Trust

Trust, do you understand the meaning of the word, so much effort made to undermine trust in everything, examples abound everywhere you look, daily you are reminded to be distrustful, in other words, you are being taught to be destructive of love, and that is the goal of the evil spirit, that is the goal of the damaged soul, Jesus speaks of trust in the fullest meaning of the word, and the consequences of it, the rulers of this earth want you to trust in man made things, God, and Jesus the prophets sent to strengthen us, all mention the need to trust, trust being faith in Love Faith in God, so even when the road gets rough retain you trust, we have enough friends who will constantly remind us not to trust, it’s the cancer that was spread throughout the world, it was the reason why faith in God was damaged by this constant rhetoric, well, see the image posted with this blog, it’s God’s way of reminding us to hold on to the love we have, the faith we have, the spell of the evil one has been destroyed and its been evidenced by the many blessings being poured out across the world, amen. What is a marriage without trust, agony for all concerned, what is a friendship without trust, a boat with a leak

Healing Prayers

Prayer for healing and well being

Dear saints, God Most High, and all those of righteous standing who rest above, intervene for us all, peace healing and well being is sought for the people of this world, mercy please and understanding in this time of great change, many worry and are in distress, their feelings and emotions trapped inside their hearts, you have intervened many times and your guiding light inspires, show us your mercy and understanding once more, we have gone to the abyss, made silly mistakes and were stubborn as well, have pity on us all and let us all love once more, may this prayer be a step in the right direction, one that all that believe in you can say and understand, amen, great miracles were used by the great prophets and Jesus to teach us your ways, in your mercy let us encounter them again and grow in love and faith as well, in your divine mercy and power we trust, amen.

Harmony Row

Harmony Row, the “Reign of Woman”

Fear is destroying,

over reacting zealots,

forever pumping hatred,

closing hearts daily,

shutting everyone up,

with their every move,

never practising they preach,

using every form of escape,

the story of the world,

extremists enjoying the ping pong,

God Most High looking on,

have they forgotten how to love,

would appear so,

they continue to poison minds,

numbers more important,

easier to hide,

truth banished from people,

what’s the fear you wonder,

talking points at the davos summit,

well,

man in the sky is watching,

checking the clock counting,

can they recover the abyss,

angels sent to warn them,

old singing prophets worn

elite control room in disarray

moment of great change has come

next stop the new world order

women taking over,

total eclipse of the power of man,

time for heaven on earth to reign,

for at least awhile, amen,

welcome to harmony row

Being Honest

It’s never been a better time, how often have you heard that, not often enough, don’t mention it to Edward Snowden, and the slew of others who’ve suffered for it,  to the elite who have been perverting truth and justice for centuries,  God Most High is aware of your plans, they'll fail, your intimidation, you stand accused, your abuse of the vulnerable, the consequences, basically everything you do, there is a manual for what the good people do, it’s written, this is not new, it’s wisdom that is  2000 years old. It might have seem a good idea to put your money on the winning side, robbing pensions, the poor,the derivative fields, the vice industry, the war industry, chemical industry, all you did was speed up the time when God Most High would act, as it is really a numbers game, just as it is in farming. The yield doesn’t add up, you change the crop, well we are all seeds as our birth proves, basically were mere pin drops,  and we didn’t materialise accidentally even if we evolved over time, Richard Darwin, (DAWKINS), intentional misspelling in case your wondering, we are all divine in our nature, spirits with bodies, this can be proved, there is no doubt. Imagine the world, if those who held the purse strings hadn't backed war, in 1914, 1939, Iraq, etc etc, wars were and always will be, avoidable, with rare exception. Wars can’t happen on a large scale without funding from those willing to lending. Without further adieu, it’s a good time to stop the acting, and an even better time to start amending, as God Most High assures us all, and Jesus further clarifies it, and all the prophets that came after him, that it’s never too late to become good, even if others might resent it, it’s the parable of the vineyard. So, stop it, this chronic abuse of people and systems, it’s over, the game is up, the war is won, God Most High is in control of everything, the spin doctoring, the mind games, the coercion of souls, it’s over, don’t condemn yourselves further. If you checked out the image of the man in the sky, you’ll see it’s over. The pain or hurt you cause another single soul will damn you and your associates, the ultimate settler of debts has come to check you out, just don’t bring along another lawyer with you to explain this time, it’s embarrassing and totally without class. Always remember, it’s never too late to be honest, God Most High is mercy unlimited, but the suffering of so many is impossible to ignore, elementary school children even get it, wise up!, nobody has a sense of humour anymore, but they are singing in HEAVEN. Pint of Guinness jack, and, make it two, I’m expecting company, amen. Congratulations to the men of the middle east who managed to assist peace efforts between Iran and the rest of the world, a bright start to a new world outlook, and so many hoped it would never happen, the war mongrels of course, they’d steal the eye out of your head if they could, another Guinness Arthur!.

The games children play, wait till daddy gets home, he’ll sort it out, did I say that right, feck

, I should have employed a script writer.

To Love is Divine

Love is the answer to every prayer, we are spirits, wrapped in flesh, and we have been fighting a spiritual war with everlasting consequences, that have huge repercussions for everyone living and who has lived, we are the good wine and the bad, and God Most High is the master of all. But as there is light there is also the dark, and it’s all controlled by us, we human beings, we are the body of God, collectively, poor good bad great or non descript. Soul warriors, we have limitless potential if we can merge into one, do the most extraordinary, and we all come from the sun, the thing that shines in the sky is us. God you see, is the light, and love is the divine gift, we are all born with it, but it rarely is given the time it requires to fully mature. This is not contrary to religions, as God Most High, in his wisdom, hers too, it shouldn’t matter, male or female because God is divine, end of story.

At the other end of the spectrum there is the dark spirit, which controls and uses us, for all sorts of purpose, basically we love we strengthen, we don’t we weaken. It is why none of us can reproduce alone, and the magic is, the more we love the better we make everything, and we give God Most High great praise when we do, and we open ourselves to his great mercy. It is not a case of your better than me, it’s just a case of when we do things in unison, we strengthen the light and retain the trust of the Great one. Because of varied circumstances, and the human condition to be self supporting we forgot about our dependency of our Divine Father and Mother. In a nutshell, when we are cohesive and true, we create a pure joy that is immensely pleasing to all that is divine. Love is the bounty of the Divine master, and we in the flesh, have been gifted this life we all enjoy, which many assume to be a birth rite, this is a gift, gift, it’s not yours or mine, we belong to the light, and to the light we will return, provided we bring some with us, love juice…

Wisdom is great spirit too, God is all purpose, and angelic forms do exist as do angelic forms that are bad and evil purposed, but the great thing to remember, is that Love in the heart is an untouchable source of real light. So those who live in this light, and I have seen it sometimes, when we act in love, we produce a love that is pleasing to the great one .It’s never been a better time to become as loving as possible, as the light energy in strength can overcome the dark and the evil therein. Just imagine it!, it’s just love, too simple almost….

Making Love

Making Love

We are so into love, remember her name, first time you saw him, that addictive emotion you can’t get rid of, the memories that go with it, the one’s that got away, the regrets, the battles with your emotions, the times your life fell apart, the phone calls to girlfriends in the middle of the night, the panic attacks that left you feeling suicidal, and the guilt you felt, for the times you let them down, and the fear of speaking truth in case you hurt his feelings, and the descent into relationships that were never going to work out, and the long glances into the past, is it not a wonder people close their hearts to the influence of others, it’s fairly obvious, it can be soul destroying, and many play a game, men mostly, women occasionally, their only goal to cause havoc, settling old scores as they say. And we call it making love. Someone somewhere ought to address the issue before the time changes for ever.

The act of creating babies is actually the final act of loving, end of the story. Making love is creating the love we need to survive, a bit much to hear, but it ought sometime be said by somebody somewhere, cause no one seems capable of understanding what love actually is, really, hahahah, spit out the dummy, feel the throat a little, does your stomach churn, yes, love making is caring, that’s what love is, the distance you go for others, not the time you spend on yourself, pretending that you are doing something loving,. Sensual love, is the final act of pure love, but it’s not the beginning, it’s the climax of emotions that are created, that intense feeling that you can never forget, the glow in the heart, that leaves you waiting for more of that same great feeling.

Society, has changed its meaning of love, which it has passed on to children, with dire consequences unless we all change, it’s truly that simple. Women the world over have had to prostitute themselves almost, to gain the love that is due them, and as a result have given up on finding love altogether, almost. There are exceptions here, it’s not all bad news, some rural societies still value the family unit, and these societies will thrive. Sadly for many women, the production of a child is now the single most important objective they have, without a father figure too. Little Bob, or tiny mary, have been put in a very difficult position, as they get used to abnormal rearing, in so far as God Most High is concerned. Children are born this way, with a heart that requires fulfilment, the balance as they say, a love balance, that cannot be substituted,

Perhaps an over worked and exceptionally emotional stressed mother figure can manage to get the job done successfully, but there are so many losers to be seen, with society loosing mostly. But the child will always be asking, who was Daddy, and the reason I am aware of this, is through the relationship I had with a very small friend of mine, he was only one years of age, and he tried on umpteen occasions to utter the word, daddy, but couldn’t. Being his big uncle figure, it tore my heart open, and still does to this very day. He might have been born that way, but he wasn’t born with a full house as they say. Being a pal of the great spirit, I made enquiries, how this situation could be addressed. The answer was clear and direct, no bull, pure honesty. It was a question of change or bust as far as the world was concerned.

So next time, don’t thin your love, be up front with the one you assume to love, and let it grow as they say, amen.

on the love trail. ....

Part 3

My own journey in life, has had it’s ups and downs, and without going into great detail, I have been hot and cold when it comes to religious practice. Privately, I have always been Christian, not always publicly I suppose, as it has been with so many. I too lost my faith on account of experience, but I got born again as they say, and literally survived a few death defying moments. What is important is that I have always been aware of having a reason for being, being meaning, more than just a man who goes out to generate cash, a family and things, even if I enjoyed the pleasures of life, and will continue to do so, when the right time arrives, God willing of course

In gratitude for being given the chance to start again, and I’m forever starting again it seems, I vowed to God Most High, while recovering from an incident that nearly conveyed me to the next world hopefully, you can never assume anything when discussing the divine, but you can be assured of his mercy at all times if your in credit as they say, but I made a vow, that I have been very stubborn about, to do what is right, even when the danger to myself was great, not dissimilar to many others, who have done far more than me, I’m pretty ordinary actually. Don’t tell my mother though.

At the time of my miraculous recovery, and there were more than one, I don’t enjoy spoofing, it’s too personal, but at that time, the world was going through an economic revival of sorts, while the church, the people of God were going into distress mode, and faith in God Most High for many, was on the wane. So, in gratitude for my revival, I set about doing something in return, for the great gift given to me, a second life. Many privately, expected me to join the priesthood, or something not too far off that, I considered it myself, as I had been called as they say, and was aware of it. I chose to do it my way, is the best way of putting things, with the help of others. I did not want to be involved in a church that was drowning in political minded thought, as I saw the danger that lay in a system, where merit was decided by political association rather than doing.

Secretly, I concocted a plan, with advice from the almighty leading me, so I hoped. My friends at the time, were not really of Christian virtue, though some were. I guess the best way of putting things, or as a famous American pastor says, I did it from the prayer closet, and waited for the moment to come.

Through trials and tribulations and much more, the loss of loved ones, and the letting go of loved ones, to nearly getting married, and nearly getting shot, and many accusations laid against me, and much more, I managed to endure in faith, and in divine providence. What God Most High does best, is what any great father does, he guides you. I was not a great listener, I’m better at it now, but still learning.

What I discovered amazed me, felt awesome at times, nearly destroyed me also. Oh what a test he sets, but if you get up that hill, even half way, there is always someone on hand to help. It is that real. I’m ordinary, God Most High does not need us, we need him. But this I can assure you. If you act in faith and love through the heart, he gets interested in your progress.

Through a process of trial and error, I developed a healthy faith, made a few errors, as we all do, and began to read the old scriptures. If you are going to be pal of someone, you get interested in what is being written about them. The reason I mention all of this, is that I expect a healthy degree of scepticism and disbelief. I feel the same way when I get a tip for a racehorse.

Cutting to the chase, I got to a point in my life, when I expected my prayers to be answered, and they were, on oh so many occasions, a few times really, and always when I was in the zone. As a famous writing coach used to say, when he was giving advice on the subject of getting it on paper. When you are in a rut, you get into the zone you used to produce from , and you instinctively get into a gear you understand.

Going it alone is rarely the best option, but in times of war, and this is a spiritual war we are in here, it can be done. I am in the zone now, amen.

Perhaps

The world has shrunk to the size of an email, neighbours are suddenly global, ignorance of poverty hardships perversion no longer an excuse, an attitude that lasted centuries, the abandon of human needs, is over. Technology and great advances bestows responsibility upon us all, and God Most High, the redeemer, is itching to act. So what, well it’s a little deeper than that, there is a coupon on your life, yes, we are not who we are, we are all divine, we just wear a fleshy hide, too often filled with pride and self importance, too often interested in the base, too long ignorant too often sycophants, enough cries the lord Most High, it’s time to settle all accounts, I can hear you coughing into your cereal bowl. The eyes, did you see the way all the guys trailed the ass of the young girl that just passed, starting with her legs, before you straddled her with your mind, moving on up as they say, quietly.

The gift of a billion to one, yes, every one of us was born against the odds, the Great One hoping we’d turn out as he planned. Instead, the earth, it’s foundations on the floor, the new born children and the way we all poisoned them, I’d worry if I were me or you, cause he’s coming home to gather the harvest, and I would not assume he’s going to be that impressed. So what are you going to do, rant on about the Botox operation you had, what, this is not only crazy it’s insane, well by now you have closed the page you are reading, it’s not disappointing that you did, cause all these years, it’s been sad and hard for so many little ones, who you are now trying to criminalise, for what we all allowed to happen, the fully grown children have a lot to answer for. Blame whatever but this is not going to be the Hollywood ending we all hoped, there will be gnashing of teeth and all that blurb, if the turn around isn't sudden and complete, did you start using your heart yet, so get on with it and do the impossible, start forgiving and don’t stop, you’ll raise the prospect of a very happy ending, perhaps.

where's the remote

expectations rise, he's no dickens either, just addicted to himself, God Most High watches it all from above, it looks like a loosing bet, he wonders should he discard it or just click the remote, young man stuck to the couch, jumps from channel to channel seeking rest, at last he blasts soccer news scenario, something he can talk about down in the old bar orio, great he has the latest headlines, clicks the remote and trundles on down, pints on the counter, that was a great winner for united last night, he smiles and cheers as if it means something, he's well adjusted to the crowd feels right, later he's back home, remote is soon in his hand, back to his old self trying to keep himself and his mind busy for a time

, click click girlie channel is great, God Most High has sadness all around, just saw a whole bunch of Syrian children blow up before his eyes, where's the remote!

last legs for Egypt

don’t need indoctrination misinformation or distraction,  don’t need to pretend that one day someone  honest will come along, when everything will be made right I’m not that child that needs resuscitation, just one who came along to see what was really going on, waited for inspiration and the gobbled news carriers sweet suggestion, delayed the moment of escape and determination of God most high who waits,  told to believe in the faith the love that took centuries to create, watched victims hyperventilating at those groups we call political hero’s , who sold our position like those same wall street finance cheaters, father brother  mother sister teacher and communicator, I deal with evil that is strangling civilization can’t afford to wait much longer, and this is just an introduction a petition of sorts, and it’s the first of many I have made without condition

God answered with wisdom told me of the written works, the myriad of beliefs that we grew up with all from confrontation, he asked for love we responded with power and fierce determination, overcame other nations without mercy or any such emotion, our faith in similar type situations meant war for all occasions, hatred grew from all this confrontation, and today we are united he says, not by love but by the fear of self immolation. Blessings stored for us like a farmer for future exploration, he  could not let the gifts flow in the planned distribution, we more interested in our personal reputations and some legal interpretation, self made to self we prayed the hungry of the world offering proof of this sad degeneration .

Many  prophets were sent down to bring hope joy opportunity and blessings all in magnificent amounts, all betrayed by those zealot types and those of political persuasion,  I work through the heart he said and the heart cannot be trusted anymore, there is nothing I can do about it if the heart does not conform,  like so many who went before to whom the gift was given, all they thought of was how to overcome all that was divine for some other interpretation. Egypt Syria and most of the world today, chaos runs the system while you just tag along, all because we turned our back on love, it’s the only explanation.

manipulation

Manipulation, since time began, call it power call it addiction, call it what you like, it’s a source of evil, it’s the most cunning disease about, children women men babies politicians, power to control to overstate to overtake, name of greed lust avarice or mistrust, the sexualisation of the young, to the use of the gun, manipulation, it’s war it’s famine  it’s in everyone, and we have to overcome it, sow hatred harvest hate, sow love harvest gold,  we encourage manipulation, it’s your child’s education,  the reason we hate, we can’t show it so we pretend, the young suffer, alcohol abuse addictions, the drugs we offer to overcome, the political pretenders the pharmaceutical kings, the professional sports we gamble on, the lost innocence that we  undersell, cause we all do it, and it’s something that we have to overcome, I’ve been on the frontline, I watched the tactics, from Hitler’s men of propaganda to the last election, the pr men the advertisers best friend, media moguls reap the benefits, criminal tycoons who get away with it, something has to be done, manipulation of truth we take for granted, fearful to open our mouths, in case the truth gets out, and you wonder why all over the world they fight wars over it, all over manipulation, it’s time we stopped a minute and tried to work it out, before we become so manipulated we'll forget who we've become.

couching tigers

honey darling, the news is on, choose your destiny, earthquake, war,  exploitation of children, rioting in Greece, massacres in Syria, scroll the list dear, seeking a celebrity, no one seems to fit, back to war, ad break, rush to the kitchen, stuff a sambo together, ooops forgot the salt, they promised us a repeat of that bomb explosion last week, did you see it, blood everywhere, look great in a movie, so realistic, shit i spilled some mayo on the carpet, they really cut that guys head off, beasts, feck, I've got to see the dentist next week, somebody ought to do something about that war, explosion in Baghdad, 37 killed over a hundred injured, the caption keeps repeating across the screen, come on hurry up, want to see if tiger won this week, is there a TV station out there that does just news, waiting to be entertained is boring, worse than watching trailers at a .., live news report, women screaming, children in despair, over what, just a mangled car on a street, boring, saw it before, UN can't intervene, says the spokesman, some regulation thing, domestic violence no concern of theirs, if on the other hand another nation tried to blow them up with a car bomb, that would be an international incident, borders, used to be legal to rape your wife, still legal in some places, amazing what you learn sitting on the couch, normal to sexualize children too, the violent thingee, they can join the army for that. goodnight honey he shouts, he listens as she climbs the stairs, waits till the bedroom door closes. listens to her feet on the bathroom tiles. presses the button, family guy, at last, news you can relate to, not again, ad break, click the news, Iraq again, the war they won all those years ago.

if you were God, any ideas

Many folks said to me overtime, that I would make a good preacher, perhaps, when I saw the number of wars being fought over religions, the political groupings that formed out of religions, and the way religious leaders rarely follow the teachings of a loving God, and how most of them forgot the simple notion of loving, I made a decision to inform using words, without bias for religion in particular even if I’m catholic by birth, and Christian in heart.

I had the dream many years ago, and it all came through, I’ve been an outlaw all those years, but in the dream I was told that I would never be hungry if I was filled with the hunger for God, and acted accordingly. I have tried to do it as best I can, and I can say with certainty, every dream came through, as far as I wanted it. I was even advised to set up my own religion, it’d make you rich they said, that killed that idea.

Choices are an everyday experience, and I had more than most. I know that the one thing that is killing us, is the environment into which we are bringing children. Mothers privately are resigned to the world being dangerous for children no matter how rich. Children are taking their own lives in record numbers throughout the globe. If fifty children are killed tonight in any of the war zones, they’ll be forgotten by the next day or two. If the same children were killed in New York City, there would be a call for war or revenge somewhere. It’s property, all about location.

Be like children is the best advise you’ll ever get. Children don’t become bigots, they are trained to become bigots. Children are love seeking, friend seeking. If allowed to grow up in a world that affords them time and heaps of encouragement, they do just fine. How many relationships fall apart because one partner doesn't have the time to put into it, most of them. Why would relationships with children be any different…no time to put in, no INN to put in time…

Finally, before you line out more cocaine, take out your favorite porno movie, a third of all internet searching is for porn sadly, maybe your into alcohol, most of you are into pills of some kind, perhaps your doing it all, one piece of advice. If you were God, and you had complete control over all things, but you had to abide by your promises, and the day of judgment was around the corner, as it seems to be. Who would you take into your company, or what would you take into your company when the final whistle blew. Any ideas!.

Mayday Blue Boy

Little boy blue, grew up in a world when all his nightmares some call it dreams came through, a different story of a different type of blue not the shade of the sky or the sea, no, it’s the colour your face turns when they  decide to electrocute you, feeling electric I bet that you do, but I was thinking of the witness faces and the screams of yes we do, as they wheeled him into the chamber of death, so they could see it clear as day as the man boy went blue. It began awhile ago a child he was only six, saw his mother beaten close to death and boy was she black and blue, his daddy was a mixed up man you see and had no regard for emotion or a use for them, and when things got too close for his emotions to deal with he reached out at who was bitchin cause he didn’t know what else to do. Afraid to let his emotions go no where for his love to sow he became entangled with who would lead him and became wild you see, and as he got older his type of love wasn’t normal for he never knew what love was meant to be, and like his dad before him he beat his woman black and through, and this pattern of life became normal till he became homeless you see. Like so many among us his longing for love had no resting place only leaving him with fear, and as things got worse for him so did his habit of company. I was watching the TV, and that’s the end of the story, I don’t like detail, how many sex partners did she have, read the details get excited at the same time, perhaps you can add it to your bedroom role play, I prefer to write what’s real. Just to say we could all be a little boy blue. Time we found sympathy and acted that way sometimes, you don’t need a terror disaster to wake you up and feel human I hope you all agree, well do something about it, before your time is up, the Lord All mighty will with certainty one day make you account for all those little boy blues. Hit her again man, she’s your woman, meant to say, play it again sam but that was just a movie, it’s me me me me me me, whose that on the phone, someone for me of course, get it!, it’s 222 important to ignore all those little boy blues.

Being may day, is it a call for help or is it a day of joy, but does anyone remember the horrible events of the last week or so, I guess another atrocity will happen soon and so we can ignore all the others you see. I think I’ll start a NEW CHARITY, You’ll all turn up at the memorials AT the remembrance day, party and smile hug and say what’s worthwhile before you vanish and go your ways JUST LIKE STARS THAT FADE AWAY, till the next may day event while forgetting the blood spilled the innocence killed like it just happens that way, and it’s been like this for years. Mayday symphony or mayday sympathy denial is not a river in Egypt, it’s a condition of the human race, and it’s played itself full distance, don’t look over there, keep your eyes closed, do you always have to look at those poor people, there is something pretty on the babe station. The things we think of are killing us all, and we are doing it ourselves, most just hope death comes easily, with no pain no heaven no hell, well I don’t think your going to get your wish, as I’ve seen the other side as well, mayday mayday, anyone human out there!.

I own you

I own you, all techied up and nowhere to go, sounds like a busy day on the web, a very strange wedding indeed, a love affair with technology, new husband has acquired property in human form, a woman, we’ll do it my way, he boasts.. If they have children, boys will be valued more than girls, boys can be made work younger, girls come with the burden of dowry. Makes it sound reasonable to own women as they say, you’ll have to pay to send them packing. He’s the father, sue him. All this sounds third reich stuff, but if her name is on the paper, she’s yours. Beat her, heat her, starve her, even bleach her, and cause she’s yours, it’s all legal. What a society for a girl to grow up in, after a while she’d think it normal and just fall in line. Propaganda, keep repeating, easy to wind up people, steer them left or right, once you know their likes and dislikes, simple really. The new girl in the office watches the soaps, she must be normal, so do I. so do I, sounds like sodomy, but in slow motion. Sounds familiar, resentment caused, most of it by propaganda. And it’s daily, weekly, on junior TV, here there everywhere, and were all tied up in it. So how do you untangle the mind, free up space without having to take advice from the guru creature, cult, or professional thief, probably all are, thieves of a kind. Like banks, these cults, the more money you have the more they want you. Did you get that, that was deep, I agree with you 100%, I’m with you on that. Did I really impress you, that makes you feel good, someone thinks your impressive, wake up quickly, cause your about to be had. And if you have a problem, (everyone living on the planet earth has problems, booze, drink, sex, TV, gold, you name it, everyone is addicted to something) who isn’t on prescription pills. Those valium really did the job doctor, maybe I should try something a little heavier, have you anything for stress, it’s like asking a fish about water, listen to yourselves. But nothing is much worse than propaganda, being misled entirely and you think it’s good for you, you overlook anything, like a new man in the life of an aging thirty year old in search of children, she’ll put up with anything. If I don’t conceive soon, it’ll be hopeless, too late too late, I can hear the tears. If you love children so much, how about reducing their exposure to adult stuff, the ones you already care about, as you must love children to the ends of the earth. Your alcohol problem won’t be an excuse, you will, that’s another day’s work. Cults are like that. They get you to reveal yourself, know you intimately as possible, and they’ll lay on chicks, just to encourage you .don’t worry Sidney, monica and jenny just want to help you with your clothes. After sex, everyone talks. Your so relaxed, you’ll do anything cause you’d just had a dopamine rush, and it feels good. Your body tingles, like a heroin hit. Till your addicted or deeply involved in the cult. Soon, you’ll be hunting for new prospects. That’s what I love about God almighty. You are given gifts, and the will to decide for yourself. Are you amazed or just one of those folks, ready to take on the world for cash, hoping to acquire along the way, give back what, exactly. You’ll be asked this one day, what did you do for the life you were given, the potential entrusted in you. Cults never ask such question, they make it sound like you’ve found a resting place, head space, until you get intoxicated with new concepts, stuff you never worried about, conspiracy, what’s new. Sounds like propaganda to me.

like writing on the wall...

it's here,being the day of Sunday, i wanted to do something right, and remembered a story of you, about life and death, that cuts to the very heart of all that is life, it's a story of the deaf kind, deaf people hear better than most, words can be heard from the heart,  just remembered Beethoven or which of the great composers had the major disabilities,  imagine where he'd have ended up today, that's right, in the garbage can, is there anything left inside, check it again. Time changes, it's the writing on the wall. have you been to the doctor lately, you'd better check out those bleeding gums, that pain you have in your head it might not be all that cider you drank, there might be a brain in there instead. we have found new bearings and aim to go in another direction, both making a point or starting a revolution, but the world is a living chaos, held together by the threat of nuclear war, selfishness, our desire to control, a prescription medication addiction and fear. what a platform for success, the writing is on the wall. print another two billion chuck, that get us to thanksgiving.

a piece of your heart...

A peace for your heart, a pierce of your heart, peace in your heart, and she wanted peace in her heart, no promises, she’d too many of those in her closet, the memories, some bad, he seemed different this time. First time they’d met in two years, she was listening to him go on, he was looking better, his teeth pure white, it looked like a new man before her. But inside she remembered the pain, said her goodbyes and walked away. She’s peace in her heart, and didn't need to be lead astray., didn't need it any other way. Memories, the scars and victorious, all she ever wanted to hear was truth, he just kept her as a servant cause that’s all she was, till they met this day. But it’s easy to under estimate the comfort of love, and the affect it has on other beings all around you. This is perhaps so simple, it’s almost too easy to understand, but it’s something we all can attest to, or at least we know someone whose been there so to speak. Young girl meets young boy, grow up, they break up, she goes to college on the east coast, he goes west, they mature, never see each other bar the odd funeral, end of story. Love between them grew gently, they were chaperoned by society, attitudes towards family values etc etc..nothing personal, just normal stuff. Her love matures, she’s not found the one, bingo, she hits the iceberg. Three years later, two careers, his busier, she gives up job to have baby, he goes away longer and longer working. Then the pressure mounts, bills, job insecurity, his internet porn addiction, her motherly ways, suddenly everything is out of sync. He meets someone online, starts his first affair. Wife busy with second child, intimacy is less and less, they go out together once every three months, and on birthdays. He promises her he’ll make a fortune online, no need to worry, he’s also on the cocaine now and has met some shady friends to go along with it, he’s also getting involved in all sorts of weird stuff online, every stuff involving children, he’s totally addicted, everything he sees is sexualized. She’s still a wife and mother, the children are three, the online company is doing well, bills are getting paid, but he’s always working, but it’s okay, cause the kids can afford their classes and have nice friends….he starts to fantasize about his daughters friends, begins buying online child pornography, company is doing really well, wife is now on the board of a charity, and feeling like she’s Imelda Marcus  oh the struggle was worth is she says, she even has new friends. Her husbands old friends keep her company. Being cool, she takes cocaine, the first time, husband by her side takes some too, they are suddenly bonded again, joined in love she thinks. So what is love, is it the beginning young girl, the young woman in love, the mother to be for the first time, or is it the woman who finds her love awake again, and this is just a snip, a bite. When love is allowed to flourish, it does amazing things. When it’s dimmed it causes addiction, cause rather than going through the pain of it, we turn our lives into sports, hobbies, drinking, reading, shopping, basically we find things to keep us busy rather than deal with emotions, as we seem to have little control over our emotions, they can be tinkered with is basically what is being said here, and if you can tinker with some else’s emotions you tinker with their life, and that’s why psychology is used to determine the voters mood, testing the water so to speak, and when bad people tinker with your emotions, providing the temptation you need, she can’t see you surfing the weird stuff, it’s only you you think, inside you begin to change. She watches him leave the house, briefcase in hand, sun was shining and the car was new, a baby cried in the room next door, she holds the child and listens as the car pulls away, child is quite, comfort is the cure, she places him down on the bed, she begins her medical cure. Three Valium for starters and two shots of vodka. Her head shudders, she shakes all over, hit her quickly, she falls back on the bed. Looks over at her wedding picture, taken all those years ago, the love she had in her heart that day, used up and gone away. ….we all have choices to make.

The Placebo Affect

The fox used to be a wild animal. Extinction will come like everything else, in time thinks the narrator of the show, solemn sounding. Harry was now watching shows to do with heritage and environment. Seemingly foxes like restaurant food. They must have learned to read laughed harry, making light of the plight of the wild animal in flight. Maybe your dog is an alien spy. What was he doing in the forest last night,

getting tuition on how to use a gun. Habitat eradicated by man, man stresses the narrator, harry is in stitches. He covers his mouth, in case he wakes magda who probably sleeps at reception. But the plight of the fox was a survival one, and as the fox never owned anything, he’d survive, fight on reckoned reasoned harry. Not that again he moaned as he switched over to the news channel. He’d been off the babe channel a week now and proud of it. Body count, we all love to hear the casualty numbers. Harry wasn’t surprised. He loved maths growing up. in those days you had to use your head to count, now they had machines. The world was being slowly programmed, not all of the time, just in front of the TV. He was having problems coming up with new content for the Sunday sermon. He’d used the numbers thing the previous week, people loved to hear the word millions being used, mentioned in the papers daily, had a viagrical effect in people, made them thick, and think like, at the same time. Men no longer had to indulge in foreplay, they could get straight in there without complication or interpretation needed. The word millions has the placebo affect, similar to the word bomb, gets your attention every time you hear the word uttered, without killing you though, well not for awhile. The jack flows, harry is now watching apes, and gorillas. More to his liking, cause they had hands and legs not too dissimilar to his own. They eat dog in china, st. Bernard au poivre, rover in curry, lassie on a skewer, mice wine nice wine, everyone has to survive thinks harry, eat at least. He turns sad all of a sudden. Famine time again on TV.

kissing the french...

Women, bleddy women he moaned, angry that she was almost taking over all his spare thoughts apart from taking over the world. Now on texting terms, what if she sent him something risqué. He’d asked to see a photo of her family, making the request in order to keep the fledgling friendship friendly not personal. She, madga, sounded like Magdalene, mary, the da vincii code, dan brown, theory he thought, as all thinking was just that, theory, and theory made story, he was thinking it through. Religion was sexy sometimes, magda was catholic. Maybe there’s a story in this, Hollywood thought so too, but like the film Alexander, not all hero’s can be put successfully in a can, perhaps on a poster, che guevarra one fine example of it, JFK. Religion he thought, reminding himself of the crowds that used to attend church but no longer did, everything changes and everyone, alright to lust, just don’t become addicted, he switching quickly to the girlie channel, big ones, plastic ones, egg shaped, circular, hanging, all wallpaper, each of them playing a very human role, in accordance with nature, the nourishment of human life. Fools gloated over them, many fear exposing themselves, their real selves, others for money, most out of boredom, the truly interested ones being those in the early stages of sexual awakening and experience, and those deprived of all contact with the human race. thirteen, as he remembered, seeing bardot in a late night movie, that got him going. she was alluring he thought, stretching back the years in the chair. French too, harry liked the French, bardot reminding him, bread, paris, cannes, perfume, style, and passion, even if the world pays a premium for it, the real thing that is, and Bardot was passionate. The girls on screen looked like performing seals, not in anyway alluring. He reaches for the JD, pours a good slice of it into his tall glass, filling it half, clumps in the last three ice cubes, splashes it over with coke. The bottle fizzes as he puts it down. He liked that, seeing fizz in a bottle. No more ice, he could ring down for more. He’d a lot of TV to go through, war going on in the middle east. All sides were baiting the world with propaganda, and harry had to get a handle on it if he was going to use some of it in a sermon. They kissed regularly, another reason harry liked the French. They were not afraid of hugging and kissing, less likely to go to war too..

How to change things quickly for good

it's a question we all ask, sometimes when were loaded, great ideas soon forgotten, and a week later we come up with more great ideas, soon forgotten and after awhile we become disillusioned and so on and on, the circle gets tighter, all we think is escape, then we give up, stop, it's possible to change everything, and this is how, it's not a revolution, it's called justice for all, and this is what ye have to do, and it's simple.
We have a united nations to protect us from criminal behavior and other such abuses throughout the world, its not working, world is in a worse state now more than ever. Lets set up a court for all the politicians of the world, hold them accountable, just them and no one else, a political crimes bureau, PCB for short. everyone who dares to enter politics throughout the world who elects to serve the people and only enriches themselves, will be brought before this bureau and will be asked every three years to explain any of their spurious decisions, the penalty for abuse, asset stripping for those involved, end of story. this bureau will put power back into the hands of ordinary decent people the world over, and make the abuse by the political class and those who support them a very unprofitable business, now is that not simple.