The Holy Grail

Legend has it, the old books talk about it, Solomon built a temple to protect it, what is the Holy Grail, and why in these times, is it worth being reminded of it. Solomon read a story, the memoir of a simple but profound man, a story worth telling, as the author was acclaimed in many countries, and didn’t waste words.

The grail represented the Power of God on earth, and it’s power is legendary. Many have sought it, many have spent their lives in awe of it, and many have tried to possess it. In times of uncertainty, it would be wonderful if we had the Eternal Power that could solve all the issues. Where do you start to find, the mother of all questions?. Solomon sighed, look in the mirror, what is it you see, a crumpled face, a worried heart, a depressed soul, or someone who believes in who they are. In a nutshell, The Holy Grail is the space you create inside you, for Godly Spirit to dwell. Sounds easy, but think about it, the habits we possess, are they enriching the life or stealing from it, can you imagine God residing inside you, and if you do, or don’t, have you the available space, to hold the Spirit. God dwells inside you, Jesus said it simply.

Light Sleeper

He hides his emotions, prefers to store them away, he’s not understood anyway, everyone is busy, it’s just the way, he climbs the stairs to the sleeping room, one day he sighs, there will be light and no more gloom. He’s heard it from a friend, you can make the future what you want, you just have to write it down, and have a soul that is connected that way. What do you mean he says, is there a magic source, his friend points to the sky, that’s your friend, it’s a sunny afternoon the day they have this conversation. Anyway, up he goes, he’ll read a book awhile before he settles down to sleep. You just have to dream it he said, or was it write it, he can’t be sure,  in the middle of a half sleep, not sure where he’s heading.

He’s on a space ship, is he leaving the world or discovering a new one, he can’t make out, but he continues to dream. His best friends are with him, they pal together in class, they are not like the other kids, they are not cool or any of that stuff, the teacher says they are slow, so they formed a class out of them, for the so called slow children among us, what’s the rush as they say, going nowhere in traffic is going nowhere in traffic no matter how smart you are.

The ship climbs, leaves the earth behind, wow says one of his friends, from up here it looks so small, and down there we are treated as if we are small, what a difference the view makes adds another. Wouldn’t it be great if we found God or someone who knows him, it could be a her says Wendy, always the mother, whatever, would it not be great if we found the source of all light. The dream continues, the ship enters the cosmos, till they finally encounter God Most High.

Well children, you’ve come a long way to see me, meaning, you have gone to a lot of trouble and pain and you still believe in me, what is it i can do for you then?

He smiles in his dream, how about this, just fill us with the wisdom to get rid of the evil that corrupts our world, and then..You want more asks God, well, we have friends you know!

Child awakes refreshed, a new zest inside him, starts thinking of what he wants put right in the world, and it then begins to happen, how about a dream like that he says to his friend, the light sleeper, amen.

 

 

Doing Things

Hush, the buzz in the room, the president is due in half an hour, the big speech, what is he going to say. One group of reporters are pro change, this is what they want to hear, another bunch of columnists well they want to hear something else, they talk in buzz, listen for the buzz words, it’s exciting really, the room is a buzz, the humm of the people, the beat of the nation, america waits, it’s important what the commander in chief says, even the army chiefs are present, it’s a chat about budget cuts.The tension mounts, it’s as if Jesus himself is going to make a speech, how it must have been, all those years ago, the man who raised them from the dead, healed their afflictions, cast out demons, the mountain, his apostles around him, where is he, he’s in that tent over there, did i see, the stares. No president ever did that, raised anybody from the dead, dragged a few out of retirement i suppose. Wow, wolf gitzer is spotted at the door, he is making hand signals, mabye he is trying to cancel the golf game, maybe he is re arranging a date, what, wow, no no, you will not believe this, golly wow, the excitement on the womens faces, the president is here. In harry’s bar Paris, solomon is knocking back a few moscow mules, he’s into his third, maybe his forth, he stopped counting, but he pretends that he doesn’t like alcohol, just does it because he feels it’s good for his health, helps him forget, well, when he see’s people with the power doing nothing, when so much needs change, he does want to do anything but forget about it, same way an addict closes out the world today, when he or she can’t deal with the past, and does not believe in the future, amen.

Solomon wondered, there was so much hooha, who was going to do this, who was going to do that, what would so and so say, it was odd, they closed the rehab facilities that families of the needy had access to, they didn’t have the insurance needed for private rehab, doing things that matter, he sighed, Mrs Clinton, at least she had a mediaid background, and  that’s sure better than the wall builder, whereever he came up with that idea, a zombie movie i suppose, another mule!

 

The Pride

It wasn’t a bunch of lions, not they aren’t proud, but the false pride of those who weasel their way through live, ignoring and oblivious to the harm they create, the path they lay, and the reward they later face, was anything but pride. The child was rightly proud of the Father, it was the only one he had, only father he knew, just the example, it wasn’t anything to be proud of, and following in the footsteps, the child grew into a man, and the old habits became him. The truth was not encouraging, he imitated the Father, and proud were not his achievements, it was mayhem. He saw his mother, afraid to speak her mind, assumed it was normal, that this was the way women behaved. Looking at the TV, reading a tabloid, he always made disparaging remarks about women, and wondered why he found love difficult to find, so much for the pride he had in his father, it was not worth imitating even though that was all there was to imitate. Good role models were getting rarer, and Solomon was listening to the hearts that were empty, and in that listening, he heard the voices within, amen.

We all want to win, we all want to come first, we all want this, we all want that, while love just wants you be be happy, and there is no pride in that, only wisdom, amen. Solomon listened to an older person talk about the curse of this or that, he listened closely, wondered if they understood the meaning of blessings, and how they were passed on. He’d precedent on his side. It was written in the ancient scriptures, it was written in the words of Moses, the false worship of idols, and what it can do for you. The false pride was a cul de sac that lead nowhere, a blind alley. He heard of old stories, where those with great spirit, encountered the organised evil of those with false pride, and how later on, the angels didn’t tread in certain places, because of the antics of those, who filled the places with false pride, we’ve been warned he sighed so often, just remember Moses

he sighed.