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Post by Goldenfleeced on Oct 3, 2014 18:36:55 GMT
To begin this particular thread, I'd like to take a remark by another poster, on another forum, that was related to me in a conversation recently to the effect that this poster believed that 'Eve' wrote the book of Genesis...
Now, on the 'face' of it that seems somewhat unlikely to most people, but the truth is... that's probably true, in more ways than one. Let's see if I can explain this for you, in a way that will 'relate' to all levels of 'truth,' which we must take for our 'substantiation,' or 'proof,' in the absence of our actual bodily presence in that time and place; and that's just not possible, is it...?
But, to 'begin' this thread... all about 'Eve'... I would like to give you this, from the book known as the 'Holy of Holies'... the Song of Songs... or, the Song of Solomon... and Solomon brings us back to the Temple, and temple-builders, but I digress... slightly...
This is Chapter 8, beginning with verse 4:
...I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
May 'God' bless the reading of the Word...
And may we finally find our 'understanding'...
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Post by Goldenfleeced on Oct 3, 2014 18:59:52 GMT
In this short piece, 'he' (the lover) speaks to 'her'... (the beloved)... he 'describes' her... in somewhat 'flowery' terms, or, as a 'tree,' perhaps, and a 'vine'...
From Chapter 7:
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Listen, now, as 'she' speaks again...
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
If you have not begun to suspect yet, this book is not referred to as the 'Holy of Holies' for no Good reason...
I believe that it is probably the most 'accurate' description, or portrayal, if you Will, of the 'original' 'Divine' 'pair'... and their relationship... after the 'Fall' in the 'garden' (so-called, but I intend to show that it was more of a 'separation,' in Truth, and that all of this is about 'recognizing' that)... but, more importantly, it is the story of their 'reunion'...
In Truth...
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Post by Goldenfleeced on Oct 3, 2014 19:21:41 GMT
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it. 14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. Now, immediately, I see something here that sounds familiar... There are two vineyards... one is "Solomon's" and one belongs to Her; she is giving 'him' a thousand, and the 'keepers of the fruit' two hundred... that makes 1200... and 1200 x 2 (vineyards, so to speak) =24. Yep. Now, if we consider each 'vineyard' as a 'pillar' that represents 12, we see that, as I explained earlier, there are 10 'levels' on each side (polarity) which are 'accessible,' and then there is the 11th (representing the 23-no-man's-land), and the 12th, 'Crown'-ing' level of Mind... Two vineyards now... two pillars... two polarities... Two 'faces' of 'God'... that are now in 'opposition' to each other, rather than 'opposite forces' in 'union'... This was the consequences of 'division'... and all She really wanted... Was to 'see' her 'better half'... to hold it... and adore it... to speak, and to be spoken to... To be Loved. Oh, deer...  |
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Post by Goldenfleeced on Oct 3, 2014 19:42:33 GMT
From Chapter 2: I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.Now, once again... with 'understanding'... Humming 'Every Rose Has Its Thorn'... Youtube seems unresponsive; well, it's time to go, anyway. Have a thoughtful day... ...and may the 'force' be with you... Lolol... |
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Post by ayraman on Oct 4, 2014 6:26:36 GMT
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Post by ayraman on Oct 4, 2014 6:33:57 GMT
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Post by Goldenfleeced on Oct 4, 2014 7:21:57 GMT
Now, let's see if we can 'illustrate' this passage with something that is already somewhat 'familiar'... I think I can. She is 'leaning upon her beloved'... but why? I'm certain that she is no way halt or lame... so... why? I ask that question a lot,- in some ways, I am very much a 'pesky' little kid... lol... The 'good news' is, sometimes I get an answer... and I think this is it... You see that, in the illustration, 'she' is effectively 'leaning' upon 'her beloved,' and this is, of course, the alchemical Rebus, which is the symbol of the completion of the 'Great Work.' A marriage... of sorts... or, a re-union... And the two will become as One... sound familiar? It is a 'sacred mystery,' to be sure; in the (our) beginning, 'God' said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness... So 'God' created man in his own image, in the image of 'God' created he him; male and female created he them. It doesn't say 'Gods,' it says 'God'... singular. And then, it goes on to refer to 'him' as 'our/us,- this must be True, but how...? Well, it probably looks something like this... and when the 'blue' and the 'red' are 'combined,' it makes.... purple. Royal Purple...  Wow... it's almost like you guys can 'read my mind'...   Sorry... this is actually 'Mercury,' and I was going to remark that 'he' looks like half of our Rebus... strangely... compare the symbols... Or not... |
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Post by Goldenfleeced on Oct 4, 2014 7:41:51 GMT
Now, immediately, I see something here that sounds familiar... There are two vineyards... one is "Solomon's" and one belongs to Her; she is giving 'him' a thousand, and the 'keepers of the fruit' two hundred... that makes 1200... and 1200 x 2 (vineyards, so to speak) =24. Yep. Now, if we consider each 'vineyard' as a 'pillar' that represents 12, we see that, as I explained earlier, there are 10 'levels' on each side (polarity) which are 'accessible,' and then there is the 11th (representing the 23-no-man's-land), and the 12th, 'Crown'-ing' level of Mind... Two vineyards now... two pillars... two polarities... Two 'faces' of 'God'... that are now in 'opposition' to each other, rather than 'opposite forces' in 'union'... This was the consequences of 'division'... and all She really wanted... Was to 'see' her 'better half'... to hold it... and adore it... to speak, and to be spoken to... To be Loved. Oh, deer... 24 prime. 24/7. 24/7/365 ... except on leap years ... How's my Golden One doing? I'm Keith Moon's drumset. Again. Lovey. Mines. You are. Loved. *kisses & hugs* But it's really not 'God' in opposition to itself but then you already know that ... *stuffs peanut butter cups under G's email door* Oh, hay... I'm sorry I'm late... peanut butter cups and all... I checked to see if you were around before I started that last post, but nothing, so... I just killed the last hour trying to get up some illustrations, and reading a bit, here and there, to prepare... now, here you are, probably thinking I'm not answering... I didn't mean to... Leap years... good for 'frogs'... lol... No, not 'God' in opposition to itself, of course, but those 'forces' that ought to be working together, like a dynamo (so to speak), but now tend to grind against each other, like rusty gears... It is my 'contention' that 'Good' and 'Evil' (which are 'word symbols' for two opposite, but equal, forces) in true union, operate just as I said... an energy-producing dynamo that produce a state of 'grace,' if you Will... But, when they have been 'separated,' so that one is 'distinct' from the other, you can have only forces in opposition, which produce no 'grace,' but only destruction, and salvation from destruction. One, or the other... but no haven(heaven?) from either; it is the 'dichotomy' that is described, so bluntly, here... “And what does Death need Time for?”
“The answer is so simple. Death needs Time for what it kills to grow in. For Ah Pook’s sake.”
“Death needs Time for what it kills to grow in. For Ah Pook’s sweet sake..." 'God' is fine... He still retains his 'integrity,' but man... Has fallen far from 'grace'... I hope you're still up; if not, I understand. And, I love you, too... but you knew that... *enjoying deep inhale of peanut butter cup* Thank you... you're still just what I needed... |
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Post by Goldenfleeced on Oct 4, 2014 19:35:47 GMT
To begin this particular thread, I'd like to take a remark by another poster, on another forum, that was related to me in a conversation recently to the effect that this poster believed that 'Eve' wrote the book of Genesis... Now, on the 'face' of it that seems somewhat unlikely to most people, but the truth is... that's probably true, in more ways than one. Let's see if I can explain this for you, in a way that will 'relate' to all levels of 'truth,' which we must take for our 'substantiation,' or 'proof,' in the absence of our actual bodily presence in that time and place; and that's just not possible, is it...? But, to 'begin' this thread... all about 'Eve'... I would like to give you this, from the book known as the 'Holy of Holies'... the Song of Songs... or, the Song of Solomon... and Solomon brings us back to the Temple, and temple-builders, but I digress... slightly... This is Chapter 8, beginning with verse 4: ...I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
May 'God' bless the reading of the Word... And may we finally find our 'understanding'... From the 'Nobody's Home...' thread: Daniel 12
4 But thou, O Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the book, even to the time of the end: many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased.
So Daniel is the "Nobody" here to unseal the prophecies. Daniel is Zerubbabel of the bible too. That's right, Zerubbabel is simply the name that Daniel had AFTER he left Babylon. Daniel had a whole other life after Babylon that is kept a mystery simply because of his different name post-Babylon , Zerubbabel. How else do you explain this prophecy:
Zechariah 4
9 The hands of Zerubbabel have laid the foundation of this house; his hands shall also finish it; and thou shalt know that the LORD of hosts hath sent me unto you.
10 For who hath despised the day of small things? for they shall rejoice, and shall see the plummet in the hand of Zerubbabel with those seven; they are the eyes of the LORD, which run to and fro through the whole earth
Now, try and grasp this: God told Daniel to SEAL up the prophecies in a book and also to UNSEAL them. Consider this from Revelation:
Revelation 10
7 But in the days of the voice of the seventh angel, when he shall begin to sound, the mystery of God should be finished, as he hath declared to his servants the prophets.
8 And the voice which I heard from heaven spake unto me again, and said, Go and take the little book which is open in the hand of the angel which standeth upon the sea and upon the earth.
9 And I went unto the angel, and said unto him, Give me the little book. And he said unto me, Take it, and eat it up; and it shall make thy belly bitter, but it shall be in thy mouth sweet as honey.
10 And I took the little book out of the angel's hand, and ate it up; and it was in my mouth sweet as honey: and as soon as I had eaten it, my belly was bitter.
11 And he said unto me, Thou must prophesy again before many peoples, and nations, and tongues, and kings.
The "Nobody" has indeed prophesied to all of these many peoples, nations, tongues, and kings. Everyone knows about the "Nobody". Everyone has their own stories and characters based upon the Nobody. All creation is awaiting the so called Nobody. He is simply the next character on the prophetic timeline. Satan knows who the Nobody is and prepares day and night against him. All things we fashioned as a sort of WALL to keep out the Nobody, when he arrives.
Oh... An 'arrival'... Zero... Zerubabbel... Oh, Daniel... See you in Spain? |
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Post by ayraman on Oct 5, 2014 6:23:35 GMT
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Post by Goldenfleeced on Oct 5, 2014 6:49:01 GMT
Oh, my... oh, deer, dear... Mounds of 'Mounds,' huh? Because "sometimes you feel like a nut, and sometimes you don't?" Lolol... am I to understand that you just don't 'feel like a nut right now?' Oh, I understand... *sniff* Lolol... Ah, yes... labor. The topic of my post tonight; and truthfully, I need to add to that at some point, soon, but I was 'diverted' by Mr. Bill... I still love those skits. So, I say we go all the way 'back to the shack,' and laugh at clay figures being pounded, instead of... clay figures being pounded. Lolol... a little Khnum humor... Well... I will miss you, if it's any consolation. I do, you know... Payday is just around the corner... That's the 'good news,'- the 'bad news' is... it couldn't be today. I hope you're 'bearing up' all right, and you have my sympathies, indeed; I have a six-day week myself, so tomorrow is my 'double-humped' day... day four. Lol... and it won't be nearly as interesting as it sounds... I love you, Pooky... and about the end of that quote,- I wish it weren't so true. I'll be seeing you... |
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