something from out of space... well it wasn't a bang or a whimper were you worried... somebody i spoke to on the evening of the non event wanted to watch it....  it was a great anticipated non event that well i didn't watch though i know someone who watched some sort of tracking something on the internet...  the russian event was something else ironically on the same day reminds me of the power of GOD the beauty of GOD.... it sounds naff but something of GOD's fireworks display one year watching the meteor shower in autumn on a clear night was scinitillating when GOD does fireworks pay attention ..... somebody..... the ability to predict a phenominal event like that .... 


that could change the earth for ever is amazing..... it reminds me of one of those disaster movies.... an odd feature of which was Morgan freedman as us president... well that bit has come true...

the outside is a big world.... a place to paint and place one's dreams and leave them to hang ' if dreams were horses beggars would ride...'

dreams are for free.... i have them.... i know someone who is full of wishes almost all of them impractical... i fijnd myself losing presence when i am around them.... i guess dreams and imagination are for real in the lives of the have-nots who have time to daydream.. but an asteroid hitting the earth would well.... would it be a leveler it would depend on where it hit earth the rich would they have their bunkers their survival insurances while the rest take theri chances.. this is something i think we see to some extent with folks leaving trouble spots .. what about the folks who remain? in a place of war... do they consciously make that choice... that things will blow over soon this thing from outside.... leaving a zone of danger.....  in the disaster movie the roads are gridlocked some people choose to stay and face the music some people stay with them some people can't move physically some people have priveleged tickets out of danger with roads gridlocked though.... only the first folks can do the move successfully.... what divides folks? yes ability and resources ... serendipity.... in disaster situations folks are organised shepherded herded rich and poor alike out of there... disaster becomes a great leveler.... the rich recover the quickest? not necessarily... it takes not too long to erect a shack if that is what has blown over... so long as the materials are available.... one cn almost do it alone... a lot of people are required to change the light bulb of the palace on the other hand.... where is JEsus?

poverty has been in odd dribs and drabs....

me forsaking the pub to watch tv.... well i was pondering stuff and really not enjoying listening on the radio and GOD let me go and watch the second half i had a half... and you know what i felt a betrayal a betrayal of the poor ... why cos no sooner was i in the door and the haunted frightened eyes of a poor stared their hollow truth at me... no idea who they were they were with folks but the pub i was in i had asked GOD GOD got me to go to this ojne to see.. to contemplate how much i dislike the pub itself but for it shows sport.... the clientele are not necessarily the poorest bnut there is something of a spiritual poverty jjrife here folks are often kindof the working working class relaxing aft6er work or there as retired... there is an air of the poor bourgeois about it... dyed hair think make-up something like out of 1970s corrie conversations i don't want to overhear somehow the sadness the relics of sadness the unaccompolishment an absence of dignity.... the hard of life ungainly covered up with the uniforms of depiction oh Lord where are the uniforms of Grace?

i overhear the conversations about failed spread betting.... what though i ghave noticed is the betting shop in the poor area i have indeed been in that one.... the chain has gone to the usual expense.... but this one remains a sense of decadent underutilised art deco in vain... within not the usual assortment of chancers and folks escaping the cold ... there seems to be unedifying in wealthier places it seems ironic and unlikely ... the sterotype of the poor living in the betting shops and perhaps some do...... 

but my actual undertakings have been... yesterday i accepted a lift where i would normally have caught the bus..... with precisely the dependence of the poor in mind in fact GOD being GOD i was being inundated with lifts... the one i accepted.... turned out to be complete chaos... my solitary travel amidst strangers was

i return home to discover i have not been shopping i am hungry... i have missed the shops ...... my cupboard and fridge oh no empty.. i recall the social worker once related how visiting a client the fridge contained food for the baby and none for the mother.... i once read a paper on how women in some p0art ofafrica would be the last to be fed that is after husband and children yes in that order....????????!!!!!!!!    aaaaargh!!!!! GOD!!

GOD BLESS!

Peace and Love,