a writing by James Stephen Thompson

Earth Wind and Fire – September

James 4: 1-8 From whence come wars and fightings among you? come they not hence, even of your lusts that war in your members? Ye lust, and have not: ye kill, and desire to have, and cannot obtain: ye fight and war, yet ye have not, because ye ask not. Ye ask, and receive not, because ye ask amiss, that ye may consume it upon your lusts. Ye adulterers and adulteresses, know ye not that the friendship of the world is enmity with God? whosoever therefore will be a friend of the world is the enemy of God. Do ye think that the scripture saith in vain, The spirit that dwelleth in us lusteth to envy? But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble. Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.

My mind is so often taking me back through situations I have been taken through, and even receiving the comment or commandment of word to progress. Going back a good length of time this day, I so clearly recall my father bringing home with him from his place of employment within the drawing office at; Stanton Iron Works, his replacement automobile, an off-white shade in colour, Austin Westminster. The body I myself would have taken to so very much as it appeared almost to perfection, together with the appearance of its chrome parts both at the front and rear. We were told that it had previously been a member of the Derbyshire Police Force, yet now the owner was my Father. This would be going back to the days before I began my career with the NHS, and I certain would have spent my spare time, working on whichever section of the vehicle required care and attention. Also, the areas of chrome I would have so much enjoyed putting so much effort into creation and bring back that clean and polished appearance.

That regular performance of once cleaning the vehicle, giving that further coat, this time with polish. My father himself after being pushed into the army during time of the second world war, would today, have paid so much more attention unto British vehicles, and no way Russian fuel. However, I certainly found joy in paying so much attention unto the vehicle in whatever way possible. That regular style of movement when sort of, injecting so much extra effort into the appearance, whilst my father would have worked on the necessary area of the engine.

It would have been such a delight to travel within the vehicle, especially either up or otherwise down an area of the M1 here in Great Britain. There did come the occasions when not only my father, but all of us within the large serviced vehicle, only wished we had been able to travel faster. We all so much wished that what had been fixed onto the roof; a blue beacon, had been left in place, all so as in order to progress at a required faster approach, through such a desperately desired acceleration.

The desired destination however, would eventually have been attained and on this occasion simply being a car-park open to the public. It was so clear to observe that almost all if not all spaces, had already been occupied as my father through situations involving vehicles that followed route, rolled his large and blazing Austin Westminster into and beyond where a person pointing each driver onto an empty space, yet again asked him to; “hold it!” He continued on; “Hold it, when I say hold it, I mean hold it!” My father it was easy to observe, was so anxious to fire back.

It had been recently, naturally during the days now gone by, I received a query, very much I might add representing that to my interview back at the beginning with the NHS, and today being over forty years back in time. The question brought forth unto so many folk; “What is your specific energy type?” “Is it earth, wind or fire!”

Well, through most if not all of my period of time dealing with situations for the sake of the injured or sick, the most common word I would have been receiving from most if not all staff members, would have been; “keep burning!” Fire it was found, was my number one energy type through the determination to proceed on at the required pace, so to make progress. Back at the beginning of my period of time with the NHS, filming all medical information of patients had been my number one achievement. The enjoyment of determination to progress through aid of, back at the time a flat-bed camera, all the necessary reports, letters and whatever of each patient no longer attending. All progress being in the aid so to save such vitally required space.

Through deep concentration and occasionally I believe if I remember correctly, the sound of a helpful tune, I would have managed to have completed three reels of unprocessed film. Each of the three full reels of film now having been exposed to light and each reel being able to accept as expected, in the region of 2800 negatives. Imagine being able to function in that regular cycle or pattern of movement over and over, and over again, until achieving an estimate of 8400 fired and now exposed negatives. Also, being careful on each and every occasion of demanding pressure upon the necessary button so to open the shutter of the camera, and not allowing the hand back into the territory of the lens, until the shutter had fully closed. Should the shutter have still been closing and not have been fully shut whilst collecting whichever sheet of information from the bed, ghost images would appear on those particular negatives.

Simple solution would be to; play your parts right! Position the sheet of medical information upon the bed, press the necessary button so to open the shutter and, before entering into the region of the camera lens so to remain in motion and use up further time, tap the front area of the frame work. It had been once a more up to date camera had been purchased and brought into use, it was clear to observe who had been in the progress of a great deal of fire, whilst dealing with each and every required medical sheet of information.

I would have progressed eagerly whilst the rest of the office of mostly female members, would have continued on under most likely; wind and not the least bit concerned of my own health. Not once would I be informed to cease so to have that required calm and soothing time of relaxation. Meditation or perhaps yoga representing both earth and wind, being what the female members of staff would be putting themselves into practice, whilst I alone progressed on under fire.

I would each and every day throughout a further year of employment, have been so eager to proceed on at record pace with whatever I may have been dealing with, whilst the enemy or negative sex to me, would appear so ghostly. Although during working hours, had their use of yoga whilst firing shots made a break-through? It would have been as if representing a particular reel of processed film that had to it, a decent percent of ghost images. Who, who could it have been delivering such an outcome of dead, or otherwise ghost images throughout their period of time whilst filming? I had to play the part as if representing a manager so to explain in the form of fire, the correct way of filming; “Play Your Parts Right!” All would now have to be filmed again, whilst the failed reel of film, pulled off from its reel so to be thrown into a further fire so as for certain elements to be recycled.

A sigh of relief however as a further day reaches a close, exactly as I would wish to feel actually at the end of the day, ready for a decent period of relaxation, or a professional way to meditate. I progressed on so as make my visit to The Nottingham Theatre Royal within the city centre, where I sat at the higher level together with a drink. Calm classical music was sounded so to receive in all areas from the pianist of a grand piano. The words entering my mind as I sat in comfort and received the tune being; “They say it is never too late to learn!”

Once I had decided to move on from the Theatre, I was soon finding myself approaching the Nottingham Market Square. It was as I drew closer, there appeared to be a high number of people dressed in red shirts running within the territory of the square. Through the result of a time relating to mind relaxation upon the upper floor of the Theatre Royal, my first decision was to take care and, attempt to find my way on beyond the body of red so as to not receive any hassle or annoyance. To remain in tune with the spirit was my strong intention. However, I was soon finding myself involved once discovering that each and every person dressed in a red shirt, was a member of The Grace Church Nottingham.

So many of them, handing out a tin of drink unto anyone who would accept. “Here, hold it,” being their style of communication, as a tin would be offered together with the statement of words; “Once you are through to the Lord you do know without doubt; Here, when I say hold it I mean hold it. Give thanks unto the Lord that we have what we all so desperately require, both food and water whilst we handle the heat throughout our period this day with the Lord. You don’t have to tiptoe or tremble. You don’t have to wonder if you are good enough to be there, because you don’t have to be. Jesus is. In Christ, you are just as welcome to come to God’s Throne as God’s only begotten son.”

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