Category: Sabbath Music

Originally posted on November 9, 2019 @ 12:43 pm

Sabbath morning – peace in my home. Quiet.  The world anticipates the burst.  You are all so beautiful to me. Love your neighbor as you love yourself; this sums up the Law and the Prophets.  Life flows by like a living novel.  This world hates Yahuah.  Most of the people you see are lost to Satan.  Love while you can.  Be gentle and kind to every person, as you gain nothing by harshness.  Have pity toward those who vilify you; extend mercy to those who stand against you, as we who are of the Way are the sons and daughters of Yahuah.  We are unique, and uniquely His, therefore love those who persecute you.  That is our calling.

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I found an Artificial Intelligence (AI) application that is called “too dangerous” to be available to the public.  Interesting project.  I talked to some folks and can obtain a copy of the software, but I will need around 99 additional graphics processors (GPU) to run it.  That’s what I am thinking about right now, as in now.

Music playing at my desk is Lana Del Rey.  She has a soft, dusky voice.  Some coarse language in her songs, and she is not as talented or insightful as the singer called Lorde, but still quite good.  I’m not offended by coarse language.  When I was in armor (tank warfare) training as a newly minted US Army Lieutenant, I stood before my crew of three other newly minted US Army Lieutenants and made the observation that we could not even say our own personal names without interjecting some very foul language between the first and last name.

Rugged men, trained to conquer armies and destroy cities.  Nothing much rattles me.  When I was an enlisted kid in the Army Military Police, I once had to spend the night in the desert alone under a full moon guarding the corpse and burial site of a woman who had been murdered and buried about 30 miles out in the desert from Ft. Bliss, TX (El Paso).

Some 3rd Armored Cavalry grunts were traveling by truck through the desert at night down a very long dirt road, and saw some coyotes chewing on something.  Curious and being grunts, they just had to stop and see what was so tasty to those coyotes.  Turned out to be the hand and arm of the dead woman buried in the sand.  They radioed in for some help, and I got the call to go spend the night with her and keep the coyotes from doing any more damage to that one lone arm reaching out from the sand.

The kid in basic training, accidentally shot through the heart with a letter in the left breast pocket from his mother celebrating his 18th birthday.  That very day.  He never heard the shot.  Another pixel-perfect instant death.  I weep even now for the boy who pulled the trigger.  A kid from New York who had never owned or fired a weapon in his life, given live ammunition by the Army to guard an empty building in basic training.  When I arrived on the scene, he was sitting in the dirt, sobbing, repeating “I shot my buddy.  I shot my buddy.”  Pray for that poor human being.

Pray for my enemies.

The woman in the sand was an El Paso stripper, buried in her work clothes.  I was an 18 year old kid/MP and out of the intel loop by 8:00 AM the next morning, so I have little else to tell.

When its your time to die, you die.  It was her time.  She was always going to meet her appointment with death.

One night some tank training was taking place in the desert.  Same desert in New Mexico, the Oro Grande range south of White Sands Missile Range.  A tank commander (TC) was standing in his TC position with his head just above the top of the turret.  His hatch was open, which allowed his head to be above the turret so he could see downrange.  He’s talking to his crew, enjoying the night fire exercise.  An American 20-something on his journey through his temporary human life.

The hatch, when open, leaves a substantial gap at the bottom edge between the hinges.  That gap is maybe three or four inches between the bottom edge of the hatch and the top level of the turret (the turret is the rotating part of a tank which points the barrel at the target).  Our tank commander was standing with his head just protruding above the hatch when, a couple of miles away, another soldier fired his weapon into the darkness and across the desert floor.

The tank commander never felt a thing.  One moment he is focused on his training mission, looking across the desert in the dark of night, and an instant later he is standing before Yahuah.  You see, the soldier who fired his weapon could not see the tank so distant from him in the dark.  He was just doing his job.  Our tank commander had wandered outside his area of operations (AO) and that open hatch where his neck was visible from behind just happened to be in the direct, perfect, exact place where the projectile fired by our soldier could slip through and decapitate the head from the tank commander.

Life has unexpected turns, does it not?

I have more.  But maybe next time.  Maybe not.  My own hatch might be open. Or yours.

Please pray.  I do not care what you pray, but pray.  Pray today.  One morning we are all going to face a world we do not recognize.  As least I hope we do, because if we fail to see the wickedness in the world then we are as numb as the dead.  Satan is desperate to kill America, the last, strongest and best of all free people.  There is no reason for Yahuah to preserve America.  If there is a “Mystery Babylon” on this flat plane of earth, it is America.  We produce harlots to present to the boys and men of the world across the internet.  America, land of the free and home of harlotry, lust and wickedness.

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If America dies, and I believe it will, China will fill the void.  The “Red Dragon” of Revelation?  Probably.  Certainly the tool of Satan.  Daniel says the power of the holy people will break, and the end will come.

China – look, the Communist Chinese are cutting the livers out of living, conscious human beings and selling those livers online.  They will do the same to those who follow The Way soon enough.  These poor Chinese people are, in general and with very few exceptions, lost.  Please pray that Yahuah will save them.  Pray for their families.

I have information and video on some Noahide activity in Jerusalem.  I’ll tell you this much – they hand-selected a pagan to slaughter the Passover lamb.  I don’t think we have much need to be concerned about Noahide.  The smoke rising from the Mystery Babylon is probably #1 on the list.  That smoke is equated with trade, too, and the economic data I read indicates a collapse is right at the door.  But a collapse, when it comes, will not take place until Yahuah allows it to take place.

Earthquakes in diverse places – as in all over the place.  We even had two earthquakes in Texas a couple of weeks ago.  Weak ones, but in TEXAS.  We never have earthquakes.  Nationally (USA) there are recorded thousands of earthquakes recently.  Swarms of them and in places where there is no prior record of earthquakes.

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You hold on to Yahusha.  Grip Him with an iron fist.  Never let go because HE is the ONLY Truth.  Love one another and be serious about that.

Oh, in closing, I want to share with you how grateful I am to be able to write and share.  Most of my readers are quiet, never commenting a single word.  But you guys come from all over the earth.  Its a beautiful thing to see.  The red flags indicate site visitors so far this month, I think.  The flag in Beijing is a communist web crawler.  I’m blocked in China and apparently in Russia, too.  Note no readers from Canada, either, or Brazil.

Gregorio Allegri – from Sacred Treasures II – “Miserere Mei”

Original Latin followed by English translation

Miserere mei, Deus, secundum magnam misericordiam tuam.

Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum, dele iniquitatem mean.

Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea: et a peccato meo munda me.

Quoniam iniquitatem mean ego cognosco: et peccatum meum contra me est semper.

Tibi soli peccavi et malum, coram te feci: ut justificeris in sermonibus tuis, et vincas cum judicaris.

Ecce enim in iniquitatibus conceptus sum : et in peccatis concepit me mater mea.

Ecce enim veritatem dilexisti : incerta et occula sapientiae tuae manifestasti mihi.

Asperges me hyssopo, et mundabor : lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor.

Auditui meo dabis gaudium et laetitiam, et exsultabunt ossa humiliata.

Averte faciem tuam a peccatis meis : et omnes iniquitates meas dele.

Cor mundum crea in me, Deus : et spiritum rectum innova in visceribus meis.

Ne projicias me a facie tua : et spiritum sanctum tuum ne auferas a me.

Redde mihi laetitiam salutaris tui : et spiritu principali confirma me.

Docebo iniquos vias tuas : et impii ad te convertentur.

Libera me de sanguinibus, Deus, Deus salutis meae : et exsultabit lingua mea justitiam tuam.

Domine, labia mea aperies : et os meum annuntiabit laudem tuam.

Quoniam si voluisses sacrificium, dedissem utique : holocaustis non dedectaberis.

Sacrificium Deo spiritus contribulatus : cor contritum et humiliatum, Deus, non despicies.

Benigne fac, Domine, in bona voluntate tua Sion : ut ædificentur muri Jerusalem.

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Have mercy on me, O God, in your goodness,

In your great tenderness wipe away my faults;

Wash me clean of my guilt, purify me from my sin.

For I am well aware of my faults, I have my sin constantly in mind.

Having sinned against none other than you, having done what you regard as wrong. You are just when you pass sentence on me, blameless when you give judgment.

You know I was born guilty, a sinner from the moment of conception.

Yet, since you love sincerity of heart, teach me the secrets of wisdom.

Purify me with hyssop until I am clean; wash me until I am whiter than snow.

Instil some joy and gladness into me, let the bones you have crushed rejoice again.

Hide your face from my sins, wipe out all my guilt.

God, create a clean heart in me, put into me a new and constant spirit,

Do not banish me from your presence, do not deprive me of your holy spirit.

Be my saviour again, renew my joy, keep my spirit steady and willing;

And I shall teach transgressors the way to you, and to you the sinners will return.

Save me from death, God my saviour, and my tongue will acclaim your righteousness;

Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will speak out your praise.

Sacrifice gives you no pleasure, were I to offer holocaust, you would not have it.

My sacrifice is this broken spirit, you will not scorn this crushed and broken heart.

Show your favour graciously to Zion, rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.