In a social coma

He’s in a coma, they come to visit, all they see are the tubes, you mean they are feeding him through that, so technical, more screens, all sorts of monitors, the breathing tube moves up and down, he can hear them, the patient, he just cant move, so powerless, having the body without a working brain. What are we supposed to do in a place such as this, do we shut down the machine when the money runs out, or when we tire of the visit, a hundred damn questions, all have a point, meanwhile the tube still breathes in and out.

Solomon watched the happy spectacle, they were gushing over the small child, a fiesty young child, perhaps two, more likely a year and a bit, copying and imitating what ever is in front of him, content to be out and about, he can read their moods better than they can, and he can’t even reach their knee bone, when he screams he gets their attention, cute boy, he is learning so fast.

Seven or eight years old, the world is turning fast, the gadgets are getting slimmer and so are your thighs, meanwhile eight year old is learning fast, so fast its hard to keep up with him, Mother is a rush around woman, the pace of life demands it, and same as those phones, if you are out of the loop, your friends soon forget you, even your voice. You were not in my phone, how could I tring you, used to be your not in my heart why should I ring you, (nice rhythm in song), it’s all changed, the competition is fierce, and the cost of living is one way, up.

Those refugee camps, why are they on the TV this night, the caption reads cholera, can we get that in New York the voice in the background says. It’s a third world disease, poor sanitation, haven’t they got water over there, the banter goes on between the kitchen and the TV room, Donald Trump is after sacking the secret service, you mean again the voice in the kithen says, he can never focus the other repeats. Meanwhile, eight year old, has no problems with focus, he is on the news feed, the online feed, he wants to learn as much as he can, he is programmed that way, to be filled and filled again. What is that with all the weird stuff he says to himself, do animals do it like that too!.

Solomon sighed, his dream was over, it was time to rise, what a dream, the world was in a social coma, social coma, he likes the ring of it, one way of describing it, amen. Well, when you have a visitation with the Great Spirit, there is nothing else you need to know, know what I mean…..Meanwhile, In a far and away place, the affirmation comes again, the heart lights, the sun comes out, just like that…

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Uncertain Times Today

Extremists are being rounded up, their schemes are falling apart, and while there are some who still encourage hate, they can never succeed, it’s as simple as that. Amo was listening to the news, a plane falls from the Sky, a hundred and fifty seven die, a mad man storms a holy place in New Zealand, Christchurch, 49 souls die, how pointed was that he sighed, demons, when will they give up. A good prayer was called for, the usual suspects hope for the worst of reactions, those on the side of good, pray for compassion and understanding, those of evil mind, want resentment and hatred to grow, it was a table tennis match, if such could describe things. Amo sighed, remain calm, it will all work out.

Why do things go wrong, why do good people die, why did I lose my Father when I was young, why why why, there are so many questions that many sought the answers too. The emotions are torn and twisted, why, the heart is sighing, how will I get over this. Amo smiled, it’s not too difficult, sometimes we don’t understand why we exist at all. Some on us in constant state of pain, while others just float across the sky, effortless. It’s about Spirit sighed Amo, there is light and dark, and the story of the talents, think about it.

What did Jesus spend his life doing, in a nutshell, raising the Holy Spirit, reminding us, that God is inside us, you just have to make room, as if you are expecting a visitor to call, it’s not too hard, until this world addicts you, amen. Why did he get rid of demons, why, he came to teach us about our potential, not to let our bad habits overcome us.

Amo Rules The….. A.R.T World

The old geezer in the corner, chortles, he is having a good laugh, this is real. A visitor is scheduled to see him, always brings some bootleg, well, a sniff of real grass, the stuff that opens the senses, allows you to smell, better than snuff, sweeter too, probably great for all sorts of nasal blockages, medical world of old not a fan of it, can’t replicate that unique smell, like breathing in sweetened air, only better, purely natural.

The old folks home, warm in winter, a safe haven, staff extraordinarily kind. Amo feels so good, he feels sometimes like he rules the world. Well we all smell at times, who doesn’t, as for all that chemical stuff they use to stifle those smells, it’s as if they are trying to vaporize the entire planet, a selection of them in every home, wind safe, no air movement at all, does anyone get it, they are living in their own incubators. As for Amo, he doesn’t give a fart, lets off quite a few, but that’s natural considering his age, ask Jack, (nicholson) he will tell you all about them. As for Amo, just a whiff of sweet marijuana and he’s running through a meadow again, not that he smokes or anything, that’s what the young ones do, amen.

Solomon sighed, he recalls his old friend, how his Spirit was awoken by that sweet aroma, that science can’t imitate, every time he got a scent of it. Reminded him of that Movie, Al all peace Pacino, scent of the blueberry, what a story that was, or was it strawberry, they smell great too, legal cause you can eat them I suppose, amen.

 

The Party at the Inn

She is going through the list, who will she invite. She is very particular, doesn’t want to offend her guests, doesn’t want to upset anyone, mostly herself, it’s an image she has to protect, so she tells herself. The cost of it going wrong, she could lose the friendships of those who can help, her career is all that matters, the money is pouring in, and her manager wants to ensure it keeps that way. He deftly reminds her, the maintenance costs alone are staggering dear, and you love to swim in the pool, she does she admits, things, they can keep her occupied.

She checks the list, all are well to do, there is no need to be embarrassed, everyone will get along fine, she passes the list to her manager for approval, well, he has steered her well so far, she is busier than Elvis in her prime, besides, she had thrown a few dollars into the shelter, a few turkeys and boxes of sweets, they’ll think it Christmas, and she will give her ego a kick.

He reads the statement, the transfer overseas, the pension fund he reminds himself, the accountant is going to get a bonus, the fund is out performing the best estimates, it’s gravy all around. He reads the invitation, another of those parties, he wonders if he will bother, thinks twice, there might be a few worth networking around.

Is it all they do, count money, measure, size up, have they heart, is there any

spirit in them, Solomon imagined God Most High listening to the goings on, the pride and the foolishness of it all, no thought given to the eternal. Some party though….

A knock at the door, the butler purses his lips, she couldn’t possibly know this person, too shabby, and the face, drawn, I’m Mary, she says, a man stands at the gate, she has a bump, move on says the butler, madame has no time for you, he points to a shelter down the road, that’s where your type go. Solomon sighed, was the story of old all about the well being of Spirit, and the welcome it could look forward to, just imagine it…. isn’t a pity it’s only a crisis when there is no way out and never before, damn, wheres the party..?

The Chair

The move is not easy, the shuffle up, the lower back support, the descent onto the cushioned seat, great to be moving places, and you thought you were dead, not so. The scene was one of life and thankfulness, no seconds to be wasted, the door opens, he enters the house, walking is not an option, it’s the move that matters. Struggling in the door, not so, there is help, the other faces wonder, wasn’t expecting that, the man in the chair, they thought they would never see him again. Solomon sighed, say it, in the Holy Name, and that was all there is to it, than you can move those chairs.

God uses the most difficult situations to show the impossible and what is possible. Too easily drowned in the material and all that cannot fly, the birds look down, they were once like us, held onto everything, could not fly, till they

let it all go, and now they soar. The beaten souls, Solomon reflects, once you move those big rocks, the lift is easy, and when the mind is right, why not. He enters the room their eyes surprised, how does he manage it, but he already knows what their thinking, not yet….

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, TomĀ  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…

Shy Girl

She laughs, he listens, she forgets herself in his company, there are no ills, all dread is cancelled, she wants to hear more, she wonders his opinion, it’s love in an active form, you don’t own it, she enjoys the moment, in times of distress, she goes over the conversation, listens to what was said, the words calm her thoughts, the light gets inside her, her Spirit rises, she imagines the Sun rising, it does, when she listens to His words, she thought she was a shy girl, now she is a smiling girl, a transformation.

What is Love, the question of questions, can you bank it, can you ever own it, she is trying to get her head around it, it’s the one question that needs an answer. Solomon sighed, it’s really simple. It’s healthy to begin with, does not lead you astray, and leaves you wanting more, without loosing your mind, and leaves you smiling or crying, amen.