by
Jaye B.
5-5-24
Spirit Mountain, Nv.
Greetings All,
A Reset News reader, in response to my Marx and Satan post, guided me to Richard Wurmbrand’s The Oracles of God, which I had never heard of, but upon inspection am most glad she did. It starts with :
The Hebrew language has strange expressions for our terms "to speak" or "to tell"; we consider every word expressed, however foolish, as falling into the category of "speaking," not so the Jews. It is in their genius to believe that the word is divine. For "to speak" they use ~ledaber~, akin to ~davar~, which is used for "word." But ~davar~ is also the word for "thing." Hebrew words are real things, not simply talk. ~Ledaber~ means "to communicate a reality."
Another word for "to speak" is ~le-omer~, from the root ~amir~, which means the highest branch of a tree. A man's words are worthy only if he speaks at the highest level he can reach.
For "to tell," the word is ~le-saper~, from ~saper~ meaning "sapphire." "To tell" is to give another a jewel. If you have a jewel to give, talk. If not, keep silent.
Just the thing I needed to read, knowing I’ve plucked costume jewelry gems from some of the more convenient lower branches and posted them merely to amuse readers. Also, I’m working on keeping silent when I have no gems to give, esp. when alters, evil A.I., try to speak through me.
-The following ungulate redux is for my new subscribers and followers in response to the comments recently received on More Updates 4:
The pic was taken on the winter solstice in 2020. The visit from the wild horses carried great import in the significance dept. (notice how the second horse has one in the oven). The horses looked a bit forlorn seeing how little there was to graze on. (I did learn that BLM puts water out for them even though they are classified as a nuisance animal) I played my guitar for them , where they then rolled in the dust in response. Before the welcome herd visit, the Vietnam vet that I was looking after saw them quite a distance from our campsite in Methville behind the casinos. My immediate response was, “ They’re going to come this way. “ and as they slowly sauntered near, I handed the vet my iPad so he could video me playing my guitar for them and he followed along as I did so.
I thought at first the visitation was some kind of positive sign of good things to come, but it turned out that they were simply hoofed heralds of a tragedy that I later bore witness to, one I still cannot bring myself to write about in a comprehensive way as I’m still piecing what happened together with God’s help in the wisdom, counsel, might and spirit of understanding department. Maybe they had something positive to foretell with their visit-perhaps a warning not to bear the burden of others.
One morning I was meditating and praying at my campsite out in the desert in Death Valley, for a very long time. When I opened my eyes, the two beautiful horses in the above pic were looking at me from across the Arroyo. My intuition was that they were escapees. How they ended up in such a harsh and forbidding place, I did not know. Then a woman friend came to visit me in her RV and they reappeared, after being gone for many days. She promptly named them Pitter and Patter. (She told me she had been in marketing for over 30 years, hence her obvious knack at naming things.) We gave them water which they gulped instantly. Fortunately a few other campers were doing so as well for them.
Then a few months later, I would hike way out to these remote locales and find horse apples there, evidence of their desperate attempts at grazing. Then the mare and colt disappeared and I have no idea what happened to them. I am refraining from sharing what these horses were conveying to me, as like with the Vietnam vet, is just too deep and painful. I’ve written a song about it which is hard to get through without tearing up. Something profoundly heart rending tragic.
Hard to post these pics as it tears my heart up doing so, as I love/miss these beautiful, gentle creatures.
-Odd, empty day in the hard wind and dust with no one here in the park as everyone is at the circus. It was empty yesterday, except for the drugged acolyte who wandered back-and-forth across the soccer field, turning over garbage cans, dodging tumbleweed, then laying on the grass near a goal post, looking skyward. I’ve gotten good at reading exactly what substances they are abusing, down to perceiving the subtle differences such as a seasoned anthropologist would be able to detect, in the wrist movements of an indigenous dancer and how the movements nuance differ from the ones done in a neighboring tribe. But there were no nuanced subtleties with this one as his movements were flat out meth choreographed IMO. Finally he came over asking for a dollar which I refused to give him. I already had the key in the ignition before his arrival. If you are new to street life never give them anything, because they’ll always return wanting more. If they ask you for a cigarette say “I don’t smoke.” Instead of saying “No.”
I know a guy who got a window in his truck smashed in by someone he said no to when they asked him for a smoke.
Truly a spooky day here and I’m lonelier than ever which is a very good thing as I’m being deliberately isolated from others. I was guided to read the following during prayer this morning when I asked for discernment on the matter:
Wealth maketh many friends; but the poor is separated from his neighbor.
Proverbs 19:4
Blessings,
Jaye B.
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Jaye B. is a writer, musician and artist. His art criticism has appeared in Art Paper, New North Artscape, Art Muscle, Northfield Magazine and elsewhere. His articles have also appeared in City Pages, Twin Cities Reader, Mysteries Magazine, Fahrenheit San Diego, High Plains Reader, New Dawn and Rain Taxi. He has appeared on BBC Radio, WGN Chicago, WLW Cincinnati and elsewhere in the mediasphere to discuss his work. Please help support Reset News @ Paypal, Cash App , Ko-fi or contact the author for other options @ jayeb444@protonmail.com
Wealth maketh many friends; but the poor is separated from his neighbor.
So many ways to look at that simple statement. Gotta love it.
Wealth has many friends because many people want some of that there wealth to put in their own pockets. Known as superficial friends if you're feeling generous or users, if not.
Of course that's if you're talking money wealth. There are many kinds of wealth and some kinds, like having an abundance of loving heart can attract many friends.
Of course the attraction of many friends to a loving heart doesn't guarantee they won't be users as well.
The poor on the other hand have little of interest to others so they find themselves left alone by others. Which isn't all bad.
When I consider these things, being poor may have distinct advantages in this world. Hmmmm.
Thanks again for the beautiful horses. And the anthropological study.
What was the message of the horses?