Scream and Shout….

Do you love me, do you do, run faster Mr Murphy, the sargent is screaming at the new recruits, do you think this is christmas, this is war he shouts, many years later, the old marine recalls the training, the mental stress that was applied, the shouting, the taunts, the bear with us awhile, it will only make you stronger, the words ring bells in his head many years later.

Solomon sighed, spoilt for choice, bored, the excess’s they have to go to, as if they are children with too much free time and money to spend. He recalled the child, tensed up in the corner, eyes wondering, eyes deep in it’s head, as if all life had been taken away, the child does not understand the screams and the shouts, it sure wasn’t this in the beginning, it was sootihng he recalls, they were nice to him…but he is slowing getting used to it, and the Spirit inside is being battered. Meanwhile..

Conscientious mary is at a rally, something to do with christmas songs, and how inappropirate the lyrics of some, they have to be changed to suit the political thinking of the moment. It’s so important to attend the rally, you never know who you might meet afterwards, there might even be a party. Solomon raised his eyebrows to the headline, a christmas song of old, made references to a cold night, and a cosy meeting of a man and woman on a cold christmas night, song idiots decided there was a threat to humanity in the words, another notion of political mad thinking. In the old days, ancient days, language had many meanings, violence meant strength, virgin meant woman without child, and as for other sensibilities, you don’t have to dig.

His Father screams at him, go to bed, your not getting supper till you learn math…

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Paid to Cause Chaos….

how often, she is unbalanced as it is, she is literally a push over, there is only so much she can handle, they tear away at her like ferrets, she is slowly worn down, the way a herd of hyenas tracks a lion, one group replaces the other, till the great lion is downed, there is one of him/her

, by many of them. Solomon sighed, the way the news can drown the mind, and the tactics used by those who try to undermine what they can’t destroy.

In the old days, the sticks were collected, the people assembled in the square, the bonfire lit, the victim burns, many of them women, who happened to have ideas, nothing more.

But he recalled the ancient words of Jesus, and what he spoke of the Holy Spirit, then thought of those who tried to harm the vulnerable, those that supplied those of perverse habits, those that encouraged dark habits in children, wasn’t it all an assault on the Inner Spirit, too right it was, just no one was saying it. As for those who cause chaos, he felt sorry for them, they only put marks on themselves, you are never alone, having seen the Spirit, there was no cause for alarm….

Lifting the lid….

Have you ever realized as to the number of people who don’t wash their hands after doing their thingee, and the rise in infectious diseases as a result of it, just saying, It’s a bit of a stink, imagine the child in care, dependent on the adults who are not family, insecure, well, it’s why he is in care anyway, a what does it matter, if he overdosed Friday he”s forgotten an hour later, that’s a bit of a stretch I know, just bouncing ideas off the lid, gosh did another drop hit the seat, no one will notice anyway, did I wash my hands, who’ll notice, aha, so the world is a dirty place, no wonder the native tribes suffered when the white man arrived, all those diseases they brought with them.

Solomon was reading the story of the sentinel Islands, where an adventurer tried to engage with the native people, protected from such intrusions, by law, to cut to the chase, they fire down arrows on him and he’s killed, god bless him. This group of natives are kept isolated from mankind, because of the risk of disease the white man carries, and this is the 21st century.

Monday night, the news, the expose about those prisoners in their own homes, bullied and terrified, women who are slaves, children not allowed to have opinions, any form of Spirit, damned from the outset, cause it is against the rules.  The same goes on in front of your eyes, and it’s the story of many who covet control through religious means. Solomon saw the Spirit destroyed on countless occasions, and while it was a gift to observe such destruction, he imagined why it was not difficult to work out, that to gain Spirit you had to have some in the first place, just as the ancient words said.

The unspoken is said, there is a sigh of relief, it had to happen, amen.

Thanks Giving

Patriot doing his duty, following orders, has been sent to Kill a difficult leader, there is a rebellion going on in Columbia, the forest is in the way, they need the land to grow palm oil trees, and the local environmentalist is getting in the way, there is big money, and they have friends in Washington, it’s not a Clancy plot, it’s not a G

Grisham movie, it’s basic fact, many leaders were removed from the sixties on, righteous men, in the way, removed to make the dollars, while the environment, physically and socially was destroyed.

We need wise leaders, and those that serve all that is good, so Solomon prayed. He sighed, the what if story, how men like JFK were removed in their prime, and as for the men behind these awful crimes, what amount of blood is on their hands, no amount of water will ever wash away. They must be old now he sighed, and when they went to meet their maker, what excuse would they have?. It reminded him of the ancient words, they will kill you, and think they are doing good, how often had they got that wrong. But give thanks too, at least we know that the old words stand the test of time, and that was great news for all believers, amen.

Talent

Make sweet noise, all you need, a good producer, someone good with sound, a decadent lifestyle, late night brawls, paparazzi, an agent, and a steely determination, a reliable drug dealer, it wont help, but it helps to have one still alive, they both laugh, and a doctor who will prescribe. The young artist, the latest new bee, is listening to the ageing rocker, on his third liver, and on a waiting list for a kidney, which won’t be too long, there is one being flown in from Pakistan later in the week. The kid is mesmerized by the gold rings on the thick fingers, is that spoon really gold, it’s better than meeting the Pope. Want to try some, he spots the kid eyeing his Oreo’s, just one, i don’t normally.

The kid leaves the den, an out of town estate, he rides a taxi back to the city, a little high. So that’s what I can expect, a refrigerator full of replacement organs, a doctor who does the illegal, and friends who hang around while the drugs are free. Not a good way to use your talent, amen.

Dark Chaos

A random comment, dark energy consumes, light energy gives, you know?, she asked, he swung his tongue around his mouth, a few times, giving himself time, wasn’t it obvious, surely a child could figure this out. There were so many common day experiences that proved this, did it require an answer, dark energy consumes, it eats you away, dulls your creative function, depress’s, causes you to consume more just to get over it, as pervasive as a deeply rooted cancer, you have to stop it quickly otherwise it will take over.

I should have a teacher he sighed, I am a teacher he replied, we are all teachers then he sighed, we are just not aware of it. In the world of light, God communicated, that stone was lifted, baggage thrown overboard, the ship begins to rise, the boat is buoyant again, the heart smiles. Solomon recalled the early parables, sleeping on the boat, the storm, why worry, where is your faith, don’t you listen at all. Solomon recalled the harsh words Jesus used on the early teachers of the law, the pharisee’s, how he reminded the early believers, not to follow their example, just listen. Solomon recalled, how often it was said; they burden those they are supposed to bring to the light, their man made laws are meaningless, they only lead to chaos.

2,000 years later, the same truths held true, dark energy consumes, light energy gives. Holy Spirit did not live in the darkness, but brought the darkness to the light, amen.

Diary of a Friend

You don’t have to mind your words, you can stand on each others toes, say what is on your mind, and be what you are. In the real time world, where spin is the order of the day, how often to we have full on straight conversations, unsure uncertain do I sound all right, challenged you can’t handle that, then you encounter a friend, not a stranger you will never meet again, I never knew you loved cold potatoes, the stuff you can say, the openness of the heart and the flow, the same as a good tune that rolls across your head, the head bobs the face slides the beat goes on, that’s how real friendship grows.

Solomon sighed, an old friend, not too well, haggard at times and getting to the end of the journey, they meet in a place where the elderly live, there isn’t much life apart from the care, and if you have a working mind it can get very tough, the inability to express yourself fully, the nods and the sighs as you try to be polite and not offend. Well, Solomon caught the manual and threw it out of the window, started shooting from the hip and saw the Spirit in the room light up. In the company of a friend, isn’t that the way it ought to be.

She hears the car in the drive, checks the watch, where was he as this hour, she is going to check for the signs, a fresh perfume, hairs on his collar, the look in his eye, she braces herself. The door opens, he is wearing a big smile, and has a bunch of flowers in his hand, for you dear love he says, have you been crying he says, with deep concern when he see hers…

When trust is gone, it leaves a tragedy behind.