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.

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The Monday Appointment

The train ride, it’s not what you planned, the appointment, the day you got the news, there is something there, we have to investigate, suddenly all your plans are turned over, everything is in doubt. Meanwhile, there are those who pass you in the aisle, laughing and merry, probably going on vacation, perhaps to visit a friend, your thoughts are all in the past, the Spirit is low, faces come to mind, stuff you were involved with, your filled with a sense of dread, this could be the day you get the news, well, the news you can’t avoid, like death itself, it makes you think. In the past you stopped at shop windows, you’d look good in that…carefree, the only thing you notice, stuff all about yourself.

When faced with your time of earth, and how it could be cut short, anything can happen, remember the morning of 9/11, a normal Monday too, or any of the disasters, it does make one think, what if, would you do it different if you got the chance, or if you had a prayer, what would you include in it. Life is fragile, the human mind and heart is easily harmed, as the past has shown, so what would you do, if you were given the chance of a second life, an extension. In a world that seemed to be encouraging stuff that was dividing souls, what would you do to assist it’s recovery.

Then imagine, you have that choice every morning you wake up, to do something life giving.  This morning, as many make the journey, imagine it, your not on a life or death mission, wondering if the news will be good or bad, but on a journey of Hope, where you can decide to change a life.

Life is a tunnel

The tunnel is a metaphor, the journey, the struggle, danger, feeling trapped, relying on others for advice, a guide, decision making, dealing with fears, the sense of the unknown, and the outcome, enlightenment, getting there, the I’ve been waiting for it moment, then the light, and hopefully, being free. Imagine it, the caves built, to hide and find refuge in, to smuggle, or hide treasure, your not so sure what you are going for find down there.

A woman crosses into Israel, she is a refugee, needs urgent medical care, is not allowed access the normal way, restrictions, she has to find another way, she uses the underground. Dark Enemy, is building top secret weapon, doesn’t want the allies bombing the regular plant, builds network underground, we have all seen the movie. The tunnel, it has many interpretations, freedom seeking ,a hiding place, a prison, a journey.

When we get to the light, the other end, and we breath fresh air, the euphoria having made it, it was worth it, yes, it was a struggle, but we got there. You have an illness, its’ six months, could be six years of treatment ahead, it’s the tunnel again, it’s the struggle. The chemo you have to go through, the unknown, the experience of others, the guide of doctors and nurses, the support of family, spiritual guides, it all helps you get through the tunnel.

In olden times, Jesus told the early followers, its’ not going to be easy, you will struggle, there will be those trying to stop you, they will even hate you, as for demons, there will be plenty, but don’t ever forget, if you remain with me, you can’t fail, and besides, if I am not there in person, the Holy Spirit will come along, so don’t give up.

Solomon sighed, stepping into the tunnel, the first steps, at least there is one we know for certain, who will always be there, remain steadfast, you are never alone, and death is not the end. Being alone, that’s the darkest tunnel of all, when we actually believe we are.

You can’t Mr President!

Donald has had a difficult night, he got warnings in his sleep, the chest thumped, the medication didn’t work, he got a visit from a Holy Angel, not the demons that so easily circulate, the Heavenly powers had had enough, he has betrayed their trust, his actions are against the wisdom of Jesus, and his actions are giving comfort to extremists everywhere, enough said, the angel gives Donald a vision of the future. Earth quakes, don’t upset him, he has homes in multiple locations, can move at the drop of a hat, considers himself immune. Donald shrugs, give me something worse, he is the deal maker, wants all the options, the angel sighs, I don’t believe I’m hearing this. The pain in the chest is sudden, Donald grabs his chest, gets a vision of the future, pain eases, It’s not a fatal heart attack. The angel is perplexed, this guy in unbelievable, what gets him high, the angel is at his wits end, Donald has only one thing on his mind, money.

The laws they make, the discussion in the background, can we profit from this. The mouth is full of what the heart is, and wiping out another country is the same as a game of chess, it will happen again, and the result will be the same, that’s it. Solomon sighed, that’s what they said about Pompeii too!.

The Numbers Game

The blood pressure indicator, 180 over a hundred, and he is only twenty five, the surgeon assumes he has had an overdose of cocaine, the nurse waits for the instructions, how many mills doc, serious Broklyn accent, the needle in her hand, a smile on her tilted face, red lipstick on, the fancies the doctor, they had a fling once, what about the near stiff on the gurney, she casts a half glance, seen that before, a numbers game she sighs, and do I have a number for you doc, you are my number one. Callous or what, she gets up at six in the morning if she is lucky, meaning a weekend, on a weekday, she rises at four thirty, the traffic you see, is busier. She dolls herself in her cute uniform, dons some sweet smelling stuff , in a couple of hours time, she will be changing their nappies and smelling their shit, we all need a break.

The lord says, the preacher is on the pulpit, talking about the ways of the Most High, talking, he has a big speech to give to a few politicians later, they are coming over for a private blessing, some new start, the beginning of the next session of congress, he has an appeal to make, but first he must get done with this lot. A numbers game, going from crowd to crowd, the elite have the dollars, the masses give him the credibility, numbers.

Solomon read the news, numbers, numbers, the cost of everything, the price of oil,. the speed of the car, the time of day, numbers, numbers, turns the channel, the social life of a diva, well, what is a diva, someone with lots of numbers after their bank account seemingly, otherwise, strange he thought, listening to numbers. He wondered why there was a book of numbers in the old testament only, and not in the new testament, numbers, it put a price and a limit on everything. How was it possible to stop thinking about numbers, since all it did was remind you, of all the numbers you were short. Size twelve wants to be a size ten, six foot wants to be six two, five five wears implants, and the 36D wants to become a 38DD chest, numbers, could they think of something else, other than numbers!.. what else is inside their heads, coffee and biscuits maybe?

Customs become laws….

How do some practices come into existence, simply, they are repeated and normalized, when done on a small scale they are called cults, when done on a large scale, they become laws, when annexed to a democracy, they become a constitution, when it comes to changing them, it causes great anxiety for all. How some laws come into existence, why have they lasted so long, these practices, when a simple word, like the intention of the law, inserted in every constitution, would allow some form of wisdom to grow.

Ageing world, children under stress, women denied basic rights, mankind robbed of their input, looking east or west, it was the ancient systems, that were causing so much trouble for all, when it ought to have been so simple.

Where ever the wise were hiding, it was time for them all to open up, and admit it, the problems of customs passed on, and the trouble it caused us all.

Solomon read the tabloid, the usual suspects, the image repository been given the mother load, wisdom totally ignored, as they tried to rise the ire of many, and depress those who saw through it all.

“the intention of the law” .. how simple is that clause, bad news for lawyers you suppose!, and those who enforce control, through those same narrow laws.

The Heat is on….

Pressure, the time to choose, opinions and the principle, the esteem of friends, their words got him elected, now he is their pawn, they were using him all along, you will make a great speaker, people like the sound of your voice, why don’t you get yourself selected, we’ll help of course, the journey he recalls.

He is old now, the early words of pride, they hit him at the right time, at a low ebb, he needed a lift, the work he was doing created walls, he had to lift all the time, then they came and helped him, his so called friends. The first favor was a small ask, just reduce the size of the green area, we can put up more houses instead, he shrugged, didn’t seem much he voted for a new health center to ease the guilt, and they came again, then he wouldn’t budge, the day it all went wrong, the heat was on. No, no he said, that is a step too far, I am not going to promote the casino, the trouble is will cause, can’t you put it somewhere upstate, they nodded no, their lawyer steps forward, Sorry to have to do this John, he opens the envelope lays in on the table, the images are stark and clear, he coughs puts his glasses on, Atlantic City has never been the same since, the heat was put on.

He is eighty plus, years have passed, he has grandchildren, he can’t let them find out, it would ruin them, their careers, his credibility would be in the thrash, how is he going to keep it all intact, they have crucified others, now they want to buy his son, his

replacement.

Solomon sighed, the league of demons, they never give up, they worship the price tag and nothing else, if only they would listen, heavenly Spirit was pouring out, signs from the Great Father of Heaven and Earth, their demon counterparts in those places, had lost, the Spirit was free to roam to places they never expected, there was no need for the righteous to worry, the heat was on the demons and no one else.