Thinking Tough

Putting on your  shoes, reaching over the bed, damn, it’s a long way down there, putting on your shoes, what a dream. How simple a thought how impossible the dream, he looks at the shoes, the day is an anniversary. Twelve months since the accident, it seems like yesterday. The waiting is the worst part. He pulled the bell ten minutes earlier, still no response. It’s a busy unit. He stares at the shoes, thinking all the time, the petty issues we worry over, nothing really. The soup is cold, does it matter, the meat is over cooked, was the chef drinking again, the wry comments. He left the restaurant, his memory is fuzzy, it’s never the same after a great trauma. He tries to recall the events, but it gets to the point when it goes blank. He was three days in a coma.

The door opens, she opens her mouth, a cheery sound escapes. Ready for the day, any plans she says. He looks at the shoes, she catches his gaze, knows what he is thinking. One day, they are making great strides medically she says. Nineteen years of age, unable to move from the chest down, and you think it’s tough he says, thinking to himself.

Solomon sighed; there is a Spirit you can ignite inside you, but it requires effort, a step in the dark, but you have to trust. What was it Jesus said; you have to have faith, that’s where the power of Spirit lies. Once you did, you could ask for anything. Imagine the wonder, the feelings in the feet, pins and needles feeling, a grief to some, the greatest of reliefs to others.

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Mr Dylan

Bob dylan what you doing I’m young one and under attack,

You sang about war worry love what about the very young,

Talk is cheap and record sales matter what about the heart,

Young and tender under pressure and no one standing up,

We thought you had guts and would do something with talent,

Have you forgot where you came from have you had enough,

Come on Mr Dylan get the lyric sheet out and talk about it,

The battle for the soul is the last war on earth worth winning,

And the young ones are in the firing line and very exposed,

Just one voice is all we need to hear how about you and young,

It’s be a great combination and well worth the effort involved,

More important than anything else you have ever done, Imagechildren to care for,

Well add my voice to your chorus and sing with Mr Young,

Be the voice that cries stop  to this war been waged on the young.

Busy day in Heaven

A Busy Day in Heaven, St. Peter is reading the petitions, the violent indoctrination and the globalisation of young children is trending, but is not very trendy in Heavenly circles, posing real issues for the Heavenly brigade… Peter reads a petition out loud..

 

hear me Lord,

I’m crying out

don’t understand

what is wrong,

I’m confused

Disillusioned

very young,

forever into trouble

my mam

teachers at school,

older boys bully me

everything sexualises me,

can you explain

this life is a gift,

what have I to do

make it work all right,

St. Peter is alarmed

Grabs the Prayer

Thousands of them,

Begins to cry

 

Peter breaks down, takes a time out, but is soon motivated again, goes back to work. He reads a few more petitions….

 

Dear God,

 

They say you are wisdom unlimited, well I’m calling and I need your help. I’m a  young chap, twelve years of age, been put on untested medication that is supposed to assist my concentration, a medication program dreamed up by a very savvy marketing team that mined the world for social problems, and in the process devised a whole new market for their various drugs, filling the void in a market that should never have been allowed to happen, the result of many decades of inaction prolonged by corruption that has spread worldwide, the result of tolerance and appeasement of violence aimed at the teen market, and a failure of family life that was expected to happen, governments across the globe and their assorted consultants were aware of this, but were powerless to act because of the long blackmail list the criminals of the world gathered, many dressed in fine suits with big reputations and professional qualifications. Unbelievable stuff natters Peter to himself, where did this wisdom come from. Door swings open, God Most High appears, you were looking for me were you.

One of those disturbed children again, were having a flood of them quips peter.

 

 A child who lives daily with the scar of abuse, brought on not by interference but by blatant indifference to the many obvious social problems that were allowed to grow, because of the sure fired remedies these so called global experts could guarantee, it’s a case of setting fire to the hospital burning all inside and rebuilding it again, similar to the wars that were sanctioned by the same people who tried to control everything in the world. Free will and those fallen angels who sold out our side to the evil one, God takes the petition and reads it again.

 

God cries tears, is speechless, what comfort can I offer this young one, his prayer having made a deep impression. A week later there are a few major happenings.

 

God Most High is spotted in the sky, media try to hold the sighting out of view, aliens, great answer, answers media Spin Doctor, alarmed at the thought of a global renaissance in faith. God’s angel begins marking the good and setting them free, his protective cloak all around them, justice is this child’s name and I’m going to sort this out, I should have acted sooner but I was merciful you see, the vultures who feed on the weak and vulnerable are in for something unforgettable, Boy wakes from his sleep feels the power and is set free.

Slick advertising executive that planned and organised the coup of coups finds his life falling apart, gilded reputation is soon in tatters, step one, network of acquaintances tremble as one by one the same starts to happen to them, Devil’s collective are alarmed it’s game over for them, how did we manage to lose control of the plot, they have every market cornered, can select for success who ever they want, but one voice has made it all the way through, the fallen angels begin to choke, who will be next.

 

The straw that broke the camels back wasn’t any stronger than any one before, and the child who prayed the unforgettable prayer, was a tear so far, but also a blessing in disguise.

Rather than wait for time to run it’s course, God Most High intervened early, thereby setting forth with radiant clarity, what he will never ever accept again, the undermining of young children, not the selective punishment for PR purposes the occasional one, but the entire violent sexualisation of the human population through the indifference of almost everyone. If you have brains, a heart, or a conscious, you’ll start a campaign to stop the violent indoctrination of children, that has been ongoing for as long as life itself, but has been accelerated with such an intensity these last ten years, that it’s almost impossible to find a little one with a clear head on these matters, and what a great future that holds for the next generation. Did I say that right Peter, wonders Nelson Mandela, who continues to work tirelessly for the rights of the very young, his latest role, and you suppose Elvis is retired too, what a surprise awaits you all. Have you seen the picture in the sky, it’s real, so is Heaven, so is Hell, repent, it’s never been a better time to be on good terms with God Most High, amen.Image