Troubled Boy

The Journey, the steps, the influences, the souls we encounter, the time we give to others, the success we can put down, it’s not going anywhere, like a book you can pick it up again, later. He sits in rehab, trying to get back to the person he was. Tears fall from his eyes, his heart is opening, the healing begins. He knows he is in the right place, the emotions don’t lie, there was so much he was hiding from, this troubled boy.

Solomon was reflecting on a life that ended too soon, if that is the phrase, a life taken early. Who understands the trauma we hold deep inside, those inner emotions we are afraid to share. Escape, anything to alter the mood, no one is to blame. How often we hear the words; she took her life, he was found hanging from a tree, he or she is dead, get on with it. Why we are afraid to dwell on such stuff; are we afraid to,  will we

do the same.

Greta Thunberg said it straight; they have a new remedy every week, but when we reflect upon it, we realize, we heard that last year as well.

Solomon knew the person, life gone, a statistic in a very number conscious world. You did not die in vain, and may your rest be a great surprise, but long after you are gone, the course of your life, still remains, nothing is in vain, amen.

You can’t Mr President!

Donald has had a difficult night, he got warnings in his sleep, the chest thumped, the medication didn’t work, he got a visit from a Holy Angel, not the demons that so easily circulate, the Heavenly powers had had enough, he has betrayed their trust, his actions are against the wisdom of Jesus, and his actions are giving comfort to extremists everywhere, enough said, the angel gives Donald a vision of the future. Earth quakes, don’t upset him, he has homes in multiple locations, can move at the drop of a hat, considers himself immune. Donald shrugs, give me something worse, he is the deal maker, wants all the options, the angel sighs, I don’t believe I’m hearing this. The pain in the chest is sudden, Donald grabs his chest, gets a vision of the future, pain eases, It’s not a fatal heart attack. The angel is perplexed, this guy in unbelievable, what gets him high, the angel is at his wits end, Donald has only one thing on his mind, money.

The laws they make, the discussion in the background, can we profit from this. The mouth is full of what the heart is, and wiping out another country is the same as a game of chess, it will happen again, and the result will be the same, that’s it. Solomon sighed, that’s what they said about Pompeii too!.

Who Am I

The morning arrives, the humdrum, she battles with her mind, her heart too. In an hour she will be at work, the day will pass, she will meet friends, chat and smile, wonder, wonder at the decisions she made, and will do the same tomorrow, but on the bright side, she is a nurse, and she heals.  The power within us all, Solomon was remarking on the ancient words, the life giving advice of Jesus, that the standing religion at the time found offensive. Well he was stealing their thunder and rendering them useless in the face of the Miraculous.

Solomon sighed, the generations of lives that we all live, the habits passed on, the bias and the fear that we can’t seem to get rid of. He was thinking of the efforts of the last Queen of Hawaii, and how she tried so gallantly to retain the Spiritual Strength of her people. A woman who knew the value of nature, our friend, the oneness of the world, the living earth. He imagined her heartbreak, the way her private life was twisted by an elite of the money class, whose only goal was to exploit everything.

Solomon wondered, if those of the religious class every pondered the meaning of eternity, and how the burdens of life, were just a collection of negative actions, that we could never forgive ourselves of. As Jesus says all those years, and says today, today is the only day there is, how simple is that, amen. God is in all of us, he said we were divine, that God was within us, you just had to believe it, could the advice not be clearer .Well, having being saved from the impossible with a regularity a formula one driver could not explain, then again, the night the Spirit came, in real time, he knew it was game over for the evil ones….. we just have it inside us, let it free today, blessings everyone.

Do you believe….

the preacher stands before them, they have come to see the miracle, they have heard all they stories, the time is changing and they know, do you believe he says, the crowd is thumping the energy is electric it flows. Solomon saw the sign turned around the car, i have to see this, this man is making a stand. The storm was abated, the calm returned, the angry demons lost again, Solomon wanted in.

Do you believe, the words he heard when he came in the door. He looked around, it was a carnival inside, all colors and races, everyone was smiling as if they were high. It wasn’t the usual calm attitude of the solemn believer, and the preacher was devout, he was passing on the word, the good news to those on the margins, who had been let down, why not he sighed.

Solomon recalled the story of old, when the apostles complained to Jesus, hey, there is a man saying we can be saved and he is not doing it through the official way, he must be an enemy of yours. Jesus knew it was a long road, the Spirit he carried in him was going to be returned to the original owner until the time and circumstance was proper for the great return.

We will need every voice we can get our hands on if they are going to get through this. Jesus turned to them and said,

“Dudes, this is a big undertaking i have chosen you for, you have seen the miracles, you have seen what can be done, you have also encountered the barriers, the closed hearts of men, we will need every one who encourages the truth, don’t hamper this man, encourage him the way i encourage you, amen”

They sulk, they know he is right, do you believe he said, if you do you will tell the entire world, then I will be back, amen.