines the future mothers club honorary president, Taylor Swallow, all the stuff you need to be aware of, health, support, short term, long, role in the world, high sports or normal, the whole menu, what a world to look forward to, and the hope, well, if social media is too much, at least at the future mothers club, we can discuss the world, clean environments, the eyes, what do we want them to see, how can we survive without thinking of the needs of mother earth, its a continuous effort, like Jesus, we run the race to the end, you don’t give up trying.

AS for stuff that can hurt at times, offer it up, think of the eternal loving heart that absorbs the pain, so some try to imagine themselves in the role, the amount of pain in the world, how do you learn from it, where do you find space from it, the obvious needs, rest, Jesus had to escape from his apostles at times, its in the book. amen. One Good thought….Solomon smiled, it will help sort some identity issues; you’ll figure it out later, like the first car, and how you move up, well, that’s common sense, amen.

Advice, Illness, Service, Queen Liz….

The pain is hard to set aside, the sickness invades the body daily, the mind withered, the hope for the spirit, what spirit, i’m full of pain, I worry, it’s daily, you could be talking the language of Liz while she reads the spent news of her family, that the press were only too glad to use as toilet paper across the earth, under the assumed virtue, one they themselves made up. The length of service, it wasn’t all cake, and with your privacy at a loss, every action recorded, the time for inner moments of peace, were found in the Gospel of the Lord Jesus, her greatest solace, the words she read, the living words of the Living God, the peace she found in them, giving her peace, along with the outside pursuits she enjoyed, a remarkable lady, despite the politics that she was surrounded with, like a mother with many children, trying to give attention, in the face of media storms, which at some times, must have been so distressing.

Pain, is internalized, when there is no place to turn, the weight it puts on the inside, the very place you need the room, as Liz found out, the Faith that sustains the Spirit, can also heal, and so she ventured, for seventy years service, an example many women across the world, found so inspiring.

Treasure Box

So in the dark moments, when those come to visit, that look in the eye, the feeling as if you are on the way to the next destination, recall the words herein, the writer having encountered the power of the Almighty all through the life, allowing words to flow like honey poured from the jar, seriously, there is the Almighty, there is the throne, and eternity lasts forever. Jesus conquered fear of death, a fear that grips young hearts, as they see their future cut short, when they think of the lives they could live, but take hearts, set aside that feeling of wastefulness, and don’t be surprised, when you find yourself back on your feet…

Charles dear, what is this organic farming thing your talking about what is it dear…

Mother, there is water, there is nature, we need to protect it for coming generations, it’s our duty, that’s what we are hear for, custodians, and we will have to account for it so says that little bible of yours…

Liz smiles, he hasn’t given up on faith,

amen..

Into my head….

Where did they come from, the aliens, he shakes his head, the thoughts that plague my mind, how do i get rid of them, a foreign entity has entered my air space, and it’s doing me in, the only respite, when i go off track, or change my mindset, then i find peace, what is happening to my airspace. Air traffic control, what is going on, the noise in the head, how do i clear the space. The controller replies, we got you, over, here is what to do. The thoughts in our head, what do we do with them.

Filling the void as Gaga sang, the amount of drama we are indulged with daily, the comments, the crisis, the flattering thoughts, it gets very buzzy in there. Who is real, is this the way I think.

The gap that has to be filled, the need for space when in the middle of a migraine, the thudding of the head, the sheer torture, it’s doing me in, stop, you just have to think, how do you provide space inside, or what sort of stuff do you want to recall later. Stories, books, the words of Jesus, think it through, the only real worry, the thought of the Eternal world. What,

In this world of daily crisis, the emotions pulled left and right, we need stabilizing thoughts, that lead us to the lightness we need to feel in the head. He loves me, she smiles, they think well of me, I’m doing something good, I am reading or listening to engaging stories, in short, I’m allowing healthy thoughts to surround me, that’s what I keep on doing, and I’m getting better everyday, as for fear of the next life, I only need to fear the Almighty, these fears we are drenched in, they are all in the head, relax.

Feeling loved, the head is on the pillow, sweet thoughts come into the zone, the weight and the dread has disappeared, it feels good to be me, amen.

Queen Elizabeth and the birds of Prey

The hawk, swoops to conquer, picks the target, lifts off, the sea eagle hovers over the sea, from a thousand feet, it spots it’s prey, dives and collects, no one taught the bird this, it just knows, the crow spots a hawk in the distance, announces to the other crows, the danger, the crow is a watch man too, meanwhile, the swallow is sunning itself in the south of Africa, waiting for the time to come, when it will fly, over 6,000 miles homes, to a barn in the country, where it will camp for the summer, before returning on the 6,000 mile trip, no GPS needed, the bird just knows, no one taught it, it does it, simply amazing. Meanwhile, Elizabeth chooses which set of feathers she’d like to wear, in her new spirit journey, being colorful in life, she would like to be a peacock, but in wisdom,. she wants to get on with flying, without bringing too much attention to herself, there is danger in the world, and too much noise or color can be disorientating.

Solomon sighed, the journey of the Spirit after passing, what is there to say, he thinks, Ezekiel, the first testament prophet, and the angel Aerial, discussing the fate of the Believing Soul after leaving the body, how does it fare, what is in store for it, the stuff to look forward to, after you make your contribution. The stages, the events, the great rejoicing, the stuff you only read about in books, she experiences,, and so she smiles, the years of service and loneliness, not in herself, but in the stuff you have to do without, the ordinary stuff you just could not do, the eyes on you, everywhere you go, the personal freedom, the on the hoof thoughts that stayed there, because there was other stuff you have to attend to, in short, the life story of a loving mother, who loves all her children equally, and has to deal with it, amen.

Why the birds, why Elizabeth, it happens, the life passes, but the legacy remains, there is a God, there is God Most High, there are the prophets, and there is no doubt about it, it’s how you handle it.

The Spirit, after the soul leaves the body, it goes home, amen, it never dies.

The Perfect Mother

Seventy years, seventy years, the lady passes up, the memories too many of them, her service record, one few could imagine, or could they, the love of the mother, her vocation, one that so many go through, many without plaudits, but then again, how many of them do it, in full public view all their lives. Solomon sighed, the papers, full of the testimony, seventy years of service to her People, Elizabeth, apart from the public version of the woman, mother, queen, there is also the family side, and all the woes families get through in a life, as do nations. The leftist of the eighties, now the conservative of the 2020’s, positions change, our opinions develop, our reasoning develops, our thoughts, expand, the lessons learned, were we too hard on them, were they right all along, how the seemingly perfect life, is never perfect. The same struggles, the same anxieties, the parlor might be larger, but the humanity remains, life is a vocation, and mothers know this too well.

Solomon wondered at the thoughts that many are filled with, the great events, that remind them, of the duty towards others, that some produce daily, on a very public basis, and how that duty, expands into the words of Jesus, and the parables he told, explaining how the inner spirit, the Spirit from on high, could do the unimaginable, all you needed, was faith, and no one does it better, than the true loving mother, who like all mothers, puts her charges first. In short, Jesus in the heart, lays the path for eternal peace, amen.

There is Elizabeth, the years have passed, wars and famines, great tribulations, changes few could imagine, the grandchildren, the future, one of intense importance, the baton of Spirit, will pass on, and as a mother, she worries too, did I leave them with good example, amen. And the passing thought; how do we do more to respect all, amen.