New Year Wishes

“The list, is that the new years eve moment, when we all want it good, a little typsy, reaching out, hugging strangers, getting messy and having no memory of it in the morning,”

S

he is asking the old prophet, they are having a coffee, she is young and ideal, is going to change the world, she dances to pay for tuition, has a strong energy, and the old prophet knows it. If he was a younger man, his interest might be in the lower regions, but he has learned too, has seen many lost moments, he wants to use his mistakes to guide her, he has had many new year moments that never lasted.

More coffee he says, the waitress is passing by. Did he leer at her, she is anxious of the world, there is too much talk of all that is upsetting in the media, everyone is catching it, old men and young girls, she soon forgets, the coffee arrives.

“there are so many causes and so many directions to go in, some are deliberately misleading, that’s for you to decide, as in old times, people were led astray, and the needs of families and their lives even, made them follow unstable leaders, but we have the wisdom of those times, even in times of great distress, it might seem an awful thing, but it’s often a listening and learning time, it happens to stop you in your tracks,”

She nods, is a little confused, what is he trying to say…

“in a nutshell, rise the well being of loving Spirit, that makes it easier on everyone good, and those trying to find the light, once you practice it awhile, wisdom will come to you, and when she does, stay in the zone!”

They part company, she is young, will ponder on it, his words, till they meet the coming week.

Road to Perdition

It was wisdom in the beginning, then the customs were added like gems to a ring finger, the more they added the more envy it caused, soon they had to use the other fingers, more customs and more jealousy flowed, the wrist came next, then up the arms, till all that sparkled was the customs, which they

then made into laws, burdening mankind ever since.

Failure to listen, was a regular warning of Jesus, particularly to those in charge. He encountered those trying to discourage him, who even planned on killing him, for challenging the customs they turned into laws. It was as simple as love he said, it wasn’t complicated, it was a living thing, you did it or you didn’t.

Years later, on the road to perdition, the voyagers, sticks in hand, walk the thorny path, going to this shrine and that, just to remind themselves, how lucky they were. A little bit of home comfort, would it not have been an awful lot wiser, going to far away places, pilgrimage, call it a holiday and tell the truth, they built walls between the Kingdom of God and the masses, it was time to admit their mistakes. Solomon say the signs, others too, there were many boats, but in his heart, he saw few of them floating, amen.

Living in the Head

Do you often feel as if the opinions of others matter more than what you actually think, living in the head as it’s called, someone arrives, has something you want or fear, could be cash, could be a threat, others find them important, always repeating what they said, imposing their ideas, until you can’t think of anything else, as if someone else is living in your head. Solomon sighed, it sounds as if it’s a mind game, getting the better of someone, the pose, the stance, the framing of ideas, until all you can think of, is where do you fit in it all, and so that becomes your life, it’s the same as trying to find a parking space on a busy Saturday, going round in circles, till exhausted, you take the first spot available. The pressure is applied emotionally, your work buddies, you think you can’t be honest, you will only upset everyone else, and who wants to be ostracized anyway.

Solomon was reminding himself, how extremists were always trying to push the buttons, trying to cause over reaction, doing whatever to unhinge the well being of most. He had news for those of such thinking, the extreme element type, There is a God Most High, and the radar is on them. A short prayer he sighed, then every call from the heart is exactly that, amen.

Ministry of Sounds

 

Can’t sound it, sound, action to her, affects inner harmony, will I get up, she glances at her I-phone. To others it seems extravagant, to her a diagnostic tool, she’s a locum. Irritating, will I.  Her shift starts in, she dips her eyes on the phone, she is precise, a trainee surgeon, doing the steps. Her fingers are long and graceful. Where they have been; last evening, inside the chest of an elderly man, noise disappears, music again, continues reading. She lives in a three room, ignoring the bathroom; everyone has one of those, as vital as a healthy rectum.