The ride on the 900 iron chariots is almost over.
Will there be any men left when the ride grinds to a halt? The whispers say 'no' but after the tent has been restaked it is truly cosmic!
Shekinah masterfully using her hands to shape the flow to Her most exalted ends
. 1 and 8 make 9. 191 and 808 make 999.
The Star is a symbol of the Aquarian transfiguration of femininity, where womanhood is liberated and perfected. Suares emphasizes that the key to human evolution is in the development and transformation of the feminine in the psyches of both sexes. This transformation has an effect on personal, interpersonal and societal relationships and is based on dissolving the obsolete structures that hinder human equality and development.
"Peter the Roman" = the last petrified man, final messenger of "love me or else". Can you smell the aroma of Roma Amor, the fruit of the message seeded in the "obediently disobedient" servant Peter, wafting ha eretz en toto? The two adversaries of John 13 .. the petrified Peter, external dagger, and the fluid Judas, internal dagger. The shell always sees two or more, the fluid only sees one. She will overthrow the petrified and grind it back to fertilizer, ever feeding her purpose. She will ever lift up the fluid to Her bed to share the joy of Her open nature.
Peter the Roman is the 112th Papa since the riddles were issued by St. Malachy. Ratzinger plays ALP as 111 retiring in peace and in good faith .. demanding all vest faith in the coming Peter the Roman. Too bad that ALP never retires in peace .. its always resistance is required to equal the amount of energy contained.
Segue to the "covering" of the tabernacle in the wilderness...
Navy Seal = cover skin of the tabernacle temple. Seal skin is cover for Odysseus when gaining information from Poisedon. Article opens with sitting in "wicker" chair. The hand that wields the external dagger in this ha, set-up, is betrayed. This hand delivered the head of OZama and yet has no place to lay its head. The resolve for the Navy Seal and his wife to escape their Uncle Samael's betrayal? Erase their identities .. alchemical death ... "perfect mother". And don't the "covering" skins of the tabernacle door come in pairs? Majika...
Christopher Dorner = highly trained in the arts of external dagger, NAVY, LAPeD = city of angels police department, end of Route 66. Christopher means "Christ-bringer", Dorner means "builder of stronghold". Dorner is also 33 showing his day has come, he has been divinely foreordained .. "my hour has come". His hour will have all manner of similar wicker furniture to show he and we, are all in the same living room in a cabin up in Big Bear.
Dorner is the so called first to be targeted by DRONES on American soil = Led Zeppelin's "LA DRONE" or the blimp in the sky with the eye. Drone being the sound of the beehive and the work required. The "stronghold" that is being droned far and wide is the eye in the sky and its use to see and kill all the peasants below. NO ESCAPE from LA. EL or AL is creative powers and reversed as LE or LA is DARKNESS. AL/LA. EL/LE. Reveal/Cover. Seal skin doors covering waters of Poseidon's power. LAPD as phonetic says LA-PED or "dark-ped" or dark foot.
Bilbo's birthday ... where he gives up "his" ring to his younger favorite nephew FRODO (Door-F) is 111. ALP is 111. Frodo means "wise by experience". Bilbo and Frodo share the same birthday 9/22 .. or the two 9/11's. Bilbo at 111 gifts Frodo at 33 the ring. Just as the LA Diocese was anointing olive oil to Christopher Dorner for bearing his cross just over the blue fence border of Mordor and running into the maw of Big Bear. Frodo too, now a ring-bearer, is left dreaming is there are no men...
"The Sea Bell"or "Frodo's Dreme"
The D.A. is the mouthpiece of LA
I walked by the sea, and there came to me,
as a star-beam on the wet sand,
a white shell like a sea-bell;
trembling it lay in my wet hand.
In my fingers shaken I heard waken
a ding within, by a harbour bar
a buoy swinging, a call ringing
over endless seas, faint now and far.
Then I saw a boat silently float
on the night-tide, empty and grey.
'It is later than late! Why do we wait?'
I leapt in and cried: 'Bear me away!'
It bore me away, wetted with spray,
wrapped in a mist, wound in a sleep,
to a forgotten strand in a strange land.
In the twilight beyond the deep
I heard a sea-bell swing in the swell,
dinging, dinging, and the breakers roar
on the hidden teeth of a perilous reef;
and at last I came to a long shore.
White it glimmered, and the sea simmered
with star-mirrors in a silver net;
cliffs of stone pale as ruel-bone
in the moon-foam were gleaming wet.
Glittering sand slid through my hand,
dust of pearl and jewel-grist,
trumpets of opal, roses of coral,
flutes of green and amethyst.
But under cliff-eaves there were glooming caves,
weed-curtained, dark and grey;
a cold air stirred in my hair,
and the light waned, as I hurried away.
Down from a hill ran a green rill;
its water I drank to my heart's ease.
Up its fountain-stair to a country fair
of ever-eve I came, far from the seas,
Climbing into meadows of fluttering shadows:
flowers lay there like fallen stars,
and on a blue pool, glassy and cool,
like floating moons the nenuphars.
Alders were sleeping, and willows weeping
by a slow river of rippling weeds;
gladdon-swords guarded the fords,
and green spears, and arrow-reeds.
There was echo of song all the evening long
down in the valley; many a thing
running to and fro: hares white as snow,
voles out of holes; moths on the wing
With lantern-eyes; in quiet surprise
brocks were staring out of dark doors.
I heard dancing there, music in the air,
feet going quick on the green floors.
But whenever I came it was ever the same:
the feet fled, and all was still;
never a greeting, only the fleeting pipes,
voices, horns on the hill.
Of river-leaves and the rush-sheaves
I made me a mantle of jewel-green,
a tall wand to hold, and a flag of gold;
my eyes shone like the star-sheen.
With flowers crowned I stood on a mound,
and shrill as a call at cock-crow
proudly I cried: 'Why do you hide?
Why do none speak, wherever I go?
Here now I stand, king of this land,
with gladdon-sword and reed-mace.
Answer my call! Come forth all!
Speak to me words! Show me a face!'
Black came a cloud as a night-shroud.
Like a dark mole groping I went,
to the ground falling, on my hands crawling
with eyes blind and my back bent.
I crept to a wood: silent it stood
in its dead leaves, bare were its boughs.
There must I sit, wandering in wit,
while owls snored in their hollow house.
For a year and a day there must I stay:
beetles were tapping in the rotten trees,
spiders were weaving, in the mould heaving
puffballs loomed about my knees.
At last there came light in my long night,
and I saw my hair hanging grey.
'Bent though I be, I must find the sea!
I have lost myself, and I know not the way,
but let me be gone!' Then I stumbled on;
like a hunting bat shadow was over me;
in my ears dinned a withering wind,
and with ragged briars I tried to cover me.
My hands were torn and my knees worn,
and years were heavy upon my back,
when the rain in my face took a salt taste,
and I smelled the smell of sea-wrack.
Birds came sailing, mewing, wailing;
I heard voices in cold caves,
seals barking, and rocks snarling,
and in spout-holes the gulping of waves.
Winter came fast; into a mist I passed,
to land's end my years I bore;
snow was in the air, ice in my hair,
darkness was lying on the last shore.
There still afloat waited the boat,
in the tide lifting, its prow tossing.
Weary I lay, as it bore me away,
the waves climbing, the seas crossing,
passing old hulls clustered with gulls
and great ships laden with light,
coming to haven, dark as a raven,
silent as snow, deep in the night.
Houses were shuttered, wind round them muttered,
roads were empty. I sat by a door,
and where drizzling rain poured down a drain
I cast away all that I bore:
in my clutching hand some grains of sand,
and a sea-shell silent and dead.
Never will my ear that bell hear,
never my feet that shore tread.
Never again, as in sad lane,
in blind alley and in long street
ragged I walk. To myself I talk;
for still they speak not, men that I meet.
using "vendetta" as cover for unsanctioned action in the ranks of Cohen. The ranks of Cohen cannot show the who, what, when, where, why of other Cohen. All Cohen of the external dagger kingdom will be instantly cowaned and killed to keep the seal skin covers from showing the golden secret. The golden secret is that its all petrified baloney. The power of the baloney sellers is force and fire to make believe. Love me or else.
= 80 miles east, 30 miles square .. holding the one = 111. The details in the DA article emphasize the numbers, as ever .. showing open Cohen speak to the other Cohen. Their message? If one of their own tries to show the world the power behind the blue line, behind the badgees, behind the skirts, behind the paper blizzard of money and regulations .. the mouth will not be allowed to say it. Nothing to see hear, go back to sleep the prison of belief.
the city of LA is looking for 1 man, protecting families of the Cohen, the LA catholic church has been f*cking the children. Don't pay attention. The two stories run the same time frame .. one showing you the olive oiled ass of the exiting Cohen, we all watch; the other covering the asses of the ass robbers. You did see some skin in their somewhere .. didn't you? It was all underage.
"The first shooting was in Corona after an eyewitness reported a person matching Dorner's description at a gas station, telling an LAPD officer "who was detailed to the area to protect one of the officials whom Dorner had threatened," according to the court records.
"When the officer drove by the gas station, the suspect exited his vehicle and fired an assault rifle at the officer, hitting the officer's vehicle," according to the court records."
Corona = Crown or KTR; gas station and vehicle = OPEL LOPE POLE .. joker king. Opel is GM/Opel car OZ, Lope is to run, Pole is the HQ or central intelligence that animates the Joker King's vision. Opel lope pole is the seal skinned secret of Pe-ople in the $10 dollar bill issued at the wicker time of the passage of the Patriot Act.
Segue to what the pantaloonies are hiding...
Pope Bene is really stepping down due to banking scandal
.. no one is paying attention. He is the slain-goat that all pay attention to, after-all, the Cohen are broadcasting and the programmed eye is watching. The scape-goat of this being the money laundering, the pedo files, the banking syndicate, etc. etc. All these branches root in the secret of compound interest via the Corybantes Cult transferring from Anatolia to Rome. Anatolia being the upper head waters of the Tigris Euphrates rivers and the world's first home of money out of nothing .. temple. Still alive and rolling but now the hour has come.
Lookie lookie under the mocking smock .. its Bene in full complicity
. Even the f*cking the children story with its cover over boy Ratzinger doesn't get past a yawn, therefore the great trumpet in the sky will send the hours here message. The good story being foisted all these years by Petrified's church was Daddy kills his only son and you will too. Don't lift a finger, merely sign em up for monasteries or nunneries, and well take care of the rest. You go to church now and pay those tax free tithes.
The trail of "cui bono" bread-crumbs leading to this Molochean oven are plain to see:
To make this bread...
add a little leaven...
to the pure dough..
until the hole lump is leavened
The whole lump has been logos'd by the overshadowing father, the announcement of the heavens showed us the hour.....
"Girl on fire" was trumpeted by Alice-Keys at second inauguration of Barak Obummer (44 = mass of the Phoenix) and also made the LA Grammys .. another wicker chair in our living room event. Barak-O flew his balloons and then Marco Rubio flew his balloons at the State of the petrified Union. His trumpeter was on fire and he needed a drink of water.
Marco Rubio is mars-red. Mars or Meadim in Hebrew forms Netzach. Netzach is often called "triumph". Meadim is Mars
forming the empty triumph of a bestial, petrified kingdom.
Mars forms the "code/sephirot" of Netzach
. Netzach is tarot ciphered as "chariot" then "star" then "death". MOST AMAZING, also note that Netzach forms the right ear ... the very seat of power of the dagger of Peter and "belief". This being the external dagger in the hand of Peter cutting off the ear of Malchus, the high priest's servant. Thus Jesus' command to Peter to be "obediently disobedient" is indeed found in how he fulfills this implant of logos. Peter is the foundation of the Roma Amor and will soon be shown in his final form. 112.
Mars is the struggle to overcome immersion in the water, the idea is "indetermination" or not having an identity attached to the collective. Marco Rubio says in response to his must have some water
gaffe "God has a funny way of reminding us that were human".
"Girl on fire" = the Star, she is shaping the serpent power again to Her exalted end. Chariot is opel, Lope is to run or the appetite in motion, pole is the central object dictating path. Opel lope pole shows the path of the Joker King .. he ends in death or back to the pool of delta. Thirst is fire, Marco Rubio is girl on fire .. the idea being captured warrior .. falsely positioned = falling tower of men with external daggers. His need for water is to not see himself as the water. All skins of the serpent are eventually shed, their is only one serpent. Water is that serpent.
Same day as the burning of the cabin at Big Bear. This cabin is just like the tabernacle...covered in skin of deeper waters. Its power to bend all things towards its logos is the foundation of present time. Behold the ark...
as Netzach = boat is the defeat in the waters, mars unable to escape the lower waters, submersion in collective, no real persons, all drones, all Guy Faux. This article, and the many others of the sign of the boat "Triumph" winked "Deborah Knight"
. "Deborah" is the high priestess Queen Bee who sings the song of the hive at the oaks .. just like the cabin at Big Bear amongst the oaks.
This boat has a twin curtain
that accompanies as well .. Carnival bus breaking down on the "escape" from Triumph whispers .. still in submersion into the collective. There is no escape from LAPed or the "Fall of Olympus". This last being Sprung out, ha!, on the Tauroboleum feast of the Corybantes. The great bullshit is about the have its last and final hour. Babylon was the first compounding interest and its still compounding. Babyland the great never grows up and it does go west. The great idol of clay money, paper money or "In God We Trust" will be answered, perfectly, by She who alone is the hander-overer of the serpent power.
Segue to another Joker King right in this wicker hour in our living room...
Oscar Pestorius = OZ car as in OPEL LOPE POLE, joker on the bike not escaping the 808 pool, the queen of spades rules the kelipot .. land of "whattaburger" , phonetically os-car-pestorious = oz (tower, raised, glory/triumph) car (bike, mobile ALabama) pestorious (pest, roach, kelipot).
Oscar shoots his girlfriend through the door of the water closet FOUR
times. Mars is formed by DALLET which is D or 4. Bathroom is of course water. Oscar shooting his girlfriend is "girl on fire" as she sits on the water-closet. His iron legs were bought at the Chariot of Iron store managed by Peter Petrified. Ozcar begs the question, which She will surely soon answer, "are their any men left"? Not men but men who know that She is Lord? Women who know that She is Lord? The petrified cannot know since the fluidity of Her hand eludes them as it should.
She alone wields daggers
Tsadde, forming our coming Era, is also, as we have seen, the Sun's residence formed by the diagonal North-Top (Venus-Saturn), whereas its own diagaonal is South-Top (Mercury-Saturn). Twelve thousand years of sensorial aspirations towards Shabatai to the activity of Mercury, the mythological messenger of the gods. Twelve thousand years of structures will fall to pieces, and with the gradual awakening of womanhood, new structures will be allowed to build a new world. With the ending of Pisces the Scriptures are already fulfilled, although most people are unaware of it. Organized religions will have to re-discover the Sacred Fount of Knowledge, or else they will be more and more petrified. Their rituals will be adopted and accommodated more and more to the customs, creeds and superstitions of primitive communities. They will lose all their original significance.
77 = OZ
Helped by the consent of Jupiter, the powerful drive of Pisces (diagonal Mercury-Jupiter) will force its way through the dead Saturn of Aquarius. It will be an era of great hopes, but of great strife, destruction and conflicts. The human or, rather pre-human mass, as a result of proliferation where conditions are at their worst, will be in a state where it will be impossible to live, while the rich, technically highly evolved part of the word will destroy itself in all respects, so that its life also will become impossible.
Aquarius will be an Age of difficult transition before humanity really meets Shabatai, living in Ghedi, whose diametrical Cancer with its diagonal East-Bottom (Mars-Jupiter). Then, perhaps, the Cosmic Nuptials may be celebrated on Earth: either humanity will be worthy of such a blessing, or be in conditions more or less similar to those of the Deluge, or to some prehistorical glacial Era, with no one to witness it.
Carlo Suares, Sepher Yetsira, 1976 p.147
, the she goat boat. What should be a man of strength is really a thirsty girl on fire protecting King Kong appetite. Christopher Dorner = bearer of Christ building a stronghold. This being Peter to a T in the Kingdom Roma Amor. The beast in a box with its appetite not hearing the words "you will have to master what is sniffing you under the door". This being Adam or Aleph in the blood is waiting for you to kill yourself. Being also a me submerged in the 808 pool which ever pulls down into its collective, a Me-adim. 1 to 1000 is 1 through 999.
The Tophet drum still beats and now we switch to another wicker chair in the small hour living room...
Christopher Kyle, a Seal sniper killing for Jesus .. a complete and total reveal of the external dagger. Note that 77 also means "ark" or box. The symbol being does the box ark have the Her lightness to not be drawn down into the submersion of the collective of bestial appetite. Only She has the hands that can captain the boat, to steer to the waters above the great chaotic deep. Christopher Kyle means bearer of Christ with a candle/torch
or a narrow body of water
Narrow straits with ship on fire!!! Kyle also connotes "fair and handsome" .. mirror mirror in the wall who is the fairest of them all? .. the Joker is. Or at least he perceives himself to be as he compares himself to others. He after-all is obeying the mandate of Peter .. to gain more reward in the Master's never coming kingdom .. make more converts, collect more tithes, keep the blue line, shine the badgees, keep the skirts hiding the appetite party down under. Joker on the bike is dressed in as Solomon on a festive palanquin, feigning its power as Sun and Moon. The poser temple maker who erased the fountain as the age of Pisces dictated it must. Its message being two fish with no mention of water. Two fish in circle of duality, each being thirsty and petrified to the other being itself. A Christ-kill this Devil of Ramadi
.. has all the usual Joker trappings: a virginal opening, upon orders of course, kills 40 at one time while laying in a crib, and knowing the invocation "God blew that bullet". Most telling is it not?
One seamless piece of wicker bending its thread from one furniture piece to another in our little living room. We now see the movie on the captivating screen...
The premiere of the "OZ the Great and Powerful" just so happening in this so small span of time. From up in the balloon the frank message
of Peter, speaks of inner, knows and can only obey outer...
"He wanted the character to have an arc that took him from being a flawed man to possibly a better man. And so he would go on this journey through a fantastical land, but he would also have kind of an inner journey."
"Kind of" is always the mandate of Peter. A kind murder. Kind as kin out the door. Kind as a kid is my fish. Kind of as middle of the road, grace and force can go together he thinks. Kind of a vicar on earth with banking powers. Kind of celibate as long as the doors are closed. Kind of poor but still holding onto the vaults. Kind of married but willing to have nun and her poor orphans
. Kind of disclosing, you can see it, but you cant do anything about it.
You're too kind yourself, a result of belief, a petrified condition. Are there no men left?
Le Rat Pape's retirement
is cover story for the struggle to keep the cover on the banking-pedophile-vampire Corybante Cult as it births 112. The Corybante Cult is seamlessly built on the PKD tractates "the empire never died" and "to fight the empire is to become infected with the empire". Seamless. Compounding our sole interest from the first clay for children scheme to the last paper for children scheme. Tophet. Tophet. Tophet.
Bene is going to disappear under some seal skin thus reinforcing the blue line. He wouldn't dare pull a cowan act like Dorner did. No he will remain nameless Nemo
like the Seal who bs'd Osama with his "perfect wife". No Bene is no bean spiller, wiki-leaker or whistle blower. He is the puffer shaping the bullet of 112. Saying on his way out to the little red birdies .. no matter who 112 is .. you will be obedient to him. The magic of this puffer's blue line is meant to be destroyed, it is Her will, in Her perfect self exalting plan. There is only one water and all cups, no matter how stiffened in the puffer's fire, will roll with Her fluid hand. As Carlos so prophetically intimated .. it will be painful, very painful, maybe even to extinction level, this tearing down of petrified structure now droning its collective technological tyranny.
I would segue to LA and the water tower decoration on top of our Ospewing TV in our small living room but Someone wearing the Mask of God already traced the wickerian strand of the water tower
.. seamlessly. Kudos and clapping to you oh Mask Wearer! Oh, the Canadian Lam you mused on so nicely is a retro-active, watered down payment for a rules change
So instead we'll to back to our present temple...
Bene seeks vaccine immunity from prosecution
in an effort to keep the vaults of blood money intact
and as an assurance play to keep the vaults intact
, Bene and Vatican have heiros'ed themselves a page
out of a Knight's book
A German lawyer, with a surname of those who came out of the Babylonian school of interestingly compounded, is appointed over the Vatican Bank! And is there to keep the "image" intact
and this of course is the clay idol.
"Freyberg, 54, is among other merger adviser, Lord of the Manor and Knight of the Sovereign Military Order."
"Many who have become ensnarled in illegal business dealings with the Vatican bank have been forced to pay with their lives, while others have spent years behind bars. Despite all of its sacred and solemn promises, the Vatican has succeeded in keeping the Pope's bank a haven for money-launderers. And instead of being on some Caribbean island, this one is right in the middle of Europe, in the heart of Rome.
It's business model depends on keeping things as shrouded as possible from all financial authorities. Capital gains are untaxed, financial statements are not disclosed and anonymity is guaranteed. The bank's exotic status of belonging to a religious monarchy in a sovereign state the size of a city park has shielded it from investigations and unpleasant external monitoring."
All is on the sniper dope. Avoiding bad parallax with its resultant sickle shaped cut, we focus in on the lips of the admitting Teddy Bear. Our furniture tour has come to its exalted end. Katerina being lured by a gift token teddy bear
'kind of' spoke of the coming of the ... Great External King, err Queen. The teddy nuzzled in the arms of an aptly Diana named stand-in of her dead mother-in-law, a lunar stronghold
, adorned in blue seal skin. Katerina hints "d". D is for 'dallet' forming the triumph of thirsty Mars. When he gets thirsty he goes to no man's land and sleepily dreams of two or three girls. D is also for Deborah, the fourth Judge or Israel.
Judges Chapter 4
And the children of Israel again did evil in the sight of the LORD, when Ehud was dead.
And the LORD sold them into the hand of Jabin king of Canaan, that reigned in Hazor; the captain of whose host was Sisera, which dwelt in Harosheth of the Gentiles.
And the children of Israel cried unto the LORD: for he had nine hundred chariots of iron; and twenty years he mightily oppressed the children of Israel.
And Deborah, a prophetess, the wife of Lapidoth, she judged Israel at that time.
And she dwelt under the palm tree of Deborah between Ramah and Bethel in mount Ephraim: and the children of Israel came up to her for judgment.
And she sent and called Barak the son of Abinoam out of Kedeshnaphtali, and said unto him, Hath not the LORD God of Israel commanded, saying, Go and draw toward mount Tabor, and take with thee ten thousand men of the children of Naphtali and of the children of Zebulun?
And I will draw unto thee to the river Kishon Sisera, the captain of Jabin's army, with his chariots and his multitude; and I will deliver him into thine hand.
And Barak said unto her, If thou wilt go with me, then I will go: but if thou wilt not go with me, then I will not go.
And she said, I will surely go with thee: notwithstanding the journey that thou takest shall not be for thine honour; for the LORD shall sell Sisera into the hand of a woman. And Deborah arose, and went with Barak to Kedesh.
And Barak called Zebulun and Naphtali to Kedesh; and he went up with ten thousand men at his feet: and Deborah went up with him.
Now Heber the Kenite, which was of the children of Hobab the father in law of Moses, had severed himself from the Kenites, and pitched his tent unto the plain of Zaanaim, which is by Kedesh.
And they shewed Sisera that Barak the son of Abinoam was gone up to mount Tabor.
And Sisera gathered together all his chariots, even nine hundred chariots of iron, and all the people that were with him, from Harosheth of the Gentiles unto the river of Kishon.
And Deborah said unto Barak, Up; for this is the day in which the LORD hath delivered Sisera into thine hand: is not the LORD gone out before thee? So Barak went down from mount Tabor, and ten thousand men after him.
And the LORD discomfited Sisera, and all his chariots, and all his host, with the edge of the sword before Barak; so that Sisera lighted down off his chariot, and fled away on his feet.
But Barak pursued after the chariots, and after the host, unto Harosheth of the Gentiles: and all the host of Sisera fell upon the edge of the sword; and there was not a man left.
Howbeit Sisera fled away on his feet to the tent of Jael the wife of Heber the Kenite: for there was peace between Jabin the king of Hazor and the house of Heber the Kenite.
And Jael went out to meet Sisera, and said unto him, Turn in, my lord, turn in to me; fear not. And when he had turned in unto her into the tent, she covered him with a mantle.
And he said unto her, Give me, I pray thee, a little water to drink; for I am thirsty. And she opened a bottle of milk, and gave him drink, and covered him.
Again he said unto her, Stand in the door of the tent, and it shall be, when any man doth come and enquire of thee, and say, Is there any man here? that thou shalt say, No.
Then Jael Heber's wife took a nail of the tent, and took an hammer in her hand, and went softly unto him, and smote the nail into his temples, and fastened it into the ground: for he was fast asleep and weary. So he died.
And, behold, as Barak pursued Sisera, Jael came out to meet him, and said unto him, Come, and I will shew thee the man whom thou seekest. And when he came into her tent, behold, Sisera lay dead, and the nail was in his temples.
So God subdued on that day Jabin the king of Canaan before the children of Israel.
And the hand of the children of Israel prospered, and prevailed against Jabin the king of Canaan, until they had destroyed Jabin king of Canaan.
Judges Chapter 5
Then sang Deborah and Barak the son of Abinoam on that day, saying,
Praise ye the LORD for the avenging of Israel, when the people willingly offered themselves.
Hear, O ye kings; give ear, O ye princes; I, even I, will sing unto the LORD; I will sing praise to the LORD God of Israel.
LORD, when thou wentest out of Seir, when thou marchedst out of the field of Edom, the earth trembled, and the heavens dropped, the clouds also dropped water.
The mountains melted from before the LORD, even that Sinai from before the LORD God of Israel.
In the days of Shamgar the son of Anath, in the days of Jael, the highways were unoccupied, and the travellers walked through byways.
The inhabitants of the villages ceased, they ceased in Israel, until that I Deborah arose, that I arose a mother in Israel.
They chose new gods; then was war in the gates: was there a shield or spear seen among forty thousand in Israel?
My heart is toward the governors of Israel, that offered themselves willingly among the people. Bless ye the LORD.
Speak, ye that ride on white asses, ye that sit in judgment, and walk by the way.
They that are delivered from the noise of archers in the places of drawing water, there shall they rehearse the righteous acts of the LORD, even the righteous acts toward the inhabitants of his villages in Israel: then shall the people of the LORD go down to the gates.
Awake, awake, Deborah: awake, awake, utter a song: arise, Barak, and lead thy captivity captive, thou son of Abinoam.
Then he made him that remaineth have dominion over the nobles among the people: the LORD made me have dominion over the mighty.
Out of Ephraim was there a root of them against Amalek; after thee, Benjamin, among thy people; out of Machir came down governors, and out of Zebulun they that handle the pen of the writer.
And the princes of Issachar were with Deborah; even Issachar, and also Barak: he was sent on foot into the valley. For the divisions of Reuben there were great thoughts of heart.
Why abodest thou among the sheepfolds, to hear the bleatings of the flocks? For the divisions of Reuben there were great searchings of heart.
Gilead abode beyond Jordan: and why did Dan remain in ships? Asher continued on the sea shore, and abode in his breaches.
Zebulun and Naphtali were a people that jeoparded their lives unto the death in the high places of the field.
The kings came and fought, then fought the kings of Canaan in Taanach by the waters of Megiddo; they took no gain of money.
They fought from heaven; the stars in their courses fought against Sisera.
The river of Kishon swept them away, that ancient river, the river Kishon. O my soul, thou hast trodden down strength,.
Then were the horsehoofs broken by the means of the pransings, the pransings of their mighty ones.
Curse ye MerOZ, said the angel of the LORD, curse ye bitterly the inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the LORD, to the help of the LORD against the mighty.
Blessed above women shall Jael the wife of Heber the Kenite be, blessed shall she be above women in the tent.
He asked water, and she gave him milk; she brought forth butter in a lordly dish.
She put her hand to the nail, and her right hand to the workmen's hammer; and with the hammer she smote Sisera, she smote off his head, when she had pierced and stricken through his temples.
At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down: at her feet he bowed, he fell: where he bowed, there he fell down dead.
The mother of Sisera looked out at a window, and cried through the lattice, Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why tarry the wheels of his chariots?
Her wise ladies answered her, yea, she returned answer to herself, Have they not sped? Have they not divided the prey; to every man a damsel or two; to Sisera a prey of divers colours, a prey of divers colours of needlework, of divers colours of needlework on both sides, meet for the necks of them that take the spoil?
So let all thine enemies perish, O LORD: but let them that love him be as the sun when he goeth forth in his might. And the land had rest forty years.
Deborah down down down amongst the oak trees
has a little b'it. We eat and cry
rivers, working, working, working. She collects Her tears
from amongst the waters fashioning royal jelly with a tent stake.
as Devora(h) is a window play for the inner temple to oracle through
the one message = touch "my strength" and the test of 191
is one moment away.
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