tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24001412221152327502024-03-13T15:22:20.528-07:00The Sister's SonDo you believe in Deja Vu? Did I already ask you that?T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-9400809432380535332009-08-05T06:45:00.000-07:002009-08-05T06:50:46.058-07:00Salvations and Dean Sherman and Miracles Oh My!<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SnmNUp_oeEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/RwH12woqh90/s1600-h/DSCN6786.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366475816998303810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SnmNUp_oeEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/RwH12woqh90/s320/DSCN6786.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Me and Dean Sherman</span><br /></div><div align="left">Hello again from Hong Kong everyone! I hope that this newsletter finds you all in good health and in good spirits! I have been working hard studying about God’s work in Asia and researching the Unreached People Groups I’m so desperate to reach during my School of Frontier Missions (SOFM). Let me assure you that what I am learning is not only breaking my heart for Asia, but encouraging me that God’s will can be accomplished! So far I’ve written 2 Book Reports, completed 10 chapters of an intensive mission methods study book, and finished the first half of a profiling portfolio on an Unreached People Group. Our SOFM community has been growing closer and more trusting of each other, and we’ve truly felt the Holy Spirit fill our classroom! To know and trust that Jesus is blessing us in our work and that He is pleased with us pushes us to go forward in our desire to see the Great Commission fulfilled. God has been using my quiet times with Him to give me encouragements for the future and to remind me to just rely on Him, something that I am learning to do more - I am loving it and I am loving Him.<br /></div><div align="left">We were blessed enough to have Dean Sherman come back to Hong Kong this summer. Dean has become very well known in all of YWAM for his teachings on Spiritual Warfare and Relationships. He taught for a week during my DTS, and this time he talked to the SOFM about stronger Spiritual Warfare. He taught about how it is our unresponsiveness to the enemy’s attacks that stop us from going to reach the people of the world who have not yet heard the Gospel. He is such a wise and well-spoken instructor, and having been with YWAM for 42 years, his extensive knowledge on this topic, which amazingly he accredits all to God, was invaluable. His teaching style not only opened our eyes to Biblical truths about spreading the Gospel, but he teaches in such a way that I left his lectures feeling as though I should have already known the things he spoke on. The key to Dean’s success as a teacher though, is his humility, which I experienced firsthand when I sat with him twice during his stay for lunch and just listened to his opinions on topics such as Houses of Prayer and the Old Testament Israel. To have such workers as Dean among YWAM is truly God’s blessing.</div><br /><div align="left">My SOFM classmate Michael and I met a Chinese man in our village named Andes. Through a couple of conversations we’d discovered that he was a very bitter man, having lost a child to abortion, and impregnating a woman who was not his wife. However, he was interested in what Michael and I believed, and we were able to introduce him to Jesus. On our third visit, Andes accepted Christ as Lord, and we explained to him about how Jesus loved him, his now ex-wife, his daughter, and newly born, illegitimate son and his son’s mother. I also felt that God wanted Andes to know that his unborn son was now waiting for him in heaven, and that made Andes cry. Michael and I really felt the Lord’s guidance that evening and we really saw a change in Andes’ life. I praise God for introducing me to Andes so that I could introduce Andes to God! On the way back from this meeting though, the enemy struck against me, and my wallet was lost on the bus! I didn’t notice until hours later, and I knew that God was my only chance of finding it. So, after cancelling my credit card, and making a few unsuccessful phone calls, I just began to worship Jesus, and He reminded me that in this line of work, the enemy tries to discourage us in whatever way he can, and that I need to be willing to experience loss in order to experience great gain. I realized then that Andes’ life was worth way more than anything in my wallet, and I praised God for considering me worthy to suffer for the Gospel! The next morning, the bus driver returned my wallet with everything in it, untouched. Not a thing was missing! This is so rare in Hong Kong, and it was such a miracle from the Lord! </div><br /><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366476552162358866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SnmN_csZtlI/AAAAAAAAASA/Rh8Mvd0FNZ0/s320/P7140058.JPG" border="0" /></div>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-36879474366437716222009-07-08T06:50:00.000-07:002009-07-08T06:59:24.987-07:00Updizzly Dates<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SlSkcjGgH2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/RAv9IbIbjFs/s1600-h/4969_125346813064_765123064_2833179_5327895_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356086667216166754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SlSkcjGgH2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/RAv9IbIbjFs/s320/4969_125346813064_765123064_2833179_5327895_n.jpg" border="0" /></a>Hello again from Hong Kong everyone! I hope that this newsletter finds you all in good health and in good spirits! I have been working extremely hard trying to keep up with all of the assignments I’ve been given during my School of Frontier Missions (SOFM). There is a lot of hard work involved, but so far I’ve loved every minute of this school. I’m learning so much about missionary work, and there is only more to come! I’m also growing an even bigger heart for Asia and an especially big heart for the Chinese people. I’m excited to see how God will use me here in Hong Kong and what it is that He is truly about to show me in the coming months! I’ve also been jumping at a number of opportunities to share with others about what kind of work I’ve been doing, visiting churches and house groups throughout Hong Kong. I’ve even done some ministering over internet chat and phone calls. It’s been great to know that God is still using my recent adventures to reach out to the people He loves so much, and what an encouragement it has been for me to know that my time on my DTS Outreach was not only beneficial for me, but for so many others! <div><br /><div>We held a baptism service on June 26th after our Friday morning worship time, not something I’d experienced with YWAM up to that point. I was really enjoying listening to the different peoples’ testimonies and witnessing them make their commitments to the Father, when God started to speak to me about my baptism in 2005, and how I’d fallen away from him not long afterwards. While I was meditating on this, our base directors Joe and Nancy invited anyone who felt like God was calling them to be baptized to come up and do so. Three people lined up, and I began to pray to God in repentance for how I’d dirtied the appearance of my baptism by falling into sin for as long as I had. And he answered me back. He said, “Well, you could always go wash it off...” and as soon as I heard that, they made one final call for anyone who wanted to be baptized to come forward. And so I did, bringing my mentor and close friend Harold with me. After giving a brief testimony of what was literally the conversation I’d just had with God, I made my recommitment to my loving and gracious Father, and was baptized by Joe and Harold! It feels so good to be committed to Jesus Christ!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356087630565959602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SlSlUn2_Z7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UeaAXJxAPPQ/s320/P5120156.JPG" border="0" />On one of our last days of DTS Outreach, my Ministry Partners Manuel, Ryan and I were doing some university evangelism. We were waiting under a lychee tree, where we met a guy named Edward. Edward was very open to talking about Jesus, and after getting to know him over a couple of days, he came to accept Jesus! After Edward made his salvation decision, Manuel, Ryan and I suddenly found ourselves very busy and it wasn’t until the very last day of Outreach that we were able to meet with him again and do some discipling with him. When we met him for lunch that day, he came packed with questions about the Bible, about God and about Jesus, all of which we were more than happy to answer. We also taught him about the importance of thanking the Father for the food he provides for us, how to hear God’s voice, and spent as much time as we could just encouraging him and pushing him to press into God as much as possible. Edward felt the desire to bless us that day as well, so he paid for the four of us to go bowling together, and we had an amazing time together, and I recognized during that time that it was actually a way of worshiping Jesus with Edward, by rejoicing with each other in a Godly fellowship. At the end of the day, we sat together in a park and prayed for Edward, getting a few Scriptures and encouragements for him. And then he floored us! As we were about to leave, Edward started praying for Manuel, Ryan and I, and it was one of the most touching prayers I’ve ever heard! Edward truly did receive the blessings of God, and was only too happy to start sharing them!<br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356088356689694578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SlSl-44YT3I/AAAAAAAAARA/dHhuFERhS1I/s320/DSCN7394.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-24973137855630113232009-07-04T00:51:00.000-07:002009-07-04T01:15:08.251-07:00God's Smuggler: A Review<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354510510012164978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/Sk8K8H9e63I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KEZA19G4Wr0/s320/gods.jpg" border="0" />I have to admit that I’ve never truly considered the emotional value of a copy of a Bible before reading <em>God’s Smuggler</em> by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brother_Andrew">Brother Andrew</a>. Sure, I’d pondered the spiritual value of a Holy Book; it is after all the Word of God. I spent a great deal of time thinking about the price of one of these treasures, continually taking one off of the shelf, then putting it back on, trying to decide whether or not the thirty Canadian dollars was actually worth the price of a pocket-sized New International Version translation. But after reading about Brother Andrew’s adventures behind the Iron Curtain smuggling Bibles and living entirely on the faith of the Lord, I’ve come to truly realize how blessed I’ve been. Reading this page turner revealed to me the importance of trusting in God, the true value of a Bible, and that God can take anyone of us, no matter the size of our sin, wash us clean and use us to glorify Him.<br /><br /><em>God’s Smuggler</em> follows Brother Andrew from his time as a rebellious child in Nazi occupied Holland, to his time as a soldier in the Dutch Army fighting in the <a href="http://www.gimonca.com/sejarah/sejarah08.shtml">Indonesian War of Independence</a>, to reading his own Bible, to hearing God’s voice, to becoming a missionary behind the Communist <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_Curtain">Iron Curtain</a>. Brother Andrew’s testimony of how his mother desperately wanted him to read his Bible and how it took her death to actually get him to do it was heartbreaking and raw. His adventures and friendship with his pet monkey in Indonesia was a touching display of how this bitter young man truly had a love for all of God’s creation even though he himself did not realize it. And perhaps most poignantly, <em>God’s Smuggler</em> reminded me of how God can take a man who has literally fallen as far away from God as possible, not entirely unlike me, and can him into a powerful worker for the expansion of God’s Kingdom.<br /><div><br />There were many atrocities in the War of Independence in Indonesia. There was massacre upon massacre, Dutch soldiers were getting killed off left, right and center and Indonesian civilians were taking the brunt of it. Brother Andrew writes of a time where he saw a village-dwelling mother and child, drenched in blood, killed by the same bullet. The break in his heart was so strong that it cracked his mind, and for his remaining time on the Indonesian front, Brother Andrew wore a bright yellow, straw hat instead of his regulation camouflage armoured helmet. This man was desperate for death, having seen and caused so much of it himself. He turned to booze, to women, to anything. And of course, nothing filled the hole caused by the hurt. The damage was done. And in God’s special way, instead of being killed as he had desired, Brother Andrew was shot in the foot, and transported home as a rejected soldier of a defeated army coming home from an inglorious war. </div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/Sk8K8nAkaMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/M4054q9Arjk/s1600-h/indonesian-volunteers-gokkutotai.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354510518346606786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/Sk8K8nAkaMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/M4054q9Arjk/s320/indonesian-volunteers-gokkutotai.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>It was during his time of rehabilitation and searching for a future that Brother Andrew started to read the Bible his mother had given him, and over the course of a year it finally sank in, and he committed his life to Jesus. God didn’t hesitate to put his calling on him, and within another two years Brother Andrew had been called to missions, done his own missionary work at a Dutch chocolate factory and moved to England for missionary training. It was at this mission training facility, known as <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.wec-int.org">Worldwide Evangelization Crusade </a>(WEC) that Brother Andrew learned to live on faith. Depending on what he calls “The Royal Way,” Andrew would always be in complete trust that God would provide for him from something as simple as toothpaste to something larger like school fees paid by their deadlines. He gives one testimony about a homeless friend of his who had come looking for him for the same amount of money that Andrew had been waiting on. As they were talking, there on the ground was the one British shilling they were both hoping for and what only Andrew could see. Instead of keeping it for himself however, he gave it to his friend, knowing that God doesn’t need or want us to be digging around in the dirt looking for extra change. He’s going to provide for us!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>This would not only prove to be an important lesson for Andrew to learn as it would be the way his entire ministry would be funded and run, but it is also an extraordinary example set in front of those of us also living on faith. Money is an easy distraction, something that the worldly kingdom depends on entirely. It is easy to get discouraged or to even lead ourselves off the path that God has laid out for us, or to not even start walking along said path just because we feel like it isn’t something we can afford. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>But therein lays the solution.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The truth is that a lot of the situations God has called us to probably are things we personally cannot afford. But God loves us right? When you’re in charge of a project or you’re a supervisor at you’re job, do you charge your workers the expenses of keeping your project or your store or your whatever running? Of course not! It becomes your responsibility because you are in control. The same goes for God. To quote Pastor Sam Song of <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.solomonsporchhk.com">Solomon’s Porch </a>Church in Hong Kong: “If its God’s will, its God’s bill.” The beautiful thing about that is that God is the creator of all things, and therefore is the creator of money, and therefore will never run out of money because it’s all His. In trusting in the Father, we will be provided for as His children, so stay in accordance to His will and there is nothing to worry about! Brother Andrew’s life story is a testament to this fact.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Sometimes, when living on faith, we might be waiting for more than just money. Especially as Christians, because we know that true life doesn’t just come from food, money, things. No, we’re actually living off of the Holy Spirit and His guidance. Our personal times with God can keep us refreshed for the entire day, sometimes more. And one very powerful way to seek the Lord’s guidance and encouragement is through His Word; through The Bible. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>But what if we didn’t have a Bible? I know that I personally probably wouldn’t be able to keep my faith as strong as it is right now without easy access to a Bible, because it’s not only a way for me to seek the Lord’s guidance, but I also receive a lot of encouragement through this book not only from my own time reading it but through Scriptures that others have read to or over me. After reading in <em>God’s Smuggler</em> of how Brother Andrew discovered the desperate need for Bibles behind the Iron Curtain, I realized that this was actually a weakness in my faith; because I’d been taking for granted the fact that I could read my Bible whenever I wanted. </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354510523302933058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/Sk8K85eP8kI/AAAAAAAAAQg/V7CXb1ryXJw/s320/iron_curtain_TBBJ.gif" border="0" />The story that truly hit it home for me was when Brother Andrew was in a Russian controlled Ukrainian village near the Hungary border, and he was visiting a Baptist church there. When the pastor got up to speak, he first stepped down from the pulpit to borrow a Bible in the congregation to read from! After the service, Andrew met with this pastor and they had devotions. After a reading of the borrowed Bible and Andrew’s Dutch Bible, the pastor, in a broken and quiet voice said, <em>“You know, Brother, I have no Bible.”</em><br /> <br />I was floored and heartbroken after that. The reason this pastor didn’t have a Bible of his own was because it was illegal for him to have one in the Communist Soviet Union. Fortunately Brother Andrew had one to give to this man, but the telling of this story did not fail to open my eyes to the importance of the Bible and the equal importance of not taking for granted how blessed we are for having such easy access to this amazing Book. It has stirred in me the desire to bring Bibles as gifts to people in all nations who are either in short supply or have none whatsoever, whether because of the government or because of poverty or because of whatever reason. The reason behind someone not having a Bible is much less important than the need it is for anybody who wants to have a Bible to read to have one. My eyes have truly been opened to this, and it is in my prayers and on my heart to become a Bible transporter like that of Brother Andrew and so many others. I just want to see God’s people have an easy access to God’s Words.<br /><br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354510528464778754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/Sk8K9Ms7dgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/p0KUCSxz4y4/s320/30niv01_js.jpg" border="0" /><br />The thing that makes sin so terrible is when we realize how much we’ve actually sinned. It is so easy to believe that we’re completely unredeemable, that we’re too dirty, that our lives are worth nothing because we’ve fallen so far away from the Lord and now even He can’t reach us. But of course, this is one hundred percent untrue.<br /><p>The first four chapters of <em>God’s Smuggler</em> tell the tale of Brother Andrew’s time as a rebellious youth pulling pranks on Nazi’s and as a twenty-something soldier fighting in Indonesia’s War of Independence. Through out the entirety of these four chapters, Andrew confesses his denial of the Lord, seeing how his faithful mother suffered with illness her entire life, and how he had become bitter towards God after the death of his already suffering, mentally unwell older brother. Upon witnessing the atrocities of war, Brother Andrew became obsessed with death, and with survival of skirmish after skirmish after skirmish, he would turn to anything that could distract him temporarily, i.e. alcohol, women, drugs, you name it. It took an injury and the divine will of the Lord for Andrew to lie in bed and read his Bible and upon doing so, after a marvellous revelation of what was actually done on the cross, received the grace and forgiveness of Jesus Christ. </p><p>In his early years as a Christian, Andrew was called to the mission field, experienced miraculous physical healings and even lead others to the Lord. He was accepted into missionary training, graduated from WEC and immediately began work behind the Iron Curtain, countries pressed down by the Communist Regime. Over the course of the rest of his life, Andrew experienced God’s hand and God’s love for His people, and literally did whatever he could to bless them and help them. Brother Andrew’s testimony is a shining light for all Christians and for me personally, a person who, in no way as extreme as Andrew’s, experienced bitterness and anger and sadness towards God. But if God can take someone who fell as far as Andrew did and turn him into a missionary truly living the adventure of Jesus, then surely He can do the same, if not even more, with someone like me. And that rule applies to all.</p><em>God’s Smuggler</em>, in all of its excitement, its heartbreaking or touching moments, or its amazing miracles, is truly just a story of a simple man living an extraordinary life because he gave it all to the extraordinary One. There is nothing ordinary about God; He’s a supernatural Creator, with a heart for all of His people. If we’ll just give it all to God like Brother Andrew did, then amazing things can happen through us, for us, to us. If we just wait on the Lord, listen to His voice, trust in Him and do as He says, then maybe one day we too will write a book as exciting, hard-hitting and effective as Brother Andrew’s <em>God’s Smuggler</em>.T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-23264906598311727362009-06-26T04:46:00.000-07:002009-06-26T05:59:05.318-07:00Feet in the Fire<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SkTDT8QcydI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UqNjC5yLk8M/s1600-h/fire4a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351617004583045586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SkTDT8QcydI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UqNjC5yLk8M/s320/fire4a.jpg" border="0" /></a>As a kid I always thought it'd be great to be a Musketeer or a Knight of the Round Table or a World War 2 soldier or Indiana Jones. I just thought that the battles were so glorifying and adventurous and that ultimately to die in battle would be an amazing honour. I don't think this way anymore. <div><div><div><br /><div>I've had to, in what has been a very hard struggle actually, learn to realize that life isn't quite like the way it is in the movies. In life there's no behind-the-scenes filmmaker yelliung "Cut!" as you try the same miraculous escape over and over and over again. In life you only get to try it once, with no "Cuts!"</div><br /><div>I mention this because over the last 5 months and particularly within the last 5 days I've come to realize that we're in a war. And it's conscription based, calling even the newborns and the elderly into combat mode. This war is vicious, frightening and life taking. There's only one way to survive the turmoil and it's by calling attention to yourself. The war I'm talking about is the 5000 year long Spiritual War.</div><br /><div>It's because of my most recent revelation of this war that my desire to don the leather jacket, whip and fedora is because of how vicious I've seen this war can be. My enemy has worked its absolute darndest to destroy my dreams, my beliefs and my life. My enemy has attacked me through finances, fear and family. The three "F"'s.</div><br /><div>My enemy is Satan.</div><br /><div>As most of my 4 readers know, I recently finished a 5 month school focused entirely on my relationship with Jesus and sharing it with others. Nothing about this school failed me, as I learned to speak with God, listen to God and about this IMMENSE love that He has for me. I can't put how incredible it was into words, but I have come out of this school a new person with new life and a passion for Jesus Christ that will never die! As the school was coming to a close I began to pray about what it was I should do next, and received the answer on the day I graduated, when I was invited to do another school focussed on being a long-term missionary. Through a short series of amazing events, I accepted the invitation. Nothing in the world could drag me down! God and I were tight!</div><br /><div>And so I let my guard down...</div><br /><div>I've always felt very attached and loyal to my family, but seeing how it is a divorced family, that has lead to a number of painful encounters. But it never changed the fact that I was dead loyal to the people I loved and that has not yet changed. However, upon revealing to my family that I would be staying in Hong Kong for another school doing something that most of them don't actually believe in anyways, all but two remained supportive of me. Maybe a little bit sad that I wouldn't be coming home, but still supportive. All but two...</div><br /><div>The two that didn't are two people who have been quite possible the two most important people in my life. They were always there even when they weren't, and always ready to talk. But they really hate the change in The Sister's Son, and really hate the things that I'm saying now. As my words about God and frankly, Spiritual Warfare, became stronger, so did their words against me and my beliefs, so far as to say I didn't have any but that I was faking all of this. I'm not by the way. The comments they were sending my way became so horrible and disgusting that I've now had to break contact with them temporarily. I did that the day my new school started.</div><br /><div>That same day I discovered that two of my closest family members have found themselves completely and utterly seperated. No contact. That sucks even more than the first one did to be honest. </div><br /><div>You see, there's nothing in this world that I love more than I love God. But second to Him is my family, and they're hurting right now. Both events took place the same day I started my new school, because God has clearly laid this school out for me. I have been called by the Father to serve the Father and that is an amazing blessing. But it scares the shit out of the Devil, and he wants to stop me. I won't let that happen. Talking with my family, I was able to help clear some of the dispute of the seperatees and will hopefully see a resolve come one day soon. As for the people I've seperated myself from, well, time will tell, but I'm praying everyday that they aren't out of my life forever. </div><br /><div>I'd thought my victory in my latest savage battle against Beelzebub had ended that night, but in truth it had only begun. The next morning as I was worshipping Jesus, I received a Scripture from the Lord, <strong>2 Peter 2</strong>. It described entirely what was going on between me and the loved ones I'd thought I'd lost, and gave me hope for a future. I also felt an anointing fall upon me, what I'm calling the "Noah Anointing," which basically calls me to preach righteousness to those fallen so far that they actually speak insults against the Lord to others and about others. I know the type, because I used to be one of them.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351617754415702850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SkTD_lmfI0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/YHQhGHFsAoU/s320/arklanding.jpg" border="0" /> Then, the next morning, I played on the worship team and felt the Spirit of the Lord fall upon me in such a powerful way that I actually played with an intensity I didn't know I had. It was amazing! The Power of God was working in me! <div> </div><div>We followed the time of worship with baptisms for 4 friends of mine (not you 4 readers of course, but maybe next time) and during their testimonies God reminded me of my baptismal testimony: I was baptized in the 12th grade, but in between that time and now I'd fallen so far that I had actually spoken insults against the Lord to others and about others. Hmm... irony anyone?</div><br /><div>As the testimonies ended, our baptizers (which I believe is a real word) asked if anyone else felt as though they needed to be baptized. Three people volunteered. So as they were thanking God and giving testimonies I apologized to Jesus for throwing mud in the face of what was my baptism. And this is what He said to me...</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>"You could always go wash it off..."</strong></span></div><br /><div>Well there it was. And sure enough, as the last of the second three emerged from the Holy Water, they invited anyone else who felt God speak to come be baptized. And in I went. And out I came. <strong>Victorious.</strong> </div><div> </div><div>When I was told that my beliefs were false, it was also said that I should be willing to "put my feet in the fire." Well, I am willing to do that and a whole lot more. </div><br /><div>In order to win this war once and for all, I need to be completely on fire for Jesus. And so I lit that fire, by covering myself with Holy Water. Now I want to be Indiana Jones again, because I want to live the adventure that comes with fighting for Jesus. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351618369401722594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SkTEjYmlFuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eZ6ZUFJJlew/s320/4969_125346813064_765123064_2833179_5327895_n.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351618365053466018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SkTEjIZ39aI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eDXlocZVFts/s320/indiana_jones_temple_of_doom.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>My feet are in, and now I'm running. I encourage you... come catch me.</div></div></div>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-68521997277939347442009-06-24T05:48:00.000-07:002009-07-04T01:20:44.232-07:00Iggy Tribute<iframe src="http://flames.nhl.tv/team/embed.jsp?&id=37106" frameborder="0" width="480" height="289"></iframe><br /><br />I really admire and respect this guy. He just won the Mark Messier Award for leadership and the dude thanked God for all of His blessings in front of the entire NHL and the world. I dig dude.T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-61896111681025324492009-06-13T20:48:00.000-07:002009-06-13T21:06:44.050-07:00Out of the Chinese Yonder<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SjRzdHgLMVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FQh_dkVeZsM/s1600-h/DSCN1119.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347025601663021394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SjRzdHgLMVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FQh_dkVeZsM/s400/DSCN1119.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Rockin' the Indiana Jones at a Mountain Pass</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Hello again from Hong Kong everyone! I hope that this newsletter finds you all in good health and in good spirits! I have recently returned from my Outreach in the Chinese speaking world. The last 8 weeks have been an incredible experience of evangelism, prayer walking and travel. I had the opportunity to visit 10 different cities and through my team’s preaching of the Gospel we saw 38 people come to know Jesus! Hallelujah! As for what comes next, I know I said I was thinking about joining a Far East Evangelism Team, but in prayer one day God gave me a clear “No” about doing it. I want to apologize to those of you supporting me for how I’ve jumped from thing to thing regarding what comes next, but please know that I am truly seeking Jesus on what to do next. It was not until I arrived back in Hong Kong that God told me what to do next, when two of my schoolmates at our DTS Graduation suggested the School of Frontier Missions (SOFM) and that same day the Base Director of YWAM Hong Kong invited me to join the school. So it has become clear to me that SOFM is God’s will for me, and I’m jumping right in on June 24! <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SjR1V9r55LI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9fZGe_HkpWw/s1600-h/DSCF4699.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347027677792036018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SjR1V9r55LI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9fZGe_HkpWw/s320/DSCF4699.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SjR1V9r55LI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9fZGe_HkpWw/s1600-h/DSCF4699.JPG"></a></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I was doing evangelism work at a university with my leader Harold and we were finding it difficult to start a conversation with anyone. No one wanted to talk to us for over an hour! But as we got more and more discouraged, God spoke to us about faithfulness and we just continued pressing into Him. As we were praying, we see two girls sitting in a park taking pictures of each other, and we offered to take a picture of them together, which lead us into small talk. The girls didn’t speak much English, so I had a chance to pray while Harold spoke in Chinese. God told me right away that we should share the Gospel with these girls, so I told Harold to go for it. As I continued praying, God told me to pray for three things: An anointing on Harold’s words, openness in the girls’ hearts and for no distractions. So I prayed for only those things for 25 minutes, when suddenly the girls were ready to accept Jesus into their hearts. They even heard His voice for the first time right there, and we gave them each a Bible. So not only did God teach me about remaining faithful to Him, He also taught me about how to pray while I am ministering, and he topped it all off with some salvations! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Our first two weeks of Outreach were spent at a Cultural Exchange learning about the Chinese culture and spending time with the students at a university. My ministry partner during the time was my schoolmate Josh, and we’d befriended a guy about our age named Joe really quickly, and spent most of our time with him. He was a great guy, but a little bit shy and so it took us about a week before we could truly start to share the Gospel with him and teach him about Jesus. After the first week, Josh and I both felt that we were supposed to share our testimonies with him, and in doing that, Joe opened up much more. He shared with us that his girlfriend had recently broken up with him, and that he’d been considering suicide. Well, we reacted very quickly to that and took him to a quiet place to tell him all about Jesus and how He can heal our hurts. We left for our team time after that, and through out the day’s report back and Worship time, Josh and I both felt like we were supposed to meet with Joe again, so we called him and had supper with him. We asked him what he thought about Jesus, and Joe said he wanted to accept Him into his heart. But the spiritual warfare was intense! As we left for somewhere quiet to pray, a Buddhist chant was played over the university’s speakers and it lasted all night, and then approximately 200 students walked into the same place we were praying! But Joe pressed in anyway; He wanted the Father’s love so much! And then he heard God speak, and brought Jesus into his life and into his heart! He said God told him that now healing could come into his heart. Amen.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347028725054094898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SjR2S7CovjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/63VtODB3OSI/s320/IMG_1334.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">My Outreach Team</span></p>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-76302440996656787652009-04-11T03:55:00.000-07:002009-04-11T03:59:40.194-07:00ProtectorHere is a little something I like to carry in my pocket:<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Psalm 91<br /></strong><br />1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High <br /> will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.<br /> 2 I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, <br /> my God, in whom I trust."<br /> 3 Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare <br /> and from the deadly pestilence.<br /> 4 He will cover you with his feathers, <br /> and under his wings you will find refuge; <br /> his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.<br /> 5 You will not fear the terror of night, <br /> nor the arrow that flies by day,<br /> 6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, <br /> nor the plague that destroys at midday.<br /> 7 A thousand may fall at your side, <br /> ten thousand at your right hand, <br /> but it will not come near you.<br /> 8 You will only observe with your eyes <br /> and see the punishment of the wicked.<br /> 9 If you make the Most High your dwelling— <br /> even the LORD, who is my refuge-<br /> 10 then no harm will befall you, <br /> no disaster will come near your tent.<br /> 11 For he will command his angels concerning you <br /> to guard you in all your ways;<br /> 12 they will lift you up in their hands, <br /> so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.<br /> 13 You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; <br /> you will trample the great lion and the serpent.<br /><br /> <strong><span style="color:#000099;">14 "Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him; </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"> I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.<br /> 15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him; </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"> I will be with him in trouble, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"> I will deliver him and honor him.<br /> 16 With long life will I satisfy him </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"> and show him my salvation."</span></strong>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-17671667906342468242009-04-11T03:38:00.000-07:002009-04-11T03:53:21.120-07:00The Things I'll Miss1. The Calgary Flames<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323382471953437106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SeB0J1xTUbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sQq2nmPH2nw/s400/iggyscores.jpg" border="0" /></div><p>Heck, I already miss them. It's almost impossible to get decent hockey updates out here in Hong Kong, forget about particular teams. I know they made the playoffs, and I also know that they have like 15 guys injured, which sucks hardcore. My prayers are that they make it all the way this year, because if anyone deserves it, it's #12, Jarome Iginla. Good luck Iggy.</p><p>2. The beginning of the summer blockbuster movie season! Wolverine and Terminator: Salvation will both be out when I get home... and I still haven't seen Watchmen! What has happened to me?</p><p>3. The internet: Facebook, Hotmail, Youtube and The Sister's Son are on hold for two months. That's like my only form of communicado. Bizarro.</p><p>Ya, that's what I'll miss...</p><p>OH! And 4. Talking and seeing my friends and family... love you guys, heh heh!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323384971218074834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SeB2bUQbPNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AQK5a9O6TaI/s400/n516243238_1016195_3916.jpg" border="0" /></p>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-36985555413378279282009-04-10T07:04:00.000-07:002009-04-10T07:38:03.603-07:00It's Always Friday Before The Dawn<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/Sd9Y4lzbjaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xCNlLYIU5qY/s1600-h/follow_jesus_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323071013818961314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/Sd9Y4lzbjaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xCNlLYIU5qY/s400/follow_jesus_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Today is Good Friday.</div><br /><div></div><div>I'm 21 years old this year. Not particularly old or anything. Certainly not trying to boast about the fact that there is no country on Earth that I can't drink in. I'm simply counting the years that I've forgotten what Good Friday actually means.</div><br /><div></div><div>If I'm 21 now that means this is my 22nd Good Friday right?</div><br /><div></div><div>I missed 21 of them. </div><br /><div></div><div>As I recall, at my Christian school we hardly ever talked about the dying part. Spare the children the brutal truth and that kind of thing right? Wrong. We need to remember.</div><br /><div></div><div>There have been three different occasions over the last 3 months where I've been compared to Simon Peter. I take great joy in this. This is the man Jesus entrusted His church too! But I forgot that Peter had denied Our Lord, when He needed him the most, he denied him. I wish I'd remembered.</div><br /><div></div><div>Last night I was in Yuen Long doing some last minute shopping, feeling kind of bummed out because one of my friends had left without me and I thought we were gonna chill. I let the feelings build quickly and unleashed them on someone totally different, and stormed away like a little girl who got the wrong dollhouse for Christmas. I spent the next two hours huffing and puffing around the city buying dehumidifying bags and other such trivial things one needs when traveling, in such a rage that I actually had the balls to thank God for such a wonderful day.</div><br /><div></div><div>On my way home, I apologized to Jesus for my behaviour, but asked Him why this was happening. Why was I so upset about something so small? Why was I so sad, angry, etc.? </div><br /><div></div><div><strong>"<span style="color:#ff0000;">It's Thursday night</span>," Jesus said to me.</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div>Oh no. I really am Peter. On the night before Good Friday, I'd acted as Peter had on the night he watched Jeus be put on trial. He denied Jesus. I was tested, and I blamed Jesus. And yet, I'm forgiven. My brothers whom I had yelled at or been left by and thus was angry at forgave me when I got home. They embraced me. When I told them that I'd failed in Spiritual Warfare, they aided me. And when I prayed to the one I'd hurt the most, He forgave me and instructed me. </div><br /><div></div><div>He told me to fast until further notice.</div><br /><div></div><div>On Thursday, I'd fasted my supper because some of us were short the fees for our Missions trip that we leave for on Monday. My plan was to eat in Yuen Long, but my anger and depression kept me from going to the restaurant called Mr. Nepali's (where they sell some of the most delicious food you will ever eat for the least amount of money you will ever pay). So my fast started at 3:30 pm on the Thursday before Good Friday.</div><br /><div></div><div>I didn't eat supper. I didn't eat breakfast. I didn't eat lunch. I didn't eat anything in between. In Worship I cried tears for what Jesus did for me on Friday. At 3:30 pm on this Good Friday, one of my leaders approached me and said that my Outreach had been paid for. Anonymously. Not minutes later, God said I could eat again. </div><br /><div></div><div>On the day that Jesus gave it all for me, when I finally remembered to appreciate it, He gave me even more. I'll never forget what Good Friday means again.</div><br /><div></div><div>The first article ever posted on The Sister's Son was <a href="http://thesistersson.blogspot.com/2007/06/chocolatey-secrets-of-rabbits-egg.html">Chocolatey Secrets of the Rabbit's Egg</a>, where I essentially denied what it was that Jesus did today. I take it back. I take it back.</div><br /><div></div><div>Jesus reigns, and I won't ever deny that again. Praise the Lord, Oh my Soul Praise the Lord!</div>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-21660891260966674652009-04-10T04:01:00.000-07:002009-04-10T04:11:06.561-07:00Updates and Outreaches<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/Sd8npMCsL3I/AAAAAAAAANw/9Q-9FZXZlwU/s1600-h/026+-+Copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323016873135845234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/Sd8npMCsL3I/AAAAAAAAANw/9Q-9FZXZlwU/s320/026+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Preaching at a local Cantonese Church in Hong Kong</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">Hello again from Hong Kong everyone! I hope that this newsletter finds you all in good health and in good spirits! God continues to move here in Hong Kong during my Disciple Training School (DTS) with Youth With A Mission (YWAM). The last 12 weeks have been an incredible experience of learning how to seek God, and really depend on His love in a true relationship with Him. I mentioned in my last newsletter that God has called me to serve Him in Asia, and that has not changed. I believe He is telling me to stay here in Hong Kong when DTS finishes on June 12 and join a Far East Evangelism Team (FEET) instead of the School of Frontier Missions, so that I can really build a heart for all of Asia. FEET will take me to 4 or 5 different countries through out South East Asia where we will perform dramas and dances, and preach the Gospel to the wonderful Asian cultures. God has also put Worship ministry on my heart, and I am seeking His guidance about where I can take that. It excites me to think of the possibilities God has in store for my life!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323017389930498434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/Sd8oHRQIyYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2NGrnGXUX7w/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Leading Worship at my Outreach Send Off</span></p><div align="left">It is a bittersweet reality to have to report that my DTS Lecture Phase is about to come to a close. It has been a truly amazing experience, but I’m very excited about my Outreach out of Hong Kong into Asia. We will first be joining a two week Cultural exchange, where our focus will be Friendship Evangelism, which basically consists of us making friends with whomever we can and praying for opportunities to share the Gospel with them. After that, we will be splitting into two teams and seeking God’s guidance as to where we should go and what we should do. This will involve a lot of Worship times and many sessions of Intercessory Prayer, both of which excite me, as I love being in the presence of our Father. Unfortunately, I will be completely out of contact during the Outreach phase; approximately 2 months. The YWAM base in Hong Kong will be sending regular updates to my parents and my friend Darcie, so to find out more about what I’m doing, please don’t hesitate to contact them. I look forward to writing to you all again in 2 months to let you know about all of the glorious work our Father will hopefully have done through me and my team on our Outreach!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="left">We did a second street evangelism outreach in Hong Kong, this time in the area known as Yuen Long. During our second round of dances and dramas, a group of young Nepalese students came to watch. One of our translators brought me over to talk to a group of girls around the age of 12. They asked me my name, and after I told them that the name ‘Jonah’ came from the Bible, they asked me to share the story of Jonah with them. I did, and I was able to use pieces of my own testimony in comparison to Jonah’s experiences as well. When they asked me why God saved Jonah and why He saved me, I told them that it was because He loved us, and that He loved them too. This interested them very much, so I started explaining to them that God was actually our Father and Creator, and suddenly they all wanted to pray to Him and be friends with Jesus too! I was at first taken aback because I’d never had someone ask this of me before, but I prayed with each of them individually, and they all accepted Jesus Christ into their hearts! There was noticeable change in all four of them right away, especially in one of the girls, named Kumari. She was so excited and filled with love, and was asking all kinds of questions about who God was and why He died for us etc. I have to say I was equally excited; this girl was experiencing the joy of the Lord for the first time and I couldn’t help but release my own joy and telling everyone about what had just happened! That night, God confirmed for me that doing His work is what I want, no; HAVE to do for the rest of my life.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323018154466369762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/Sd8ozxXsYOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-JzpGm7cOX0/s320/The+Whole+Team.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">My DTS Classmates and Staff on an Outreach</span></p><p align="center"> </p>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-42228457838294398602009-04-03T04:34:00.000-07:002009-04-03T19:15:18.610-07:00Break Yo'self to Make Yo'self<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SdX29SZH1KI/AAAAAAAAANI/vAzg1nK_yDE/s1600-h/2%2520sam%252014%2520-%252033%2520and%2520the%2520king%2520kissed%2520absalom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320430067577771170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SdX29SZH1KI/AAAAAAAAANI/vAzg1nK_yDE/s320/2%2520sam%252014%2520-%252033%2520and%2520the%2520king%2520kissed%2520absalom.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>“We Three Kings of Orient are...”<br /></strong><br /><div>Well, two of them are, and one of them isn’t. And therein lays the heart of <a href="http://www.geneedwards.com/">Gene Edwards</a>’ novella <em>A Tale of Three Kings</em>, a narration on the first kings of Jerusalem. So without further adieu, I’d like to introduce you to Saul, David and Absalom. First introduced to me in the <em>Biblical First Samuel</em> and brought back to life, literarily, in <em>A Tale of Three Kings</em>, to show us what it means to be king, and more importantly, what it means to be broken.<br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>But where does brokenness fit into kinghood you ask? Seems like an odd combination doesn’t it? Admittedly, I’d never even considered the thought that the two might in fact go hand in hand, but that’s because I wasn’t focusing on the right kingdom... but we’ll get to that. What we need to be focusing on for now is our characters, for it is in their actions that the connections will be revealed. Let them teach us the insignificance of title, rank and position. Let them teach us the significance of humility, fear and love.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320430725989666882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SdX3jnKwEEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/K-jDluk6ICg/s320/saul.jpg" border="0" />Saul was a somebody. He was well respected. He was good looking. And he was anointed by God to be king of Jerusalem. And king he was. A very good king in fact. But his good fortunes prevented Saul from opening up to his own insecurity and fear; that there was going to be someone better than him.<br /><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>David was a nobody. He was disrespected. He was a common man. And he was anointed by God to be king of Jerusalem. He just didn’t know it yet. The youngest of 8 brothers, his father Jesse sent him off to take care of one of his flocks of sheep, and so Dave would spend many a fortnight by himself. Loneliness and heartache led David to sing to the Lord many songs, and cry out to Him for companionship. And what David found was that his life was filled with love, even as a lone shepherd. </div><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>“Alone?”</strong> David thought. <strong>“No. I am not alone. I have a constant friend in my God.” </strong></div><div><strong></strong><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320431354045530962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SdX4IK28A1I/AAAAAAAAANY/rirIux66NSc/s320/lesson2816.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>And this is the state in which Samuel found David. And it was in this state that a wise, old prophet, having seen many things, recognized that not but a lowly shepherd boy was the anointed of God. This boy had felt things, and would do things unimaginable. Samuel couldn’t explain it, but God had told him that David was Israel’s next king.<br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Here is where things start to get a little bit tricky. All I’ve done so far is explain what the story is about. Let me work my way back a little bit and explain. Saul appears to have no brokenness, while David appears to have quite a bit. And there’s Saul’s dilemma. You see, God is looking for brokenness, so Gene Edwards says, because He can take that brokenness, heal it, and fill it with His presence. So he had done to David. But Saul never gave Him that chance, and so Saul sought to remedy his jealousy by breaking David even more.<br /></div><div> </div><div>History has taught us that when someone gets hit, that person will always hit back. As Edwards’ likes to put it:<br /></div><div><strong>“When someone throws a spear at you, you wrench it out of the wall and you throw it back at them.”<br /></strong></div><br /><div>That isn’t brokenness. That is rage, that is response and that is retribution. History was accurate in all but one telling. Because David didn’t throw spears back. Even when he had the opportunity to, he didn’t throw them back. David knew that if he were to throw a spear back, he’d be just like Saul. Even if David could have overthrown Saul with the simple action of throwing the second punch, he wouldn’t do it, because nothing was worse than being like Saul.<br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>How can that be so? Saul was King of Jerusalem! KING! Ah, but friends, he would not open up his brokenness, he would not allow the presence of God to enter him and heal him and piece him back together. He tried to keep his image one of a strong man and a confident leader, while David lived in caves and became the laughing stock of Israel. But as he hid and cried and feared, so too did he learn to love God even more, and so, as years passed by, Saul’s insecurities led to his downfall, without David striking against him even once. Saul went so crazy that he did multiple things he swore on oath to God as king he would never do, and eventually killed himself. And so David, the ‘broken’ one, walked right into Jerusalem and took his place as God’s anointed king.<br /></div><div> </div><div>Do you see what it was that David understood, and what is was that Saul could not grasp in his mind? Their kingdom of Israel was insignificant in comparison to the Kingdom of God. David knew this, and therefore understood that all he truly needed was his relationship with the King of that Heaven. Saul didn’t understand that, and gave God the backseat as he pushed harder and harder to gain control of a land he was already in control of. This certainly begs the question then: “Who was really the broken one?” David may have been broken, but Saul, in his desperate attempt to avoid his brokenness, ended up breaking permanently.<br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>David was able to stick to the same principles he’d had as a shepherd and as a refugee when he became king, and while he certainly made many mistakes, some more horrible than others, he never lost sight of the fact that he was a broken man in the hands of a Healing Father, and it was because of this openheartedness that his reign over Jerusalem was so plentiful and protected. David conquered many foes, but never sought vengeance. Even when a second Saul entered his life, in the form of his own son, Absalom.<br /></div><div> </div><div>Absalom was a somebody. He was well respected. He was prince of Jerusalem. But he was not anointed by God to be king of Jerusalem. But Absalom wanted what David had. He failed to realize that David didn`t even want what David had. Edwards put it best in the form of an old man who served with David:<br /></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>“As far as David’s authority: Men who don’t have it talk about it all the time. Submit, submit! That’s all you hear. David had authority, but I don’t think that fact ever occurred to him. We were six hundred no-goods with a leader who cried a lot! That’s all we were!”</strong><br /></div><div> </div><div>You see, it was David’s brokenness that had gained him his authority. His subservience to the Lord guided him through grace into his position of authority. Absalom, like Saul, failed to realize this. And so he hid away his own brokenness, the brokenness of a son in the shadows of a father, and plotted and struck against David. What would you have done if you were David? With not but a single word David could have destroyed the work of Absalom, just as he could have obliterated Saul with the simple action of returning a thrown spear. But that would have turned him into Absalom. That would have turned him into Saul.<br /></div><div> </div><div>No. David did once again what nobody could understand, that I think, secretly, even he didn’t fully understand. He did nothing. He took hold of his brokenness, and gave it back to God. And sure enough, Absalom failed. He did battle with his father’s troops, unbeknownst to his father, and was killed, to the great dismay of David. Absalom’s shame mirrors Saul’s insanity, and in that we see the resonance of their brokenness.<br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div>So what does it mean to be broken? Does it mean to be lonely, despised, disrespected? Maybe. People certainly thought so of David. But I like to think that it was truly Saul and Absalom who were the broken ones. For you see, David took his hurts and his misfortunes and he gave them to God and God rewarded him for them. He guided him through the darkness and brought him into glory. Saul and Absalom refused to admit their brokenness, refused to admit that they might be weak, that they didn’t have authority, and so instead of receiving healing from God, they instead broke even more. One went insane. One hung from a tree by his hair. </div><div></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320431963577507634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SdX4rpir3zI/AAAAAAAAANg/8K9nLpS8Fjc/s320/Absalom2.jpg" border="0" /> So I invite you now to be like David. It certainly is the harder path to follow, but in the end, it is worth it. Embrace your brokenness. When you get hurt, let it hurt. When someone insults you, love them. When someone hits you, don’t throw a spear back at them. And who knows? Maybe one day you’ll become king too. One thing is for sure: If we hand our brokenness to God and let Him have it, we will certainly all become kings in the true Kingdom, that is, the Kingdom of Heaven.<br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>“And today, though I am the anointed king, I am weak”<br />2 Samuel 3: 39a</strong> <div><strong></div></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320432244764293378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SdX48BC1uQI/AAAAAAAAANo/LRTCYptKafE/s400/king_david_400x300.jpg" border="0" />T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-16764303792382150982009-03-28T00:48:00.000-07:002009-03-28T01:24:02.823-07:00Solomon's Colonnade<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/Sc3arDoH-dI/AAAAAAAAANA/08WUUx2Inbs/s1600-h/SolomonBuildingTemple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318147168237255122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/Sc3arDoH-dI/AAAAAAAAANA/08WUUx2Inbs/s320/SolomonBuildingTemple.jpg" border="0" /></a>Don’t think me weak since I obeyed.<br />For I am not so easily swayed.<br /><br />It weren’t your hand which made me made.<br />It was the Lamb whose blood you sprayed.<br />Hung on the tree now gone, decayed!<br />‘Twas not your life but His you bade.<br />And on that day in the ground you laid<br />An innocent one, <em>our</em> bill He paid.<br />He did it ‘cause He is our aid.<br />So let not a Hero’s memory fade.<br /><br />Or serve him, the darkness and the shade.<br />he would not, could not, make the grade.<br />In Paradise he could have stayed,<br />Now eternally in shadows he shall wade.<br />For Heaven’s Treasure he tried to raid,<br />Though not for diamonds, jewels or jade,<br />And lost and left with his parade,<br />To the Garden, to fool the maid.<br /><br />Don’t think me weak since I obeyed.<br />For I am not so easily swayed. <div><div>I heard a call upon which I bade,<br />And travelled to Solomon’s Colonnade.</div><div>'Twas here I learned about the trade:</div><div>'My life for His' and hence was made.</div><div>His Song through me will now be played.</div><div>"Through Jesus Christ can we be Saved!"</div></div>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-54159825971515083692009-03-21T19:25:00.000-07:002009-03-22T04:08:39.082-07:00Up, Up and AwaySo in traditional form of The Sister's Son, I've recently returned from a 6 month hiatus from my writings for no reason other than I had nothing to say. Well, that's not entirely true...<br /><br />The honest to God truth of it all is that I've been through a shit-ton of stuff since June 6 when I published my last article <a href="http://thesistersson.blogspot.com/2008/06/labeouf-connection.html">Labeouf Connection</a>. And I really mean that too. I'm talking flat-out spiritually inarguable, fantastical experiences with the God above and the Asshole below. I'm talking about heeding a call and moving myself to Hong Kong where I've been changed and remade several times over. And I'm talking about a little internet podcast called The Weekly Re-Brew.<br /><br />Shortly after the publication of Labeouf Connection, I travelled from my home in Calgary to Vancouver, where my plan was to visit with an old friend for a week, and then move myself over to Whistler (the ski resort) for another week to visit my dad. I was only half excited about this trip. My friend is a full-time missionary, having grown up in Pakistan preaching The Word with his family, and now having been involved in several missionary schools and trips, was only in Vancouver a short time before he headed into South Africa for another 9 months of doing the work of the Lord. I, on the other hand, was a burned out drop out on his way out to failure, not doing ANYTHING. I literally mean that. I would go to work for 10 hours a day to a job I loathed, and then spend my evenings getting loaded or high, and on the rare occasion that I stayed in that night, would engulf myself in television or DVDs and study them intrinsically in hopes that I would be inspired to write an article under the oh-so-clever pseudonym of The Sister's Son. In other words, I felt inadequate to my Vancouverite/Pakistani/Internationalite missionary friend, and certainly wasn't looking forward to having God shoved back in my face for what must be the 667th time in my life.<br /><br />But HE had different plans...<br /><br />First of all, I recognized that it was Seigneur Cannibis that was slowing me down to discovering where it was I wanted to go and what it was I wanted to do. So a week before leaving for Vancouver, I dropped it like I dropped school; without looking back. Of course, I'd neglected to realize that this missionary pal'o'mine wasn't exactly the drinking type, so when I got to Vancouver I found myself 100% completely sober for probably the first time in 6 months. And it was somewhat painful.<br /><br />Sure enough, he didn't hesitate even for a second when it came to telling me about God and that He loved me etc. etc. (You've heard it all before). But I was bitter. I won't go into it, but you can pretty much see in all of my previous writings that me and the Big Guy weren't quite seeing eye to eye. And not only that, but here is this old friend of mine (when all I wanted to do was catch up with him) preaching the Good News to me, and I was detoxing. The headaches didn't leave all week, and I sweated half my body weight out of my forehead alone.<br /><br />And then I started having dreams. Not just dreams, but VISIONS. They were so real, that to this day, 8 months later, I can still remember every image with a crystal clear distinction. I dreamt that I was in Hong Kong with my friend, and that I too was a missionary. It was an adventure and a half, and for those of you who have read my previous works, you won't be surprised to find out that I was in fact wearing the gear of <a href="http://thesistersson.blogspot.com/2008/05/indiana-jones-beginning-and-end.html">Indiana Jones</a>. It was enough to excite me, but not enough to push me out the door. I told my friend, and he jumped up and down with excitement like a 6 year old who got the golf set that he wanted for Christmas. Ok, that was me, but my friend still looked like that. He started telling me with no lack of exuberance about a Missions base out in Hong Kong, and of all the different areas of Asia that they were reaching out too. He failed to remember once again however, that I just didn't care. So I put it behind me, not forgetting however, the realness that was my dream.<br /><br />The next day, another missionary friend comes to stay, a petite American girl whose only negative virtue I could really list was that maybe she was TOO loving, if that's possible. As it turns out, missionaries tend to talk, and it didn't take long for this girl to learn about my dream, and it turned out that she'd visited this place in Hong Kong, and was now also trying to talk me into considering it. "Thank Christ," I thought, "that I'm outta here in two days."<br /><br />Nope.<br /><br />As it turned out, my dad had also had plans to chat with me about my future plans, and as he was as-of-yet unawares that I'd made up my mind to not finish my oh-so-redundant English major, I was nervous to talk to him. He's not exactly the most understanding guy when it comes to future plans and not following them under his direction. Few dads are from what I've gathered. So on my last night, having barely pulled through the week of swimming in my own sweaty clothes, intense headaches and way-too-real dreams, I was sitting across from this old friend of mine sharing a meal, and enjoying what should have been our last meal together for probably another year at least. I was just a stranded Calgarian while this man of God was traveling from Canada to South Africa to Nepal to who knows where. I told him about the upcoming conversation with my dad, and he told me that he'd like to pray for me.<br /><br />Let me say something <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRRMYV-YQbM">here</a>. Desperation is not a feeling or emotion unfamiliar to anyone reading this. How do I know that? Because its the only feeling familiar to us on an everyday basis. It's so easy to find this feeling, because it comes with sadness, lonliness, anger, hunger, constipation and diahrrea.<br /><br />And at this moment in this silly-themed hamburger joint named SOPHIE'S, sitting across from one of my oldest friends whose offering me the one kind of aid I don't want in this situation, I feel desperate. I had explosive diahrrea of the mind as it were. So I said YES to the prayer. So here I am, a synchromysticism studying English Major drop-out detoxing looking like he's recently just come inside from a rainy day from all of his sweat, praying with a missionary to Jesus Christ for help. And that wasn't even the oddest thing. What was odd was the prayer that was said:<br /><br /><strong>"God, please give [The Sister's Son] more time to find out what it is that he wants to do, what he's supposed to do. And give him the courage to talk to his dad about his plans, and help his dad to have understanding."</strong><br /><br />What I'm about to say is 100% true. Two. 2. Tah-oo. Two Minutes later, another friend comes running into the restaurant just as we're about to pay for the meal. Before I tell you what he says, let me describe to you the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Columbia_Highway_99">Sea-to-Sky Highway</a>...<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a6/Lions_Gate_Bridge_%28air%29.jpg" border="0" /><br />British Columbia is treasured by Canada because of how it looks. Put the natural resources, the Olympics and the people aside, this piece of land is gorgeous beyond compare. Vancouver is on a beautiful piece of oceanside property, and right behind it is incredible forestry and mountains. Now, the Sea-to-Sky highway's name must be starting to make sense to you if you were previously unaware of the characteristics of ol' BC. Now let me say this; Whistler, where my dad lives, is on the Sea-to-Sky Highway. Somewhere way up in the mountains. High enough that the Olympic skiers and boarders and bobsledders will all me darting down the mountainside come 2010.<br /><br />So here I am on the Sea End of the Sea-to-Sky, en route to the Sky, when this friend comes running in. He tells me this:<br /><br /><strong>"There's just been a massive landslide on the road to Whistler! Nobody was hurt, but the sound broke the windows of cars 30 kilometres away. It's 30 metres wide and 9 metres high. They say it's going to block the road for a week!"</strong><br /><br />What?<br /><br />Do you remember how many minutes it was before I first heard this sentence that it was prayed for something to give me more time? TWO! It suddenly seemed very clear to me that was God was trying to tell me something. Not only that, He was so annoyed that I wasn't already listening that he threw a MOUNTAIN at me! Fortunately I'm a great catch.<br /><br />Because I was going to be sticking around Vancouver for an extra week, I ended up that night going to see a man named<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YO_kd5T7Ga0"> Sokreaksa Himm</a>, who had survived and escaped the Killing Fields of Cambodia, and had since found God, forgiven the murderers of his family, and now planted churches among the country. I mean come on! How do you do that? I have trouble forgiving my 7 year old brother after he takes the last cookie from the counter before I even get one.<br /><br />I sat there and listened to this man, but all I could think about was this missionary friend, his missionary friend, and my missionary friend's missionary family's eye watching me from the corners of their eyes, already knowing that there was a next step for me to take, and how stupid must I be if I still don't realize it. I did realize it, and I took the next step.<br /><br />That night I applied to go to the Missions Base in Hong Kong. One month later I got accepted. 4 months after that, I left. During that time, I helped start and host a movie review podcast called The Weekly Re-Brew. Just as the time for me to leave approached it really started to take off, and get some attention. It was hard to leave it, but I wasn't about to ignore God again. Someone throws a mountain at you, you listen, all I'm gonna say. Leaving the show was really hard, but what I never told the other hosts was that I prayed for that show to work every day. Since leaving, they've received two official sponsors, a host website and are just as funny and entertaining to watch as they were to film with! Check it out <a href="http://www.weeklyrebrew.com/">here</a>!<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315901667093590722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/ScXgZsAFMsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0eWZ-Y9HkfU/s320/n546420256_5374516_579.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p>So now I'm in Hong Kong. I'm not gonna use this article to describe what I'm doing here. But The Sister's Son did not die in Calgary, and did not reform and vanish when he gave his life over to the Lord. No, instead he just has a few new view points (say that out loud, it's fun!), and it took him a while to start sharing them. So keep reading all, because I'm not ready to stop sharing.<br /><br />Wrong Way was Way Wright when he wrote <a href="http://wrongwaywizard.blogspot.com/2008/05/ferryboat-song.html">The Ferryboat Song</a>. And I'm here to say this. It Really Is Better On The Other Side. It feels like this...<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJ2o_z1UGXw&hl=" fs="1&color1=" color2="0xcd311b" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></p>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-43967698488319054982008-06-07T20:46:00.000-07:002008-11-12T22:22:03.081-08:00LaBeouf Connection<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE4HWnkzJAI/AAAAAAAAADs/OzkTlSO-Yio/s1600-h/shia2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE4HWnkzJAI/AAAAAAAAADs/OzkTlSO-Yio/s400/shia2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210109904076088322" border="0" /></a>Last summer we all watched in a purely adrenaline fueled fascination as Sam Witwicky was caught in the middle of an intergalactic civil war fought in an American downtown setting filled only with beautiful people. In order to protect the All-Spark, or the <a href="http://usnisa.org/cosmic_cube/mainmenu.html">Cosmic Cube</a> of Elohim, Sam runs to the roof tops with a lit flare in tow and the cube at his side. Sam holds the Magician's pose in order to flag down a friendly neighborhood helicopter. While his magick fails to save his propeller-propelled compatriots, Sam does succeed in saving the world and his Autobuddies from ultimate destruction.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE2-RRRd5tI/AAAAAAAAADU/cNs5mO_G5D0/s1600-h/maj01-719314.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE2-RRRd5tI/AAAAAAAAADU/cNs5mO_G5D0/s400/maj01-719314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210029547841251026" border="0" /></a><span>But </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Transformers</span> did more than not satisfy moviegoers everywhere, it set up the cinematic masterminds to use Shia LaBeouf as a connect-the-dots pattern to find the mysterious symbolism found in both his films and in particular his roles. This article intends to not only point out the dots of this puzzle but connect them to reveal an image that could help decipher the 9/11 mystery.<br /><br />The bumblebee is often a symbol for <span style="font-style: italic;">secret wisdom</span>, and in the case of Sam Witwicky's favorite Autobot, Bumblebee is a <span style="font-style: italic;">messenger between worlds</span>. Bumblebee is the first of the Autobots to come to Earth and quickly befriends and protects Sam from the dangers of the Decepticons. It is important to remember that in the building of trust between Sam and Bumblebee that the yellow and black striped transforming Camaro says that he is from the <span style="font-style: italic;">heavens</span>. He does NOT say space. It is only through human mistranslation that this assumption is made.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE3ApTq466I/AAAAAAAAADc/n9uA91rEkVY/s1600-h/bumblebee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE3ApTq466I/AAAAAAAAADc/n9uA91rEkVY/s320/bumblebee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210032159824866210" border="0" /></a>It is also important to note that it is Bumblebee who harnesses the All-Spark into a smaller, more compatible version of itself and insures that it is Sam (Shia) who is entrusted with it after Bumblebee is injured. This is important because as the messenger between worlds and the one who holds secret wisdom, Bumblebee's inability to properly speak through out the film doesn't stop him from showing the audience that Shia is the one who has the magic and will know what to do with Elohim's Matrix Cube.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE4HabQJYII/AAAAAAAAAD0/tZoLbWOXBLE/s1600-h/transformers_all_spark_cube_fx.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE4HabQJYII/AAAAAAAAAD0/tZoLbWOXBLE/s400/transformers_all_spark_cube_fx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210109969487716482" border="0" /></a>We now move ahead a year, to the release of <span style="font-style: italic;">Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull</span>. So ya ya ya, we get why Shia's name is Mutt in the movie. Good one George, nice and subtle. But the Son of Indy takes on another role, the role of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horus">Horus</a>. Horus, the Sky God, the distant one, the Conqueror of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Set_%28mythology%29">Set</a>.<br /><br />In my co-written article <a href="http://thesistersson.blogspot.com/2008/05/indiana-jones-beginning-and-end.html">Indiana Jones: The Beginning and the End</a> (written with The Wrong Way Wiz), we mention that Indy's putting back of the Crystal Skull on its skeleton is a ripple in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osiris">Osiris</a> myth.But it also places Dr. Jones <span style="font-style: italic;">in</span> the Osiris role. Similar to the way that Osiris is tricked into getting into a sarcophagus on the Nile River, so too is Indy fooled by the appearance of Doom-Town, and he quickly finds himself hiding in a lead-lined refrigerator/coffin in order to escape 'Ike''s nuclear blast. This is important to LaBeouf's characterization of Horus because as legend has it, Osiris is Horus' father.<br /><br />During the jungle chase and exciting incidents including man-eating ants, high-risen cliffs and monkeys who love The Beef, Mutt finds himself in a sword duel with Cate Blanchett, or should we say BlanSET. While dear, old dad is busy doing the driving and beating up of gigantic Soviet assholes, Indy Jr. not only manages to take the Crystal Skull (or all knowing box a.k.a. Cosmic Cube) away from Set, Horus also ends up with a scar directly under one of his eyes, very similar to the way Horus loses his eye in his battle with Set in Egyptian mythology. It is important to note that this chase sequence ends with our heroes traveling downstream and down(water)falls, reflecting again the Osiris myth.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE4HtGfZpZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kOwILh09nCA/s1600-h/wedjat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE4HtGfZpZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kOwILh09nCA/s320/wedjat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210110290332067218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">The All-Seeing Eye of Horus</span><br /></div><br />In <a href="http://aferrismoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_29.html">Trinity on all fours</a>, aferrismoon notes that BlanSet, while attempting to extract Indy's thoughts, points to the location of the Third Eye. She gives up almost immediately, but she wouldn't have found anything anyways, for two reasons:<br /><br />1. Indy actually doesn't have a clue what's going on<br /><br />and<br /><br />2. Indy isn't the one with the Third Eye, it's his charming son Horus who was bestowed with this gift.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE8jF5k-EwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iw69af17PtE/s1600-h/eyeshot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE8jF5k-EwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iw69af17PtE/s400/eyeshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210421878153155330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">"You're a hard man to read Dr. Jones" You're tellin' me sister.<br /></span></div><br />Jake Kotze, whose recent fascinating articles on Will Smith and his association with what can be called the 9/11 Mega-ritual, pointed out in his <a href="http://rundonotwalk.blogspot.com/2008/06/gemini.html">Gemini</a> article some interesting tidbits about Smith's upcoming film Hancock. Most notably is that a superhero is not at all dissimilar from being a <span style="font-style: italic;">modern day god</span>, which in turn would make Hancock related to the Horus of yore. In the picture below, note that Hancock's hat has an Eagle image in the Third Eye location.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9HuuqOLPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rLZeN3Hku8k/s1600-h/hancock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9HuuqOLPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rLZeN3Hku8k/s320/hancock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210462162015628530" border="0" /></a>The Eagle, a hunting bird, is not entirely nay significantly diverse from another bird of prey: the Falcon, a.k.a. Horus, the Sky God (An interesting side piece, the Eagle is often used as a symbol for the Christian God as well). The shape of the eagle is also associated with Scorpio (as Kotze points out) and points out to the Galactic Center, or Stargate resonator. And while that's all fine and dandy for Kotze's Will 2K connect-the-dots, how does it fit into LaBeouf Connection? The answer is in the eyes.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Exhibit A</span> - Hancock's sunglasses; they are an odd looking piece of facial apparel. Reflecting off of them is a Manhattan skyline with a glorious sunrise, representing the awakening of the Stargate or the bright piercing of the heavenly seal. But perhaps more significantly to this argument, the glasses resemble strongly the eyes of the Crystal Skull of Akator found on the <span style="font-style: italic;">Indy 4</span> poster, as well as making Hancock's head look like Aleister Crowley's pen pal Lam.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9jgFWds4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/wyPDZY9B8wo/s1600-h/indiana_jones_and_the_kingdom_of_the_crystal_skull_ver2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9jgFWds4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/wyPDZY9B8wo/s400/indiana_jones_and_the_kingdom_of_the_crystal_skull_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210492696734315394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Exhibit B</span> - Both Hancock and Mutt Williams play the Horus figure in their respective summer blockbusters. The eagle on Hancock's hat and the scar under the eye of Shia represent the Eye of Horus. The eagle is also strongly associated with Scorpio, and LaBeouf is stung and consequently crawled on by scorpions. To an unsuspecting viewer, this short scene ends as quickly as it begins, seemingly insignificant. It of course isn't. This is a direct clue into the true nature behind the characters of The Beefy One.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Exhibit C</span> - Kotze's revelations of Will 2K's associations with the 9/11 incident, paying particular attention to the twin towers of today's letter: H, and the piercing of the sky by Sam Witwicky's flare in <span style="font-style: italic;">Transformers</span> are both indirect images of Isis, piercing the sky with her crown/sword.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9a2NJ0O_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RnhdxRDssgw/s1600-h/statue_of_liberty_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9a2NJ0O_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RnhdxRDssgw/s320/statue_of_liberty_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210483181181221874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Exhibit D</span> - On September 26, Shia's new movie <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1059786/">Eagle Eye</a> will be released.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9Li4URZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/IXchcATOruA/s1600-h/eagleeye1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9Li4URZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/IXchcATOruA/s320/eagleeye1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210466356496001010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Eagle Eye</span></div><br />Time to draw a few connecting lines. My good friend Wrong Way's latest piece <a href="http://wrongwaywizard.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-that-ate-manhattan.html">The God That Ate Manhattan</a> made outstanding insights into the 9/11 consciousness magnifying ritual through a focused attention to ENERGY via ORANGES. He was also the one who pointed out that Indiana Jones = MAN with HAT ON = Manhattan. Now a combination of both MANHATTAN + ENERGY naturally brings to mind the 9/11 incident. But while that event was both horrific and devastating, the second combination of ORANGE + INDIANA JONES will be the raising of the Freedom Tower with its bright light shining high in the sky, which is surely to be illuminating and wondrous. A <span style="font-style: italic;">sunburst</span> exactly like the one in Hancock's sunglasses.<br /><br />In the opening chase sequence of <span style="font-style: italic;">Indy 4</span>, before he makes his escape Dr. Jones is asked if he has any defiant last words. He says, "I Like Ike," referring of course to President Dwight "Ike" Eisenhower. Returning to the refrigerated sarcophagus Indy finds himself in, the bomb that causes his trouble has that same phrase painted across it. Indy's line reveals to us the burst of ENERGY in MANHATTAN as Indy himself finds himself completely encompassed by the blow of "I Like Ike."<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9R7r9R8lI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hEgbQ51Wgpk/s1600-h/Bottle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9R7r9R8lI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hEgbQ51Wgpk/s320/Bottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210473379744838226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Thanks to aferrismoon for the availability of this picture<br /></span></div><br />And before we even saw him as the Son of Manhattan, Shia LaBeouf was taking the form of the ENERGY by raising his flare sky high in <span style="font-style: italic;">Transformers</span>. As he looks down from his perch in the heavens, the Falcon God Horus can see the true meaning behind the <a href="http://skepdic.com/nazca.html">Nazca crop circles</a>. It is important to remember here that Bumblebee said he was from the <span style="font-style: italic;">heavens</span> AND that Indiana Jones and Professor Oxley mention that the crop circles can only be read from "up there" and that the aliens did not go to space, but "to the space between spaces."<br /><br />While looking up to the heavens ourselves in anticipation of the 2012 event, we can finally finish our connect-the-dots puzzle. The constellations take their place as the dots to our connect-the-...<br /><br />For starters, there's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorado">Dorado</a>, which can be translated to mean Goldfish or Swordfish. Now, another name for Akator is El Dorado, the City of Gold. This is significant because it is Shia who enlists the help of Indy in search of this city. Remember that Gold can relate to Crown which can be retranslated to Sword which all refer to Isis.<br /><br />Next we have <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orion_%28constellation%29">Orion</a>. Orion is referred to or thought of as The Great Hunter. Indiana Jones could be thought of as a hunter as he "hunts" for important artifacts, and Orion is not dissimilar from Osiris. Orion is also bordered by Kotze's Gemini.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9cJYo3VjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/n5ra1sn1mPU/s1600-h/OrionUranometria.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9cJYo3VjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/n5ra1sn1mPU/s320/OrionUranometria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210484610193380914" border="0" /></a>And lastly, and perhaps most importantly, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scorpius">Scorpius</a>. Scorpions stung Horus on the hand, and Indy/Osiris/Orion is the one who says that if a big one stings you it's no big deal but if a little one gets you, "don't keep it to yourself." Indy says this because in legend Scorpius is the beast that finally killed The Great Hunter Orion. Scorpius is a reference to Cate BlanSET.<br /><br />If you've read <a href="http://thesistersson.blogspot.com/2008/05/indiana-jones-beginning-and-end.html">Indiana Jones: The Beginning and the End</a> than you will remember the resonating theme of resurrection. Remember as well that it was Set who killed Osiris and Horus who killed Set in revenge. Indy finds himself in the middle of the Doom-Town excitement because of BlanSet a.ka. Scorpius, and has to be "resurrected." But when the scorpion stings Horus, he only gets a scratch under the EYE and vanquishes his foe in the end when he gets away with the Crystal Skull during the Jungle Chase.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9XGF53sdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5v8_LEE3jUY/s1600-h/Fridge%2BCoffin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9XGF53sdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5v8_LEE3jUY/s400/Fridge%2BCoffin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210479056066687442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">The resurrection of The Great Hunter Orion<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">And our finished picture is... the bird! The champion Horus, father to the pharoahs and thus to us all, the Conqueror of Set... <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abraxas">ABRAXAS</a>. The chicken just idly waiting for that damn egg to break, and to open that Stargate at last.<br /><br />LaBeouf taking on the roles of both Isis in <span style="font-style: italic;">Transformers</span> and Horus in <span style="font-style: italic;">Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull</span> is the real connection! It's revealing and entertaining persona is in fact a riddle riddled with the anticipation of that fateful day, when the Chosen One will reveal himself to us all.<br /><br />And so I ask... are you watching closely?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9ffDthdzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nY-N0lXCyN0/s1600-h/Abraxas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SE9ffDthdzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nY-N0lXCyN0/s400/Abraxas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210488281067779890" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-36557055574050731522008-05-26T11:47:00.000-07:002008-11-12T22:22:03.854-08:00Do Televangelists Dream of Electric Imps?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDst0Yp6S2I/AAAAAAAAACk/8ESlWFGTFQI/s1600-h/nibiru_and_the_anunnaki2.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDst0Yp6S2I/AAAAAAAAACk/8ESlWFGTFQI/s400/nibiru_and_the_anunnaki2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204804172351425378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">"I lifted you from the tomb world just now and I will continue to lift you until you lose interest and want to quit. But you will have to stop searching for me because I will never stop searching for you."<br /> - Philip K. Dick, <span style="font-style: italic;">Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?</span></span><br /><br />Is it a coincidence that the Pope's recent confirmation that it is A-Ok to believe in Aliens comes only shortly after a much rumoured space story had been spread: that the First Phase of the Milky Way's 12th Planet Nibiru is Due in the Fall of 2009? I think not.<br /><br />Televangelists <a href="http://www.jvim.com/">Jack and Rexella Van Impe</a> have been, for the last 7 years or so, preaching almost exclusively about the coming Rapture and have recently narrowed down the date to the Inca calendar prediction of December 21, 2012. They then continue to quote the Bible as frivolously and emphatically as possible. Yet there is something out of place with these evangelical telemarketers. In other words, there's more to the Van Impes than meets the eye.<br /><br />The name "Impe" is derived from the word "imp," a fairy-like creature often compared to a demon. Imps, in fact, have often been the name bestowed upon the attendants of Satan. The character of Pan has also been categorized as an imp in some cases, although Pan is Hellenic, not Germanic. But wait a minute, the faun is also considered one of the attendants of Lucifer is it not?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDsuVIp6S3I/AAAAAAAAACs/9pQWEvNfGF8/s1600-h/300px-Vrubel_pan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDsuVIp6S3I/AAAAAAAAACs/9pQWEvNfGF8/s320/300px-Vrubel_pan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204804734992141170" border="0" /></a>In <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0457430/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Pan's Labyrinth</span></a>, Pan is sent to the Earthly realm to help the Princess of Hell complete three tasks so that she can return home, in other words, so she can go to Hell. Pan's assistants are also fairy-like creatures, or "Imps". Together, the imp-like titular character and his impish friends make up a Messenger for Satan. Believe me, this goes deeper, or should I say, higher?<br /><br />In his novel <span style="font-style: italic;">Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? </span><span>(which conveniently takes place in 2021)</span>, Philip K. Dick writes of a character named J.R. Isidore, a human who was so effected by the "dust" that he was unable to emigrate off of Earth to Mars. Because of this he is called a "chickenhead." There is a scene in the book where Isidore, so tortured by the idea of life and death, falls into the tomb world where he sees dead things coming back to life, and is then brought back to life. Let's dissect shall we?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDsuvYp6S4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/cCmgVRWdWP0/s1600-h/bladerunner500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDsuvYp6S4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/cCmgVRWdWP0/s320/bladerunner500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204805185963707266" border="0" /></a>The name Isidore can literally be translated to mean "gift of Isis." Now, the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_Tower">Freedom Tower</a>, which has an expected completion date in either 2011 or 2012, will have a huge light on the top of it which will appear to pierce the sky. It will also stand directly in between where Towers 1 and 2 stood. In this picture of Isis, we can see that she stood between two pillars as well.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDsvb4p6S5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DXC-II6fQbk/s1600-h/345px-RWS_Tarot_02_High_Priestess.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDsvb4p6S5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DXC-II6fQbk/s320/345px-RWS_Tarot_02_High_Priestess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204805950467885970" border="0" /></a>And what will appear in the sky when it is pierced by the light of Isis? Why, her gift of course: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abraxas">Abraxas</a>, the <span style="font-style: italic;">chickenhead</span>. Isidore's resurrection is symbolic of the coming construction and lifting of the Freedom Tower into the sky to reveal to us the chickenhead.<br /><br />Isidore's initials, J.R., also remind us of Jack and Rexella, the foreboders of what is to come.<br /><br />Let's move back to Nibiru for a minute. It is said that the dwarf-star's complete orbit takes roughly 3600 years and that it should start to appear in our Southern Skies in Fall of 2009. As Van Demigod will tell you, this will cause 36 months of devastation and havoc for our planet. Which means that it all ends, in whatever way, at the end of 2012.<br /><br />With the expectation of devastation and illumination ahead of us, the question still remains: what does this have to do with aliens? Well, let's just ask Dr. Rex.<br /><br />Dr. Rexella Van Impe is a peculiar woman to say the least. If you were to only hear her talk you would think you were listening to your run-of-the-mill, every day Apocalypse preaching evangelist. <span style="font-style: italic;">Sigh...</span> But then, when you see her, she has the same pear shaped head of say, oh I don't know, LAM? And the female messenger has yet another meaning behind her name as well.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDswAYp6S6I/AAAAAAAAADE/ztPxC5KMPoA/s1600-h/118324337_5511909658.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDswAYp6S6I/AAAAAAAAADE/ztPxC5KMPoA/s320/118324337_5511909658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204806577533111202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDswQYp6S7I/AAAAAAAAADM/bG8LCzsIY-c/s1600-h/Lam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDswQYp6S7I/AAAAAAAAADM/bG8LCzsIY-c/s320/Lam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204806852411018162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Rex meaning King, Ella meaning Light. She is the King of Light. The light refers to transmittance of the sun's blaze on to the planets, and in particular, its increasing glare on Nibiru, the 12th planet, Planet X. Rexella is the King of Nibiru! And she is here on Earth spreading the message of the Rapture because she knows when, where and how it will take place. She is in fact, the overseer of the Rapture itself!<br /><br />With all of this in tow, it is important to remember the root meaning of the word "Nibiru": ferry or crossing. The arrival of Nibiru, coinciding with the rising of the Freedom Tower <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> the crossing!<br /><br />Gee, I hope I make it to the other side <a href="http://wrongwaywizard.blogspot.com/2008/05/ferryboat-song.html">alive</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"The doors of heaven and hell are adjacent and identical."<br /> - Nikos Kazantzakis, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Last Temptation of Christ</span></span>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-90884472577180578132008-05-24T15:20:00.000-07:002008-11-12T22:22:04.673-08:00Indiana Jones: The Beginning and the End<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDi36op6SxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6h62uVGEozs/s1600-h/indiana.article.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDi36op6SxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6h62uVGEozs/s320/indiana.article.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204111587400108818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">"I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last."<br /> - Revelation 22: 13</span><br /><br />In almost every religion or belief system is the promise that we will live again. Scratch that. Every religion. The origin of the religious interests of all peoples is at the heart of the adventurous spirit of Indiana Jones. Our investigation follows Indy step by step through his latest escapade in <span style="font-style: italic;">Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull</span>.<br /><br />Let's start where every story starts - the setting, namely, an American desert, 1957.<br /><br />You have to wonder whether the scientist in Dr. Jones would have noticed a subtle change on the American symbolic landscape in the early 1950's: namely the appearance of the Babalon Star.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDiZQIp6StI/AAAAAAAAABc/3K1ZsQ9wVek/s1600-h/nevada_highway_patrol.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDiZQIp6StI/AAAAAAAAABc/3K1ZsQ9wVek/s320/nevada_highway_patrol.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204077871906835154" border="0" /></a>Throughout the early 50's, the police installations in major American desert areas adopted the use of a seven pointed star for its shield. You will find these appearing at this time in California, Nevada, Arizona, Utah and Texas. Now, as all tin hats know, there were two distinguished happenings in these desert areas at this time: the testing of nuclear weapons and the alleged discovery of alien wreckage. Please note that around this time Americans and indeed people of the world were being conditioned to the alien presence in such classic films as <span style="font-style: italic;">The Day The Earth Stood Still </span>which came out, coincidentally, in 19<span style="font-weight: bold;">51</span>.<br /><br />Putting first glances and obvious arguments aside, a deeper look into the coinciding happenings of the outer-worldly appearances and the changing of the police shield from 5 or 6 points to the never before used 7 pointed star reveals all. Perhaps more than you want to know.<br /><br />The key number is 51. Alien buffs and U.F.O.-headz do not need further schooling. Would you be shocked to know that the number of degrees separating the points of a 7 pointed circle is 51 degrees? OK. Keeners will note this is not an exact figure. The exact figure is 51.42857.<br /><br />Late May 13th, Catholic periodical The Roman Observer reported that Pope Benedict and the Church at large accept the possibility of intelligent life off-earth. This report went worldwide May 14, 2008. Please note that May 14, 2008 fits our key figure to the third decimal. 5-14-2xx8. This leaves us with the 57, the remaining digits, which brings us back to Dr. Jones.<br /><br />'57 is not only the year of Indy's close encounter of the third kind, it is also the exact number of years since 1951. 1951 plus 57 years is 2008. The auspicious year of the papal announcement that aliens are ok, and just one week before Indy's return to the big screen. Icing on the cake: later this year the release of the remake of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0970416/"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Day The Earth Stood Still</span></a>.<br /><br />Sweeter still, consider that the digits 1, 9, 5 and 7 total 22. 22 is an occult number of supreme significance. Do your own research but we give you this tidbit: 22 over 7, which is the integral fraction used to denote Pi, produces the same repeating decimal strand as in 51.42857: namely, 3.142857. The number <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/142857_%28number%29">142857</a> has magickal properties to delight the mind. It is a cyclical number which is especially significant in the light of the Alpha and the Omega sequence that promises resurrection. The theme of resurrection is critical to the theme of Indy's adventure.<br /><br />The word "Return" is the pivot to Indiana's resurrection. Not only is it a strongly repeated word through out the entire film, it even merits a title selection on the soundtrack. Indy's "return" is represented three times within the film's first thirty minutes. First, by the appearance of the film itself. It's been 20 damn years after all, since the so-called 'Last Crusade'. Second, we are introduced to the older and wiser Indy as his disheveled corpus is pulled from the trunk of an army Studebaker. And finally, he will emerge from a lead-lined refrigerator would-be coffin that saves him from the certain death of Oppenheimer's Doom-Town countdown.<br /><br />But the "return" is not exclusive to Indy, as he himself points out in the film. The task to return the Crystal Skull to its rightful place leads Indy and his audience into the revelation of the Last Supper and resurrection, encoded as 13 aliens at rest becoming One Living Alien who ascends to the heavens at the film's climax.<br /><br />The revelation of which we speak is by no means just any revelation, but <span style="font-style: italic;">the</span> revelation. This is supported by some good old fashioned synchro-mystic resonating. We accept that Aragorn, <span style="font-style: italic;">the King who Returns</span>, is a simulacrum of King Arthur, <span style="font-style: italic;">the once and future King.</span> Please consider the following with appropriate amazement: actor John Hurt was the voice of Aragorn in Ralph Bakshi's animated <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077869/"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Lord of the Rings</span></a>. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDi6hYp6SyI/AAAAAAAAACE/r0aY_lfyst4/s1600-h/lotr-bree.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDi6hYp6SyI/AAAAAAAAACE/r0aY_lfyst4/s200/lotr-bree.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204114452143295266" border="0" /></a>Hurt further resonates King Arthur as Harold Oxley in <span style="font-style: italic;">Indy IV</span>. It is in his role as Magnanimous Cuckold that this connection is proven. For just as King Arthur was cuckolded by his adventurous friend Lancelot, so will Oxley be cuckolded when Indy marries Oxley's stand-in wife Marion Ravenwood.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDi8g4p6S1I/AAAAAAAAACc/bjNBQPrRdgg/s1600-h/11175-5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDi8g4p6S1I/AAAAAAAAACc/bjNBQPrRdgg/s320/11175-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204116642576616274" border="0" /></a>The resolution of our resonation resounds as John Hurt's Professor Broom from <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0167190/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hellboy</span></a>. We remind that the climax of <span style="font-style: italic;">Hellboy</span> is concerned with Biblical Revelation and the memory of Professor Broom hangs heavy over the scene. Should we be at all surprised to find Hurt/Broom/Oxley embroiled with pesky Russians as he was in <span style="font-style: italic;">Hellboy</span> at the end of <span style="font-style: italic;">Crystal Skull</span>? For as the aliens escape the surly bonds of Earth, leaving no trace of their passing, Professor Oxley quips, "Like a <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">broom</span></span> to their footprints".<br /><br />Upon his discovery of Akator, the place in which he is instructed to return the Crystal Skull, Indiana Jones finds himself in a room filled to the brim of its fedora with artifacts of every religion and culture. Indy jumps to an immediate conclusion, "They're archaeologists" and he is mistaken. It is not that the aliens have come to Earth to collect knowledge from us or learn our different teachings, it is that they have bestowed all of them <span style="font-style: italic;">upon</span> us. They are the ones who have the knowledge to which we all aspire. That is why in all of his adventures, the powers of each artifact Indy seeks is real.<br /><br />The movie seems to say that to gain the knowledge of these aliens that we too could ascend to higher knowledge or another dimension or who-knows-what?. However, because it is Professor Oxley's and Professor Jones' return of a missing piece to its whole that the story of <span style="font-style: italic;">Crystal Skull</span> proves a ripple of the myth of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osiris">Osiris</a>, who was also troubled by a certain missing piece. Images of Osiris show a remarkable resemblance to the Crystal Skull we examine.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDi1_op6SwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bj0im9Y9HGo/s1600-h/osiris16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDi1_op6SwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bj0im9Y9HGo/s320/osiris16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204109474276199170" border="0" /></a><br /><br />All of this in a single bite ought to prove, as it does to the authors of this piece, that <span style="font-style: italic;">Kingdom of the Crystal Skull </span>is a nigh on to blatant initiation into the ancient mysteries of Babalon.<br /><br />And the candle on our cake... Aleister Crowley. Crowley of course designed the 7 pointed Babalon Star seen here.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDil0Ip6SuI/AAAAAAAAABk/X0eWWI4pYfU/s1600-h/Babalon_seal.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDil0Ip6SuI/AAAAAAAAABk/X0eWWI4pYfU/s400/Babalon_seal.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204091684521659106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Take a look at Crowley's good buddy <a href="http://www.excludedmiddle.com/LAMstatement.html">LAM</a>, seen below, with whom Crowley claimed to communicate. Get it through your SKULL! We're not talking about fiction here.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDimBYp6SvI/AAAAAAAAABs/zEeubHrzZUc/s1600-h/Lam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/SDimBYp6SvI/AAAAAAAAABs/zEeubHrzZUc/s320/Lam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204091912154925810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Written by The Sister's Son and <a href="http://wrongwaywizard.blogspot.com/">The Wrong Way Wizard</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This article is rated 23% Evil and 77% Good by <a href="http://homokaasu.org/gematriculator/default.gas">The Sect of Homokaasu</a></span>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-27519043332769313522008-03-30T14:25:00.000-07:002008-11-12T22:22:05.297-08:00The Key to Reserva: Clash of the Titans<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/R_AKnefN6FI/AAAAAAAAABM/iDS8BfZT1PA/s1600-h/ScorseseMartin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/R_AKnefN6FI/AAAAAAAAABM/iDS8BfZT1PA/s200/ScorseseMartin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183654844418615378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/R_AKSOfN6EI/AAAAAAAAABE/N7lH-38gLlY/s1600-h/Alfred-Hitchcock-Photograph-C12150823.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/R_AKSOfN6EI/AAAAAAAAABE/N7lH-38gLlY/s200/Alfred-Hitchcock-Photograph-C12150823.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183654479346395202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I recently stumbled upon an incredible short film called "The Key to Reserva." Get this: It is a <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000217/">Martin Scorsese</a> directed picture based devotedly on three and a half perfectly preserved pages of an <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000033/">Alfred Hitchcock</a> film.<br /><br />Scorsese makes a few statements at the beginning of the short about how he means to precisely follow Hitchcock's advice. In other words, this is Martin Scorsese's Alfred Hitchcock movie. Check it out <a href="http://www.scorsesefilmfreixenet.com/">here</a>.T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400141222115232750.post-57513020012088190202007-06-25T13:45:00.000-07:002008-11-12T22:22:05.486-08:00Chocolatey Secrets of the Rabbit's Egg<div><a href="http://www.mostmerciful.com/last%20supper-in%20color.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 276px; height: 162px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.mostmerciful.com/last%20supper-in%20color.jpg" border="0" height="110" /></a>There lies in the lies of Christian lore an exuberant amount of creativity. By that I mean that there is so much creativity found within Christian lore that not only are the authors able to spin and weave such wicked tales, the Catholic stooges have hidden well their deepest, darkest secrets, and they've done so by hiding them in <em>the</em> Word. That's right. The Holy Scripture. The Book of Life. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bible">The God Damned Bible.<br /></a><br />Before we jump into this pool of knowledge, we'll have to climb the <a href="http://www.thelemapedia.org/images/9/97/Treeoflife0.gif">Tree of Life</a>. The Da'ath.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div>Consider if you will, the construction of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_Tower">Freedom Tower</a>, <a href="http://blogs.indiewire.com/reverseshot/archives/united%2093.jpg">the Emerald City</a>, a tower which will illuminate the heavens for the entire world to see. For more on the subject, please take direction towards The Wrong Way Wizard's blog <a href="http://wrongwaywizard.blogspot.com/2007/06/golden-arse.html">'The Golden Arse.'</a></div><br /><div>The tower is (drum roll please) Isis!... isisisisis...?... that's right, the Queen of the Throne, the Egyptian goddess, The High Preistess. The one who wears the Crown.</div><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 131px; height: 201px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.learntarot.com/bigjpgs/maj02.jpg" border="0" height="271" />Notice the letters on the pillars between Isis in the image above. B & J. A good old-fashioned BJ, of which I'm personally a big fan of. But also, <a href="http://www.mystae.com/restricted/streams/scripts/pillars.html">Boaz and Jachin</a>, the two pillars originally mentioned in First Kings. </div><br /><div></div><div>Jachin - "He Establishes"</div><br /><div>Boaz - "In Him is Strength"</div><br /><div>We've entered into insanity I realize, but don't get off of your bike yet cuz the wheel's just started spinnin'. </div><br /><div>The High Priestess sits between Jachin and Boaz, the Freedom Tower stands between the World Trade Towers... are we beginning to get a glimpse at what I'm getting at here? Upon completion, the Freedom Tower, the Crown of Isis will pierce the sky and reveal to us Abraxas. </div><br /><div>Abraxas: the <a href="http://www.museum.state.il.us/exhibits/symbols/images/usseal.jpg">Chicken</a> who won't come out of his egg. Again, for further information, turn to <a href="http://wrongwaywizard.blogspot.com/2007/06/golden-arse.html">'The Golden Arse.'</a></div><br /><div>We now know why Abraxas, or why Jesus, the ol' J-Bone, won't come out of the egg, simply because should he break through the egg, the rest of us die. One sperm lives, 6.6 billion die.</div><br /><div>We come back to the intricate web woven by the Keepers of the Secrets. We come back to early spring, and we celebrate <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter">Easter</a>.</div><br /><div>Putting aside the fact that Easter is in reality just an even more horrific version of <a href="http://www.thepassionofthechrist.com/splash.htm">'The Passion of the Christ,'</a> it is celebrated by the searching, discovering and eating of chocolate eggs, chocolate chickens and of course, chocolate rabbits. Apparently the best way to thank the Lord for His ultimate sacrifice is to obtain as many cavities as possible in the span of 4 days. </div><br /><div>Ok, so we've established what Easter is... so let's crack its shell and fry it with some butter. We can do it in 4 easy steps. For more info, order my recipe book, which also contains the secret directions to the <a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoID=954692341">Rabbit's Hole</a>.</div><br /><div>1. The crucifix. Christ in his infamous spread eagle pose, sacrificing His life to save ours. Or is he pointing to something else altogether? Allow this comparison.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://academics.triton.edu/faculty/fheitzman/freedom%20tower%202.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="http://www.coptic.net/pictures/Icon.Crucifix-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://www.coptic.net/pictures/Icon.Crucifix-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/RoCHTLm1kwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nm117u6dDpk/s1600-h/maj02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080209143276868354" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rgcwpccrks0/RoCHTLm1kwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nm117u6dDpk/s200/maj02.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Isis sits between Jachin and Boaz, between God's establishment and His Strength. She wears a crucifix on Her chest.</div></div><br /><div>Christ is on the crucifix, and if you look He is pointing to the left and to the right.</div><br /><div>The Freedom Tower stands directly in the middle of the former standing points of the World Trade Towers, directly between Jachin and Boaz. </div><br /><div>... Christ <em>is</em> Isis! Christ couldn't have died for our sins, because He hasn't even been born yet! Should He be born, He'd have no one to sacrifice Himself for because He'd have already killed us! The story of Christ, is in fact, the story of Isis, pointing to the heavenly above to where Christ is actually hiding.</div><br /><div>Still not convinced? On to step numero dos. </div><br /><div>2. The egg. Several, if not all of us, started as a single cell organism known as a '<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sperm">sperm</a>.' In high school biology we're taught that the sperm breaks through the egg after winning a race against millions of other sperm. It is then that the egg develops and a child is born blah, blah, blah... but what happens to the multitude of losing sperm? Why the gas chamber of course!</div><br /><div>So when Christ was ready to break through the egg, what did He realize? That upon entry into the egg, the rest of us would have to have died. It's simply the way of the world.</div><br /><div>"He who would be born must destroy a world." - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermann_Hesse">Herman Hesse</a></div><br /><div>May I offer you a Chocolate egg? No? Perhaps because during the <a href="http://www.mostmerciful.com/last%20supper-in%20color.jpg">Last Supper</a>, Christ makes metaphors to eating His body and drinking His blood? Not metaphors my friends. </div><br /><div></div><div>3. The chicken. What came first, the chicken or the egg? The answer... the egg. Simply put, when revealed to us, Abraxas will still be in the egg. Don't make me quote Hesse again.</div><br /><div></div><div>4. 4 days. It took one day for Christ to die. It took 3 days before he could rise again. 4 days. </div><br /><div></div><div>"<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daleth">Daleth</a> is a horizontal line which is the Heavenly Ceiling, supported by a vertical/phallic stroke. The complete meaning is: Doorway or Stargate. Daleth is truly neither. It is rather the illusion of boundlessness as a Cosmological Light Show cast upon an invisible black screen (Space)."</div><div> - <a href="http://wrongwaywizard.blogspot.com/">The Wrong Way Wizard</a></div><br /><div></div><div>The 4 isn't a coinkidink I assure you. It isn't even a coincidence. The Daleth represents the path to the Heavenly Ceiling, and the 4 days of Easter Weekend, represent the Daleth.</div><div> </div><div>A bright light shines, a secret revealed and... hey my eggs are done!</div><br /><div></div></div></div></div>T.S. Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00453577798766131522noreply@blogger.com3