Wandering Star

Jesus was a wandering Star, and as he said to his apostles, that Spirit he carried was never going to have a rest, it is eternal in other words. Sometimes, the way is misleading, the signs are not as clear as some people suppose, what do those ancient words mean, and what happens when the so called experts get it wrong, and put a very mean meaning on words that are meant to include everyone who wants to believe. It’s a thorny issue, and given the happenings during Holy Week, we seem to be getting reminders. The message hasn’t changed, but the container it seems has to be redesigned. Well, Solomon encountered the Spirit, not the man made stuff you use to get drunk on, but the one you are supposed to get inspired on. There was no pride in the visit, but an lot of responsibility.

The sky too was showing the intention of divine intervention lately, as Ezra says, when the moon and the sun appear in the Sky together, it’s a moment of awakening.. Men and mad made devils were going to have to account for themselves, and that day is getting closer. Before the orchestra sings again, before the singers get the tune, it’s time to get the meaning right. Solomon wasn’t earning plaudits, he was telling it as it is. Well the Spirit does not make mistakes, but demons do try to conceal great truths, they being fully aware of the damning truth.

Solomon sighed, it’s easy to be fooled by men, and those that supposedly believe can easily hide among men, we have been warned. how often have we been dragged along and told a certain truth only to find out later it was all a farce, created to deceive and confuse, the war in Vietnam and so many other events, presented to assume the aggressors were the countries invaded. Years later you find the truth, no comfort for the victims. Real believers don’t let their fellow believers suffer, they don’t sit in castles and lecture the world, while getting the plaudits of their friends. Pharisee’s do that, as Jesus pointed out continually, don’t be deceived, amen. If Jesus said the Son of Man was not going to find a permanent home, he had many things on his mind, apart from the struggle the Spirit would have to endure. He wanted to encourage us to hang in, the promise he made, the helper will come along.What did he say about the way they treated the prophets, has all that much changed, lets hope it has.

So think of your life like a wondering star, on the move, don’t get caught by the old chestnut, how am I going to get through this. Jesus had to leave the Apostles regularly to find space to listen, their doubts doing in his head, despite the Miracles. So don’t feel bad if you find it all confusing at times, deeds as Jesus said are the key to your salvation, just as the story of the Good Samaritan tells. And remember, demons will only fill you with doubts and in the end try to destroy you. Solomon sighed, it was time to add a prayer to his story. If they even think about doing harm to a believer, may their schemes implode on them. The same was happening to the schemes of extremist. With a wet sail behind him, Solomon wanted to push them over the proverbial cliff. Nice ring to that, so piggish,

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Whats the Hurry

Your average five year old is searching the web, something interesting to get excited about, what’s the rush, he is safe isn’t he, he is only filling his head with all sorts of stuff. Didn’t Hitler do that as well, fill the heads of the anxious and vulnerable, and the mess, fifty million dead, not such a good idea allowing them to fill your child’s head so easily. The tan is beginning to fade, wish the weather would heat up, want some of those rays, I am going on my holidays, don’t mention the arctic, that’s been happening for years, I am going to have my drug, I don’t complain when you play golf all afternoon, easy on the wine dear, his eyes turn to heaven, she will be a pure devil within an hour, what’s the hurry you ask. The rich guy in the corner is laughing, what can they do about it, he thinks it’s the case of the strong over the weak, give into it. In three hours you can pick up a child in some cities, what’s the rush. With money you can buy them all, look across the water, living in cuckoo land, the children in senior positions of power, when it happened in North Korea, Parts of Africa, we all called it, dictatorship, well, in a world controlled by paper, those who print it, set the rules, what’s the hurry.

As Ezra said, as in the time of Lot, Moses, Noah, and all the great prophets, they partied to the limit and then shrieked in terror, when they realized it was over, what’s the hurry. Solomon saw the signs, from ancient times, in real time, Spirit, Cloud, the trumpet, living on a knife edge including the global environment, what about the social environments, those things, what do you call them, children, yeah, the great leaders of the future, no doubts what they are getting addicted to, too. look, if we are all doing it, it’s called normal, what’s the hurry, Cindy will do it all night, wait, what’s the hurry?

Solomon sighed. The night he encountered the “Pure Spirit”, and how it changed every day since. Gifts we have, for the well being of all, as it was in the beginning, so it will be at the end. Words sighed Solomon, the beginning and the end of everything, how we use them.

Understanding Compassion

You can’t look at me that way, you can’t come into the house and treat me like a slave, where did you learn such things. Another scene, they enter the club, the girls are toe rags, flash the cash, do what you like, you can get to humiliate them, they are so high, what does it matter, another man’s daughter. The thought never hits you, just legs and a bush, and time to get excited, someones daughter, what planet are you on.

He twists in the bed, the thoughts run around his head, getting older, he can sense the future, what if, the big question on the minds of many, is their really a Messiah and a God, he is soaked in sweat, what the blazes are you thinking Roy, this is insane he says, talking himself through his personal nightmare. Who can say no to God, well, many have said no to good, he twists in the bed. They sleep in separate beds, have been a long time. I loved her then, then, well, I do love her now, he is not sure, what was he hiding from all his life. She loved him anyway, and if he wasn’t busy in the passion department he was always a great father. She never told him, she realized his quirky ways, fell in love with them, the sexual world was never her thrill, she was always a mother in the making, and compassion is her way, way she treats the world.

Solomon wondered how many folks were having the what if moment, the signs were all pointing up, and the old guard were being swept aside, a new understanding was gaining a hold, and the plans of the extremists were about to implode. A man in power wore all the faults of the human race, went through the entire fault spectrum, warts and all, and the opposition hadn’t laid a punch on him, seemed as if he was holding up the proverbial mirror. Solomon smiled, who could have wrote the script, a pope from the edge of the world, Islamic leaders driving change, and a very open society in the Irish republic, a far cry from the closed days of doom and gloom that used to be preached, and the women who left many shores in order to find freedom.

Understanding Compassion was a topic on the minds of many. The light of divine intervention was making it clear; we are tenants in someone else’s vineyard.

Those Old Wars

A lot of bloodshed, a lot of heart break, does anyone remember their names, hardly, Amo nods in the bed, still a teacher, he listens, it’s all that He can do these days, listen. You are not feeling well he says, his visitor is an old friend, they were in college together, that is sixty years or more, over a hundred and twenty years between them, come to think of it, a lot of living time on the planet, a couple of major wars, the great one in 1939, do they all remember that, ration cards, doing without petrol, driving the car twice a week, if you were lucky enough to have one.

I’m getting old Amo, says the friend, not unlike yourself, they share a smile. They went on the odd holiday together, when travel was a huge experience, not the twenty four seven event it is now, when tickets to anywhere can be bought within hours of flying, and half the price when you do. Amo sighs, everything moves on, in the end we leave behind what, memories, that are hopefully, a legacy of a sort. The old friend, nods. Will anyone remember us, the thought is on his visitors mind, Amo has no such fears.

Immune to the news, Solomon sighed, when we hear too much of it we switch off. There is another appeal, another famine zone, another disaster, another social meltdown, the car moves along, the radio is changed, music, an awful lot happier, positive. Immune are we, to news and all that we don’t want to hear. Solomon pursed his lips, an observer, he watched it all. It must have been the same at the time of the ancient prophets, the news no one listened to, the descent into pleasure, this is going to last forever. Time tells us, it never lasts, maybe that’s what we need to recall, it is all passed on, your habits, good bad or indifferent.

Pass On The Blessings

Well, it’s a simple as it was said all those years ago, and it’s seen in the faces of those who age happily, and have a smile on them while they are passing. There is a light inside them, just as said by Jesus, let the light shine, it’s the power to heal and do so many other things. It’s that easy. We create space inside, the good stuff finds rest, the opposite to that the material wants, consumption, it’s as simple as that. No surprise when they call that wasting disease consumption, smile, the blessings are being passed on, amen. You just have to believe it, really that is.

Wisdom

Rules, we were made to break them, improve on them if you like, so the young assistant listens to the old man, rules, it was her middle name, the fear of getting it wrong, and the paralysis it creates. She was trying to appease the old man, they get diddery don’t they. She mixes the drink with the clotting agent, his swallow is difficult, the muscles don’t have the same dexterity, she assumes he doesn’t want to choke. Where are you from he asks, then he said, I like your accent.

I come far from here she says, her accent east European. She spoons in the thickening agent, and passes him the cup of tea.  He sips with difficulty. Her hand takes his shoulder, leans him forward, makes it easier. He swallows easier. I like your accent madame he says with a smile, so you have traveled too she imagines. You didn’t tell me where you are from, he says, he is smiling at her. why would anyone be interested in where she came from. She remembers her mother, her father, those left behind, inside she sighs, thinking of them, and the struggle they made in order to give her the freedom to travel. Wisdom he smiles, as if he could read her mind. Don’t be afraid to ask he says, with a smile.

Children’s Day

Mother’s day, women’s day, father’s day, international this day, international that,. this the other, postcards, preparations, the party afterwards, the novelties, the protests, the speakers, the conference, the global speeches, what a load of what, you ask?

The old musketeers, this is old France, the sun king, the belief in the wonders of God, the upstairs and downstairs attitude, those that exceeded their power, loosing their heads, in every way imaginable, you can’t abuse power and get away with it, have all the tyranny you want, but you are not going to get away with it, there are those who will ensure that, there are those who know what is divine.

Solomon sighed, he saw the attitude on the faces, the lives that jumped forward to another time, saw the breakdown in society, the denial of children, of a healthy living world, then passing on the news to their counterparts of old, the car exchanged for a horse, the law replaced by a sword. This is worth fighting for they say. The roots of our problem sown in the past.

Children’s day, not a roll out of all the great advantages that we fill our selves with, feel good is great, they felt the same way on the Titanic, we are all going on a holiday. All the stress that is created, the effort to focus on the lower regions, its’ very pleasurable they say, but there is time, let us grow up first.

What would they think, those who went before us, not the closed minded, but those who were enlightened, and there are many Spirits, watching our progress, even today, wondering what we are going to do next. Are we going to ruin it for everyone, or do something good. Thoughts for a Monday.