The Renewal of Spirit

How long did they wait, before the great return, Tiger Woods and the emotions his great victory created, the souls of many, feeling the thrill, it’s not over yet they yelled. The journalists that thrashed him in public, gloating over the headlines, despite the barriers he brought tumbling down. Same for The Brexiteers and their schemes, trying to force that nation out of the European Ideal, the great plan continues on, and those in that European collective, getting stronger, despite those that want to thwart that promise, a United Europe, a refuge for so much that is good, home for many on the run and in need. Has any other collective done more to bring sanity to the world.

The Great changes and the turn around continues, compassion is being felt in many places, the bigotry of some leaders, made clear and obvious. You mean you believe in God, it’s becoming more popular, and the extremists are unraveling at the same time.

Great men and women of former ages wrote music and joined words, artists, sculptors and painters, inspired by the Great Spirit, produced works, which we fawn at today, how they marvel at the majesty of it, the scale of the their works, permanent records of their talent, all of them believing in the Great Spirit, all of them aware of the Heavenly world.

The Spirit, how it needs the lift, the appearance of a Great race horse when the common man is down, the story of Sea Biscuit, the left over horse that breaks records, while lifting the men and women absorbed in the great depression of 1930’s America. It’s as if an invisible hand is at work, that arrives just at the right moment.

And Tigers great Roar, he raises his hands to Heaven, giving thanks to the Great Spirit, that lifted him, and far more humble than he has ever been, no pride, he got his game back, and the world knows it. May the tiger continue to roll, amen. Lets hope the Spiritual leaders can do as Tiger has done, and life the Spirits of their flocks. If the Spirit is in you, it should not be too hard work.

Solomon sighed, he encountered many skeptics, those who didn’t want to believe, atheists too, many well intentioned, many having lost faith, from what they encountered in their childhoods,victims of too much forced dogma from the religious, the cause of most of it, if they are honest, In a nutshell, the revelation of Scripture as Jesus would say. The yoke they put around so many, making it impossible for them to raise their game, forcing the Spirit down, when they ought to be rising it up.

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The Friday Rush…

Quick, have to get out, clear the desk, what, you want me to run late, Friday, the office, the weekend ahead, there is work to do, a parent or a singleton, there is only so much time for you to achieve all the stuff that needs doing ,come on, you don’t seriously expect me to work on this, he studies the paper folder, it’s for the boss she says, he knows what that means, initiates in the club, the rise in the ranks, depending on the others, he buries his head in his desk, the weekend can wait.

Maybe, damn, why did I choose this career, he is reading and correcting the text, checks his watch every five minutes, wonders, how late will be, has rang ahead, but still, she is not sure, he wants to get there before anyone else, what If she meets someone else, he presses the buttons, turns the page, six more left, he breathes deep, if wasn’t the reason he wanted to be a professional, a lawyer, he assumed the opposite, free time.

The evening is gone, he has cancelled his life for the evening, Saturday will do, the dream will have to wait, he can blame the Friday rush. She is on the train to home, a two hour commute, it doesn’t bother her, gives her a chance to catch up on me time, she scrolls the phone, those she hasn’t had contact with in awhile, she’ll give them a hello, its important to remain in touch. Saturday belongs to the children.

Rush here, busy, too tired, jaded, had enough, the pills don’t work, damn, the days, your getting older, the night isn’t over, what am I doing it all for, it’s not doing my health any good, and the only friends I meet are online; she feels like a processed fish, amen.

Solomon sighed, Friday, the world slows, friends get to know each other, the memories that hold you together, at least your not alone. It was simple if you believed and no rush. The rain stopped, the calm came, the prayers are answered, there are smiles on faces, there is the sense of divine intervention, what’s all the Friday rush for, relax…he was digging into his eggs Benedict afternoon treat, with the best Hollandaise sauce he ever tasted, the world does not exist outside when your engrossed in such flavors.

The Women in Donald’s Life….

Frothing mouths, glee over the potential fall of “The Donald”, we are going to get rid of him, on both sides, the fixers and schemers assume it is going to be business as usual, the great divide, you have your half we’ll have ours, the trade off continues, and this time, there will be no mistakes online. Honey, I just read a report, what she says, she is doing her nails….

“ice problem in Greenland!”

“what!”

I can’t believe it she says, shouting, damn I missed a spot, she is after dabbing her skin with scarlet colored nail gloss.

“What!”

“where does he get the energy to do all that stuff!”

“Greenland honey!” he dabs his hearing aid into the ear, must get a new battery he sighs, she never listened anyway, they are on their way to an NRA gathering.

Greenland, who goes there anyway.

Meanwhile, while the experts prepare for the Next change, the children wake to their bullying phones, and get on with it, the younger ones, slaves to the desires of the older ones, while the adults play adult games, as if money will fix all problems.

Solomon sighed, he read the story Moses, and the visit to the mountain. The playground they called earth, was changing, he hoped they were listening. As for Donald as the women, who’d remember them in a year….

The Pearly Gates Moment….

Getting ready to have the last breath of this world, preparing for the graduation ceremony, you feel the heat, there is a slight panic, you are nervous of course, you have been practicing for this moment all your life, the beats intensify, the moment is near, what will the first question be, you go through the check list ,pass that one, won’t answer the section on charity, give the envy part a miss, you are running out of options, only because you are nervous, but you have been a good student all your life, bing, the machine goes dead, your in forever land, the land is green, there is brightness in one part, you see your friends who passed the test, over in the other corner, those you want to forget, some who wanted to forgive, did i pass the test. St Peter opens the Gate, he scans your soul, what state is it in, did you learn anything he asks, why you ask a question like that, Peter shakes the head, didn’t they tell you, life is a learning experience, not a day trip. You can’t find your voice, but it doesn’t matter, the scan is going fine, no major cracks on the disk, at least they can make sense of it. From around the corner a voice calls out, did you find one

yet, Peter turns his shoulder, not yet, but it’s getting closer. The pearly gates moment, what a day, amen.

Stop The Madness

Stop the war stop the war there is horror everywhere it’s why you must stop the war,

It’s being fought across the globe and the fields are being bloodied every day,

From the minds of the vulnerable to the innocence being undermined readily,

This War is not about blood and old battlefields it’ the war for the soul

everywhere,

 

Attack and attack they are coming again the constant pressure on the very young

The anxiety of parents the concerned, the lack of assistance of those supposed to care,

Efforts to appease and do nothing hoping the problems will just float away,

New neighborhood a new war front the pressure on everyone total and relentless

 

Stop the war stop the war the constant cry from so many hearts out there,

Stop the war stop the war, what is all the shouting it’s doing that’s needed everywhere,

Wake up stop the talk stop the complaining, if your doing nothing get out of there

It’s only the spiritual warriors who have the skills, the support of divine destiny too

 

The settled thinkers happy with them selves living in their cocoons far away,

Waiting to grab the opportunity constant in their approach and their lack of doing

They watch from the ditch, waiting for the win choosing the winners whatever

No moral compass or integrity their fate will be decided by their inaction

everywhere

 

Stop the war stop the war stop why can’t you see it on every tired and worn face

Stop the war stop the war can’t you see the need to get out there and involved

What are you waiting for, for the battle to end and then decide your fate therein

Or

are you going to stand out for love and battle with the lord and his merry men?

Just Do it, the signs were in the sky, repeating repeating, amen. Blessed be God, for ever

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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.

Spiritual Interests

 In the public interest, words spoken readily, to justify a news story, usually refers to a difficult story, or well known person, it’s in the public interest, that the fine details are made public. Solomon was reading a book, relating to the olden times, how the studio’s used publicity, in the interests of the fans. Reading stories of graphic content, in the news paper tabloid, in the public interest variety category, the sexual details of heinous crime, violent reminders of rare happenings, cheerfully told by a brazen journalist, glad to create an exhibition, of all that does not need saying, in part driving the activity into the consciousness, doing the opposite of the public interest, unless money sex and violence are all that interest people.

Solomon raised his eyebrows, didn’t they understand what they were doing, it wasn’t worth saying, but the public interest was rarely ever served, and it was in the public interest, that they saw the image from the heavens, that described a scene from ancient scripture, as surely as surely is, the reality of God Most High, is in the interest of believers and others.IMG_5757 Solomon had to say it, it was the one truth that everyone needed constant reminders of, amen.