Generations

The pot in the yard, the food is mostly vegetable, no one is worrying about the shops, they are miles away, no phone, no mail, primitive living. Years later, mobile phones in hand, not enough vegetables, and too many shops, everyone focused on the word bargain, modern living. Solomon was looking back on the steps we took, the inventions, the speed of life, how things hurry up, the elderly sent to homes, focus on the future, our greatest worry, the loss of our mobile.

The current generation, from 2,000 on, distant from many of the habits many grew up in. International travel, expansion of services, combined thinking, networking, trying to get a handle on opportunity, trying to overcome the opposition, funding is vital, no one does it for free. The Mayan calender’s warnings, the world will change after the year 2,000, some thought it would come to an end. In someways it has already, the turning point, the emotional gap between generations, how empathy for the past is over shadowed, by the fast thinking millennials, who under the barrage of the social network, have no time to dwell on how things as they were.

Solomon was reflecting; what would the current millennials think of older generations.

Journey of a Soul…

A clean cloth, unused, begins the process, of gathering and cleaning, the beginning is easy, nothing too hard, nothing you can’t deal with. You age, the experience gets wider, you accumulate, the lessons learned, your influences grow, the first test, a scenario, you have a choice, you make one, you move on. The intentions climb, the risks increase, the safety zone is not as wide, it’s getting more pointed, you have to decide, there is a future in store for you. Male or female, its not the same, there are different routes, some coalesce, you find your plateau, the foundations for the next course of life, you are a pyramid, and reaching for the point, why do I exist.

Teachers and influences, who we learn from, Solomon was remarking on an old friendship, the day being a reminder, how lives are molded.  There were streams of positive influence, many of them, seen in the efforts of those, who live in them, the reasons, mainly the way people are taught. Some lives lead us to be compassionate, some lead us to be utterly selfish.

We are celebrating the Spirit of God on earth, we are giving presents on account of it, we are not commercial minded, we are bargain conscious. The soul stops, remembers a good deed, wants to acknowledge it, purchase is made.

Year pass by, the soul is in a home, not as dainty as they used to be, but still there. What have I done with my life, the answers soon appear, when the Children arrive, and they do it again and again, all year round. Solomon smiled, a lot of people buying gifts, hope in many eyes, some seeking release from a family grievance, some seeking peace for the heart, all of them guardians of the earth, so you’d hope, for the soul knows that the body is the tenant of the other. Four lives in one small space, four souls seeking it’s place.

Young Eyes

Four years old, forty years old, sixty years old, the eyes are still young, it’s how you view things. Young, you want to see more, old, you’ve seen too much, in the middle, you want to see some more. Everyone has their own interpretation. The church elders see the season, they call it commercial Christmas, too much based on selling, well, we do call it the season of giving, are we supposed to feel bad, do you want us to fall to the misery of others.

Solomon saw the young eyed lady, well, she was bored, waiting for her guardian to get her coffee over with, I want to go home and share my days with my other friends, there is a feeling of sharing inside, everyone compares, that’s called being human. What is the difference between an oak and a willow, they are all trees the cynic says, so the cynics say, and Christmas has become too commercial, not really. Lured to buy presents for others is no social disorder.

Solomon wished there were more Christmas moments in the world, when people felt empathy towards each other, and in his opinion, it applied to all the faiths, amen.

Angry Bird and the power of forgiveness…

It’s not often you see a working example of the power of forgiveness, and the practical implications that go with it, or the harshness that results when you refuse to forgive. Turn the other cheek, ignore the insult or the offence, don’t be too touchy, it’s not going to do you any good.

A small affront, the boy does not understand, he upsets his neighbor, the window breaks, the neighbor confronts the boys father, there are words, distance over the fence, other friends hear about it, they repeat old stories, that boy never does as told, why be surprised, the neighbors grow further apart, there is even talk of a lawyer, this nuisance has to stop, the neighbors wife is in on the action, the supporting wife, mother, she agree’s too, she doesn’t talk with her neighbor either, the rift grows. What was once a peace filled area between the former friends, is now a no go zone, the anger between them grows.

Solomon sighed, the words of Jesus, forgiveness is key to finding peace and space inside you. As the story tells you, the gap widens between the neighbor, because one decided to be angry rather than to pass on the incident. How you stop the first reaction, that leads to the next, the blip that becomes a crisis. How many wars were started on a single event, how many wars were started by the faking of a single event, the justification for war. How many people send inflammatory emails and messages to get a reaction?

Hatred needs to feed to survive, love needs to be to survive.

Head Dress

Don’t we catch ourselves out so easily, the dogma that ties us up in chains, all that is learned, the regulations, how we survive, by gathering up a list of stuff we have to adopt our lives too, so darn predictable. Behind the veil, there is a Spirit, a person, same as in olden times, before divorce and the microwave, changed the way we do things, no need to be worried if you are late for dinner, stick it in the oven, as for divorce, it’s common, it’s just an agreement between lawyers.

The Spirit has to live, it has to breathe, it has to move about, it’s the same as a stream of water, it has to flow. She had bright ideas, but they told her it wasn’t her place to have an opinion, she persists, this is my life, so she is a warrior, she has been chosen for a task, there is so much of the Spirit inside. Slowly and slowly, the Spirit deadens, the mind becomes unbalanced, she is trying to Hold her Spirit. Young man wants to serve God, the teaching authorities decide that you have to lose yourself before you can be programmed to their way of thinking, so it’s seven years before you make an exit from the seminary, when all that is in your head, is what is called foundation, whatever that is supposed to mean.

Solomon wondered at the daily ways souls try to make contact with their divine helpers, the Spirit, the little habits we store inside us, the candle, the little routines we try to build into our busy lives. A thousand thoughts a second are permeating the air, the natural electric charge is heightened, it’s not the same air either, and the growth of stress is approaching epidemic levels, who doesn’t feel the stress, the child in school has got more than textbooks to understand, there is the new social environment as well, it’s pretty heady.

She sits in her room, the head dress is off, she looks at herself in the mirror, tries to re assure herself, she is on medication because she is Spirited, not for any other reason. In the bad old days, they sent them to the Gulag, for retraining, as it’s called, she is well aware, hang on she tells herself, the helper always arrives. Finding the space, is this what the homeless teach us everyday, are they teaching us more, amen.

Memory Issues…

 

Living in a world, that is full of memory, and then the large number of people, loosing their memory at the same time, and what is a memory; is it the once clean ocean, is it the clean social environment, is it the gap between the poor and the rich, is it the fifty million who lost their lives in the last war, is it the waiting list for the vital surgery, is it the tear filled ballad sung from the heart, that went to number one, and made the ego jump to new heights, memory issues, 23 trillion off shore and counting, we have a dire shortage of cash, we haven’t this and that, we used to have clean water on tap, we used to have men and women who loved romance, now we breed addicts and find ways to trap them, there are lots of memory issues.

Solomon sighed, the changing times would help with the memory issues. The memory of Jesus and his miracles, The sacrifice of those who gave up their ego’s for God’s world to come, Yusuf Islam, Cat Stevens….

yes, there are those who can make the leap, there are some great souls left.

How’d We Get Here

 

It’s dark, there seems to be life everyhwere but no light, breathing sounds, slow movemements, it does smell okay, problem is, you can’t see anything, Fred is trying to work out what happened, he was on a night out, then nothing. He’s been here for days, and time goes so slowly, when you have no idea what to do or where you are, how’d we get here. He wriggles around, there is a spot of light, it’s brighter over there, and, he procedes slowly, the survace is broken, intense light, fred pulls himself up onto the ground, recognises, trees he thinks, and that’s grass, How Did I get here. Barney hawk is flying overhead, out for the breakfast, spots a movment down in the grass, he must be a hundred feet above it, but it does not matter when your eyes are radars. Barney, flies on, anything for the after course, nothing unusual, he swings back. Fred is still trying to get his bearings; adjusting to the new life takes time, said so in the PHD management manual he used to study, that he recalls, his memory is still patchy. Claws extended, one grab, Fred is now having a paraglding experience without the parachute, wow he says, how’d we get here. It’s good to be prepared sighs Fred, having recently increased his life insurance cover; he had a lot of enemies.