A Mid Summer Nights Dream…part two..alive again

The great bard, Shakespeare, put our character and flaws on stage, where no one could point to the villain or victim, they are only characters the crowd thought, while the learned and their sneaky minds fully knew, the lessons within, not just a summer nights dream, much more real. The use of words, how they travelled from the bards pen, to days like this.

A mid summer nights dream, the world wakes up in places,former freedoms returned,the great dictator, the virus,seemingly overcome. The freedom so treasured, being able to meet a friend,gather, no police harassing, the very thing we seemingly escaped from, a fate so many struggle under, mostly alone.

The dream, the emergence of light minded people, who want to brighten the road they travel, free countries, no more dictators, food to eat, and non bias sexual minded souls all around, a mid summers night dream. Are you allowed to be…

Jesus said it simply but it wasn’t simple to achieve. Men and women died,burned, crucified, in the Holy Name, it wasn’t the spin of a modern day PR expert, no pretending in other words, the real you, that inside you, more space required the general call, amen.

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Crime Scene International

You got to be kidding, the angels step under the cordon, the yellow and black tape, the stuff that is erected to keep the public out, while the investigators get to work. Sherlock Holmes investigates, the mystery of the missing Spirit, a member of the public, a concerned man of the Spirit, wanted an independent eye on the scene of the latest crime scene, as old Holmes was not tethered to institutional thinking and was therefore able to think outside the box.

The Spirit had been kidnapped, who else could solve the crime, only the Great Holmes. His chief rival, Moriarty, the evil hound who dogged Holmes all his life, the clear main suspect, as evil was his life work, and the chief of demons his friend. As with all major crimes, the use of outside experts is necessary, particularly, given the global damage caused by the crime, harm to the Holy Spirit.

Solomon read, the background information, the steps leading up to the crime, he watched Holmes examine the scene, focusing on the idols surrounding the scene, taking notes, perhaps making decisions on where the investigation might fruitfully have results, in the short time, and not over the centuries.

Were they plagued with expansion plans, did they accept help from inside traders, were the values watered down, did there arise demons from within. There were many threads that needed investigation. Over zealous perhaps, withholding truths, passing the buck, diverting attention at other faith groups, trying to blame individuals, there was a whole lot of work involved, and there were no easy solutions.

Across the world, the tape had been erected, the population were wearing masks, in case they were caught by the infection, it seems a disease had got into the heart of the faithful, so Holmes imagined, while planning the next phase of the work. Watson, will you get me a guitar tuner that works, Watson sighed, who could figure Holmes out.

The Holy Grail

Legend has it, the old books talk about it, Solomon built a temple to protect it, what is the Holy Grail, and why in these times, is it worth being reminded of it. Solomon read a story, the memoir of a simple but profound man, a story worth telling, as the author was acclaimed in many countries, and didn’t waste words.

The grail represented the Power of God on earth, and it’s power is legendary. Many have sought it, many have spent their lives in awe of it, and many have tried to possess it. In times of uncertainty, it would be wonderful if we had the Eternal Power that could solve all the issues. Where do you start to find, the mother of all questions?. Solomon sighed, look in the mirror, what is it you see, a crumpled face, a worried heart, a depressed soul, or someone who believes in who they are. In a nutshell, The Holy Grail is the space you create inside you, for Godly Spirit to dwell. Sounds easy, but think about it, the habits we possess, are they enriching the life or stealing from it, can you imagine God residing inside you, and if you do, or don’t, have you the available space, to hold the Spirit. God dwells inside you, Jesus said it simply.

Mind Porn

Sounds like the title of a book, Solomon listened to some, ideas grabbed off the internet, another loud mouth, the do’s and don’t of this and that, as if we didn’t know already, where are your children getting their ideas from. A friend plays a clip from a podcast, this is good, you have to listen, he heard it thirty years before, I suppose when the children are not doing the funny images thing, they switch over to a reasonable sounding voice, in order to fool the parents, so that’s what you are watching son. Solomon was reflecting on the covid epidemic, the world is turned over in a matter of days, the call to change, the environment begins to show signs of recovery, the air a little cleaner, meanwhile an asteroid misses the planet by inches, which would have totaled us all.

A new world, and quickly, Moses came back from the Holy Mountain, with the proverbial guarantee, God is with us he sighed, his heart full of joy, we have been saved. From a distance, he see’s the glittering statue, no no, he cries, they are back to their old habits, what have they done. Solomon sighed, we are in that sort of zone, we don’t want to repeat that again.

Saint Patrick, an ode to Yeats, Behan, Oscar wilde, and a host of others, the sages of the past…..

 

This is pulled from the archive, it’s the National day of Ireland, so in these times of trial, lets reminded ourselves all, of the struggles we have all got through….

 

The world is beautiful, Have you ever thought about it, the world that is, is it not beautiful in places. We call those places national parks, so many miles of ocean across all frontiers, touching each other in special places the way the sun used to be, and still is in those extra special spaces, now we get burned frozen or flooded instead, except of course for those special places, and the bank manager we wish him dead, the women and their faces we can’t stop looking, the hours spent grooming their façade well look at TV no frowns allowed can’t you tell, a little perfume on the hips lipstick on the lips, as mothers seek safe refuge to build a nest as well, then an heirloom arrives the result of love so they said, children of course keep on watching and waiting, it’s a show they’ve already heard, Disney shows written by old pro’s words they use children in the viewfinder, they used to call it inspiration, today they ration the dead, literally and bury them live on TV, I won the lottery the dredge is no more, no smart opinions to get high on, pure doesn’t give you headaches, it kills you instead, don’t tell Santa he said.
But it’s a pity really, having tossed so much of our future away, the consequence of pure greed that the poorest will pay for instead, they’ve cut back the bird crumbs this week I heard, poor crow, shot at three times dived bombed by a sparrow hawk, a busted wing he hung on, two miles up the road and he’d be fed, earthquake on the TV, the world is falling apart, live on TV of course, you’ve guessed it CNN they are the first to call to help, world latches on cameras roll on carelessly, footage is worth more when you’re dead, no point saving the sick across the world, cant get them together like a Spielberg movie, we’ll rely on old footage. Isn’t the world beautiful he said, the luck of the Irish they always said it was worth waiting for, amen. He said if they gave up the drink, shur they could do anything, well…

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.

Protected Girl

It’s dangerous outside, there are those you have to fear, we are going to keep you close to us, so will have nothing to fear. But I want to become a mountain climber she says; No NO, her parents say, listen to your father. Another dream dies, she is afraid or made afraid, no matter what direction she looks. At the end of her days, she is like her Parents, afraid of everything, the protected girl.

Solomon sighed; there were those who were worldly wise, but not wise in the real meaning of the world; their children were reared in a world which was not the world at all, more a cage. Everything was laid on, the help, special teachers, even friends like herself; they never came into contact with real people. How can you empathize, when your heart is in a splint all the time.

Dictatorships are easy to achieve.

Solomon sighed, a friend, who was learning the road, who started in the slow lane, had her confidence stolen from her. He recalled the laughter, and the fun, he recalled the times he had the parties when everyone was gone, and the life that came into the old house, and how the Spirit is revived, amen. Lucky person, don’t give up, life is today, and it’s full of surprises waiting for you, amen.

Branding God

No idols, it’s all over the ancient scriptures, It’s in Islam, It’s in the Bible, it’s in the old testament, it’s in the Torah, no brands please, and these brands as we call them, are often the sources of discontent among the peoples of the world. Solomon sighed, why don’t they make it easy on themselves. Why give demons the edge over their faith. An idol can be torn down, framing is easy, it’s a daily experience, read about it.

The signs were clear, 2020 vision was required. Solomon encountered those who often took credit for the words of others, then twisted the true meaning on words, to divide nations and peoples, it was time to put an end to the misery this caused.

As for the way women have been denigrated, what is the statistic, who wants to know, well, if over 50% of web use is all about different sexual styles and interests, wasn’t it time, that all that adult stuff was put on a separate web, out of reach of ordinary minds. We are after all a world of differing interests.

Too much anger, too easy to rise the ire of many, too easy. In the temple, Solomon listened to the wise words of the preacher, God is Spirit he said, it wasn’t complicated. In the audience many souls, young and old, if only they stopped referring to a religion, and instead, referred to the People of God instead, the impact on sensitive minds, and the reduction of tension, between the different world religions, amen.

Treasure Box

The Social Network….

God arrives on Earth, wonders at some of the changes going on, it’s been awhile. What’s new, hears about the social network, wonders how it works, what is it made up of. Has heard about individuals having millions of followers, doesn’t understand what they mean by the word followers, as the planet is not in great shape, and there are those boasting about the numbers; If you want to find out, you have to do it yourself. Decides to open an account on the most popular network out there, start at the top, face the facts, there has to be a trend setter.

Name, address, the world, post code, this is crazy. After an hour of assorted help, he manages to open an account, at last, phew, He sighs, it could be a she, Love does not discriminate. How do small children get through all this. The wait set aside, He is like a small child on Christmas day. Friends, click here, that’s fast, wow. You scroll he is told. Inside an hour, he gets a lesson in biology he wasn’t exactly expecting, and there is no limit to it either. Where does it all come from; he certainly wasn’t expecting the reception; worse than those slot machines they have in Vegas, you book into the hotel if you manage to pass the early gambling zone, well. they are like walls of cannon, ready to blast your wallet before you make into the racecourse. How can anyone avoid it.

Four coffee’s later, He is trying to get his head around it; what did they do to my Children?

Treasure Box

 

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