Как Бог плачет © От Майкл Кейси As God Cries in Russian Translation

Как Бог плачет ©

От

Майкл Кейси   

Ну, 5- го апреля 2018 года, и «Русская шпионская отравляющая сага» продолжается, так как Лондон бьет в Нью-Йорк для убийств. Поэтому я подумал, должен ли я комментировать или писать Поэму Плача, будет ли сарказм работать, помогут ли океаны слез, будет ли Дэвид Лэмми волшебником и поможет его избирательному округу избить зло, которое крутится вокруг. У нас также есть 78-летний мужчина, у которого есть 2 грабителя ночью, и один грабитель умер, другой уехал в своем фургоне. Так что новости все очень печальные.

У меня тоже есть свои горькие сладкие новости, которые, надеюсь, будут иметь счастливый конец, с помощью Бога и двух полицейских. Говорят, вы должны использовать августинский метод при решении проблем или на 360 градусов, но как чувствует себя Бог? Когда я говорю, Радуга поет Благословить Меня, Благослови Меня.

Поэтому я делаю, чтобы попытаться увидеть Божью точку зрения, высказанную мной. Хотя некоторые будут называть это ересь, так что я скажу им РОСТ. Это может быть то, что Бог мог бы сказать.

Я плакала за Мать-Россия, когда нацистское чистое зло излилось на твою землю, Мария молилась за тебя постоянно, так как ты весь дрожал от холода. Я понял, когда вы освободили весь Восток, зачем вам нужна буферная зона после того, что Гитлер сделал с вами.

Я могу понять достоинства и ценности и благородство надежды, нацистскую надежду, и я могу видеть такой либеральный Запад. Но дети мои дети, когда вы продали свою душу? Почему вы не понимали, что разделение - это христианин, и все другие Веры верят в совместное использование и уход за слабыми. Этот коммунизм начался как свобода духа, свобода от тирании, очень благородная, ангелы все аплодировали. Но потом все пошло не так, один хозяин был заменен другим лицемерным хозяином.

Что случилось с моими церквями, свободой верить, единственной верой было неверие. И к чему это привело, к печали и отсутствию радости. Обманывая спорт, который рекламировался как новая религия, мы должны обманывать спорт, чтобы народ гордился. Вы думаете, что люди - это крупный рогатый скот и относятся к ним так, чтобы их доили. Затем богатство продается людям, которые покидают родину России, и неудивительно, что у людей все меньше и меньше детей. Меньше детей - верный признак несчастья. И Мария плачет, она плачет, Мария плачет, потому что любит Мать Россия.

Человек делает больше оружия, больше способов уничтожить этот Иден, созданный для всех вас. Северная Корея должна петь больше и делать игрушки, настоящие игрушки, а не угрожать всем. Я плачу слезами, океаны слез, ангелы обезумели. Что стало с моими детьми, все мои дети. Мои слезы присоединяются к океанам, так как полярные шапки тают, все из-за жадности не нужны. Полярные медведи держат меня в компании, когда я иду по этой Доброй Земле, моей радости, которую я создал для своих детей, всем моим детям.

Голод гневается, и никто не заботится, ангелы плачут и киты плачут своими песнями, в гармонии Ангелы и киты жалуются. Его слишком много для китов, так что в их скорби они выложены, их песни печали сводят их с ума.

В Америке, которая началась с такой большой надежды, когда парус «Колумбус» только что сломал мое сердце. Наркотики загрязняют вены людей и его такой плачущий стыд. Мари держит руки умирающих и тех, кто пытается освободиться от всего этого яда, и еще больше слез она проливает. Затем над Границей человек, который мог бы быть Цезарем, плюет и смотрит в зеркало популярного телевидения, в то время как весь мир смотрит на все его многочисленные бедствия. Тщеславие о тщеславии, где настоящая христианская благотворительность?

Похоже, что слово «Слово», «Любовь» и «Милосердие» оставлены, а где «Надежда». Где Любовь, кажется, скрыта под бушелем, а не зерно риса разделено, ни один хлеб не запекается и не разрушается.

Может быть, Бог мертв, может быть, я разговариваю сам с собой, нет людей, мое Творение не существует. Должен ли я все это исчезнуть? Неужели такие люди заслуживают надежды?

Тем не менее, я слышу молитвы, слышу крошечные крошечные шепоты, кто-то молился о том, чтобы отравленная русская девочка должна была жить. Почему, потому что она имела то же имя, что и мать мужчины, ни по какой другой причине. Возможно, из тьмы появятся новые молитвы, молитвы надежды и любви, возможно, люди поймут, что даже у Бога может закончиться терпение. Божья Омега в конце концов вызовет тревогу, Человечество - ваше Время.

Божье творение красиво и стоит того. Мать Россия должна быть достаточно честной, чтобы изменить свое будущее, как это было 100 лет назад. Россия и США могли вместе достичь звезд, в эту Звездную Звездную Ночь, они могли видеть, могут ли они добраться до Кафе Ангела. Китай мог восстановить инфраструктуру Америки так же, как давно строил железные дороги с ирландцами.

Люди могут отказаться от наркотиков и использовать свое воображение вместо этого в эту Звездную Звездную ночь. Но я чувствую холод, это сатана, ползающий из его ямы, замораживающей Любовь, когда он ползет по развращающим девам? Неужели никто не будет молиться выше боли, человечество ушло в безумное положение? Где же любовь? Мэри говорит, что Розарий может присоединиться к миру? Является ли Розарий Кругом Молитвы или петлей, которую Человечество предпочитает связывать?

Наверху проходит падающая звезда, один умирающий человек молится, ее старый русский, который пережил нацистов, он молится, он молится. Он молится с Надеждой и Любовью, к Марии присоединились также ангелы, все Небеса молится с умирающим русским человеком. Он не молится за свою душу, он молится за душу своей дорогой матери, его дорогой Матери России, у него есть надежда и любовь в его сердце, когда его тело умирает. Он любит Мать-Россия, если только она может быть такой, какой она должна быть, лучше Северной Кореи и лучше, чем Китай или даже США.

Старый русский человек умирает, и сам святой Майкл подводит его на Небеса, Бог вручает ему водку и какой-то английский чай. Там, где есть Молитва, есть Надежда, и Бог стоит рядом с нами. Поэтому мы все должны молиться и надеяться и стараться не волноваться, как говорил Падре Пио.

 

As God Cries

As God Cries ©

By

Michael Casey

Well its 5^th April 2018, and the Russian Spy Poisoning Saga continues, as London beats New York for Murders. So I wondered should I comment or write a Poem of Lament, would sarcasm work, would oceans of tears help, would David Lammy be a magician and help his constituency beat the evil that is swirling around. We also have a 78 year old man have 2 burglars in the night, and one burglar died, the other one drove off in his van. So the news is all very sad.

I have my own bitter sweet news happening too, which hopefully will have a happy ending, with the help of God and two Policeman. They say you should used the Augustinian method when sorting out problems, or 360 degrees appraisal, but how does God feel? As I talk Rainbow sing Bless Me, Bless Me.

So I’m doing to try and see God’s point of view, voiced by me. Though some will call this heretical, so I’ll say to them GROW UP. Which may be what God might say.

I cried for Mother Russia when the Nazi pure evil poured over your land, Mary prayed for you constantly as you all shivered in the cold. I understood when you freed all the East why you wanted a buffer zone after what Hitler had done to you.

I can understand the strengths and values and the nobility of hope, the anti-Nazi hope, and I can see the oh so Liberal West. But children my children when did you sell your soul? Why did you not understand that sharing is Christian and all other Faiths believe in sharing and looking after the weak. This Communism started as a freedom of the spirit, freedom from tyranny, very noble, the angels all applauded. But then it all went wrong, one master was replaced by another hypocritical master.

What happened to my churches, freedom to believe, the only belief was unbelief. And what did that lead to, to sadness and lack of joy. Cheating at Sport, which was touted as the new religion, we must cheat at sport to make the masses proud. You think the people are cattle and treat them like that, to be milked. Then the riches are sold off to people who desert mother Russia, no wonder people make less and less babies. Less children is a sure sign of unhappiness. And Mary cries, she is crying, Mary cries because she loves Mother Russia.

Man makes more weapons, more ways to destroy this Eden created for you all to share. North Korea should sing more, and make toys, real toys, not threaten everybody. I weep tears, oceans of tears, the angels are distraught. What has become of my children, all my children. My tears join the oceans, as the Polar caps melt, all because of greed not need. Polar bears keep me company as I walk on this Good Earth, my joy, which I created for my children, all my children to share.

Famines rage and nobody cares, the Angels cry and whales lament with their songs, in harmony Angels and whales lament. Its too much for the whales so in their sorrow they are beached, their songs of sorrow drive them mad.

In the Americas which began with so much hope when Columbus set sail has just broken my heart even more. Drugs pollute peoples veins, and its such a crying shame.Mary holds the hands of the dying and those trying to break free from all this poison, even more tears does she shed. Then over the Border a man who would could be a Caesar is spitting and looking in the mirror of popular tv, while the whole world looks on at all his many calamities. Vanity oh Vanity, where is real Christian charity?

Spite seems to be the keyword, Love and Charity are abandoned and where is Hope. Where is the Love, it seems to be hidden under a bushel, and not a grain of rice is shared, no bread is baked nor broken any more.

Maybe God is dead, maybe I’m talking to myself, there are no people, my Creation does not exist. Should I make it all disappear? Do such people deserve any Hope?

Yet, I hear prayers, I hear tiny tiny whispers, somebody prayed that that Russian girl poisoned should live. Why because she had the same name as a man’s mother, for no other reason than that. Perhaps more prayers will emerge from the Dark, prayers of hope and love, perhaps people will realise that even God can run out of patience. God’s Omega will eventually sound an alarm, Mankind your Time is Up.

God’s Creation is beautiful and worth saving. Mother Russia should be honest enough to change it’s future just it did 100 years ago. Russia and USA could together reach for the stars, on this Starry Starry Night, they could see if they can reach the Angel Cafe. China could rebuild America’s infrastructure just as they built the railways with the Irish long ago.

People could give up drugs and use their imagination instead, on this Starry Starry night. But I feel a chill, is it Satan crawling from his pit freezing Love as he crawls along corrupting virgins? Will nobody Pray above the Pain, has mankind gone Insane? Where is the Love? Mary is saying the Rosary, can the World join in? Is the Rosary a Circle of Prayer or a noose that Mankind prefers to hang itself with?

A shooting star passes overhead, one dying man is praying, its an old Russian who survived the Nazis, he is praying, he is praying.He is praying with Hope and Love, Mary has joined in, the angels too, the whole of Heaven is praying with the dying Russian man. He is not praying for his own soul, he is praying for the soul of his dear mother, his dear Mother Russia, he has hope and love in his heart as his body dies. He loves Mother Russia, if only it could be as it should be, better than North Korea and better than China or even the USA.   

The old Russian man dies and Saint Michael himself brings him to Heaven, God hands him a vodka and some English tea. Where there is Prayer there is Hope and God stands next to us. So we should all pray and hope and try not to worry as Padre Pio used to say.

 

Study Mode

Study Mode ©

By

Michael Casey

Well my big daughter is having her exams next month so now the Easter Holidays are here so she must study. Next year will be her A Levels and after that University. She’s decided not to do Medicine and may try Biology instead. At my brother’s house over Easter they were talking over food, and my sister in law said that her sister had a place in Edinburgh so my daughter could stay there. Now this could be the confluence of events, or luck or God, or my mother up in Heaven pulling a few Angel’s harp strings. So providing she gets A A A A then should could get in at Edinburgh, yes the grades are that high, but Edinburgh is 25^th in the world for Biology or so I’m told.

So readers worldwide that’s something to pray for, I’ll accept any prayers via any Faith, to help my daughter. Which brings me to today’s talk, which is Study Mode. The Nolan Sisters used to sing I’m in the mood for dancing, romancing, though dads watching just sat there open mouthed. So when I as a student, ok at school I used to have Friday off cos it was Friday.Then Saturday I played rugby, I was very strong as kid and most of my life. Then Sunday after serving Mass as an altar boy I finally did my homework. That was my weekend routine. And yes I still remember the torture that was Latin homework. Mr Proctor used to say do 40 mins, but you had to do double that to make and impression as it was so hard. Otherwise you’d have nothing to show for it. By the way I got a B in Latin O Level. I seem to remember my eldest brother got A at A Level, but he did do Modern Languages at Queens Oxford.

So exams were on the horizon, so books were piled up and the exam time table was placed on the drop leaf study table we had in the middle room. My other brother had gone off coal mining for a year in Newbold Vernon, inventing the Gap Year back in 1974, before leaving the Pit to go to Downing Cambridge to do Economics. Yes I’m still University dropping. And what did the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham do? I did do 2 courses at the Open University while working full time night shifts in a computer room, 30 years ago. Then eventually became a writer, alongside read life, these 1,285,000 words and growing are my Universe if not University. I did History, and Shakespeare, obviously.

So there I am copying out vocabulary and reciting from History notes. I did do 2 English exams, Lang and Lit, plus French, Spanish and Latin as well. Which may explain the love of words, coupled with 20 years of Speech Radio from ages of 8 to 28 especially. Reciting is the best way to learn, don’t mumble to yourself, or follow with a finger. Sing your notes, let the whole street hear you sing about King Edward and that poker. Let them hear you decline your verbs, climb every mountain with your learning. Pluck your eyebrows as you learn that French, which I really did once, but I did get full marks in the test.

Have a reward for every hour of study. My daughter has just done 2 hours so she has an apple tart now and a hot drink. Do not overdose on study. Do those 2 hours and then stroke the cat for thirty minutes, or argue with your baby sister, whichever relaxes you and takes your mind off study. Then grab a cake and head back to the study table. Do 2 more hours, then break again.You can easily do 6 hours of study over a 7 hour period. And if you are studying for A Levels maybe do another 2 hour study. So its 2, break, 2, break, 2, break, 2 FINISH. That’s 8 hours study over 9 and a half hours. So If you get out of bed at 10am then have a lazy breakfast and start study at 11, by 8.30pm you are finished. Then you an relax and watch films on tv or even go out and see friends. But be in bed by Midnight, so you get 10 hours sleep/rest.

This is a very simple idea.If you cannot manage 8 hours study then do 7, the last session can be just one hour, so you finish at 7.30pm. And then you chill with films or go out, but be in bed at Midnight. This is just for month while you do your exams, once exams are finished you can reach for the Diet Coke, the drink I mean, students nowadays. I can actually remember a tv programme about study methods which spoke about 90 mins study sessions then a 15 min break, but that was 40 years ago and the guy had flares and maybe an Afro. Though I do have this photo of my brother at Oxford over 45 years ago he had flares and gold framed octagonal glasses. Now he just looks like Harrison Ford, in carpet slippers.

Now if loud music helps then use it, Country and Western music or Bartok, or even Hymns, if it helps use it, play it loud and proud and lock the door as you STUDY. Remember the Michael Jackson track where there is banging on the door? Well that is you in study mode, or me trying to get into the bathroom with my Ckd, just try and enjoy your studying and get your dad to supply cakes and biscuits. There may be tears and shouting and loud crashing, but if that’s you rehearsing for your Drama exam then so be it. It may also be you and your boyfriend after you’ve done your studying for the day. Or Judo practice to help you unwind, do what you need to do, beat your boyfriend up till he is black and blue. If he loves you, he’ll accept it, besides he’s a Black Belt 5^th Dan, so of course he can take it. He could fall for anybody but he fell for you, and once he’s trained you you’ll reach 7th Dan at Black Belt, but that’ll be after you pass all your exams. For to a Black Belt the sexiest thing about HIS lady is her brains.  

In the Swing of Things

In the Swing of Things ©

By

Michael Casey

Today Australia was there waiting for me when I checked who was reading my stuff. So hello to all the Kangaroos in the zoo and the zookeepers too, who else could it be reading me? Not unless its Rupert Murdoch, or the Dear Leader from North Korea, who’s hiding his IP address. Either way thank you for reading yesterday’s new story, Fat Dave and the DJ. It only happened as I was having a clear out prior to any house move finally happening. So I gave a pile of cds to my Gay neighbours,which led to me thinking there must be a music story in there, and that’s where the seed of an idea came from.

Tonight I was grazing the newspapers and I spotted that Tiger Woods was getting back in the groove, getting back into the swing of things, now that his back has been fused. So that’s brewing in my head as I talk to you all. My own back has fused, and is nearly smoking with pain for a few days, I even missed Easter dinner at my brother’s house. Yes, I missed food and company. So you can imagine just how bad the pain must have been.

Which brings me to Tiger Woods, if ever he comes to Birmingham he can visit Warley Woods there is even a 9 hole golf course he can try. Though I promise not to be as ignorant as I was when the Ryder Cup was on in the Midlands in 2002 or was is 2003? The hotel was packed and I joked to a guest, have you been doing a big of pitch and putt ? To which he replied, no I’ve won the Ryder Cup.

Which all goes to show that you never know what will happen when you work in a busy hotel,which is the attraction of it all. Somebody also asked me once where did I work before and my answer was where there was a locked fire door from the outside. I won’t name names but, my Life and Family is worth more than that.

So what do we mean about being in the swing of things? Well if ever you’ve been to Lourdes you will really see swings in action. The miracle I’m talking about is not just the Grotto, but how the cafes tidy up. You can imagine the traffic of people wanting a drink and a sandwich, the season is 6 months or so then there is no work or business. So hectic is the name of the game. The tables get cluttered and untidy, so the head waiter will give a look and all the staff descend like locusts and clear the tables and tidy the chairs. In five minutes all 20 tables are sorted before the next load of thirsty Pilgrims descend or roost. Il marche bien is what the waiter said when I gave him a look of astonishment. I can also say from my time front of house at CPNEC when it was full on, that we did a similar thing. As Dorienne used to say to me, she could rely on my, it really was a team, all working really hard.

Those are just a couple of examples, but the thing about being in the swing of things is that it is more fun, even though it can be really really tiring. I tell my daughters they should work in hotels to give them some Life Lessons. Habits or is it Hobbits make a difference too, because you hang up your coat and put your shoes away as well as your school bag. Then dad does not trip over your things and is more inclined to give you money for cakes, that if teenagers live a minefield of rubbish all over the living room floor.

When you’ve been sick, or on holiday, or worse been sick while you’ve been on holiday so have had no real rest. Then its hard to get back in the groove, back into the swing of things. You make a few mistakes or you have finger trouble as we typists say. Or sausage fingers that was another phrase used. It’s 40 years since I learnt to type by the way, standing at the bus stop moving my fingers and trying to remember the layout of the QWERTY keyboard. But eventually I got it, though nowadays I never hand write so when people see my hand writing they say YOUR WRITING IS RUBBISH. Yes I see the irony there, but maybe in Australia those kangaroos really do like my writing, and maybe like my typing too.

I’ll get back into the swing of things more tomorrow, but for now I have to get back into my hammock and gently get back to sleep. This ship which we call home has landed on a sandbar and so its time for bed. Though outside Tiger Woods is chipping away at the sandbar with his 9 iron. So by morning Tiger would be able to have freed my ship and I’ll sail of into another day of Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England.