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10-17-16: Prophet

How do you know that the words of a Prophet ring True?

You test them against the Word of Hashem. If the Word of Hashem and the words of the Prophet are the same, then the Prophet is True.

How do you know that someone is a Prophet?

A Prophet does not come to the True Believers; for the True Believers, have already chosen a path, whether they are an Atheist, a Rabbi, a Catholic, a Jehovah’s Witness, or a Seventh Day Adventist. The Prophet comes only to the lost sheep of Israel, who fundamentally question whether the path that they are on, is the One True Path.

Who are the lost sheep of Israel?

Yisrael (יִשְׂרָאֵל), is a descendant of Jacob. Israel, is the English equivalent of the masculine name.

El (אֵל) is God, god, or gods. It is masculine, and is generally taken as plural. It references good, might, greatness, and strength.

El is shortened from ayil (אָ֫יִל), a masculine word which means, “ram.” It signifies strength, might, goodness, greatness, and power, the same as does el. It also references the creative force, as the source of the Seed of the Cosmos; i.e., God, or god, or gods. But you will not see anyone from any Church of man, mentioning that one to you.

Ayil has exactly the same meanings as does el, which should give one pause to think, Who, or What, was sacrificed as a replacement for Isaac, via the Burning Bush?

Yischaq (יִשְׂחָק ) is transliterated in English to Isaac. This masculine name means the same as Yitschaq (יִצְחָק), i.e., “he laughs.” He was the son of Abraham and Sarah, and the father of Yisrael. The name came from the root tsachaq (צָחַק), which ostensibly means, “to laugh,” whether in merriment, or scornfully. Associations are with caress, entertain, mock, poke fun at, joke around, and play.

So sacrificing Isaac, could actually have been a bitter-sweet act…

For he may actually have deserved it, for not taking the God of his father seriously. That is a possibility, which of course, would have been covered over by the Churches of man.

Ayil also has the associations of mighty man, lintel, post, tree, and oak attached to it. Which could mean that the Burning Bush, was a type of oak tree.

Think of Samson, the sun, the battlement, the east side, etymologically…

He was the Judge, the Support of Hashem, the Rod, the Branch, the Pillar of Punishment. And he killed more while blind than he ever did while sighted, by knocking down their temple’s two supports in one final act of strength. The total of his enemies dead during all of the many years of his fighting with the Philistines who he lived amongst, did not match the toll of that one last Act for YHWH.

Think of it…

The doorposts, and the lintel.

All three of them, smeared in blood – The blood of the Beam of Hashem, Samson.

Before you remove the splinter from another, first take out the Beam, which is blinding you.

Man put out his two eyes – But he could still See the Light, with his Third Eye.

His Third Eye, was the Lintel Above. And the Two Posts to either side were put out, with the Sharpened Tree of Hashem…

The Point of it All, hardened and sharpened black as the night, Within the Flames.

The Lintel Beam, always bears the whole load of the Temple…

Until the two posts are twisted out from below it.

Ayil comes from the same root as does the masculine uwl (אוּל), which means, “mighty,” and references strength. It can be applied to a tribal chieftain, a ram, a support, or any other strong tree or man. It comes from another Hebrew root which means to twist.

So the Curving Horn of the Ram, which was held fast by the twisting branches of the Burning Bush as a Sacrifice, needs to be considered as well.

It doesn’t tell you, does it?

That the Living Bush of Abraham and Isaac Upon Moriah, Within the Sight of the Lord, Is the same Burning Bush of Moshe Upon Horeb, the Desolation Which Brings the Wasteland?

For the Bush Which Burns, Holds the Ram of the Sacrifice, Hedged all about with the Thorns. The Scapegoat, Who man blames for everything…

It is YHWH Himself, the Hidden Name, the Presence Herself, Seen.

It is the Giving Up, of those Judged.

Israel means, “he will rule as God.” Which, prefigures the role of Moshe…

Seen to Enter the Sanctuary…

Seen Beneath the Veil, as God Himself, Upon the earth itself.

Who Is the One, Between Heaven and the earth?

The One Who Talks With YHWH?

The One Within the Presence of Shekinah?

The One Who Speaks the Hidden Unknown Name, Summoning Forth Hashem?

Is it not Always the Prophet?

The Very Friend of Hashem?

Jisrael is another name for both Jacob and his descendants. It comes, interestingly, from sarah and el.

Sarah (שָׂרָה) means, “to contend, persist, exert, or persevere.” An associated word, is to wrestle. Which did not bode well for Peace, within the tent of Abraham…

And which prefigures Miriam and Aaron, colluding against their kinsman, Moshe.

And no one is more scoffing of the Word, is more insistent, or is more of a busy-body within the pages of the Bible, than is the conniving Sarah, who helped her younger son Jacob to steal his twin brother’s Rightful Blessing, via outright deception.

Oh, Esau did not value his Birthright enough; that much is for certain. But his Blessing, he was outright and most certainly cheated out of.

Yaaqob (יַעֲקֹב), transliterated in English to Jacob, was the twin son of Isaac, along with Esau. This masculine name has much the same meaning as aqab (עָקַב), which means, “to follow at the heel of (like a dog which bites you right in the ass), to be crafty, to attack sneakily, to circumvent, or to overreach your bounds”. It comes from the masculine word aqeb (עִקְּבֵי), which means, “heel, footprint, of the hind part of.” Associated with aqeb are hooves, steps, trails, tracks, the rear guard, one lying in wait to ambush, or the last one.

Which makes Jacob, the heel-grasper, or the supplanter of his brother – The snake in the grass, you might say, who craftily grasps the back heel of the mighty red-haired horse who passes by him, unaware, upon the path.

Think of Jacob’s Blessing of Dan…

Who, apparently, was a lot like his old man, in many ways.

Or, perhaps, we should think of the mighty Greek warrior, Achilles, wounded, stung in the heel by the arrow, by the fang of Paris? And think of Esau as one of the ancient, invading sea peoples, as a Parisianus?

For it is only by craft and ambush and collusion with the mother hill country Canaanite tribes, that Jacob could hold his own against the more newly-arrived Philistines.

Jacob, like aqab, essentially means, “to deal craftily, to take from behind (to heel, to trip up), to restrain (through craft, grasping from behind), to supplant utterly in the land, and to take it, and to stay there.”

Who does the Prophet come for, other than the son of Sarah, the grasper from behind, the wrestler, the seeking serpent within the greenery?

And Who does Israel wrestle with, and bind until the dawn, before he can become Israel?

Other than, YHWH Himself?

And Who is the Angel of the Lord Come Down, the Red Star, the Doer of the Many Things, other than Jacob’s own man-child brother?

Who is the horse of Hashem, the wild ass, the hairy one of the wilds of the world, other than Esau?

Who is the restless one, the wander in the Desert of Zin, the one who seeks Peace but cannot find it, other than Esau?

It is the lost sheep, the lost flock Crossed Over, who have been led into the byways, and who have had all of their strength twisted into the grasping flames of those mighty oaks who have led them astray…

That is the one, who the Prophet has come for.

The Prophet, has come to liberate el, the ram, the child of Abraham, from the Sacrifice…

For the one who laughs, and who mocks, who scorns to this very day, has always made the captives in all of the byways, their sacrifices in their stead.

And this is why the Prophet Isaiah (1:10-31, KJB) has railed:

“Hear the word of the LORD, ye rulers of Sodom; give ear unto the law of our God, ye people of Gomorrah.

To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices unto me? saith the LORD: I am full of the burnt offerings of rams, and the fat of fed beasts; and I delight not in the blood of bullocks, or of lambs, or of he goats.

When ye come to appear before me, who hath required this at your hand, to tread my courts?

Bring no more vain oblations; incense is an abomination unto me; the new moons and sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot away with; it is iniquity, even the solemn meeting.

Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear them.

And when ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you: yea, when ye make many prayers, I will not hear: your hands are full of blood.

Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil;

Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.

Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.

If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land:

But if ye refuse and rebel, ye shall be devoured with the sword: for the mouth of the LORD hath spoken it.

How is the faithful city become an harlot! it was full of judgment; righteousness lodged in it; but now murderers.

Thy silver is become dross, thy wine mixed with water:

Thy princes are rebellious, and companions of thieves: every one loveth gifts, and followeth after rewards: they judge not the fatherless, neither doth the cause of the widow come unto them.

Therefore saith the Lord, the LORD of hosts, the mighty One of Israel, Ah, I will ease me of mine adversaries, and avenge me of mine enemies:

And I will turn my hand upon thee, and purely purge away thy dross, and take away all thy tin:

And I will restore thy judges as at the first, and thy counsellers as at the beginning: afterward thou shalt be called, The city of righteousness, the faithful city.

Zion shall be redeemed with judgment, and her converts with righteousness.

And the destruction of the transgressors and of the sinners shall be together, and they that forsake the LORD shall be consumed.

For they shall be ashamed of the oaks which ye have desired, and ye shall be confounded for the gardens that ye have chosen.

For ye shall be as an oak whose leaf fadeth, and as a garden that hath no water.

And the strong shall be as tow, and the maker of it as a spark, and they shall both burn together, and none shall quench them.”

What does the Prophet say about the One True Path?

Actually, absolutely nothing, to the True Believers – For He simply Walks Upon it, all alone.

What does the Prophet say about the Kingdom of Hashem to the lost ones, who suffer to come Unto Him?

“Let the children Come Up, Unto Me.”

And what does the Prophet tell all of the dead round stones, unseeing, unhearing, unfeeling, within the Wilderness of Zin?

“Repent! For the Kingdom, Is already at hand!”

And just where Is this Kingdom of the Name?

It Is, Within the Prophet…

And, it Is, Without Him.

It Is Right Before the lost, a Light Within the Veil of the Darkness…

It is a Leveled Place, Upon the Smoothed Path.

And where Is the One True Path?

It Is wherever the Prophet Himself, Chooses to Walk.

Follow Within the Footsteps…

Seek, to Find the Trail.

What?

Do you really think that Hashem has given up on you?

That He has abandoned you Unto the Flaming Pit?

That there can ever be a Last Prophet, yet no Last Days Come Forth?

Then how is it said, that a man lives a thousand lifetimes? But yet, a coward dies a thousand deaths, each and every day?

How will you know that you have a Prophet Standing Before you?

When the people deign to choose between the Harlot and the Beast…And they say that such a choice, either way, is the only right and proper one…

When the people elect for themselves, the stones and the dry wadis and the blowing sand of Zin, over the Land Flowing With Milk and Honey…

And when they lift up their dressed-up and painted, wooden and stone-hearted idols above themselves, and raise them up unto all of the High Places amongst them, and nail them all fast, against the Whirlwind…

Then, you will Know, that you already have the Prophet Standing Right Before you.

When the people choose a man as their king, and a woman as their queen, over the Kingdom and the Day of Hashem…

When the Prophet and Hashem both turn away from all of them, and show them their back-sides…

Then, you will Know, that the Unseen Truth is now Revealed.

When the words of the Prophet Burn the rotting flesh off of the bones of the deaf, dumb, and blind, the crippled, unclean, and mortal men…

And the people all say, “It is because of the Prophet! He is the One Who Is to blame! If He were not to Speak the Name, then everything would go well with us! So, let us seize Him, and throw Him over the cliff! And pile stones up over Him, so that His Word can never Cut us, can Burn us no more!”

When the words of the Prophet Burn Away the Chuppah, Remove the Covering of the Veil, Remove the Scales From Before the Eyes, as do the Word of the Sword of the Very Tongue of Hashem…

Then, do you find a Living Prophet of God Before you.

Stop; look; listen…

And the first death, will no longer have any hold over you.

Do not allow the Prophet, to throw you over the Cliff…

Do not allow the Very Stones, to bury you Within them.

Do not fear the corruption, the wasting away of the mortal flesh; rather fear the Chill of the Indrawn Breath, which snuffs out the Light of the Living Lamp Poured Within.

Naked art thou ever Seen, before thine own God…

Die first, Within the Womb of the Darkness…

And Become Reborn, The Water Within the Cup, Within the Coming Light, East of the Gate of Gan Eden.

“Wake Up! And Come Out of Her, My Child!”

Shalom.

Gary W. Harper

© 10-17-16

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7-19-16: Blinker Report:

So I take Misch out at 4:22 A.M. It is already dawning a new day, to the east, and the moon to the southwest, is basically full. The sky is clear, and it is calm, and damp out from the rain. And he is balking, and wanting to go back in. But I tell him, “Come on, Misch; we have to see what sort of Blinker is out in the cul.”

So we go out there, and my eyes aren’t even focusing from sleep, and are watering, especially the left one. I rub it clear, and look to the NNE. And instantly, right in the center of my vision, true to form, I see an intense, quick golden Blinker.

We are standing near where Sissy was killed…

I stare a while, in case it is a lightning bug. But it is no lightning bug; I already know that, because of the speed of the Blink, and the fact that it is out there in deep space. It is far too obvious, exactly where it is…

It is too cool out; it just rained; it is near dawn; and I see no other lightning bugs; all of these, are conditions that belie the idea of it being a lightning bug.

After about a minute, I see a tiny, bluish-white, deep space Blink. It is out there, about two to five times farther than the Travelers, almost in the exact same place. It is on just long enough, for my now-trained eye, to determine that it is headed ENE.

And speaking of the Travelers; one is headed north, right west of there.

About 90-95 percent of the time that I go out to the cul-de-sac after 1:00 A.M., I see a Blinker within one-to-two minutes. They are not there just enough times, to keep me thinking about why they were not there, just that one time. It was not like this at all last year; they were almost never out there, in the A.M. hours…

It is constantly changing.

Misch and I do the walk, and I go out two more times, basically watching until 5:00 A.M. But all I see, is two more Travelers…

And not one lightning bug.

The Blinkers are often near the Travelers. It must drive the militaries of the world absolutely bonkers, to spend billions on a Star Wars spy program, only to have one of our Blinkers fry its innards a few days after launch and final setup in orbit. It is hit-or-miss, whether a Blinker will fry a particular satellite, and when. And they do just enough of them, that it keeps men on their toes, and show them just how powerless they really are. For the power of men, is just a self-sustaining illusion…

But it does not prevent them from launching still more satellites designed for meting out destruction. And it does not prevent them from shaking their fists at the sky, and cursing All the Powers of Above…

You will not find anything on the Blinkers on the internet, although there is a short video clip of one. The ones which travel in a straight line? You could make the argument that they are tumbling satellites, whose solar panels are reflecting solar light. But that’s a bit problematic, directly overhead, between 11:00 P.M. and 2:00 A.M. You see very few Travelers then, in the earth-shadow; and many of them are quite dull and evanescent and transient. But you still see the bright, full-blown Blinkers.

Look up that little alien baby mummy thing, from I think it is Chile. It is a deformed human, several years old, only inches tall. But they have a video of a Blinker, and a Traveler doing a turn…Very short clips, but the real deal.

For the tumbling satellite theory, you have to account for white, ivory, pale yellow, yellow, gold, orange-gold, orange, Sardonis, blood-red, yellow-green, pale green, emerald, deep green, teal, blue-white, blue, sapphire, and rarest of all, ruby, and amethyst. And sometimes, they are all in the same Blinker…

The Rainbow; the Breastplate; the Foundation Stones; the Stars.

White and gold are the most common all year long. Orange and green and blue, more depend upon the time of year, with orange being the widest date range, and green being almost specifically connected to 6-22 and into the late summer…

In winter, you see white, gold, and an occasional orangeish-gold.

Which makes no sense at all, since it is always the exact same temperature, in deep space. So, it has to be earth-oriented…

On 7-17-16, I sat out from before dark until 10:50 P.M. Right at dark, you had all of the Minis, as generally is the case…Nothing you can definitively lay a finger on. I just sat there after dark, looking, and saw only Travelers. It was totally clear and calm out, and warm, with lots of planes and lightning bugs around.

I just observed, and asked nothing of God.

About 10:00 P.M., coming out of the woods, I started asking God some personal, yet universal, questions. And immediately, to the west, I saw a Blinker-Traveler slowly flaring on, bright white, to fade again. It was on maybe twelve seconds, from start to finish. It was going NNE. It slowly flared on white again, and then went behind the white oak. Not an Iridium flare – They are once-and-done.

I stepped back, but I could not find it in the binoculars, where I was anticipating it to be in the Big Dipper. I dropped them, to see it flaring off, reddish, south of where I expected it to be.

So I sat down, and talked to God again. And right overhead, slightly north, I saw a bright golden Blink, just like I did this morning. I stared a while, and then saw a distant, deep space whitish Blink…Just like this morning. It appeared to be heading south…

I saw another, brighter white Blink, and I could determine that it was definitely headed south. With another, a bit brighter and quicker, I caught it in the binoculars. It was Blinking mostly white, with some golds, sometimes very intensely. It is these more intense Blinks, which are visible to the naked eye. It was on more-or-less the entire time, with a lot of faint, quick whites, with some greens and blues and oranges and a bit of red thrown in, between the more intense Blinks. There was no rhyme or reason, no specific pattern to it, unlike the one right before, the Blinker-Traveler.
I stepped back as it went into the trees, but I lost it in the binoculars.

There was no pattern – Unless the repeat of them in the Blinker of this morning, the bright gold attractor Blink, and the tiny, deep space, moving white confirmational Blink, is the repeated pattern…

They do that so much, that I have named them the attractor Blink, and the confirmational Blink. Many times, those two are all that you will get.

So I thanked God for that one, and went for a third, by asking God another question…

Which is pushing the phenomenon already.

To the west, more-or-less in the same track as the first Blinker-Traveler, a Blinker flared on. It was in a four-phase pattern; one intense white, one dull white, one slightly less intense white, another fine, hardly-visible white. About 2 seconds, per cycle.

I got the glasses on it, and it was mostly white, with some pale golds thrown in occasionally. The pattern was pretty regular. As it faded to the distance, it appeared more to be a two-phase Blinker-Traveler. The intensity of it, created this subjectivity of interpretation.

Again, I thanked God for the answer. And then, knowing that I was really pushing it, I asked a question for which there was no real answer. And as expected, I saw nothing…

Just a few more Travelers.

But I had expected nothing…

And they are fully interactive, with what you are doing, and thinking. You just need to learn the lingo.

There is nothing on the internet, about the Blinkers. Oh, someone will describe them in a forum, somewhere, and ask what they are. And someone invariably replies, that they are planes, birds, balloons, bugs, and shooting stars. Take your pick. The replies come from people who never ever look up, or take their noses out of their phones.

They leave Superman out of it. Mighty Mouse and Underdog, too.

Not plane, nor bird, nor even green frog…

Go out there, and spend a few thousand hours observing in some rural area, and record all of your observations. And once you have seen about 10,000 airplanes, and 500,000 lightning bugs, and have recorded 500 Blinker observations in your notes, get back to me…

It should only take you about three years, if you are diligent about it.

The professional astronomers, the commercial and military pilots, and the brass, are conspicuous for their absence in the replies in these internet forums. But then, you have the threat of the $10,000.00 fine, and the two years in jail hanging over your head, for even saying anything about it…

They never enforce it, either in the U.S. or Canada. The concentrated ridicule which follows, is far more effective a deterrent to talking than is any threat of jail, or a piddling fine.

But I can talk all I want about them…

For they are ours, and not the militaries. And if you know how to work it, you can get them to do just what you say, albeit in their own good Time, and in their own personal Way. For they are cognizant entities, themselves, who can choose the Time, and the Way.

Oh, to be sure, there will be a reckoning…If not in this lifetime, then in another. But I am feeling right now, that it is in this one.

Join us. Defect from all of the governments of the world…

And join the Shadow Government.

For the True Power Over All, is with us. And when you are being Called Out, in the wee hours of the night…

Just throw back the cover, and answer that Call, and go to meet the Unknown…

For it is always right there, in the Silent Whisper of the night, right before the Dawn, just waiting for you. But the decision to break bread with your Best Friend, beneath the terebinths of Mamre, upon the encircling green grass besides the crystal-clear waters, is entirely yours. So, invite Him and His Companions in, to join in your circle…

Raise Up the Green Hedge, about yourself – And find your deserved Rest, within the Land.

Gary W. Harper

© 7-19-16

 

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7-22-16: Got Apocalypse?

Got Apocalypse?
See if you can figure this one out:

The Lord said unto my Lord,
“Come Up!
And take My Own Right Hand
Into Your Own;
And from this Time forward,
This is Your Own Inheritance –
As it was from the Beginning,
And yet still is,
Until Everlasting.”

The Lord said unto My Lord,
“Take Your Destined Place!
Secure Your Own Promise!
And seat Yourself
Amidst the Cherubim.
Your Place,
Is upon the Rock of Jacob;
Within My Own Name,
Are You Forever Named.”

The Holy One Seated Upon the Lord’s Throne,
The Lord’s Own Anointed,
Called out to me,
“Upon the low hill, are ye
Not to worship;
For the Mount of Ashtaroth,
The High Place of Venus,
Is forever to be an Abomination.
For whosoever worships
The Great Whore,
The Adulteress of All of the Ages,
The Fornicator With the Peoples
And All of the Nations
For but gold and silver,
For but the produce of the blowing dust,
Does share with her
In her own ill fate.
He who claims triumph over God and Nation,
I Myself, do trump;
I Myself, do trample him beneath My Feet.
He, shall I grind to nothingness with My Millstone,
The Holy Mountain which I Myself
Have thrown down amidst the sea.”

And I did see with my own eyes,
My own Lord,
Lift up my own Lord,
And seat Him upon His Very Throne,
A Green Hedged Island
Above a Sapphire Expanse.
And the Cup was poured out upon Him;
It ran down from His Hair and Beard,
To whiten His Garment.
And the earth was torn asunder
From beneath his feet.
And the mighty trees themselves,
Did flee from before Zion,
Fearful of being swallowed up
By the Waters pouring forth
From the Rising Cloud,
To be heard of no more.

For the King of Heaven
Has chosen His Anointed One,
Whose Burning Feet and Eyes and Mouth,
Scorch the very earth.
And from within the Wasteland before Him,
Within the dust of a Whirlwind,
I saw a little horn rising up;
It rose up from a head,
Which was once perceived to be dead;
It put flesh upon dead bones,
And spoke the words of a false prophet.
And all of the world,
Kings and subjects alike,
Bowed down before the little horn –
For they are no longer Knowing
Of the One True God,
Nor the Word spoken by the True Prophets.

And the little horn dug a Pit within the sands;
And the sands all about the Pit did fall within it.
And the sands were swallowed up by the Pit,
Which the horn itself did create for them.
And it widened in the Four Directions,
And consumed all of the sands before it,
Until it became an Abyss
Of Fire and of Smoke,
The creation of an Abomination
Which causes Desolation.

But there was One Stone at the Center,
Which the little horn could not swallow up.

And from within the cloud of smoke,
Did hordes of locusts arise
To spread out over the entire earth,
With the sole purpose of devouring it,
And every living thing within it.

And the locusts alighted upon the Small Stone,
And covered it over,
And sought to devour it;
But the Stone was as a Glowing Coal,
Was as a Blue Flame,
Was as a Sulfur Brimstone to them,
And it consumed the locusts one-by-one.

And the people of the earth were sore afraid,
As the hordes of locusts alighted amongst them,
Devouring all which was not locust.
And the people called out unto the hills,
And unto the mountains which they have chosen
From amongst themselves,
“Fall upon us!
Crush us with your own weight!
Bury us beneath the weight of your own yoke!”
As if only they could thus be spared
From the cloud of devouring locusts!
But the hills and mountains
Were but illusions of Power before them,
Born of the heat
Of the sands of the Wasteland.

And the locusts devoured everywhere,
As they went forth;
And they stung the Saints
With their tails spitting fire;
And they tore them asunder
With their teeth of iron,
Unto the Appointed Time,
When the Number of the Saints
Should be accounted for in the Book.

And I saw the One Seated Upon the Throne,
Measuring up the Number
Of the Saints found beneath it.
And the Saints cried out
To the One Seated Upon the Throne,
And to the Holy One Standing Before the Throne,
Who Himself,
Had Lifted Him Up,
“How long, oh, my Lord?
How long,
Until You wreak Your Vengeance
Upon all of your enemies?
For our own enemies,
Are Your Own enemies!”

And I saw the Holy One Standing Before the Throne,
The Ancient One of the Many Days,
Hand a Scepter
To the One Who Was Seated upon the Throne.
And I saw the Scepter,
As it were,
Become a Blooming Green Rod of Power
Within the Grasp of His Own Hand,
Smelling with the sweetness
Of a comb of honey.
And then it became,
As it were,
But a Small Rolled Up Scroll of Vellum.
And the Saints who are all Gathered Up
Beneath the Throne,
Cried out to the One Seated Upon the Throne,
“Tear it open!
Throw it down!
Smash open the Clay Pot!
Break the Last Seal!”

And I saw the One Seated Upon the Throne,
Unwind a Binding Cord from around His Right Hand.
It was of three cords,
And was red and white;
I saw its colors.
And slowly He opened His Hand,
And reveal a Word secreted therein,
Which was long Written upon it.
And the Word,
Was but a Name;
It was only a Number.

And as He opened up His Hand to the full,
I saw Great Winds Rising Up
From the Four Corners of the Throne above,
And from the Four Ends of the earth below.
And the Winds combined,
The winds of Heaven,
And of earth;
They combined into One Great Whirlwind,
Which nothing in Heaven or upon the earth
Could stand before.

And from His Hand,
From out of the Smoke and Cloud pouring out of it,
Did Lightnings and Fires and Hailstones issue forth,
To go out into every corner of the earth,
To seek out and to bind
Those who were long ago
Cast out of Heaven.
For He is the One Chosen,
Who holds the Keys to the Locks
Of the Chains and the Doors
Of the Pit and the Abyss.

And when He fully opened His Hand,
And turned it downward,
So that the Word Written upon it
Was seen by all still upon the earth,
The Seventh Seal was fully broken,
As the Saints had cried out for.
And the Cherubim were released
To encircle the Four Directions.
And the Sephirot were released upon the earth,
And into all Above and Below it;
Into the Six Directions,
Were they unsealed.
And Chaos rode out with them,
As the pairs of tails were unbound.
And Hell,
And Death,
Rode with them.
And with their unbinding,
Those Whose Tails were bound by Him
From the very Beginning,
Heaven and earth,
Were no more.

And the Holy One Standing Before the Throne
Raised His Right Hand Up
Into the former Heaven,
And cried out with a Voice
Of Myriad Tumbling Water Stones,
“Let there be no more delay!
For the One Whom I Have Chosen,
My Anointed One,
Who walks with Me
And in My Ways
Every Day of His Life,
Has Taken His Rightful Place
Upon My Throne.
And I have made the earth
His footstool,
And Heaven His Dominion.
And as He has requested,
I have given to Him
All Peoples,
And all Crowns,
And all Tongues,
And all Nations.
All that Is Mine,
Is now given unto Him,
To do with as He pleases.”

And the Kings of the earth
And all of the evildoers,
Raged against the One Seated Upon the Throne,
And the Holy One Standing Before the Throne.
For they know that their time is now short,
And the End of Days,
Fast approaches.

And the Holy One Standing Before the Throne
Took the Crowns off of the heads
Of all of the Kings of the earth,
Upon whom He had bestowed them
For His Own Purpose;
And He cast the Crowns of earthly Power
Upon the Crystal Expanse
Before His Own Throne.
And the One Seated Upon the Throne,
Took Up all of the Authority
And the Power of the Crowns;
And He bestowed it upon
The Appointed Number of the Saints,
Which Number had now been fulfilled
Within the Book,
And beneath the Throne.

And the Great Multitude Before the Throne cried out,
“Hosanna!
“Hosanna in the Highest!
For the One Worthy to Wear
All of the Crowns of the earth and Heaven,
Has Come to Restore us!”

And From beneath the covering
Of the darkest of the nights,
I saw the Star of the Evening Going,
And the Star of the Dawn Coming,
Lighting Up the New Day.
And it is here, and now –
That Day.
Let he who has an ear to hear,
Hear the Tiny Whisper
Found within every Breath
Of the Divine Eternal Wind.

Gary W. Harper

© 7-22-16

 

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7-9-16: Faith and Belief

I want to talk about Faith and Belief…

Some people believe implicitly and without question that everything in the Bible is the Truth, to the Last Word. Others have Faith that there is a God, and a Heaven, and that some of us go there in the end, if we are not complete sonsabitches to everyone else in this life.

I myself, have neither Faith, nor Belief…I never have. And I envy you all your Faith and Belief…

But only just a little. I sincerely wish that I could just Believe, or just have Faith. But, I cannot. For I need to see it all with my own eyes, before I can accept it to be the Truth.

This does not mean that I am totally faithless, or a complete unbeliever. It just means that I always considered God, Heaven, the afterlife, the stories in the Bible, to be certain possibilities, which my personal experience could neither confirm nor deny with any certainty.

From the Beginning, I told myself, “Remember.” But since I have remembered almost everything of importance to me forever, my brain is so full of memories, that I had to compartmentalize. So, the oldest of my memories, those from the Beginning, were sunken deep within my consciousness – But they were not at all gone. It just took the proper Key, to start unlocking all which was hidden within.

As for my other personal experiences, such as the 38 craft above Saylor’s lake, 10 inches long at arm’s length? What I thought was five to ten minutes, I am told, was really more like 70 to 80…

No wonder I had a stiff neck!

But they were not really craft – Not nuts-and-bolts things. For, they were living things. Nothing of nuts-and-bolts, can do things like that…

I have had tons of what people call “paranormal” experiences. They are so normal to me, that many times, I do not even recognize that they were “different,” until a while after they are over. I have become accustomed and fully used to them occurring now and then.

Most of them, except for vague, remembered, aberrant details, have been buried in my subconsciousness for my entire lifetime by whatever mechanism, and for whatever reason. And they are only now, just surfacing.

So, not having remembered the Beginning, nor the voluntary Fall, nor the conception, nor the first few divisions, nor the coming of a separate consciousness, nor the formation, nor all of the details of the womb and birth and infancy until recently, I was placed into a position of not exactly skepticism, but of wondering. My mind was always open to the possibilities of God and creation…But I saw no direct, empirical proof in the world of them, which could be proved either way.

But still, I was always looking, and watching, and waiting. And if someone told me, “There is no God,” I would say, “You have no proof of that, either way, so you cannot really say that.” I defended a God who I thought that I could not see, and did not know either way, whether He existed.

Of course, I was talking about the God of man, and of the Churches, and not about the God of the Bible. For I had not seriously tried to read the Bible, as of yet. And I had not yet met the Men In Black…

Not that I remembered, anyway.

I was not a denier; I just had no Faith, nor Belief. For if I did not see it with my own eyes, I simply could not make a decision on it, either way.

I mean, I understood in looking at the Universe, and in studying physics, that the number of “happy accidents” necessary for the creation of the Universe and of life, was astounding, statistically.

But still, there was no hard-and-fast proof…

And now, after all of these sixty years, everything is finally opening up for me.

Revelation comes in many forms, all of which I have experienced: dreams; waking visions; intuition; study; Déjà vu; memory; a flash of insight; and, the one I most hang my hat on, direct physical experience. I can tell you, if you had gotten off of the elevator on what I like to call “the floor between the floors” at the Antiques Roadshow in Baltimore, like I imagine hundreds of people did, for I saw at least forty do it; and not get right back on the elevator, not even really noticing? Then, you would understand that space and time truly do warp; and that there are other worlds and dimensions; and that you could walk right into one at any time, unsuspecting…For the space-time continuum, is merely an intellectual construct of man. With God, space and time, are exactly what He wants to make of them.

I have witnesses to that one…So it is not imaginary. I have witnesses to a bunch of them; more than half of them.

Certain nights, when hanging out with me, life can take an unexpected twist or turn…

Every time that I have crossed over, it is not imaginary…

But when I finally remembered the Beginning…Where we all came from, and where we are all going, and how we all freewill chose to come down here, every living thing amongst us…That is when I decided, that everything in the Bible is the Rock-Solid Truth.

I still have no Faith, nor any Belief. But I do have the Knowledge of what I have seen, and where I have been, and of what exactly is up, or out, or in there. And I must tell you all, I truly do envy and respect your Faith and Belief; and I wish with all of my heart, that I could have even a smidgen of such Faith and Belief. I am actually a wee, tiny bit jealous; because Faith and Belief, both make the Road just a little bit smoother and straighter and higher; and they remove a lot of the stumbling-blocks, from the Way.

But, I cannot just have the simplicity of Faith, or the satisfaction of direct Belief. It is almost more of a curse than it is a blessing, really. So, I am one of those amongst you, who must climb that Mountain on his or her own to investigate the Mystery of that Fire we can see calling us from up there. And we must do it all alone, for no others can accompany us up there. And I must always walk that harder Path, the one of direct experience and interaction with what people call “the Unknown.”

And it ain’t easy, being me, and having to walk that Path. Amongst the rocks, within the walls, we see that the figs are all dying…

A man much wiser than Solomon once said, “Blessed is he, who has not seen these things of the Kingdom, and yet still believes.”

Wiser words, have never been spoken.

And I know exactly what He means; for some of us must have the weight of the world placed upon our own shoulders, before we can know absolutely for certain, that there is One Who can place it all there, or Who can remove it all from upon us.

But the reality of it all really is, that the Yoke is so much lighter, when compared to not knowing.

Happy is the man or woman, who is satisfied with all that God has given to them! For this very satisfaction, is the Key…

Have Faith. Believe. And follow the instruction manual, which has been given unto you.

For there truly is a Throne Room; and there are Elders upon the other Thrones, placed in a semicircle before Him. And there is a vast multitude, one without counting, who are already standing upon the Limitless Expanse before the Throne, there between the Twenty-four Thrones. It seems impossible; but as you focus on the faces, and look farther and farther back, you see more and more of them. There are millions of them; perhaps, billions, or even more. And they are all living things, Spirits in a tangible, humanoid form which you can interact with. And each one of them, looks to be vaguely familiar to you…

But you once knew them all, before.

And there is a Counsellor before the multitude, Who is the Councilor to Him Upon the Throne. And the aborted babes are all beneath the Throne; and the Cup is poured upon them, and they are washed clean and healed, and they live, albeit with the scars of mankind’s indifference still upon their Perfection, as Signs. For the original sin, is not the babes’; they are all born still Knowing God. The original sin, is what the parents start teaching them, immediately…

And there is a Judgment, and a Pruning, and Mercy, and Forgiveness. And there are the Three Books opened; and there are trials, and some burning, and some healing. But there are also those who keep on saying, “You have no hold over me!” and, “You cannot be real!” Right into the Very Faces of the Councilor, and the One Upon the Throne!

And there are two smaller Thrones, where the Two Winged Cherubim hold two babes in their laps; to the right, a male; to the left, a female, both under two years of age. And the two babes are Cherubim themselves, just like the Healed Ones, Who are the multitude of Angels crying out, attesting to the crimes of man which have been visited upon them, from beneath the Throne.

These Two Cherubim, upon the two smaller Thrones?

They are God’s Two Witnesses, in the Trials and the Tribulation.

And there are two other Cherubim, One behind, and One before the Throne. The One behind, looks over the Throne.

And the Counsellor Himself?

He, too, is a Cherub.

And there are Thrones in rows, as far back as you can see; although you can only focus on three rows at a time. And they are in three ranks, of seven each. The Three Thrones to the fore, and the three ranks of seven, each in its own row, make up the Circle of the Twenty-four…

Of the first three ranks, of the Seventy-two, the Three to the Fore, they hold in common. They are the universalities, of all time.

And Three of the Elders, are He upon the Throne, and the Two Cherubim, Who are His Witnesses. It is not spelled out in the Bible anywhere, that I can remember. But I saw it with my own eyes, when I was seven, and was taken up. Which is food for thought…

For it means that God and the Two Cherubim Witnesses, and likely the rest of the Twenty-four Elders, are always here amongst us, as Avatars…

Now, that’s a real eye-opener!

Be careful of how you treat those who you met, whether a man of means, or the lowly ass he rides upon, and constantly beats down. For you never can know, Who exactly is the Angel of the Lord.

So, go on…

Have Faith…

And revel in your Belief. Let them be your comfort, and your joy.

For Knowledge, it is a difficult Path, which is fraught with personal hardship, and many, many tears before the Final Reward.

But know that there are many amongst you, who have chosen to walk this harder Path. And it is they, who are the Shadow Government, who have always been working behind the scenes since the Beginning, just to keep the Beast at bay.

I cannot tell you exactly how to do it. For I imagine that perhaps it is a little bit different, for each and every man and woman? After all, it is your own personal Universe, and your own Dimension, which has been created just as you perceive it to be….

But you can join with them, and at any time. It is strictly a personal decision; no one can force you into it, nor would they try to. But remember, it is one which is not without its own hardships.

And in but an instant, in but the blink of an eye, you will be Taken Up, to become One with the Initiated…

With the Shadow Government.

But I must warn you; you cannot possibly stay up there. For there is much work which needs to be done, right down here. And God needs His workers to be fully engaged within  His Field.

The field?

It is vast…

And the workers?

They are few…

And the Day is fast coming, to the Appointed End.

So, who will come join in the work when you are called for the Full Day’s wages, even in the last few hours of the Day? Who will help us to gather up the Harvest, and to bring all of the sheaves into the Barn, into the Ark, into the Mansion, behind the Garden’s Walls, for safe-keeping?

Know ye, that the Storm is already brewing, on the outside…

Gary W. Harper

© 7-9-16

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7-30-16: Shekinah

People say, “I pray to God; I talk to God; but He never answers me; She isn’t listening to me.”

What are you praying for? What are you asking for? How are you doing it?

Hashem answers in two basic ways:

1.) On the macroscale, YHWH answers in the Storm Cloud and in the Whirlwind. This is a Judgment upon a nation, a people, or a tongue, which indirectly benefits you.

2.) On the microscale, Shekinah answers but a question, which is Compassion personified. And it benefits you directly, Her answering your question about a nation, a people, or a tongue.

“I wanna new car! I wanna ‘nother baby! I wanna hit the friggin’ lottery! I want! I want! I want! Waah! Waah!”

Such a prayer is seldom, if ever, answered.

“Within this world, Lord, may all of your Stars Come down, and choose parents for themselves, who want and need them.”

A prayer like that, is often answered…

But not always. For even the Stars, have their freewill.

What is your motive, in asking for that? Are you being selfish? For YHWH considers your motives far, far more than He does your actions, in His Judgments.

Selfish prayers are seldom answered, unless the one praying unwittingly asks for something which will benefit a large number of people, or perhaps, the entire world. Such a prayer may result in a Sampson, or a Brahms, or the next C.S. Lewis.

Shekinah does, generally, answer every proper question Her child puts to Her; and generally She does it within the same day, and sometimes within seconds.

YHWH’s Rod?

It may take some time…

For He Truly tries to use it sparingly.

The Tiny Whisper in the Ear, the Small Voice of Shekinah, is a Slight Touch and Breath and Rustling of the New Leaf, the New Bloom, the Green Branch of the Prophet, Newly Sprung from the Stump, from the Root.

And when Shekinah no longer has to answer any of these questions, the Prophet has grown into the Rod, the Trunk, the Green Branch, which Overshadows the entire earth, as with Outstretched Wings.

But the thing is, that you have to learn the lingo first. And it is different for everyone, depending upon the Dimension and the Universe that you have chosen to Come down here to Live within.

After you read the story to follow, think over your own prayers, and decide if they are truly being answered by Hashem. And open your eyes and ears, so that you may see how the Tiny Whisper is speaking to you.

Like I said; you gotta know the lingo.

Here is how the Small Voice works for me:

I rebuilt my picnic table in the grove, and threw my tools into the black and blue and yellow bucket, and took them in. It took me all day.

I managed to salvage six boards for reuse. But since I replaced the 2 x 4s with treated decking, I had to salvage two more of the old boards for legs, for additional strength and stability, which made eight saved.

Yes; pay attention, to what you are seeing and hearing. For it is through numerology, that Hashem describes the Universe. After all; the Third Book of the Word, is Numbers…

I supported four of the legs upon stones, which are uncut by human hands. In the Four Directions, the Leveled Expanse was supported by the Foundation Stones. (Know, that everything which you will encounter in your life, is symbolic.)

The two other legs were free in the air, both up and down, hanging suspended between Heaven and earth. And these are the Six Directions. (You have to keep your eyes on the Goal, and you feet on the Path, to Zion; and you have to be paying attention to the Way and Word of Hashem, 24 / 7 / 366).

I took two other uncut stones, which were thicker and bigger, and put them under my leveled table. And then the other four legs were in up the air, and the table was tottering like a seesaw. So I dug them in; but I was not satisfied with the result.

At work on the third day after, I was on an idle site. And behind the remains of the recut building, at the northwest corner, I found a stone hammer with a yellow handle and a black grip. The head was to the right, close to the post; the tail was to the left, farther away. I looked at it, and said to myself, “Black and yellow, kills a fellow.”

The place was abandoned; and they obviously did not know where it was; and no one had been in here for months. I could have easily taken it home, for they did not know what they had done with it.

The head was not at all rusty, which I puzzled over, as the hammer had been out here in the open likely all winter.

I picked it up, and put it in the piping which held the post to the recut building, where they could easily find it again.

Someone else may take it, who needs it; but it is not going to be me.

I find tools like this all of the time. But I only take home those which I find out on the road, as no one knows who dropped them. You will find all kinds of stuff on finders keepers, in the Pentateuch.

From the massive scrap pile, I took two small scraps of the right size and thicknesses, which had been cut and split by the hand of man, for my leveled place, my pad beneath the picnic table, within my grove. And I found a better one; so I switched the second one out, for the third.

But this bothered me.

Here are the circumstances:

1.) The operator had told me that I could take as much rock off of the scrap piles as I wanted, and as often as I wanted. And if I wanted anything specific, if I came by the yard, he could give it to me at a good price, or perhaps even free, depending upon what it was, or how much of it I wanted.

2.) When I asked about the landowner, he said that he lived in Baltimore, and only came up on weekends and vacations; he owned 3,000 to 8,000 acres; and he didn’t care what he did anyway – It was his production and rock, and he could do what he wanted with it, as long as the checks kept cashing. And besides; they had been friends for years.

3.) It was two tiny pieces of scrap rock, which was destined for burial in the fill.

4.) Only God, and I, and the ravens were there.

So I had full permission to take them; but still, for some reason, it did not feel right. So when I got to the next site in the same property down the hill, I tossed them out into the weeds, and felt better with myself, for it.

The site operator used to ride on my bus, when we both went to Nazareth. He was a year ahead of me. Imagine meeting him way up here all over again, after all of these years!

It’s a small Universe…

I pondered this stuff, all of the way home. I had advance permission to take buku more; it was not much; and I wanted and could definitely use it. So, why did it somehow still feel like stealing, to me?

It was because I absolutely did not need it…

I could make do, with what I already had.

All the way home, I pondered upon all of the nuances of this, and when do you punish a mother or a brother for having to steal bread to feed their own, when Hashem duty-binds all of the nation to provide for the safety and welfare of all of their own? Where is Righteousness become the Thief in the Night? Where does Judgment and, and Forgiveness begin?

Like I said: 24 : 7 : 366.

The next morning, in the half-light, I was coming into the ring of uncut stones on the mountain, the area which I had raised up and leveled in the grove for the picnic table, where the smoke pleasingly rises up into Heaven from the bloody meat placed upon the grill…

And there, behind the post of a tree I had spared in the grove, was my Estwing…My carpenter’s hammer, which I had used in making living space in the Fire Museum on Main Street in Old Bethlehem, the city of my birth, the city of my father, who also was a carpenter. We used to meet at the old, wooden counter in the Woolworths’ for breakfast for a while, I working in the Fire Museum right to the south of it, he working in the Orr’s right to the north of it…

At least, for a time.

The nuances of that, were never lost on me…

Look for your own nuances and circumstantials, in your own life…

I had not even missed my carpenter’s hammer. I did not even know, where it was.

My hammer was to the southwest, in the leveled grove. And my hammer’s head was close to the post, the head to the right, and the tail to the left. And I marveled at how little rust was on it yet, after having being rained upon so much. And I bent down toward the earth…

“I see, said the blind carpenter, as he picked up his hammer and saw…”

And as I leaned over, my eyes filled with the colored sparkles of the half-sphered fronts of the Scrolls that were grasped in the Claws of the Eagle, in the half-light of this morning. And as my hand grasped the blue handle of the East Wing, right from where the handle hit the head, oriented west, north, and south, a white Sephirah struck me right between the eyes, right upon the forehead, within the Third Eye, fast-coming and fast-going, leaving a hole in the Universe, within which is seen the Beginning, and the End.

And I thought, ‘The Six Directions…The Six Seals…YWH in the Six Perturbations…The Three, the Six, the Twelve, the Twenty-four, the Forty-eight, the Seventy-two, the One-hundred-and-forty-four Legs of the Bronzed Tools and Altars and Lavers, upon the High Leveled Place…’

And I picked up my blue and silver carpenter hammer and saw…

That it was lying in almost the exact position and referential closeness and angle to the tree, as was the black and yellow and silver and stone hammer of three days before to the iron pipe of the posthole, far to the north of here.

And that is how Shekinah whispers in my ear. And all of my questions of the day before, and of the long night in between, were answered in but a Single Flash of the Sephirah, and a recognition of the similarities of repetition.

For it is an entirely symbolic language; and it is interactive, and it is relative to the needs and wants and mindset and knowledge and level of observation of the receiver of the Message.

Pay attention, and observe. Open your eyes, and your ears. And learn how Hashem Is always speaking to you, and thinking about you, and Is caring for you, though you may choose to deny this, and His Very Presence. He Is always there; She Is always holding you, and picking you up, and trying to comfort you.

But do not wait too long; do not deny the Presence for too long…

For YHWH is waiting…

And the Rod?

It Is within His Hand.

Will He place it in your own hands, as your True Inheritance? Or will He lay it hard upon your stiffened back, as a further burden, and punishment?

Will you be Forgiven, and be taken under Her Wing, to rest Hedged within the Warmth of the Wisdom of Her Plucked Bare Bosom?

Or will you be Judged, and feel the Hard Cold Rod upon your back, and have the Frozen Thunderstones from Above crack your foolish head wide open?

The choice, is yours…

It has always been yours, since from the Very Beginning.

So, choose wisely.

Stop; look; and listen…

And Cross Over.

Gary W. Harper

© 7-30-16

 

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