Bullying

Spying behavior, the seeds of discontent, the worry at the changes, was it ever that different, Solomon was recalling the times of old, the mind set hadn’t changed, many were still addicted to control, some call it freedom, some call

it destiny, some called the tactics clever, Solomon called them cheap.

Down through the ages, it hadn’t changed at all, the innuendo, the threat to the followers, the anxiety and the hold. In the Networks there was anxiety, in the investors world, paranoia, things weren’t reacting as they used to, as if that was good for you. Picture it, the folksy chat, the painted gardens, the smiles and the comrades, the sense of getting close to the goal, soon we will have absolute control, then Imagine, the arrival of Great Spirit, Jesus, the movie when the outsider arrives, and how plans are thrown into the dust heap, while all the time the bullying continues.

Move to the modern times, the headlines, the over reaction of TV pundits, willing their supporters on.

It was one of those days, the sensibilities are interfered with, as if you are supposed to get used to it. Solomon sighed, the words of old on his lips,

“like children you must be when you approach the Father”

Those who covet control, want you beaten, tired, worn Spiritless, unless it’s them you support. He saw the spirit rise, he saw the strut constrict, Spirit means God, amen, and there was nothing anyone could do about that. You just know, it’s inside you, changes the thinking, and that’s for sure.

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The Battle Rages

Nothing is impossible. nothing, North Korea, the dark kingdom, opening up, it is a start, two arch enemies reaching out a hand, the regular pharisee minded, complaining as usual, as if they are loosing some ground, their dreaded predictions not so dreadful after all, another brick in the wall is loose, while the battle flares elsewhere. How often do we castigate those who reach out, while saying it needs to be done, while doing nothing at all, but complaining. The more we learn about each other, the easier we are to understand, how stupid is that.

Solomon sighed, the stuff so many hide inside, when all they have to do is talk about it, amen.

Cut to the Mexican Border, over simple law separation time, children from Parents, in cages, not the version of the U.S, you want to imagine, well, it’s happening, amen.

Up or Down….

Did it matter, they were watching from the shadows, the coins in their pocket jingle, reminding them, there was more where that came from, eyes that pierce. He held the audience, they listened to his words, there was only one of him, they were plenty, how was he able to do it, they were getting angrier by the day, as he stole their claim on them.

Solomon was watching the old clint movie, the “pale rider”, the community miners, and the big business interest, and the conflict. As they stood together, they were strong, alone you were vulnerable, same as a woman on a late night street unlit, there is a threat. In the world of image, where appearances count for so much, did it really matter, where you came from, so long as you stood together. It was the sign of the believers, they did not make comparisons between each other, they worked on helping each other.

It made the actions of Jesus all the more remarkable, under constant threat, he beleived in the Father, and they were not able to do anything.

The Holy Spirit

Imagine it, you can say what you like about Jesus, and be forgiven, just imagine it, well it’s written, imagine it, you can’t say anything about the Holy Spirit, that offends God, just imagine it, well it’s written, the border that can’t be crossed, even the demon knows it, amen, just imagine it. Imagine it, the Spirit comes from God, just imagine it, the creator of the universe, Solomon didn’t have to imagine it, now imagine that, so imagine the prayers of the ancient prophets, and the modern day efforts to taint love, and resting places of Holy Spirit. As said all those years ago, the Helper arrives, it had, there was no need to imagine it, amen.

Forgiveness

Inshallah, Shalom, God Bless you, Jew Christian Muslim, from the tree of Abraham they all started, and then the complex situation, the translations, The Jewish law extends from Moses, The Christian Law extends from Jesus ,The Muslim law extends from Muhammad, three arguments about the same thing, the timing off, each using a different starting point, what is the difference!. Reason puts the teaching of Jesus as the answer to the conflict, something the Jewish faith has trouble with. Scripture points to a time, when that hill will be overcome. For the sake of their children alone, you’d think they’d agree to disagree, and accept the fact, they are all part of a continuous stream of wisdom. Credit to the J

ewish people, they were the first to accept God as God ,they laid the foundations but fell out, but will as scripture says, be welcome back, The christian churches built a church or churches, but have been trying to work it out, and Muhammad, he warned against the abuse of alcohol, and the inability of men to remain faithful to women. In all cases they got it right to a certain degree.

Solomon was reflecting on the different stages of unity, and the advances been made in a variety of ways, to bring about a better understanding of God’s wisdom, through real time events. The numbers were repeating, the outsiders were finding a voice, and there was changes going on in Rome and Saudi Arabia, the spirit of wisdom was flowing, let it grow he prayed. Wisdom was the permanent spirit of God Most High. He prayed in the Holy Name, and every time he was answered. If Jew prayed for christian, if Christian prayed for Muslim, and Muslim prayed wisdom for them all, the world would change overnight. Well, what was God after all, but Love divine. If you are to enjoy that world, pave your journey with Love. It sounded so easy, it is, amen. It was time they prayed forgiveness, amen.

NO Foundations

Am I a visitor here looking for way home,  everywhere I look, ego and fantasy, the meaning of Babylon I suppose, this is no lament, purely an honest observation, hard drugs available everywhere, large numbers depressed, love even harder to find. I was visited by holy spirit, really, discovered wisdom, and the growing threat of demons, where everyone seeks excuses, someone to blame, other than themselves. Love as Leonard Cohen says is all that will survive us. What has to happen is a new outlook, respect for love not the abuse it.

Solomon was saying it straight, if more and more become lost, all those marvellous ego’s will be worth nought. And I haven’t mentioned Donald trump once.

The Overdose

Fat bag of crisps and two large fries, make it three, i’m going home to spend the day watching TV, burps loud, burps again, where did i leave the beer, trundles back to the off licence, the cashier smiles, another fool she sighs under her breath, he watches her reach for the till, makes small talk about the game on TV, burps again, loser she sighs under her breath, he gets tense all of a sudden, was that me you were talking of, she ignores the comment, back to the afternoon stroll, it’s hard work being bored, he opens the door, his medication is on the floor, he picks up the mail, tosses us against the wall, straddles the sofa presses the button, in imagination land he smiles, the overdose, just keep watching the TV and forget about it, amen. Pops another Valium, so yesterday, amen.