World Wide Weary…

How many people, it must run to many millions, the number of people, men women, many professional, who spend there time conducting inquiries, regurgitating old news, while everyday another reason for inquiry reaches their doors, the proverbial tsunami of bureaucracy, Pakistan, New Delhi, Geneva, Washington, Ireland, the United Kingdom, everywhere you look, inquiries into the past, while ignoring the now, what a waste of total resources, enough inquiries to feed the hungry and house the homeless across the whole darn world, so much world wide inquiry that is making so many, world wide weary. It’s a pity sighed Solomon, the total waste of resource, for sure he sighed, Jesus would shake his head at them, if it keeps them busy and so many employed doing zilch when it comes to results, they are just confirming the words of old; very few of them are wise.

Outrage in the minds of the conscientious, without inquiry we would forget it all, without inquiry so many jobs would not exist. Meanwhile, 25 trillion lies off shore, safe from inquiry, and there is no inquiry into that at all, it doesn’t add up. So many were blind, and so many righteous too, pure weary. Solomon was asking for wisdom to intervene, and being a daily seeker, he was expecting answers. There were those who wanted the attention of all to be stuck to this world, while ignoring the promise of the world to come, there ought to be an inquiry into that he sighed, what is rare he sighed, the use of wisdom at all. A smile crosses his face, once you float the ship it sails, once you push out the idea, the tide changes. It had been going on for some years now, amen. Do you want to be healed, he imagined many did. If that’s the case, focus on the world inside, Spirit, it always survives. Those who tampered with the well being of Spirit, were now putting themselves firmly in the eyes of the Heavenly life, amen.

Meanwhile, the vulnerable children are being fed into the machine, while those conducting those inquiries, are doing what…..

When you see the cloud, Spirit, great changes, unstable leaders, nations in chaos, well, it’s time you read the ancient scriptures, it’s been said it was going to be like this..Mercy!

Wine

Good for the digestion, it slows you down, can be enjoyed with a friend, you don’t tend to guzzle it, has been around a long time, and if it’s good, it’s the skill of the winemaker, along with the weather.  Solomon sighed, a face, those were the days, no routine, a late start, the creation of a real Spiritual world, well being in the hearts of the guests. How we treat others, and how it affects us, the ricochet affect. Rich man is talking of poverty, explains the needs, makes clear cut points, seems wise, but when it comes to passing the wine, it’s to those who can do favors for him, making his words hollow in the hearts of those who actually listen.

Solomon read an article of news, a corner piece, the Pope had 5,000 to dinner, fed them, the menu exciting, and in his address, he explains clearly, those who have excessive wealth in times of great need, have to share it, if they are to call themselves believers, share the wine. How many speeches and great words sound empty ,when the actions of the same mouths don’t comply with their words, bitter wine in the mouth of many.

Hollywood is Burning….

What, the old man tries to raise his head, hearing is poor, what you say, Hollywood is burning, the words mean nothing to him, he is in a hospital bed. His daughter is reading the paper to him, she is trying to keep him interested, it’s the anniversary of his wife’s death too, he seems to be wondering about her, there are tears in his eye, slow weepy tears, tears of regret, you say something about Tom Hanks, the green mile being his favorite movie, No Dad, Hollywood is burning, he still doesn’t understand. No Spider man to rescue him, no superman to help him, no Iron man either, just the help of the public hospital and those who fund it, Hollywood, the word is one he associates with the lives of others, Hollywood always burned, burned into his memory.

Tom Hanks is thinking of running for President Dad, what do you think of that, do you hear me, Tom  Hanks is running for President, the old mans ears prick up, a crease covers his brow, you mean Donald Trump is dead, his eyes are open. No Dad, Donald Trump is in Paris, it says so in the papers, he’s at the George Cinq, where the paper says it costs $3,000 a night. The old man shakes his head, the election promises, the blue collar man’s friend, blue collar fraud, when an old man can’t find a hospital in his neighborhood and has to travel twenty miles to find a room to die in.

The daughter looks anxiously at her beloved Dad, she wants him to cheer up, give him a happy thought. There’s a Marilyn Monroe movie on tonight. His eyes widen, a round smile fills his face. his eyes twinkle, he turns his head to the side, looks at his youth, and says, I drove her in my cab once, and she left me a fifty dollar tip, some broad he says. His daughter nods, she has heard the story fifty times, it makes him smile. Hollywood was alive then he sighs…

Peculiar Interests

Group of men caught, their interest in small children alarming, women involved too, media goes into graphic detail, meanwhile you can buy this stuff online, Interpol says it is worth billions in cash, this vile industry, peculiar interests, yet society is interesting children by the hour, in all things perverse, the future seeds, the picture is grey, it’s a nasty outcome, where is this interested being created, who get’s it.

Jesus said, you have to forgive and heal, otherwise you pass on the harm, it becomes your DNA, you absorb it. Wisdom few have ever followed. If people are ill, and it’s a pandemic, 60% of all internet traffic is adult themed and sex, it’s time we put up some road signs, and directed those getting on the super highway, witch hunts don’t work, a new system of internet is called for, the same laws we apply to the road, it’s about time.

Up or Down….

Did it matter, they were watching from the shadows, the coins in their pocket jingle, reminding them, there was more where that came from, eyes that pierce. He held the audience, they listened to his words, there was only one of him, they were plenty, how was he able to do it, they were getting angrier by the day, as he stole their claim on them.

Solomon was watching the old clint movie, the “pale rider”, the community miners, and the big business interest, and the conflict. As they stood together, they were strong, alone you were vulnerable, same as a woman on a late night street unlit, there is a threat. In the world of image, where appearances count for so much, did it really matter, where you came from, so long as you stood together. It was the sign of the believers, they did not make comparisons between each other, they worked on helping each other.

It made the actions of Jesus all the more remarkable, under constant threat, he beleived in the Father, and they were not able to do anything.

Life History

You are the sum of your experiences, and the habits that are passed on, She looks at him, what do you mean. How would he put it, it was complicated; he thought a moment, wanted to get it right, she looks at him, her heart is hurting and she is at a loss, why did she hurt when she loved so much, it wasn’t fair. She heard he had the answers, she waits.

“if you don’t forgive, or are unwilling to forgive, you bring that resentment with you, and when the situation arises again in your life, those feelings re emerge, and the memory begins to repeat itself, if you want to break the cycle, it’s as simple as forgiveness”

Seriously she says, that made sense. He smiles she gets it, he can see the hardness lessen, she is half smiling.

“and even worse he says, those real time demons will remind you, when they feel like it. Don’t give them leverage over your life, it’s why Jesus died on the cross, If his Father can forgive us for what happened that day, the least we can do, if forgive those who offend us!”

Gotcha she smiles. Another lesson learned. It was time for a Guinness.

Can’t Forgive, is that an issue for you!.

An issue for the world, sighed Solomon, another reason to feel angry, the disabling affect of hatred. In doubt, go to the place where you have reason to be angry, feels as if you justify yourself, an eye for an eye, then Jesus comes along, even his followers were upset, forgive!. have you lost your mind. Well, my Father is always forgiving you all, no pun intended, he shows them the scars.

50 million die in the second great war, fifty million, and most of them of European origin, so what happens next; the wise men of Europe decide to form a common market; bringing together foes of old, uniting them under the common cause, for all their welfare. Fifty million dead souls later, what a price to pay, why had they not done it sooner, questions.

In a world where arguments ended in feuds, and bloodshed. The child pushes his bike through the rubble, sighs to himself, how he used to do it with his father, and their friends, that was before, they bombed the neighborhood, He lives in Lebanon. How he wishes to see his father again.

In his low feelings, the extremists comfort him, they have something in common he assumes, eats every word they speak, then they send him on the mission, that will unite him with his Father, well son, you said you wanted to see your father again. Can’t forgive, you know what I mean, amen.

Busy Busy Busy

busy busy busy busy, everyone in busy, busy busy busy, the whole world is busy, busy busy, why is everyone suddenly busy, they don’t want you to call unless you make an appointment, in case they are, guess what, busy, can’t say it often enough, busy. He had friends when he could help them, they disappeared when he couldn’t, they were now too busy, she helped with the canvass put up the posters, when her legs gave out they were too busy, busy was the word.

She is in traffic, he is on the phone, the last minute emergency, it’s no emergency but they hype it up, to make themselves look busy, it’s a matter of fact. Did being busy assume you were up to something creative. Or are you just busying yourself so you could ignore something else. I don’t want to hear that now i’m busy can’t you see.

Solomon reflected on the sun people, and how so many lives were turned upside down, and how now so many would be busy doing something they never imagined, a simple picture, from the sky, a revelation, on a poster seen by millions, it would have put the question to many lips, why!. In an effort to make it clear that it was all changing, he put in down clearly, this is something that should keep you busy thinking about it, amen, the picture.

Love and Mr Bee

Loving, nothing is sweeter, the warmth of being, one with love, and the fear that emotion stirs, when you might lose, the way you stir inside, as your heart begins to bleed, the fear of losing your mind, climbing into battle with the worlds demons, and all the strength you need, no doubts allowed, the risks are epic, it’s nature, the outcome a victory, that is blessed, petitions answered from above, God Most High comes to your aid, that is something you can’t mess with, Texas all in power required, no shadows only light, what are you waiting for, jump in and taste the love, that is yours, for love and no other reason,  blessed by God, what can go wrong, brave heart  is waiting for you, no way out this time, come together now, fill my heart, in the battle of life, it’s real it’s divine and it’s all yours, love it to the last drop, once in it’s done, the world will be one, cause it’s life giving, you must trust fully, it’s that simple, cross the threshold, you can you handle it, being loved without borders or fear,  read my words, all love is divine, so fear should not be your worry, be hungry not greedy, it’s breakfast dinner and tea.

Don’t pretend,  In a nutshell, it can hurt badly, and can cost others dearly, you want  to be honest, no holding back,  love is stronger than anything, it’s why we are guarded, it’s not a passing fantasy, deeper than any well out there, so I believe, God Most High is your eternal friend, love moves the stars, reaches the heavens,  can’t be redesigned, you just have to believe, and that should be easy, cause your born with a heart that is full of it, it just gets torched along the way, so smile and be brave, you never own it, it’s the gift you pass on, just save a little for Mr Bee, just imagine it, there you are a little honey bee, out doing your best collecting some nectar and sweet honey, then you come home and your home had been robbed, what a sad little memory for bee’s, and the flowers that will miss his buzzy company.

 minds the BImageee’s, when they are gone we are gone, and what a loss that would BEE!!!