Spirit Raising

The yeast in the mixture, the smile on your face, could it be that easy you ask. The glance across the office, that says it’s okay, we got over it, you can approach me and ask, the fear that is dismissed with eye contact, what’s the worry, the sincere expression that cannot be faked, when it’s real its’ real. the role of every life, Spirit raising, assumes that there is somebody more important that yourself in the room. The child comes home, the shoulders are shrunk, the child is worried, the mother knows immediately, what’s wrong she says, the child is not afraid, he slowly tells the story, in a minute he is feeling all right.

Imagine, Solomon sighed, it was a hard emotion, the small friend who can’t explain it, the fear that his phone hides, the worries of the bigger ones, the fear that is trapped and can’t get out. Solomon was sending the reminder to himself, those who were left behind while those who built themselves kingdoms thought it was all right. the toe rag mentality was a mind set of those of arrogant disposition, he had encountered them regularly, so he warned them about the Spirit, well, it was possibly the best news possible since the days of old, God is real, I have seen the Spirit, watch this space, amen.

Solomon smiled, it was passing on the Spirit, it was just an every day thing, no idols, amen.

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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.

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.

We’ll meet in my Tent says the Dali Lama..

A messenger has come, the “wise” are assembled, the ear of the Holy Divine is burning, the latest atrocity is a news story no one wants to hear; there is too much fear in the system, and the Great One wants something done about it.

(If they can poison the air so readily in Syria, they can do it anywhere!, this madness has to be curtailed, what chance have the bees got!)

So he summons the wise  men and women of Faith;  The Dali Lama, Suleyman The Prophet, the Leaders of The Christian and Islamic faith, to a meeting with Jesus in the desert. How can they solve other peoples problems when they can’t solve their own, it’s been going on awhile, something has got to give, or someone has got to give. The Great One is inside the tent too, behind the veil, he listens.

Sunny day at the oasis, what else, a mid twenty degrees and a sweet breeze, not enough to raise the sands, but cool enough to keep everyone cool under the collar, no excuses. The agenda is simple; all the leaders of their Faiths have to deal with in fighting, and this had been going on a long time, did they not listen to Jesus when he warned them about divided kingdoms; they fail.

“We have obeyed the Great Prophet in all that he asked” says Suleyman

The Dali Lama sighs,

“why is your great religion divided then, why can’t you go back to the cross roads and start again, people are afraid of the anger you share for those of your own faith; can’t you make it plain, you say Jesus is number three in your order, well if that is so, why do you ignore his teachings then!”

“What do you mean asks!” Suleyman,

Jesus is sipping some nice tea and having a few blows from a hookah; he is the only one interested in the pipe, a sweet blend, he enthusiastically partakes. When the others refuse it he quips to himself, maybe they should try each others company more often rather than hide away among their own; who isn’t afraid of what they do not understand. He takes the pipe to his lips, inhales.

“and what about the Jewish question?” adds the Dali lama, who is all smiles as usual.

Jesus raises his eyebrows, it’s a thorny issue, he thought that was dealt with, but it regularly raises it’s head, always when change is on the menu; the usual excuse, point in the other direction, he reaches for the hookah, peace man he sighs.

Inside the veil of wisdom, The Most High listens, and while those outside are not divided for once; they are talking, He sows wisdom in them. A week later, they announce, a new prayer, one for all of them, a small step, but a game changer. When the sworn

enemies became brothers the light they form enlightens….

The Great Healing

Solomon was remarking on the world of old, how the early generations, in particular the early Jewish ones, won the approval of God. The temples exist the monuments still stand in certain places, the story is not controversial, it’s just that believing comes with a price, a sacrifice if you want. Anyway, everyone gets excited, there is a man who heals people, you just have to go see him, seriously. The men in charge abuse their standing, not all of them but some, they see it as a profession, they organize it, they create an organisation. The early Spiritual power they were endowed with in accordance with their beliefs begins to weaken, till it fails all together. This is not working out, the nearness of heaven is in doubt in the minds of the ordinary, our leaders only reward their friends and those who will do them favors. Along comes Jesus to restore the Spirit, he is given the Holy Spirit, the power of the Father. He can heal, there is power in Him. He goes to his home area, those that know of him don’t believe in Him, as a result, they can’t be healed, amen, he does not feel any love.

How hard is it to have faith, when you live among people who adore the material, worship it, how can The Spiritual blessing work?. Solomon saw storms ease, he wondered this, if only they had the faith to believe, then they could heal the world.

Edwin Chota

Edwin Chota,

the AshaninKa people,

Jose isidrio tendetza antun,

the leaders murdered,

for more palm oil!,

the Shuar people,

the indigenous people of south America,

the latest victims,

 

amen.

Frack Off

The world is farcing up,

Sorry world is fracking up,

Yes the environment matters,

Mother earth is in tatters,

Bleached poisoned and dyed,

Beaten hammered she cries,

I’ve had enough of this,

Calls to God Most High,

You letting them away with this,

His anger is hard to disguise,

Must do something quickly,

How about a few warnings,

Tried that long time ago,

Didn’t work out then,

patient he gives it another go,

Small earthquakes water fires,

That should make them think

Slow them down awhile,

Bruised beaten and in tears,

Mother nature is in pieces,

She can’t disguise her fears,

Do something she pleads,

Ice storm and floods,

That’ll slow them for good,

If that doesn’t work out,

She’ll be on my case again,

Anyone with brains out there,

When mother nature calls,

It’s usually action up there,

See image from the sky,

Not imaginary I’m afraid,

But oh so very real,

Amen.