Isiah The Great Prophet…

Isaiah the Prophet

Who was this prophet, who was he, Solomon was wondering what was known about Isaiah, apart from the power of his prayers, they got heard too, amen. What would Isaiah pray if he wanted the demon thrown into the abyss, what would he pray, how would he put chains on the demon. If he had lived in the time of Jesus, well he did, in that his words are still alive to this day in time, but how would he “frame” his request. He’d find a place where there was peace and nature side by side supposed Solomon, sit on it and think it through probably, the way Solomon often did, being in nature, you are in the borderless world, no one can claim the skies, no one can lay claim to the clouds either, or the oceans. Solomon had time to spend and he wasn’t going to waste a moment, and it was wise to add to his growing collection of petitions, there were those too weary to pray, and how many others voiceless, he was the Spiritual vacuum filler, ask wisdom, ask the others gone up, to help with the suggestion, as it had to be divine.

Solomon’s request….

Dear Isaiah, old friend, you have been to heaven, my request is a simple one, a good prayer is called for, the demons are on the run and they need to be finished off, amen. I need your advice, the religious fraternity are as always, stubborn to the point of stupidity, nothing new in that dear friend, and in the face of divine intervention too, so I can’t expect them to be helpful, and I have the news that many need to hear also, which they are supposed to be making clear to others of all faiths, of God Most High’s great providence and mercy, so, in a nutshell, apart from thanking our Great God, I have need for a new prayer. Amen.

That ought to work wondered Solomon, would certainly get heard, being made for all the right reasons.

Words made it happen, and it was a tablet he was using, the modern version, the electronic news board, where all could see, especially those in his circle of trust.

24 Seven Care in a 365 day world…

 

Imagine your old, unable to do it for yourself, in need, walking a difficulty, eating a scary feeling, you can’t chew that well, the risk of food getting stuck in your throat, not forgetting the medication, a number of conditions, from heart beat to sleep, you need the basics, just to get through the day, then remind yourself, all the news chasers, responding to isolated reports, the difficulties some elderly live with, then recall the struggle, of those daily providing the caring, cleaning dirty nappies, assisting with toilet, responding to the alarm bells through the night, imagine what it’s like working and living in that world, always trying to be uppity, going room to room, with advice for everyone, doing the chore, being patient while the residents are not so pliable, feeling confined as they are, in their limited life space, would you do those tasks, for 10 to fifteen euro’s or dollars per hour, or would you leave it to someone else.

Imagine it, if we live long enough, we will be all in the hands of the carers; isn’t time to moved it a notch upwards, those menial jobs many deride, cleaning and feeding the elderly, who once were the Kings and Queens of their neighborhoods, just a thought for a Thursday, amen.

And when things go wrong, everyone shouts, we need a lawyer here, not that the residents are going to benefit, well, at least some good came out of it you say, something for yourself of course, hey, we paid good money, doesn’t those words ring bells in your head!

The Great Flood

What’s great about a flood, every ancient and not so ancient generation, have experienced one, Solomon was being vague. You speak in riddles some say, he sighs, sometimes it easier than saying it straight, it’s less offensive for starters, but talk of floods, he experienced a few himself, and learned. The talk across the world was of the sexual disease that seemed to attack almost anyone with a semblance of power. A new story, another victim, another story, another and than another, to a point when it is all they can think of, sexual crimes. The last thing the world needed to hear, another victim, another big name hits the dirt, the press is foaming at the mouth, in newsrooms they glance at each other, what about bob, what about john, what about the 300,000,000 under tens with access to the adult web, the real flood they all ignored. It was simple math, the Spirit is a living heart, real living heart, and the young hearts carry the hope, they have soul, meanwhile, while the adults rage and tell their stories, this flood is ignored, as if it wasn’t happening. It is easy get distracted, and human nature was forgetful. 50 million die in the last great war, all of them victims, a flood of evil forgotten.

The demon and his ilk were glad to have the focus on the current imbalance, while the real flood continued unabated, as if there was nothing the could do about it. Solomon sighs, he wrote is a long time before, the simplest of solutions. Then a friend shows him the dark web as it it called, a zone off the main internet alley, where security allows anything to be traded, and it’s all legal, someone was fooling an awful lot of people. Say the prayer he sighed, it usually worked to halt the evil threat.