Greetings.

Perhaps a scary title if you think about death.  But there are so many hours that come by in a lifetime that you have nothing to account for.  I wonder who is the bookkeeper of the time we spend upon earth?  The wages may be many, but productivity questionable.  Quality….hm?  service?….what if the hour is now?

If we tell you that the hour is right now, which would you pick to apply it to?  Because we have influence in everybody’s life, every second of every minute - negatively, positively, ignorantly.  How would you like me to spend my next second, if I was with you?  What would you expect from me?  To look at your clothes?  To describe you into my feelings as to what you look like to me?  Or would you expect something good to come out of it? 

Imagine if the world was a one-way street and no two people were allowed to walk side by side.  Could you describe this world to me?  Isn’t this the way it is: everyone is rushing home to wonder what to do tonight?  Or perhaps… to go to sleep because it’s boring or you’re tired.  And deep inside you’re longing for someone to love you, to love who you are, how you are and as you are.  Would I be acceptable to you, the way you are to yourself?  Would you want to do away with me?  Would I be a burden upon you? 

So I’ll change the subject, not to flip the mirror, to give you a break (perhaps me too).  So how about we plan the next minute with whomever may come your way or that you may go to?  Can’t you make a difference in that person’s life?  

Perhaps you didn’t know that if everyone gives attention, truly from the heart, all their life long, to anyone that comes by or that you go to, including the trees and nature, everything would live 90% longer and in better condition than if you lived now, as it is. 

Proof of this we could give you … the wife of Abraham.  She thought it was a big joke.  She burst out laughing when she was snooping outside the tent when two angels told Abraham that his 90-year old wife would bear a child.  They couldn’t help but hear her laugh.  How did she feel inside to hear such things?  How would you feel at 90 years old to know that you’re pregnant?  So isn’t that like two women of different ages one of 17 and one of 90 where all the odds were against the 90.  Would you be happy to find out that you’ll have children at 90 years old?  Why do we write this?  Very simple, because what woman is truly happy to find out that she’s pregnant, especially when she has something to do with it.

Imagine being pregnant.  To me it would be looking at the life of a person, at least of 50 years.  Who is looking forward to spend 50 years with a child?  The proof is in your family today.  So what is the child for?  Isn’t Christmas about children, using them to make money?  A bit like child pornography and prostitution.  You make money from them by giving them gifts and the strange thing about Christmas is that you argue with them that you’re not Santa Claus!  So is Christmas a lie or is it to be something else? 

At least all the children of the world, if only at amnesty time - the time of cease fires in the war-torn countries – I bet you Christmas means more to them to have that one day of peace than any gifts between bullets.  Who in the world could offer a permanent amnesty to all the children and mothers?  Do we have need of religions with chaplains at the front, watching the young children being killed, while giving the last rights to their dying soldiers?  Where is the love?

We will bring peace upon earth.  It is not a wish for once a year.  It is a wish of all my life.  And I’ve always known that it could be done, through love only and never by wars.  So peace be with you.  And look out – we’re coming!  We have a promise that by next summer all wars will end.  So to the kids and mothers, believe these words and find places to hide so you may see the midnight sun over the world and the beginning of a time of peace for all of mankind.  These are our wishes for you as we are unknown soldiers, because our weapons are love for you and to bring food to the world and to let people live through the example of our own love for them, because only love is universal.  No rituals of any kind.

May you be blessed by our wishes for you.  And yes, smile.  Now you have reasons to smile – even if it’s to yourself in the mirror.  I remember once I was doing some plumbing work.  I thought I was alone, folded under the kitchen sink, where things weren’t going too good.  And forgive me, but I swore!  But I didn’t know the man was standing behind me and I said “Oh, sorry Sir!”  And his reply was: “I always talk to myself.  How else will you get a decent answer?”  So that made my day and I wasn’t alone.  He was there with me. That made three of us.

Thank you for reading.  Take us up on our words by getting up and doing something about it because now the hour has come.  If we all stood together and loved each other, we could add 90% to our lives and these things will be proven through the power of love.

Seasons Greetings, every season!

Roger Poisson