Price of Wisdom

The queen of Sheba, meets Solomon, she recognizes wisdom when she hears it, can see how others misused it, is horrified, what she cries, are they all demons she wondered, those she thought she could trust, playing with the truth, using her to gain riches. Solomon sighed, it’s the year 2020, over three thousand years since the original words were written. The chaos and destruction she was told about, it had to happen she was told, until she listened to the words of wisdom; imagine what she thought of those around her.

There is a general panic, many made genetics becomes a monster in the making; progress she sighed. She recalls the efforts of Darwin to twist the reality of creation, the possibility of a perfect human race, that led to the attempt to wipe out the Jewish people. progress, more like pride she sighed, as men tried to out do each other. What about the 25 trillion stored off shore; what use was it now, what good would it do them. Then Solomon told her; God tests his people, and when put to the test, they stand firm, and overcome. She smiles; the demon and his army of angels must be feeling closer to extinction tonight. Amen, Solomon prayed yes they are.

Big Reputation

What others think of me, that’s all that matters, God Most High listens, to the inner ramblings of the mind, with the assistance of wisdom, who can read everybody. Bling, flesh, a Brazilian,  nice lines, an inner drive, an energy that needs to get out, high octane. Bob Dylan cringes, why can’t I write those words, another screams, wish I could have stole them, words.

The arena is empty, the tour is on hold, the cocaine has to be paid for, no surprise, the big dealers are inn trouble, the market has dried up, and those further up the chain, doing a clean up, no customers to supply, courtesy of the Virus, how Ironic, what is invisible, has such a weighty influence, how strange is that, and the churches closing their doors, what are they doing, to the reputation of God, well, what is faith, amen.

The Sheep panic…

The great threat arrives, the paid men run, the shepherd soon realized, where was their trust, the parables of Jesus, replayed in real life, the ship is at sea, the winds are strong, where is your faith He Asked, didn’t you see the great wonders, how taxing it must have been, to have to remind them again and again, the Spirit of God is inside me, and it’s inside you too, you just have to create the space for it to thrive, a healthy mind, not one filled with jealousy and spite, that’s the demons daily diet, amen. You can’t serve God and Money, one will get the better of you, listen if you have ears.

Solomon read a story, the history of genetics, and the threat of virus’s, and how easy it is to manipulate such things, so simple it doesn’t even need a degree. The timing of the read, the advent of the corona virus, the vicious words used to instill fear in everyone. Don’t give up your faith, God is real, and his mercy is great, don’t panic ever, amen.

Reading from the holy books; Ezra in particular, there is so much in it that connects to these times, so Solomon read it aloud, to those listening in secret, in case they forget, there is God and there are words, that add up. As Jesus said later, it’s never too late to return to God, amen.

I’m a neighbor too

They,

hurry past the house, they know who lives there, the old lady is weird, they hurry their steps as they pass by. Inside their home, they bolt the doors, safe in doors, free from the world, the only thoughts, those they share with each other. The news, the story of a sickness, she thinks more anticeptic, he plans to wash more, they are a careful couple. Around the world, mortality is threatened, news of infection, not far from the attitude of those, who having wealth, are not into mixing with their poorer friends; they will only ask for help, don’t you know what they want. Neighbors.

Solomon sighed, a world threatened is a chance to develop new ways, or the return to old styles of caring. He recalled the truly great philanthropists, from the early 1900’s, the landmarks they left behind, the culture they encouraged, the gifts they gave to all, not selecting among the friends, a long time ago. maybe the new crisis, would encourage a new world outlook. Time was needed to size up the dirt that needed cleaning; did they really want their children to grow up stressed; as if they could do nothing.

Solomon recalled the night of the Spirit, the power of words that came with it; no power on earth could come close to it, amen. Neighbors, where were the borders, since we could reach out to every part of the world with our thoughts, thanks to the web.

Insight to the Corona Virus

Preparing for a journey, bags packed, you are heading down the stairs, you better hurry Jack, he misses a step, lands on the ground floor, full of energy, the energy that lifts, no need to worry, this is a time to relax, everyone light in mind, the usual worries abandoned, less anxiety better health.

She checks the window, peers into the street, has a habit of worrying. Getting older, the streets are not so safe, she watches the news, the nightly reports of crime, ensures she lives in a well guarded house, three locks on the front door, double bolts at the rear, she’d feel safer in an apartment block, with no back door.

Restriction in movement, the normal path is not safe, he takes the long way round, avoids the road block. Getting to the appointment is not easy, there is a border to cross, and it’s busy everyday, as the local inhabitants who live on the Palestinian side are made wait, he gets to his appointment on time, because he knows how to escape the patrols.

Market trader sits in his office, numb, his futures market has been wiped out and no one is keen to trade, after loosing his capital he has no place to move, the house mortgaged, who could predict the 1929 crash, and then the aftermath, while those with the means, exploited the weakness in the market and the loss of so much paper credit.

The world is running out of control, the fish are gasping for breath, the animals are moving from the forest, clean water is getting rarer by the day, children are unable to keep up their stress levels, there is a rise in depression everywhere, they need to slow down. A voice calls from the wilderness, listen to the words of the prophets it says.

 

Dante’s Comedy Divine, 2020

Angels are all around us, they watch us when we stand before the mirror, don’t be paranoid, you will encounter them in time and they have seen it all, how you pose, the twists before the mirror, how you grab the fat around your waste, the dirt in your ears, what you do with the garbage, what you really think of your friends, your likes dislikes, it’s not a secret, that’s in your mind, and the Spirit can access that when it wants, relax, you didn’t drop a bomb on any one or invade a country for wealth reasons, the example of Saul of the road to Damascus is there to encourage you, and those beams of light, it’s not that much of a mystery, relax, but I would recommend giving up the porn habits though, they can become you. So the angels are on the look out, children see this every day, don’t be alarmed, you are addicted to this world, most people are, like Madonna says, it’s a very material world, don’t panic, just imagine the view they have of the average life, if this interests you, read on, imagine the invisible audience, have a worlds view of what’s going on, and don’t worry when your on the loo, we all have to do that stuff, just wash your hands when your finished.

Inside the apartment, pretend you’re watching a movie, and if after the movie you have issues, get down on your knees and ask for help, you will be surprised how fast it will arrive. Once your heart starts working again, as intended, things happen that will surprise you. Whatever you do, don’t smirk too much.

No time to waste, I’m getting fat, watching TV

and all of that.

Bored, unable to handle reality, need a time out, TV, sit there like a zombie, and eat it all up, and plan to do the same tomorrow.

A sorbet for dessert sounds yummy, A chunk of rich fat for my tummy. Yums, a knock at the door, God it’s you, what did you call for.

And so the Story goes, I ask her in, she’s humble and polite.

TV Dinner I see, she says with delight. One click of her

Hand, the TV explodes. I gasp and wonder, what the hell

Is going on, half the world is starving while the other

Half wonders what they’d like to cook

(the image, what will the elders do about that, excuses)

So you might wonder, whoever is reading this, what the hell is going

On. Let me explain…

I’ve wondered the world over, for that one kind heart, that one person, who might help stop this crap. Children are exhausted, women feel like meat, men behave like second hand car salesmen, my girl won’t do that.

Writer, revolution, change merchant, defender of truth, I’ve come Across the worst and the best in less than a week. So while all of us hurry to our next important date, don’t forget the important details and the most important of fates, a face to face with the creator of the earth. I know this to be true; he walks the earth each day. Most of us are too busy to notice like. Will you put some diesel in the tank champ, I’m from limerick boy!!

None of us are going to change the world, but together we must try.

And as the blessings flow in places, don’t worry about vocation, life is one, from the start you have choices. If exploiting is how you see it, I’m sure now you are having panic attacks of sorts, well, what if, maybe, yes, it’s real, amen.

He rolls into the office, the headlines are on the desk, Mary brings his coffee in, anything else boss she says, he nods, a cursory roll of the hand, be off it says while I have a read through this. The lawyer took care of that, and they hired investigators too, totally clean he assumes, there were a few. it is still unsettling, even if it hasn’t reached his office yet, meanwhile, down at the parish office, they are discussing child welfare issues, raise your hands, in the house of whom, and in the name of whom, stuff that does not need answers, imagine it, a world created that had a bias towards men, and the problems it brought, same as giving an Austrian corporal a mega phone, when the nation was suffering, suffering for what, wasn’t it the industrial behemoths that ended the war, not the soldiers themselves, winner the spoils, only gave rise to serious resentment, and opportunity to extremists, the others worn out after such a struggle with fate. Human ingenuity, no prizes for guessing, just add in the unseen made real, no books either, no platitudes, heard them all, of course I know, you support Spirit, you never stop reminding everyone, be glad, someone listens.

The jet encounters engine trouble, a few stomach churning moments, calm again, you wonder if it’s a warning, do you believe in serendipity, those lies you convinced yourself with, don’t have the same hold anymore, hasn’t caught everyone, not the way you hoped.

The new gizmo’s, can’t keep up with them, technology is moving too fast, the brain is not wired for this speed of thought, the income has to flow, otherwise no expansion plans, probably worried to hire, you remember your own ambitions, they will get rid of you, when the time comes, but being experienced, you plan an exit that looks good on paper.

Who will distract you next, the use of chemicals is ongoing, how long will they continue to be affective, they will figure out another, give her a call, that takes care of the afternoon, the days pass, the new recruit has a handle on it, one of those, yes boss types. No imagination, follows orders, he will be the go to man, you just give him instructions, as if you’re a retiring boss, haven’t seen the wife for awhile, how patient she is now, before she was a nuisance, imagine putting your children before success, unthinkable. The conscience begins to unfurl.

The Residue

Leftovers on the table, he eyes the last two roast potatoes, if they are all ignoring it, that means none of them wants it, they taste great, he scans the plates on either side, all he can see is the conversations going on, the lick of gravy on the side of the mouth, clean it will you, it’s sticking out, across the table, a fork in the air, moving left and right, almost with the skill of an orchestral director, still he has his eyes on the prize, those last two golden crisp potatoes. Will I be brave and reach out.

What are you waiting for William she says, catching his eye, he dips his head, a smile on his face, he slowly reaches in, got you he thinks, he has one of the potatoes on the big spoon, he is moving it carefully to his docking station, his plate. No one said a thing, will he be brave enough to take the other, go for it he tells himself. Eight years old, it’s awhile before you learn about the etiquette of eating in a group. She gives him a re assuring nod, the second potato is on the spoon. You are not eating both of them another diner calls out, as he drops it onto the messiest part of the plate, where old flecks of gravy and a white sauce have mixed into a brown mulch, he does it deliberately, no one will ask for the potato back now, too late, all that residue.

Solomon sighed, we learn hopefully, we lean on the past, we see how nationalism becomes a movement of hatred, the wars across the world, home led, the same causes, repeated again and again, too much power in the same closet, time to get angry, time to get rich, we will sort them boy. The world had enough of all that argument, it was well past it’s sell by date, same as those religions, who intentionally miss quoted the old words, in order to divide opinion, and what was their residue; the incitement of hatred.

Surely they believe in God he hoped, and as such, put their efforts into rising spirits, rather than renovating old organisations.