My Fault

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 Students perspective

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.

here’s looking at you kid!

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.

The Prophet

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.

Extremism

Getting along, understand your neighbors, no real divisions, sounds like heaven, one side of the coin, the dispossessed, the vulnerable, the victims of their upbringing, the inability to escape family values, the interests the family share, failing politicians, and the right wing left wing extremism, busy burrowing into the psyche via the internet, and the fake news syndrome, those pushing agendas causing chaos, undermining, in the hope of unsettling everyone who does not share their views, the other side of the coin.

Solomon was talking with an Islamic professional, and in the course of the chat, Solomon was doing the talking, his Islamic friend says, this extremism, it’s been going on all across the world, have you not noticed. Both He and Solomon were believers, and he wondered, what was all the difference about. When examined, his friend was right, the stress caused by extreme Islam, the non loving version, had been a cancer across the Islamic world for quite some time, and the source of many wars,far away nations got involved in. Then there was the question of Jesus, recognized by all the main religions, the bridge between them all. Why had no one tried to build that bridge. Perhaps, it was time for this to happen. Allowing the extremists to dictate to the rest of us was tyranny. A common prayer was needed, amen.

Into the west, the situation was much the same. far right, extreme left hoping to take advantage of the so called change. Was it not a time for a reasoned debate on the prospect facing us all. Solomon was just saying it. There was a growing band of disenchanted souls, and they were not alone, and there are these extreme groups waiting to size them up. Dear Father in Heaven, keep an eye on their plans and turn them into babbling fools, amen.

The Entity

We can read their minds, bribe them, we know their thoughts, we are their Gods. Solomon was watching the demon minded, their invisible threat, and what they had in mind. He’d the Holy Spirit within him, a gift from God Most High, use it wisely, he did, to undermine the entity.

They trawl the minds, they have to avoid the heart, Love is their greatest threat, same as a good Clint Eastwood movie, when they get together, they acquire “Faith” of all things, what, that stuff that makes you do kind and stuff, makes them abhor violence, will even require you to love, Faith, the burden of the demon, The Strength of God.

Life is told in stories and Jesus was the best at if, for pure simplicity. By pass the head, go straight for the heart, do it together, and you will become a friend of the Almighty, amen.

The Details

What’s this fascination with gore, brutality, ugly and pure fear, the details, we love to read the details or are we fed them just to make us all a little more insensitive,  dehumanizing us a little further, reducing our power to shock, that was only a slash, you should see a real stabbing, the blood is everywhere, the details, the artery was severed and there was blood on the ceiling, but the brain tissue spread was all over the bed clothes, and from the bulge in the aorta you can see it was a stressful time for the victim, the news has to be gory or we

wont read on. Solomon was in a situation, the usual, one soul with something the others were deemed to want too, was lording it over the others, was it the same story, just from another angle. of course, without the details, we can’t build up the trauma or the anxiety, it just ain’t the same is it. did you see the cut down the back, it went from the fourth vertebrae to the lower back, what damage, doesn’t it look artistic, the details he sighed, we get lost in details, as they tend to merge with our emotions somehow, but we were trying to be helpful! in the meantime, 200 million children daily and growing, i’m being very generous, the figure is far higher, blame the details of course, but …..