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.

 

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Life is a tunnel

The tunnel is a metaphor, the journey, the struggle, danger, feeling trapped, relying on others for advice, a guide, decision making, dealing with fears, the sense of the unknown, and the outcome, enlightenment, getting there, the I’ve been waiting for it moment, then the light, and hopefully, being free. Imagine it, the caves built, to hide and find refuge in, to smuggle, or hide treasure, your not so sure what you are going for find down there.

A woman crosses into Israel, she is a refugee, needs urgent medical care, is not allowed access the normal way, restrictions, she has to find another way, she uses the underground. Dark Enemy, is building top secret weapon, doesn’t want the allies bombing the regular plant, builds network underground, we have all seen the movie. The tunnel, it has many interpretations, freedom seeking ,a hiding place, a prison, a journey.

When we get to the light, the other end, and we breath fresh air, the euphoria having made it, it was worth it, yes, it was a struggle, but we got there. You have an illness, its’ six months, could be six years of treatment ahead, it’s the tunnel again, it’s the struggle. The chemo you have to go through, the unknown, the experience of others, the guide of doctors and nurses, the support of family, spiritual guides, it all helps you get through the tunnel.

In olden times, Jesus told the early followers, its’ not going to be easy, you will struggle, there will be those trying to stop you, they will even hate you, as for demons, there will be plenty, but don’t ever forget, if you remain with me, you can’t fail, and besides, if I am not there in person, the Holy Spirit will come along, so don’t give up.

Solomon sighed, stepping into the tunnel, the first steps, at least there is one we know for certain, who will always be there, remain steadfast, you are never alone, and death is not the end. Being alone, that’s the darkest tunnel of all, when we actually believe we are.

It’s raining in hell

Well, imagine the surprise, well, Donald’s ex, makes the statement, Steven whoever, going around Europe, hoping to rise the ire of the right wing enthusiasts, then comes out with the statement, ” I’d rather reign in hell”, what example is that to give, especially with the online world, at the fingertips of everyone, what a comment to make. Meanwhile, while all the tooing and froing goes on, access to the adult world is at the finger tips of every living child, with two or three flicks, they can be anywhere they shouldn’t, their parents possibly anxious, but in most cases, unable to do anything about it, but doing their best, a house, food on the table, security, while they wait for politicians to see the light, we can’t have our children exposed to this stuff, what are you going to do about it. Then along comes, Donald’s ex, proudly proclaiming, I’d rather rule in Hell, what has been going on. America used to be the safe haven, now it’s ruled with fear, many afraid to raise their voices, while those with the money, just do what they want, while their off shore wealth keeps on building up, where is the morality you ask!

Solomon encountered help from above, the right wing extremists were trying to curry favor in Europe and elsewhere

, hoping to ramp up their cause, divide European nations, so they could be exploited again. Solomon didn’t think so, and the angels who were gathering were, would never allow it happen. Fifty million died during the second world war, fifty million living humans, Europe in her wisdom, vowed never to allow it happen again. May the plans of all the extremists implode on themselves and their kind only. The power of Prayer, if they were in doubt, they only had to recall the prophet Isaiah, his words effective, amen.

Doubles Dear!

Anyone for tennis, it’s summer, might as well get some exercise, doubles dear, cheaper than the gym, and you are likely to see others, whoever you meet. Stretch the muscles, touch the feet, warm up, it’s not exactly Wimbledon, but you know friends who’ve been there, you promise yourself you’ll visit one year, just to tell the others, that you were there, where ever there is. So many people wear an exterior that bore no relationship to the real self, ask any good homicide detective, the number of psycho’s out there. They can literally smell your fear, cause they have felt it themselves. Like demons, they get to know your habits, can dialogue with you, your hobbies, and the stuff of general interest, in a nutshell, they are living double lives, waiting for opportunity to appear.

The flow of Spirit was an area of intense interest to Solomon, how it is interfered with, the gimmicks used by those of bad intent, hoping to drown or destroy it, in the souls that still had it, those who failed to give up. It was easy to fall in with the power of the day, tell yourself, there was nothing you can do, almost as if you are drowning, just accept it, don’t even try to prevent it. Across the world, there were those vested with Great Spirit, who dealt with the toing and froing of life, the good news and the bad, the opinions of friends, the veritable suitcase of truths, which ones do you choose or believe, or do you pretend. Soaking it up and forgetting it a few minutes later, sounded like good advice, there was no point giving room to gibberish inside yourself, unless it was a comedy you were watching.

He was talking with an old friend, Solomon, that is, be amazed with what Heart Love can do, it brings out the light, it’s that simple. The affirmation arrives again, and again, signs from the heavens, the world is changing, it’s time to be yourselves, the real you, not the doubles partner you pretend to be, amen.

Thank You

Two words, that don’t add up to much, but when said or spoken mean so much, in the heart of the receiver. Solomon was reflecting on life, all the things that happened, the uphill struggles, and then the arrival of the helpers, so many of them, it was hard to believe.  If there was ever a doubt about the existence of that Other World, Smile,

Solomon had no doubts. Throughout the world, there are helpers, who do it every day, just being themselves, going about doing good deeds, dishing out advice, leaving hints, the proverbial army of God. As leonard said, Cohen that is, we often forget to pray for the angels, well, Solomon sighed, thanks. That will put a smile on a few faces, amen.

Her Freedom, where she asks!

The freedom she is allowed, there is so much so see, it is as if she has been given her sight back,  as well as her dreams,  a far cry from the desert she had once lived. She still remembers the smell of the goats, dung burning in the fire, and the drought. Rescued, she was one of the luckier ones, apart from what they did to her down there, she shakes with fear every time the memory hits, who were these men.

In the Name of God and the prophet they said, he must have been a butcher then, who would do that, only someone cruel and resentful. In the bright light, she has found a new home, among the so called infidels, and she has never been happier. Being able to walk along the street, say hello without having to worry. The fear they sowed into so many hearts, it was not God they worshiped, it was something else.

Her voice can listen to the new sounds, her heart dreams, she is not afraid of her thoughts, she can do things she never did before, and her way of life, so much better as well. Her sisters still live there, her dream is to free them too. The fear they encountered when a stranger came to visit, the fear of opening your mouth, the fear of looking into the eyes of someone, the dreading, the death of the Spirit inside. The books they wrote, were not close to the truth, more an exercise in entertainment, they wear black all the time.

Solomon was putting words on an ugly truth, how Spirit was strangled to death in many hearts, voices squashed, the same way, Spirit was sucked out of so many lives, by the religiously chaste; if it was their intention to appeal to God, it was more an appeal to demons instead, did they not understand how to love!

He was in the middle of a war zone, a peace maker of sorts. The religious of his own family, doing their utmost to curb the loving spirit, based of course, on the intellectual thinking of the religious of course, who daily put mill stones around the necks of so many. There only agenda, was to curtail those that did not agree with them, nothing more. And they had allies, many of them. He was writing it to remind himself, they were not very Godly in mind whatsoever, it was an organisational thing with them, nothing more, and reverence for God Most High was far from their actions.

In the meantime, his Friends from the east were being urged to act, in wisdom. The amount of annoying behaviour that can be tolerated has reached its limit, in the face of divine blessings, and He was calling on all the Holy Prophets, to petition God Most High, as there was not much more that could be tolerated. His enjoyment of Spirit, had been curtailed due to their lack of giving while they spied, and harm had accrued on so many occasions, unnecessarily so, and he found this totally unforgivable, so he was sending it up, along with the plight of all the love trapped in so many hearts, on account of their inactions. His word was online, his efforts were known, they had one concern, to perpetuate the past, nothing had changed in fact, amen.

 

They ought to have been removed, amen. Solomon makes his petition in the Name of Jesus Christ, prayers and petitions made in his name are heard in the Heavens above, the greatest truth of all, amen, when from the heart that loves. He saw so many signs too, ask in the Holy Name, it’s exactly what he’d done.

The young women trapped in the desert, their voices and pleas were being heard… the story continues…..

The Older Generation

How can they cope she said, it’s all credit, the two friends were sitting in a cafe, retirees, their usual afternoon chat, one of the grand children was immersed in debt, so the friend shared. He sighed, the older of the two, I don’t know what has them this way. He recalls the odd jobs he did in college to survive, he goes on, he is a retired doctor. She nods, instant everything these days, she nods, a woman crosses the street, the boob job, they can’t be real, he smiles, I noticed a few all right, the older generation.

Example, was the same as it ever was, followed. Solomon wondered did they notice the signals they were giving out. It wasn’t anything personal, it never is, till it reaches your door, then the great wish I thought differently moment. He was recalling the chat with the old friend, they talked a few yards as they strolled, about the energy of certain places, why there was a depth of sadness in certain towns and places, depression sighed Solomon, not like the old days, when they used to talk. Listening to the older generation was wisdom in action.

if only they listened to Mosses and hadn’t worshiped the golden calf, maybe that was a future lesson, and a warning to all of us, from the older generation, amen.