Happy New Year, May your blossoms turn to buds, and juicy plums excite your tongues with the sweetest flavours.
During the 'Irish Troubles', a wag said that the fastest indoor game was 'pass the parcel in an Irish pub'.
I fear my posts do not promote the same essential desire of sharing.
People look at a blog, shrug their shoulders, mutter 'silly old sod', or some such, and 'move on'.
What a fantastic two words are 'move on'. Confronted with some news that God might just want His children to enjoy life on Earth, it's a fleeting glimpse, and not wishing to tire their brain, or cause similar stress to their twitter or facebook friends, bloggers don't pass the parcel.
The only thing this parcel will blow up, is the one that is full of religious dogma and outdated ideology.
Perhaps Guy Fawkes had the best of motives? A little political gunpowder is overdue. But if five or ten years renders political masters incompetent, how can religious policies written 2,000 years ago, give human beings an understanding of life today?
We have to get some love and common sense into our world, and we simply cannot do it with a Bible covered in cobwebs, or the bullet gospels of a Kalshnikov.
Let 2016 be a year we open up our minds to the possibility we can create Heaven on Earth. I suspect the individual desire to live within human moral and ethical values, precedes such a utopia.
You can't 'move on', it's up to you.
Use the internet to make it a Worldwide Happy New Year.
Blessings and Blossoms
Archpip Plumtree.
