Details of a Hanging…

The gory details, stretched from the neck, dislocated from the body, it’s going to be a party. The Children are dressed up, the Sunday Best, three men are going to the gallows, the local football stadium is the scene, TV cameras from around the world, this is Afghanistan, this is Kabul. The BBC correspondent, looks ashen faced, this is going to happen in the next five minutes, one of the condemned is shaking and crying, meanwhile the camera pans the crowd, it’s looking for a isolated little child, it will make the biggest impact, after all, there will be many in the west watching, it’s not time to be reasonable, after all, they are going to hang some living souls, right there before your eyes, we have to defend ourselves.

In Washington, they are debating the first attack of a nuclear kind, the day the world changed, a city obliterated, without hardly a word, over 100,000 dead in seconds, camera switches to Kabul, many have never seen a real hanging, this is the wild west.

Fifty million die during the second world war, the lesson learned, be prepared for war, the war industry thrives, cluster bomb, this bomb that bomb, patriotic or what, so long as they don’t land on us. Meanwhile over Syria, a Mig pilot prepares to press the button, he is given the all clear, there will be collateral damage, but that’s war, whoosh.

Solomon wondered, will they ever say it honestly, just once, amen.

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Daniel The Prophet – So what can your God do then…

In ancient times, and it’s recorded, there were demon Gods in existence, and there were those, who practiced the dark energy. Men worshiped rocks, and made sacrifices for this and that God, hoping to appease and find favor. Then there is the story of Daniel, (and many other stories of similar type). The kings advisers betray Daniel, the star of the Kings team of advisers by trickery, at which point the King throws Daniel to the lions. Daniel as legend has it, survived unhurt from his trials, at which point the King made them all worship Daniels God, what happened to the treacherous advisers, is probably gore, it doesn’t matter. The point being there are those who believe and there are those who worship demons. In the years in between the times of DANIEL, AND TODAY, there have been many remarkable events, that signify the existence of the Great God of Daniel, irrefutable, despite the efforts of many to rubbish His existence. Why are these stories still told; why do storms change course; what force makes that possible; why wasn’t Daniel eaten and chewed up by the lions.

In the world today, there are many wondering, what happened, as their lives are turned over in a single event, why did it happen to me. Solomon was reflecting on Spiritual Faith, faith in the Loving Spirit, not faith in the material, and what faith in the Spiritual way actually meant. He himself encountered Great Spirit and more than a few miracles, but is still surprised, that those who lead their flocks, fail to recognize, the healing power that Great Spirit disperses, when the love and Faith is real, amen. What happened to that Spirit, that used to reside in human hearts aplenty, what toxicity harmed it. He could imagine some, on their knees this moment, asking God, why me?.

Wisdom would assume, respect for the Higher Power of Heaven, amen. And as that respect gets stronger, divine assistance becomes easier; there being safe hands out there; ask Daniel.

Older Persons

Oh Golly, he looks at the desk, he has to get up, in his hand the calendar, how do i fit them in, it’s impossible, he wonders about it, the new year, looks at the calendar, can’t fit it in their either, when was the birthday, realizes he missed it cause he can’t even remember it, so long since they

celebrated one, oh what a chore, visiting the older ones at such a busy time of year. His Father sits by the bed, the air is sterile clean, smells hospital, instead, it’s one of those ultra clean hygiene marketed nursing homes for the very nearly fully aged, the last resting place before the big departure at they say, where you fletter your last days among the weakest, where you hear the late night screams of the tormented. His Father is close on eighty five, has been in the facility three years, two years more than expected. The financing of it, the mortgage on his sons house and the small pension he draws from his days in the public service.

It’s high maintenance, the running costs going up annually, demand for retiree spaces is huge, the elderly generation living longer, the rest of the generations only now realizing it, they will be elderly one day too, the cost of all these programs, re opening the old arguments for euthanasia.

Solomon was listening to the woes of an old friend. He didn’t want to install his Mother in an old folks home, her ability to move about severely curtailed by a degraded hip, that doctors can only treat with pain medicine. Older persons, they cost a lot to maintain, 2,000 a week, 1500 a week, depending.  Solomon listened to the figures, was shocked, it would be cheaper to stay in a good hotel. His own thoughts of retirement, whatever surprise the boss had for him, had worked for ever.

Me

He loves himself so much he puts himself on answerphone and listens to himself, while imposing a reality on himself that is so far removed from reality to make it real, well, they say he is crazy, how about you. The sound of his own voice soothes, so he records himself all day, then late at night he replays the whole thing again. Amazingly, people donate half a weekly wage packet to hear him sing, and they do it regularly, who am I?

It was late after Christmas dinner, they had been playing charades for over an hour, and it was beginning to get to much, even for, Me. Blame the turkey me sighed, there was something strange about it. Strange, birds eat creepy crawlies, we eat birds, strange that we don’t like creepy crawlies. Solomon sighed, he was doing the thinking. Imagine it, all those angry demons, imagine all those factory reared birds, imagine the match of all matches, matching demon spirits with those about to be decapitated for our Christmas dinner, imagine that. Disposal was a problem, even in the time of Jesus, amen.

I Need Attention

Did you hear, She tells them she needs help, it’s only a call for attention, did you not hear, I was needing your attention, whatever attention was or the intention of the attention, what was it for, did you need me to listen, did you want my attention, is that it? The lengths some people go to be heard, just to get your attention, catch your thinking, wanting you to think about them, seeking your attention.

Solomon sighed, the online world was over coming most forms of instant communications, it was simply faster. A friend nudges him, you would not believe what you’d find on the internet, you wouldn’t believe it, the eyes widen, as if the stuff you wouldn’t want to believe was real after all, even though you wouldn’t want to believe it, do you get me, have i got your attention. Solomon shook his head, the only attention you want is on the book of the living, and getting into that needs your attention.

Practice

Father Guibert states: “The distinctive mark of true piety is progress in goodness—at least, in the endeavour towards what is better. Between genuine piety and real virtue there is, then, a bond in their very nature.” “Here is a man upon whose heart piety has taken a strong hold, so that the thought of God […]

via The Bond Between Piety and Virtue — SaintlySages

The Celebrity Disease

You mean it’s a medical condition, she shakes her head, she stands before the mirror, the curvature of her rear is on her mind, liposuction or implants, she wants to be round, well, if the eyes of the nation are on her, it’s the rear they will see most of. She ignores the words coming from her friend, you are old fashioned, besides you are old as well, she continues with the performance before the mirror, am i too flabby in this she asks, while she holds up a pair of leather trousers, fake leather trousers, nothing about her is real. A day later her life is in tears, her celebrity is no longer a celebrity, she will have to find another one.

Solomon was talking with a friend, the topic was imitation, and by extension, example. What is going on in all those minds, there is nothing original left it seems, they copy cat. Solomon was listening, he heard much talk about it, the way children imitate what they are exposed to. His mind was focused, the signs from above pointed to divine intervention, the numbers too, the warnings from above. Celebrity was not what it was supposed to be, it was a trick, the same as exposure to nuclear weapons, once it got into your head, it was all you could think of. With the world producing less and less numbers of healthy children, it ought to be on the minds of the learned and wise, wherever they were hiding.