The Bird Stopped Singing

Silence in the street, the familiar hum is gone, the beat that used to fill your head, the side to side rhythm, the bird is silent, but his memory lives on.  How we take it for granted, the sound of music, birds and their tweets, the friendly smile that used to lend you a cigarette, and those conversations that went anywhere but always had meaning. There is no economic value in a bird song, there is no money in music on the street, well, you can press the button and have it automatically, why would live music matter. Solomon heard of the passing on of a good soul and friend of his, a member of the James gang, an outlaw type.  Mornings spent listening for a half hour, the requests he played, Neil Young and more, thanks he says, I’m sure your entertaining elsewhere now.

Good leaders, how the business minded only value money and nothing more, amen. There had to be a loading given to wisdom in the days ahead, the danger to the environment, the abuse of communities, the madness of celebrity culture, there are artists who inspire. Solomon reflected on the many times he heard the banjo play as he rounded the corner, and the smile it would put you his face, and the few requests he could make. It wasn’t economic the activity, but it was wisdom to support it. He had in times past, and now he could as God Most High, and expect to get a hearing, even when he wasn’t right. You never stop listening to music, thanks John.

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The Children of the Void

Empty feeling, they ask for help, while the celebrities play around, the children of the void, waiting for their hearts to fill, many crying in their sleep, expecting to be heard. The lord almighty hears them, the sorrow it fills him with, can they not fill the void. They chase what is material and ignore what is eternal. The Child worries but is too worried, the void, where is the unconditional love you promised me. Boats and expensive houses, pride and glamour dress’s ,do you think think this is going to go on forever, while my children’s needs are left unfulfilled, Solomon was reminding himself, the leaders of this day were going to be harshly judged. It wasn’t that the environment wasn’t an issue, but to ignore the basic needs of the little ones, that was harm on top of harm. Booze filled, vanity driven, worried about the neighbors, do they think i don’t notice such things.

Solomon sat with a friend in a bar, the weather was threatening, they all predicted rain, what else was there to think of, one day they would grow up and develop what is eternal he hoped. Another Guinness sighed Solomon, one day he thought, they would recognize the God Eternal, he hoped it would be soon. There were so many children waiting for the voids in their lives to fill. An arrangement of demons waiting to step in, adding hurt to a growing harm. They have pills for every occasion, and there is no shortage of funds for every form of excess, do they assume they can get away with this. As for the rain, he looked at the sky and said to his companion, rain, where is your faith, amen. The evening was clear, and air light, the power of the Spirit within. Days like this they read about in the ancient scriptures, and when it happens in front of them, they are all blind and deaf, a case of the scriptures coming through again.

Lifting The Spirit

“it does not lift itself, you have to pump the gas, there is an endless supply when we do.

Solomon was reading a story, the ancient worlds, well, 3,000, or 2,000 odd years ago, seems a long time, but when you break it down and add the years of a small community together, the combined ages of six families can exceed a 1,000 years lived very easily. In the days of old, walls made of mud, warm weather, the shepherds in the hills, the women fetching water from the wells, meals prepared in pots, smoke drifting across the yard, children playing, no one worrying either, is the goat getting fat, the only fear, the thought of war, otherwise, plain sailing, the only other threat, the fear of the Romans, they controlling the lands. The Original Jews, believers mainly, worshiping the sabbath, teaching in the temple, waiting for the Messiah to arrive, as written in their ancient books. A lot of discipline required, the communities labor daily, the pharisee’s play at politics, soothing the angst within the community, keeping the roman’s at arms length, who allow them freedom over their own affairs.

We read these stories today, and then we try to compare those times to these, we add what we perceive to be today’s way of thinking, todays standards, to what was going on in those times and we try and make it sound logical, which is not easy, if downright, impossible. Don’t Marry outside your own, do this, do that, adultery an anathema, you can’t have that, it will destroy the peaceful community, you can’t get a bus and arrive in New York, after messing up in Los Angeles. You get the point, it wasn’t as we see things today. But passing on the Spirit, the strengthening of it, passing it on to those already endowed with it, same as passing on your traits, getting stronger and wiser as a result. Lifting the Spirit,isn’t it great to have a Spirit that is strong and full of good purpose, rather than a Spirit that is strong and full of resentment and hate. One version leads you to a life of Great Hope,the other version leads to a world of tyrants. Nurturing in a sound environment, lifting the Spirit, amen.

Justice

angry, angry, she teaches herself, the bottle will cure these feelings, she fills the glass, no longer mixes it, the first taste will intoxicate her, by the third she will be a raving demon, and she will hate herself, justice, the feelings she had an hour before ,a total waste. She sobers up, wakes the next morning, hung over, but used to it, no more than an ache, same as a woman who is used to a regular beating, the pain is the easy part. Anger, she can’t forgive herself. The next relationship, she tells herself she will be different, she will take advantage of him, getting even, justice she sighs, while she reaches for the bottle, later that morning.

Solomon sighed, the circles we make for ourselves, going nowhere but planning as if we will live forever, seeking justice. Jesus had a far simpler way when it came to dealing with anger, forgive them, you are only going to do yourself harm, no one else. The Father sorts it all out in the end. So many are drawn to causes they have no part of, filling the space inside, trying to feel good about them self, busy. Extreme organisations already know this, why do they target those who are easily upset, why, it’s easy to fulfill the hatred these lost souls have. Demons are expert at this, the way they argue even.

Do yourself justice of the real kind, replace your hatred with love, amen.

What’s The Thrill

Do you get a thrill when you see the blood splatter the wall, what  next, is the torn dress a turn on, is the look of fear in her honey blond eyes an aphrodisiac, a blood thirst, the ripped blouse, the appearance of her breast, you want to see more, is this why they write it, the thrill, do we need to fill the mind, are some things meant not to be said, the expression in her eyes, the spittle on the cheek, the tongue licking the blood from the lip, is it a turn on, how images fill the head, the imagination, why do we want to fill the heads this way, is there something else?

If that’s a thrill, imagine the feeling

When This Happens

Are you ready?

when you see the Real Spirit flying high around you, you realise you have a heavenly arsenal of the nuclear type at your finger tips, what thrill would you prefer, the quick fix or the eternal good feeling, the power that demons dread, and you have a mother load, and it’s as simple as writing it, you soon forget the beating, the harm, the real thing, the news the world wants to hear, the only news the demons dread, as Leonard says, there is no cure for this, how beautiful is that, something worth waiting for, and it’s real,

Spirit Resurrected,

Amen

The Children Ring the Bells

Not so dumb anymore, the children are saying what the adults are up to, the trees are talking to each other, the oak says to the birch, there is help out there, here that young girl, from Sweden, I thought they sing over there says the birch, the oak shakes his ears, you been listening to too much AbbA, aren’t we supposed to listen says the small birch, the oak nods, there is a breeze. His home is a home for many friends, problem is someone wants a new set of furniture. every time he hears a chainsaw, it’s the same fear a human fears, when they hear the door open in the middle of the night, when you are expecting no one, you shrivel with fear. The oak has had a few close calls, he remembers the tree hugers, the good humans who formed a ring of safety around him the day the chainsaw men arrived. Not all humans are bent on destruction. They have an addiction for money, and are willing to do anything to get it, the worst addiction in the world, dumb, they can print that stuff they call money.

Oak smiles, birch leans over, what are you smiling at, oak looks down on birch, have you not been listening, birch is too immersed in himself to notice, he is as fearful as a cow on the way to the killing shed, it’s going to happen soon, one way or the other, death, oak is just trying to cheer him up. Help is on the way, I can hear voices says Oak, birch stiffens his leaves, you are hallucinating again. Damn says Oak, did you not read the news, the children of the world are getting real upset, they won’t let their parents get away with it no more, inaction. Remember the name, Greta Thunberg, she will encourage thousands, millions even, and when the children scream, the Heavenly Father listens, they haven’t let him down, the message will get heard, it’s how you get a reputation where it matters, you get trusted. Sure says Birch, his tension beginning to ease.

Solomon sighed, the wisdom of God will be shown through children, and they will make fools of the so called wise. Its’ an important issue, in a world that sells cynicism and hate, the death of the Child within, as if the demons thought they could get away with it, not in a thousand years, amen. He thinks of his sisters and brothers, he tried to show them, that asking the father for help had a very large meaning, but growing up, they forgot the lessons of old. Maybe now, they will get to understand, thanks to Greta Thunberg, and many like her.

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,