Wandering Star

Jesus was a wandering Star, and as he said to his apostles, that Spirit he carried was never going to have a rest, it is eternal in other words. Sometimes, the way is misleading, the signs are not as clear as some people suppose, what do those ancient words mean, and what happens when the so called experts get it wrong, and put a very mean meaning on words that are meant to include everyone who wants to believe. It’s a thorny issue, and given the happenings during Holy Week, we seem to be getting reminders. The message hasn’t changed, but the container it seems has to be redesigned. Well, Solomon encountered the Spirit, not the man made stuff you use to get drunk on, but the one you are supposed to get inspired on. There was no pride in the visit, but an lot of responsibility.

The sky too was showing the intention of divine intervention lately, as Ezra says, when the moon and the sun appear in the Sky together, it’s a moment of awakening.. Men and mad made devils were going to have to account for themselves, and that day is getting closer. Before the orchestra sings again, before the singers get the tune, it’s time to get the meaning right. Solomon wasn’t earning plaudits, he was telling it as it is. Well the Spirit does not make mistakes, but demons do try to conceal great truths, they being fully aware of the damning truth.

Solomon sighed, it’s easy to be fooled by men, and those that supposedly believe can easily hide among men, we have been warned. how often have we been dragged along and told a certain truth only to find out later it was all a farce, created to deceive and confuse, the war in Vietnam and so many other events, presented to assume the aggressors were the countries invaded. Years later you find the truth, no comfort for the victims. Real believers don’t let their fellow believers suffer, they don’t sit in castles and lecture the world, while getting the plaudits of their friends. Pharisee’s do that, as Jesus pointed out continually, don’t be deceived, amen. If Jesus said the Son of Man was not going to find a permanent home, he had many things on his mind, apart from the struggle the Spirit would have to endure. He wanted to encourage us to hang in, the promise he made, the helper will come along.What did he say about the way they treated the prophets, has all that much changed, lets hope it has.

So think of your life like a wondering star, on the move, don’t get caught by the old chestnut, how am I going to get through this. Jesus had to leave the Apostles regularly to find space to listen, their doubts doing in his head, despite the Miracles. So don’t feel bad if you find it all confusing at times, deeds as Jesus said are the key to your salvation, just as the story of the Good Samaritan tells. And remember, demons will only fill you with doubts and in the end try to destroy you. Solomon sighed, it was time to add a prayer to his story. If they even think about doing harm to a believer, may their schemes implode on them. The same was happening to the schemes of extremist. With a wet sail behind him, Solomon wanted to push them over the proverbial cliff. Nice ring to that, so piggish,

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Going Back to My Roots

Where do you come from, what is your history, what do you know about your relations, are you from a tribe of God, what has your life been to date, what skills have you acquired, what do you plan to do with them, the talent you are given, the habits that were passed on to you, the ancient wisdom, certain gifts can be passed on, family to family, says so in the ancient scriptures, it’s the same with love, parents live in union, the habits they have they pass to their children, going back to your roots, where do you come from, and does it matter.

Solomon sighed, He was reading the ancient scriptures, and saw the genealogical family lines, the generations of families in the life of Jesus, all the way down the line, the sons of Noah, and so on, David, etc, it is all recorded, then the great dispersal, when the Jewish decendants were moved around the earth, where do we come from. If it’s laid out in ancient times, what does it mean for the current times, simply this, there exists those with the Gift of the Holy Spirit, alive in the world today, conduits of God’s Great Spirit. As we love, we pass on those gifts, amen.

Addiction

Can’t fill the gap inside, it’s impossible, can’t, I am going to throw up, she is on her feet and moving, not too bad he smiles, geeing up her Spirits. She is seriously wobbly, will collapse at the first obstacle, he holds her arm, he is leading her to the toilet. Spittle at the edge of the mouth, her hair once lush, has thinned out, he waits outside the door, making gestures to himself, this too will pass. Alcohol addiction, what a curse. He listens while she washes up, readies the energy, she will require his time for a few days, in order to get over the worst of it. The nerves will settle, it’s just the encouragement she needs at the start.

The bathroom door opens, there is a smile on her face, the same smile you would imagine on a small baby, after taking it’s first steps, i did it I did it, you sure did he sighed, how easy was that, a little effort, a smile on a face. She makes it back to the bedroom, her glass of water is half full, she will want a refill. A loud sigh, she is between the covers, food he asks, she shakes her head, I will get you a glass of water instead. He leaves the room, ventures to the kitchen, takes a deep breath, slogans come to mind, he makes an effort to ignore them, refills the glass, heads back up the stairs. She is sleeping, day one over he sighs, while leaving the glass on the bedside locker.

With a little help from you friends sighed Solomon, and it’s easy to overcome, an addiction.

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…..

Old Man Reading…

Sits in the same chair, been doing it for years, he’s reading that old book. They pass him, the grandchildren, they don’t want to engage with him, he’ll ask questions, he is boring, can’t run or walk, just an old man reading a very old book. They go out on the street, leaving the old man to the book.

A year later they are back in the house, the old man is still reading the book, picking through the threads, adding bits to the wisdom he has been pooling. They shrug, I told you, all he does is read that book, no one will believe it, he just reads it over. Across the street a painter works a mural.

Years later they are back at the house, he must be nearly a hundred, there, he is still reading that book, his eyes, how can he keep it up, they shrug, go out side, they catch up with old school friends, they are at university now, across the street they notice, Jesus, what a beautiful mural they say.

He struggles on his back, the temple is being repainted, the light is poor but there is day light left, he wants to finish it before his vacation, he adds a few strokes, eases back, takes a second look, the shade of blue is perfect, her eyes mirror the blue in her garment, giving it the divine affect.

They went out in pursuit of what was only going to last a moment, well, once consumed it’s gone, while what the old man pursued, was what was going to last for ever. Nice and easy does it every time. Solomon sighed, what’s the rush, time is plentiful, what were you going to fill it with, was what mattered, amen.

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Artists Artists Artists.. United?

He has something to say, you should listen to him, she has a new voice, listen, artists, the small child has words he wants to say, he’s a child no one listens, why. Artists, the great global consciousness, well that was the way it was supposed to be, the collective thoughts contained in their works, be it sculpting, writing poetry, long stories, canvas, all filled with need, their heads and the hearts, pouring into the world their thoughts; man, I wanted to hear those words, they mean something, artists, and what happens, or more important, what is it that this all means. Consciousness, awareness, the need to show, the necessity to open hearts to new pathways.

What in affect happens; down through the centuries, anyone who harboured thoughts that conflicted with the dogma of the ruling class of the day, usually thwarted, unless they had the patronage of the same people, and when some made a break through, difficulty is what they found, resentment caused, labels applied, unwell, not one of us and so on, unless the general populace loved them and defended them.

Solomon was reflecting, there were so many issues, so many you’d be lost in the haze. He read about the difficulties the traditional sources of comfort were having; loss of personnel, message not being absorbed, loss of connection, and so on. In relation to divine enthusiasm, if you based your “art” or “vocation in life”, on the connection overhead (Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, the real one, was saved a few times), a power that hit the peaks at the time of Jesus, you would assume you’d hang onto the connection, not by cheating, but by incorporating the principles in your life. If talent dries up, maybe it’s time for a career change, rather than go fishing for others talents, those less organised as they say; otherwise their divine connection blurs then dies.

Solomon was comparing the times of Jesus Christ, the threats that he had to overcome, the weakness of the believers in the face of miracles, and the regular threat, same today as then, of the already organised machine that controls so many lives. At a time when there has been so many signs, and they are on the way, everyday in fact, the danger of speaking up, saying it as it needs to be said, simply, be brave.

Artists, avenues for thoughts to disperse; there has never been a more needy time for them. Your job won’t matter if the toxic dump leaks into your water supply; and the environment for your children won’t change into positive territory, until you make the effort to improve things; leaving it to your leadership, is the same as waiting for Godot.