He hears a sound vibration, there is a band playing in the harbor, the young and the eager, there are fools who raise their heads when they hear gun shots when they should keep their heads down, never panic. He has to get closer to the action, burb burb, he is going to risk it, it’s thrash near the top, same everywhere, but if you want to sample it, you have to risk it, he pokes his fishy ear out of the water, see’s the lights flashing, hears the base sound, it’s rocking, so this is what it’s like to be human. He ingests a tab, acid rain, they used to dump nuclear stuff in the harbor, before the authorities copped on, his stomach frizzes, this is terrible, the concert in the harbor forgotten, it’s a fight for survival, so much for the Mirror, I’d rather be a fish, Ma!.
She screams and screams till she can’t scream at all, she is practicing for the roaring Olympics, winners get to pass on their DNA. The habits we acquire, each generation has it’s traits, it began with the time of Jesus, when he brought the Spirit into the world, I hear you he says, who needs laws, hasn’t religion divided us for too long, the wars that are fought to express it, our point of view. Why you can’t live without it, it’s very simple, do you want a world controlled by strongmen and those who crave
power, or do you want a world controlled by love, i.e., the way an average home used to be, a sanctuary.
Solomon heard the arguments, and the way the law of the jungle was rolled out to appease argument, same law and mindset, that helped end the life of many premature babies, they won’t be strong, they will be a burden to you, they won’t live fulfilled lives, the assortment of arguments, and the best of all, it’s your life after all, pass it on, it’s your right. Well, Solomon had the news many didn’t want to hear, The God of Heaven is real, and life is a gift, pass it on before you get distracted again.
There’s a line of coke on the table dude, hurry up, nice view he thought, who needs God!.
Have a nice day, listen to this!
It was not the reaction, it was the ardent hate, it wasn’t Nazi Germany, it was twenty first century first world thinking, an elite with their hands on power, assuming they were going to be as successful as those they replaced. Modern world power, we control the mind, we fill the media, we use others, the way a mob boss does, you don’t rise to the top unless your dirty, examples of it written all over the place, was it my fault she said. The oceans are clean, the off shore theft continues, water supplies are getting cleaner, there is more money in existence than ever before, the machines that print it, the legal schemes that create it, how can it survive, when it ignores wisdom. My fault.
Solomon had the proof of divine interventions, had encountered the Holy Spirit. Revelation was filling the airwaves, new truths coming out everyday, as if preparing the people for change, my fault.
The morning comes, the preparation is made, the breakfast, a few texts from friends, ready she sighs, her new school, a new experience, friends she hopes to meet, and the teachers, hope they are good she prays. The effort made to educate and teach, the habits passed on, and the harvest down the line many years later.
Solomon was remarking on the cycle, how it begins, slowly, how influences are made, and the affect it has on those we meet. It was the story of old told another way. How we lay down steps from our actions, and the perspective of the student, who puts their trust in you.
There is a bad happening, the president is reacting, everyone is watching, how will he react they say. If he calls for thoughtful reflection he is considered weak, the usual mongrels only appreciate the hard talk, peace is for the weak ended. How those looking on behave as a result, after all, they have a students perspective, and try to trust in those that are teaching them.
The mask slips, the mirror, ill luck, to be before it look so unwell, the hours spent massaging the ego, tending to the mirror, why do you need clean underwear he asked, what if i am involved in an accident, wouldn’t it be better if you survived, rather than have thoughts of pride, the mirror. No one wants to be uncle scary, no one wants the religious authorities defining what love is, we would all much prefer if they practiced it, it would somehow be more meaningful. He tends to the tasks, feeds the machine, well it keeps him in work, and the future job prospects are superior once you are an insider, the mirror, what everyone else is doing, was it the story of the great dramatist, who got his choice subjects to laugh at themselves, not realizing till later, it was their own mirror they were looking into, so much about mirrors, it seems we look into them everyday. was it a question of judgement, seeing how we look at ourselves believing that was how others viewed us, judging all the time.
The image sighed Solomon, was it the feed we were on, more of ourselves, till there was nothing else, possibly.
He sat for days, waited till his mind was free of the influence, the matter that was floating in his life, and all the lives within his compass, wait, then the light came, from a very distant land, a vision,
green, it was a cup of wisdom, and filled Him with enlightenment, then he headed away and said, the world is going green, amen.