file://InternalText/Help/YomTeruah Untitled 2008-01-21 / English / us-ascii 18994 score, 410 phrases, 9755 words, 55 kb, 2637 terms, 0 links. thou unto upon thee turned thy wtc heaven eyes seemed lady beatrice river appeared teruah holy sight revelation hearing chariot standing blessed dante saw yom dost beheld griffin monster itself thus round My witness to Yom Teruah. The Lord said, 'I need a witness to Yom Teruah.' I offered myself. Yom Teruah basically means a day of noise, or blasts. A trumpet, teruah, also heralds war. I posit that the epochal Yom Teruah event has already happened; that it was the Sept 11 2001 attack on the World Trade Center. Yom Teruah, The Day of Trumpets, also known as Rosh ha Shanah, heralds the final messianic revelation and redemption to come at the end of days. Recently, in early 2007, I had several dreams. The most singular and prominant dream gave a big spiritual announcement, loud, from heaven, saying: 'I need a witness to Yom Teruah.' And I offered myself in a feeble sort of way, citing how much I didn't know about the topic, but I would like to do it. And I dreamt I was lying supine in a low place, like a valley, or even smaller, perhaps a bowl-like crater, and I saw several men pulling a small two-wheeled cart forward, pulling it up on a gradual incline that surrounded the valley or depression, pulling that cart all the way up to high place on the rim of the valley or depression in which I lay. After that, I saw two immense figures that now appeared to be standing side by side on the high rim of this crater. Both figures were dark, obviously evil, and very tall. One figure had a prominent crown, like a king's crown, in the form of a circle with a large number of spikes standing upward and slightly outward above upon the circle. And his heart (or chest area) was extremely black. The other figure standing next to him had no crown, and I figured that this second figure was a queen corresponding to that king. I saw that her mouth was also outlined in extreme blackness, probably meaning that she blasphemes. However there were no visible gender clues, and I remembered later that on a cheap chess set, it's the queen that has the prominent crown such as I saw, and it's the king that has a plain top. Later, I recognized that this dream might relate to a biblical end-time topic known as 'the valley of decision'. But I dismissed the call as past business, because the two figures reminded me of the two WTC towers, which some New Yorkers called the king and queen, and the men with the cart that I saw, I presumed had built them. It happens that on the morning of 9-11-2001, even far earlier than 6 AM in California, I was already up early and surfing the web for biblical and eschatological topics. At about 6 AM, I saw four men's faces flash before me, one of which had a small squarish beard. The fourth face differed from the first three, because the fourth face faded away very fast from my memory. Each face had a single prominent horn atop the crown of its head, each horn being shaped like the front of an airplane fuselage. Much later, after having seen and heard about the WTC events as they unfolded, I understood this vision to represent some four of the terrorists as if 'merged with' four airplanes. So beginning on that day and for several weeks after, I was posting to many Internet forums that the WTC attack fulfilled many biblical prophecies. (I still believe that.) So that had seemed to be my witness, already past. In another dream, I was being wheeled through many corridors, some of which were open, like parking garages. I was reclining on a dolly like a delivery man might use, like a trash can dolly. I recall something to do with water. Either I was all wet, or else there was water dripping, or else water was all around on the ground. I was immobile on the dolly, and did not look around to see who might have been pushing me about on the dolly. I went thus through quite a few corridors and ramps, various areas and onto different levels. I observed that many of the concrete walls were chipped into, which thing I called 'structural damage' when first reporting this dream, although I do not think that I had yet become aware of, nor watched, any of the much '911 Evidence' that is on the web and uses that very expression, structural damage, quite a bit. At one point, I was wheeled past a group of about twenty assorted men, sitting around on seats in one of the open areas, appearing as if they were on break from work, or perhaps planning their next work, and they seemed like structural engineers and construction workers, and one of them asked another one, 'What time is it?' After the second one answered, 'Eleven-thirty,' the first one interpreted the response, saying, 'So, that's eight-thirty.' Then, I was wheeled out of that building, up a small knoll. As I looked out to my right, there was a large building on fire, with much smoke coming up from it. It was domed, and I though it might be a huge church, or it could be a government building. Then to the left of that, another building just exploded, sending much stuff straight up into the sky. And then right in front of me, the building I had been wheeled through, which appeared now to be only one story high, but all the top of it was made of strong concrete framing holding great horizontal glass windows, as if it were the top of some big greenhouse, and the building spanned a vast distance and breadth horizontally; That same vast short building all collapsed at once. It occurred to me sometime later that the vast horizontal expanse that I perceived as the top of a building was similar in appearance of an outside vertical wall of the WTC. So with those dreams as impetus, let me review what I know. On that morning of 2001-09-11, I had been up some hours surfing the web for novel insights into biblical, especially apocalytic, interpretation. At about 6 AM California time, four male faces flashed briefly before me, one after the other: Two were nondescript, a third bearded in the style of Marwan Al-Shehhi, and the fourth faded too quickly to be remembered. Each man had what appeared to be a single horn, about 4 cm diameter and 20 cm long, protruding straight up out of the crown of his head, slightly tapered and rounded at the tip, an outline I now recognize as symbolizing the front of an airplane fuselage. About a year prior, I had read Dante Aligheri's 'Divine Comedy' avidly, in one sitting, and I was impressed that in Divine Comedy was the first time that I had ever read or heard any good suggestion how ten horns might be disposed upon seven heads, as is the case said for a beast in Revelation. Dante wrote it thus, in the second section, Purgatorio, in Canto 32: 'Transfigured thus the holy edifice Thrust forward heads upon the parts of it, Three on the pole and one at either corner. 'The first were horned like oxen; but the four Had but a single horn upon the forehead; A monster such had never yet been seen!' Hours later, when news came on TV about the World Trade Center attacks, I knew what it meant, at least in general form. I joined many prophecy forums and began to share correlations of this event to prophecies in scriptures and in other texts, and diligently sought more information. It's not like I was unprepared for it. My life had been changed years earlier to be all about solving Revelation, the meaning of Apocalypse. In the summer of 1976 I lost a day of my life. That is, I lost all memory of what happened one night, probably because psychiatric drugs administered for an acute psychosis prevented the permanent reorganization of short term memories into long term memories. Or perhaps what I suddenly knew was too dreadful to even think upon. I recall a cloud of darkness of some kind entering into my bedroom in the late evening, and by morning, I was talking crazy to my dad. For example, I told him I thought a big candle on the coffee table was a bomb.--If I were to light it, the whole world would blow up! By mid-day, I was not even able to speak at all. I kept shaking two stones violently together in my right hand to make a warning, as if what I suddenly had learned and somehow had to communicate was not speakable. Or maybe, in fact, it was something 'unlawful' to speak, to quote Paul. One mental image I remember was of an urn or vase sort of floating alone in a representational space. In the mouth of it was darkness. A soft light shone upon it from the upper right. Spontaneously the vessel began to craze. The crazing of it became finer and thorough throughout the whole surface and body of the vessel. Destruction was integral to, and in fact the very essence of the vessel itself. I reckon it as a mathematical sponge, or an N+1 dimensional Klein bottle whose self-intersection was not as in the usual schoolbook illustration, but evenly distributed everywhere through the vessel. Meanwhile, in my existential crisis, I tried to become 'smaller' to escape divine inspection and wrath, like a pebble that could think, having to stop its atoms from even vibrating to get ever smaller, a grain, powder, vanishingly small. About catatonic by the time my parents drove me to the psychiatric crisis center, I accepted their meds, and laid down to be totally engaged with a sunbeam that was coming through a gap in the blinds. Although I could not move my body, my insides felt like they were violently trembling from fear. Every heart beat scared me like the tick of a timer poised to blow up, and destroy existence itself. I just recently realized the extreme coherence of that symbology of the entire universe exploding (not like expanding, but like ceasing to exist), and of my heart being the ticking timer of the final bomb that would end the world. If you're up on philosophy, on the unusual notion that what appears in the mind, phenomena, cannot be rigorously, by some logic, related to their equivalent noumena out in the world; And despite Descartes' 'Cogito', a mind must be embodied to receive sensations from the world; So then, the existential dread that I felt was in fact the awareness of the 'possibility of the impossibility of being' as Heidegger calls death, of a mind that would be cut off from the body by its mortal passing, hence of a mind that could be cut off from the entire world, a fore-knowledge or fore-taste of death itself, like Paul says Jesus tasted. Why did I say all that? In subsequent years of mental illness, I occasionally would be overcome by dread when hearing a helicopter flying overhead, fearing that one of its blades would fall off, and exactly so as to strike and behead me. This is an essential archaic symbol. I had never even seen the movie, 'The Exorcist'. This was prior to seriously hearing of and accepting Jesus Christ. Once, I entered a severe dread state and had to be hospitalized, just from seeing a cartoon in an electronics magazine in which a ham radio operator is saying, 'Come in, x8296', while a jet plane with that call sign is poised above and about to strike his house. I said all that to say, I have been groomed to be ready to recognize the sign of the end-time: the abomination of desolation, or, rather, the desolating abomination, as was foretold in the Book of Revelation. The 9/11/2001 WTC destruction is surely that very prophesied sign. Consider how many predictions within a short apocalyptic piece in Zephaniah 1:14-17 correlate perfectly with the physical facts surrounding 9/11: The great day of the LORD is near, it is near, and hasteth greatly, even the voice of the day of the LORD: the mighty man shall cry there bitterly. That day is a day of wrath, a day of trouble and distress, a day of wasteness and desolation, a day of darkness and gloominess, a day of clouds and thick darkness, A day of the trumpet and alarm against the fenced cities, AND AGAINST THE HIGH TOWERS. And I will bring distress upon men, that they shall walk like blind men, because they have sinned against the LORD: and their blood shall be poured out as dust, and their flesh as the dung. But that event was not the end. 9/11 was only the nearly-end warning. There must yet be some chance of a repentance, a choice of salvation, because Zephaniah 2:1-3 next says: Gather yourselves together, yea, gather together, O nation not desired; Before the decree bring forth, before the day pass as the chaff, before the fierce anger of the LORD come upon you, before the day of the LORD's anger come upon you. Seek ye the LORD, all ye meek of the earth, which have wrought his judgment; seek righteousness, seek meekness: it may be ye shall be hid in the day of the LORD's anger. In fact, I can tell you just how long you have, and I will shortly... Has the superbly blessed America become a nation not desired? It has. I paid NO attention to 9/11 conspiracy theories until recently when I watched one, then another web video presentation of the analysis of the WTC collapse, and sought more evidence already building and much published on the web, which all demonstrates clearly that all three WTC towers collapsed from a pre-planned controlled explosive building demolition technique, making 9/11 a heinous self-inflicted wound, a 'false flag' deception used to initiate an unjustified, and imperialist, war. But how else do I know? The testimony comes by the Holy Spirit, and out of prophecies. Look first at a 9/11 prophecy from Dante's Divine Comedy, a few hundred lines from Project Gutenberg's free online text. In a story told as Dante's personal bodily and spiritual journey down through inferno, up through a purgatory, and then into paradise, but also being a time sequence, and thus mappable onto historical time, Dante has visions that I instantly recognized as correlated to the 9/11 WTC strikes and falling, but now they hold even more new meanings that I could not have guessed until hearing the '911 Evidence' of the 9/11 false-flags conspiracy theories. Dante is explicitly told to report certain facts that he himself does not understand, for our future benefit. I challenge you to solve the final number of the riddle, and tell me it too! To pinion your understanding with what I recognize easily, a griffen-drawn chariot is an airplane, as Ezekiel 1 was clearly an automobile engine, and Ezekiel spoke of another which he then recognized as the same, here the similar but not quite the same thing means jet engines. At 'thunder was heard, and its forward progress interdicted', it struck the first tower, and was stopped in mid-air. At the line about 'the bird of Jove' describes when the second airplane struck the second tower, and at that point the fox jumps in, for a controlled demolition would seem plausible, and a foreign plot finished as a government plan. The harlot imagery is one set of standard Revelation interpretations of America as Babylon. Why, you can tear into that part of Revelation if I point out that a furlong is a linear measure, and 1600 is a perfect square. So if you take the square root BEFORE converting it to miles, you have 25 square miles, the area of Manhattan island. Now enjoy Tennyson's translation, and please try to make perfect my merely partial interpretation. Nor even thus our way continued far Before the lady wholly turned herself Unto me, saying, "Brother, look and listen!" And lo! a sudden lustre ran across On every side athwart the spacious forest, Such that it made me doubt if it were lightning. But since the lightning ceases as it comes, And that continuing brightened more and more, Within my thought I said, "What thing is this?" And a delicious melody there ran Along the luminous air, whence holy zeal Made me rebuke the hardihood of Eve; For there where earth and heaven obedient were, The woman only, and but just created, Could not endure to stay 'neath any veil; Underneath which had she devoutly stayed, I sooner should have tasted those delights Ineffable, and for a longer time. While 'mid such manifold first-fruits I walked Of the eternal pleasure all enrapt, And still solicitous of more delights, In front of us like an enkindled fire Became the air beneath the verdant boughs, And the sweet sound as singing now was heard. O Virgins sacrosanct! if ever hunger, Vigils, or cold for you I have endured, The occasion spurs me their reward to claim! Now Helicon must needs pour forth for me, And with her choir Urania must assist me, To put in verse things difficult to think. A little farther on, seven trees of gold In semblance the long space still intervening Between ourselves and them did counterfeit; But when I had approached so near to them The common object, which the sense deceives, Lost not by distance any of its marks, The faculty that lends discourse to reason Did apprehend that they were candlesticks, And in the voices of the song "Hosanna!" Above them flamed the harness beautiful, Far brighter than the moon in the serene Of midnight, at the middle of her month. I turned me round, with admiration filled, To good Virgilius, and he answered me With visage no less full of wonderment. Then back I turned my face to those high things, Which moved themselves towards us so sedately, They had been distanced by new-wedded brides. The lady chid me: "Why dost thou burn only So with affection for the living lights, And dost not look at what comes after them?" Then saw I people, as behind their leaders, Coming behind them, garmented in white, And such a whiteness never was on earth. The water on my left flank was resplendent, And back to me reflected my left side, E'en as a mirror, if I looked therein. When I upon my margin had such post That nothing but the stream divided us, Better to see I gave my steps repose; And I beheld the flamelets onward go, Leaving behind themselves the air depicted, And they of trailing pennons had the semblance, So that it overhead remained distinct With sevenfold lists, all of them of the colours Whence the sun's bow is made, and Delia's girdle. These standards to the rearward longer were Than was my sight; and, as it seemed to me, Ten paces were the outermost apart. Under so fair a heaven as I describe The four and twenty Elders, two by two, Came on incoronate with flower-de-luce. They all of them were singing: "Blessed thou Among the daughters of Adam art, and blessed For evermore shall be thy loveliness." After the flowers and other tender grasses In front of me upon the other margin Were disencumbered of that race elect, Even as in heaven star followeth after star, There came close after them four animals, Incoronate each one with verdant leaf. Plumed with six wings was every one of them, The plumage full of eyes; the eyes of Argus If they were living would be such as these. Reader! to trace their forms no more I waste My rhymes; for other spendings press me so, That I in this cannot be prodigal. But read Ezekiel, who depicteth them As he beheld them from the region cold Coming with cloud, with whirlwind, and with fire; And such as thou shalt find them in his pages, Such were they here; saving that in their plumage John is with me, and differeth from him. The interval between these four contained A chariot triumphal on two wheels, Which by a Griffin's neck came drawn along; And upward he extended both his wings Between the middle list and three and three, So that he injured none by cleaving it. So high they rose that they were lost to sight; His limbs were gold, so far as he was bird, And white the others with vermilion mingled. Not only Rome with no such splendid car E'er gladdened Africanus, or Augustus, But poor to it that of the Sun would be,-- That of the Sun, which swerving was burnt up At the importunate orison of Earth, When Jove was so mysteriously just. Three maidens at the right wheel in a circle Came onward dancing; one so very red That in the fire she hardly had been noted. The second was as if her flesh and bones Had all been fashioned out of emerald; The third appeared as snow but newly fallen. And now they seemed conducted by the white, Now by the red, and from the song of her The others took their step, or slow or swift. Upon the left hand four made holiday Vested in purple, following the measure Of one of them with three eyes in her head. In rear of all the group here treated of Two old men I beheld, unlike in habit, But like in gait, each dignified and grave. One showed himself as one of the disciples Of that supreme Hippocrates, whom nature Made for the animals she holds most dear; Contrary care the other manifested, With sword so shining and so sharp, it caused Terror to me on this side of the river. Thereafter four I saw of humble aspect, And behind all an aged man alone Walking in sleep with countenance acute. And like the foremost company these seven Were habited; yet of the flower-de-luce No garland round about the head they wore, But of the rose, and other flowers vermilion; At little distance would the sight have sworn That all were in a flame above their brows. And when the car was opposite to me Thunder was heard; and all that folk august Seemed to have further progress interdicted, There with the vanward ensigns standing still. Purgatorio: Canto XXX When the Septentrion of the highest heaven ( Which never either setting knew or rising, Nor veil of other cloud than that of sin, And which made every one therein aware Of his own duty, as the lower makes Whoever turns the helm to come to port ) Motionless halted, the veracious people, That came at first between it and the Griffin, Turned themselves to the car, as to their peace. And one of them, as if by Heaven commissioned, Singing, "Veni, sponsa, de Libano" Shouted three times, and all the others after. Even as the Blessed at the final summons Shall rise up quickened each one from his cavern, Uplifting light the reinvested flesh, So upon that celestial chariot A hundred rose 'ad vocem tanti senis,' Ministers and messengers of life eternal. They all were saying, "Benedictus qui venis," And, scattering flowers above and round about, "Manibus o date lilia plenis." Ere now have I beheld, as day began, The eastern hemisphere all tinged with rose, And the other heaven with fair serene adorned; And the sun's face, uprising, overshadowed So that by tempering influence of vapours For a long interval the eye sustained it; Thus in the bosom of a cloud of flowers Which from those hands angelical ascended, And downward fell again inside and out, Over her snow-white veil with olive cinct Appeared a lady under a green mantle, Vested in colour of the living flame. And my own spirit, that already now So long a time had been, that in her presence Trembling with awe it had not stood abashed, Without more knowledge having by mine eyes, Through occult virtue that from her proceeded Of ancient love the mighty influence felt. As soon as on my vision smote the power Sublime, that had already pierced me through Ere from my boyhood I had yet come forth, To the left hand I turned with that reliance With which the little child runs to his mother, When he has fear, or when he is afflicted, To say unto Virgilius: "Not a drachm Of blood remains in me, that does not tremble; I know the traces of the ancient flame." But us Virgilius of himself deprived Had left, Virgilius, sweetest of all fathers, Virgilius, to whom I for safety gave me: Nor whatsoever lost the ancient mother Availed my cheeks now purified from dew, That weeping they should not again be darkened. "Dante, because Virgilius has departed Do not weep yet, do not weep yet awhile; For by another sword thou need'st must weep." E'en as an admiral, who on poop and prow Comes to behold the people that are working In other ships, and cheers them to well-doing, Upon the left hand border of the car, When at the sound I turned of my own name, Which of necessity is here recorded, I saw the Lady, who erewhile appeared Veiled underneath the angelic festival, Direct her eyes to me across the river. Although the veil, that from her head descended, Encircled with the foliage of Minerva, Did not permit her to appear distinctly, In attitude still royally majestic Continued she, like unto one who speaks, And keeps his warmest utterance in reserve: "Look at me well; in sooth I'm Beatrice! How didst thou deign to come unto the Mountain? Didst thou not know that man is happy here?" Mine eyes fell downward into the clear fountain, But, seeing myself therein, I sought the grass, So great a shame did weigh my forehead down. As to the son the mother seems superb, So she appeared to me; for somewhat bitter Tasteth the savour of severe compassion. Silent became she, and the Angels sang Suddenly, "In te, Domine, speravi:" But beyond 'pedes meos' did not pass. Even as the snow among the living rafters Upon the back of Italy congeals, Blown on and drifted by Sclavonian winds, And then, dissolving, trickles through itself Whene'er the land that loses shadow breathes, So that it seems a fire that melts a taper; E'en thus was I without a tear or sigh, Before the song of those who sing for ever After the music of the eternal spheres. But when I heard in their sweet melodies Compassion for me, more than had they said, "O wherefore, lady, dost thou thus upbraid him?" The ice, that was about my heart congealed, To air and water changed, and in my anguish Through mouth and eyes came gushing from my breast. She, on the right-hand border of the car Still firmly standing, to those holy beings Thus her discourse directed afterwards: "Ye keep your watch in the eternal day, So that nor night nor sleep can steal from you One step the ages make upon their path; Therefore my answer is with greater care, That he may hear me who is weeping yonder, So that the sin and dole be of one measure. Not only by the work of those great wheels, That destine every seed unto some end, According as the stars are in conjunction, But by the largess of celestial graces, Which have such lofty vapours for their rain That near to them our sight approaches not, Such had this man become in his new life Potentially, that every righteous habit Would have made admirable proof in him; But so much more malignant and more savage Becomes the land untilled and with bad seed, The more good earthly vigour it possesses. Some time did I sustain him with my look; Revealing unto him my youthful eyes, I led him with me turned in the right way. As soon as ever of my second age I was upon the threshold and changed life, Himself from me he took and gave to others. When from the flesh to spirit I ascended, And beauty and virtue were in me increased, I was to him less dear and less delightful; And into ways untrue he turned his steps, Pursuing the false images of good, That never any promises fulfil; Nor prayer for inspiration me availed, By means of which in dreams and otherwise I called him back, so little did he heed them. So low he fell, that all appliances For his salvation were already short, Save showing him the people of perdition. For this I visited the gates of death, And unto him, who so far up has led him, My intercessions were with weeping borne. God's lofty fiat would be violated, If Lethe should be passed, and if such viands Should tasted be, withouten any scot Of penitence, that gushes forth in tears." Purgatorio: Canto XXXI "O thou who art beyond the sacred river," Turning to me the point of her discourse, That edgewise even had seemed to me so keen, She recommenced, continuing without pause, "Say, say if this be true; to such a charge, Thy own confession needs must be conjoined." My faculties were in so great confusion, That the voice moved, but sooner was extinct Than by its organs it was set at large. Awhile she waited; then she said: "What thinkest? Answer me; for the mournful memories In thee not yet are by the waters injured." Confusion and dismay together mingled Forced such a Yes! from out my mouth, that sight Was needful to the understanding of it. Even as a cross-bow breaks, when 'tis discharged Too tensely drawn the bowstring and the bow, And with less force the arrow hits the mark, So I gave way beneath that heavy burden, Outpouring in a torrent tears and sighs, And the voice flagged upon its passage forth. Whence she to me: "In those desires of mine Which led thee to the loving of that good, Beyond which there is nothing to aspire to, What trenches lying traverse or what chains Didst thou discover, that of passing onward Thou shouldst have thus despoiled thee of the hope? And what allurements or what vantages Upon the forehead of the others showed, That thou shouldst turn thy footsteps unto them?" After the heaving of a bitter sigh, Hardly had I the voice to make response, And with fatigue my lips did fashion it. Weeping I said: "The things that present were With their false pleasure turned aside my steps, Soon as your countenance concealed itself." And she: "Shouldst thou be silent, or deny What thou confessest, not less manifest Would be thy fault, by such a Judge 'tis known. But when from one's own cheeks comes bursting forth The accusal of the sin, in our tribunal Against the edge the wheel doth turn itself. But still, that thou mayst feel a greater shame For thy transgression, and another time Hearing the Sirens thou mayst be more strong, Cast down the seed of weeping and attend; So shalt thou hear, how in an opposite way My buried flesh should have directed thee. Never to thee presented art or nature Pleasure so great as the fair limbs wherein I was enclosed, which scattered are in earth. And if the highest pleasure thus did fail thee By reason of my death, what mortal thing Should then have drawn thee into its desire? Thou oughtest verily at the first shaft Of things fallacious to have risen up To follow me, who was no longer such. Thou oughtest not to have stooped thy pinions downward To wait for further blows, or little girl, Or other vanity of such brief use. The callow birdlet waits for two or three, But to the eyes of those already fledged, In vain the net is spread or shaft is shot." Even as children silent in their shame Stand listening with their eyes upon the ground, And conscious of their fault, and penitent; So was I standing; and she said: "If thou In hearing sufferest pain, lift up thy beard And thou shalt feel a greater pain in seeing." With less resistance is a robust holm Uprooted, either by a native wind Or else by that from regions of Iarbas, Than I upraised at her command my chin; And when she by the beard the face demanded, Well I perceived the venom of her meaning. And as my countenance was lifted up, Mine eye perceived those creatures beautiful Had rested from the strewing of the flowers; And, still but little reassured, mine eyes Saw Beatrice turned round towards the monster, That is one person only in two natures. Beneath her veil, beyond the margent green, She seemed to me far more her ancient self To excel, than others here, when she was here. So pricked me then the thorn of penitence, That of all other things the one which turned me Most to its love became the most my foe. Such self-conviction stung me at the heart O'erpowered I fell, and what I then became She knoweth who had furnished me the cause. Then, when the heart restored my outward sense, The lady I had found alone, above me I saw, and she was saying, "Hold me, hold me." Up to my throat she in the stream had drawn me, And, dragging me behind her, she was moving Upon the water lightly as a shuttle. When I was near unto the blessed shore, "Asperges me," I heard so sweetly sung, Remember it I cannot, much less write it. The beautiful lady opened wide her arms, Embraced my head, and plunged me underneath, Where I was forced to swallow of the water. Then forth she drew me, and all dripping brought Into the dance of the four beautiful, And each one with her arm did cover me. 'We here are Nymphs, and in the Heaven are stars; Ere Beatrice descended to the world, We as her handmaids were appointed her. We'll lead thee to her eyes; but for the pleasant Light that within them is, shall sharpen thine The three beyond, who more profoundly look.' Thus singing they began; and afterwards Unto the Griffin's breast they led me with them, Where Beatrice was standing, turned towards us. "See that thou dost not spare thine eyes," they said; "Before the emeralds have we stationed thee, Whence Love aforetime drew for thee his weapons." A thousand longings, hotter than the flame, Fastened mine eyes upon those eyes relucent, That still upon the Griffin steadfast stayed. As in a glass the sun, not otherwise Within them was the twofold monster shining, Now with the one, now with the other nature. Think, Reader, if within myself I marvelled, When I beheld the thing itself stand still, And in its image it transformed itself. While with amazement filled and jubilant, My soul was tasting of the food, that while It satisfies us makes us hunger for it, Themselves revealing of the highest rank In bearing, did the other three advance, Singing to their angelic saraband. "Turn, Beatrice, O turn thy holy eyes," Such was their song, "unto thy faithful one, Who has to see thee ta'en so many steps. In grace do us the grace that thou unveil Thy face to him, so that he may discern The second beauty which thou dost conceal." O splendour of the living light eternal! Who underneath the shadow of Parnassus Has grown so pale, or drunk so at its cistern, He would not seem to have his mind encumbered Striving to paint thee as thou didst appear, Where the harmonious heaven o'ershadowed thee, When in the open air thou didst unveil? Purgatorio: Canto XXXII So steadfast and attentive were mine eyes In satisfying their decennial thirst, That all my other senses were extinct, And upon this side and on that they had Walls of indifference, so the holy smile Drew them unto itself with the old net When forcibly my sight was turned away Towards my left hand by those goddesses, Because I heard from them a "Too intently!" And that condition of the sight which is In eyes but lately smitten by the sun Bereft me of my vision some short while; But to the less when sight re-shaped itself, I say the less in reference to the greater Splendour from which perforce I had withdrawn, I saw upon its right wing wheeled about The glorious host returning with the sun And with the sevenfold flames upon their faces. As underneath its shields, to save itself, A squadron turns, and with its banner wheels, Before the whole thereof can change its front, That soldiery of the celestial kingdom Which marched in the advance had wholly passed us Before the chariot had turned its pole. Then to the wheels the maidens turned themselves, And the Griffin moved his burden benedight, But so that not a feather of him fluttered. The lady fair who drew me through the ford Followed with Statius and myself the wheel Which made its orbit with the lesser arc. So passing through the lofty forest, vacant By fault of her who in the serpent trusted, Angelic music made our steps keep time. Perchance as great a space had in three flights An arrow loosened from the string o'erpassed, As we had moved when Beatrice descended. I heard them murmur altogether, "Adam!" Then circled they about a tree despoiled Of blooms and other leafage on each bough. Its tresses, which so much the more dilate As higher they ascend, had been by Indians Among their forests marvelled at for height. "Blessed art thou, O Griffin, who dost not Pluck with thy beak these branches sweet to taste, Since appetite by this was turned to evil." After this fashion round the tree robust The others shouted; and the twofold creature: "Thus is preserved the seed of all the just." And turning to the pole which he had dragged, He drew it close beneath the widowed bough, And what was of it unto it left bound. In the same manner as our trees ( when downward Falls the great light, with that together mingled Which after the celestial Lasca shines ) Begin to swell, and then renew themselves, Each one with its own colour, ere the Sun Harness his steeds beneath another star: Less than of rose and more than violet A hue disclosing, was renewed the tree That had erewhile its boughs so desolate. I never heard, nor here below is sung, The hymn which afterward that people sang, Nor did I bear the melody throughout. Had I the power to paint how fell asleep Those eyes compassionless, of Syrinx hearing, Those eyes to which more watching cost so dear, Even as a painter who from model paints I would portray how I was lulled asleep; He may, who well can picture drowsihood. Therefore I pass to what time I awoke, And say a splendour rent from me the veil Of slumber, and a calling: "Rise, what dost thou?" As to behold the apple-tree in blossom Which makes the Angels greedy for its fruit, And keeps perpetual bridals in the Heaven, Peter and John and James conducted were, And, overcome, recovered at the word By which still greater slumbers have been broken, And saw their school diminished by the loss Not only of Elias, but of Moses, And the apparel of their Master changed; So I revived, and saw that piteous one Above me standing, who had been conductress Aforetime of my steps beside the river, And all in doubt I said, "Where's Beatrice?" And she: "Behold her seated underneath The leafage new, upon the root of it. Behold the company that circles her; The rest behind the Griffin are ascending With more melodious song, and more profound." And if her speech were more diffuse I know not, Because already in my sight was she Who from the hearing of aught else had shut me. Alone she sat upon the very earth, Left there as guardian of the chariot Which I had seen the biform monster fasten. Encircling her, a cloister made themselves The seven Nymphs, with those lights in their hands Which are secure from Aquilon and Auster. "Short while shalt thou be here a forester, And thou shalt be with me for evermore A citizen of that Rome where Christ is Roman. Therefore, for that world's good which liveth ill, Fix on the car thine eyes, and what thou seest, Having returned to earth, take heed thou write." Thus Beatrice; and I, who at the feet Of her commandments all devoted was, My mind and eyes directed where she willed. Never descended with so swift a motion Fire from a heavy cloud, when it is raining From out the region which is most remote, As I beheld the bird of Jove descend Down through the tree, rending away the bark, As well as blossoms and the foliage new, And he with all his might the chariot smote, Whereat it reeled, like vessel in a tempest Tossed by the waves, now starboard and now larboard. Thereafter saw I leap into the body Of the triumphal vehicle a Fox, That seemed unfed with any wholesome food. But for his hideous sins upbraiding him, My Lady put him to as swift a flight As such a fleshless skeleton could bear. Then by the way that it before had come, Into the chariot's chest I saw the Eagle Descend, and leave it feathered with his plumes. And such as issues from a heart that mourns, A voice from Heaven there issued, and it said: "My little bark, how badly art thou freighted!" Methought, then, that the earth did yawn between Both wheels, and I saw rise from it a Dragon, Who through the chariot upward fixed his tail, And as a wasp that draweth back its sting, Drawing unto himself his tail malign, Drew out the floor, and went his way rejoicing. That which remained behind, even as with grass A fertile region, with the feathers, offered Perhaps with pure intention and benign, Reclothed itself, and with them were reclothed The pole and both the wheels so speedily, A sigh doth longer keep the lips apart. Transfigured thus the holy edifice Thrust forward heads upon the parts of it, Three on the pole and one at either corner. The first were horned like oxen; but the four Had but a single horn upon the forehead; A monster such had never yet been seen! Firm as a rock upon a mountain high, Seated upon it, there appeared to me A shameless whore, with eyes swift glancing round, And, as if not to have her taken from him, Upright beside her I beheld a giant; And ever and anon they kissed each other. But because she her wanton, roving eye Turned upon me, her angry paramour Did scourge her from her head unto her feet. Then full of jealousy, and fierce with wrath, He loosed the monster, and across the forest Dragged it so far, he made of that alone A shield unto the whore and the strange beast. Purgatorio: Canto XXXIII "Deus venerunt gentes," alternating Now three, now four, melodious psalmody The maidens in the midst of tears began; And Beatrice, compassionate and sighing, Listened to them with such a countenance, That scarce more changed was Mary at the cross. But when the other virgins place had given For her to speak, uprisen to her feet With colour as of fire, she made response: "'Modicum, et non videbitis me; Et iterum,' my sisters predilect, 'Modicum, et vos videbitis me.'" Then all the seven in front of her she placed; And after her, by beckoning only, moved Me and the lady and the sage who stayed. So she moved onward; and I do not think That her tenth step was placed upon the ground, When with her eyes upon mine eyes she smote, And with a tranquil aspect, "Come more quickly," To me she said, "that, if I speak with thee, To listen to me thou mayst be well placed." As soon as I was with her as I should be, She said to me: "Why, brother, dost thou not Venture to question now, in coming with me?" As unto those who are too reverential, Speaking in presence of superiors, Who drag no living utterance to their teeth, It me befell, that without perfect sound Began I: "My necessity, Madonna, You know, and that which thereunto is good." And she to me: "Of fear and bashfulness Henceforward I will have thee strip thyself, So that thou speak no more as one who dreams. Know that the vessel which the serpent broke Was, and is not; but let him who is guilty Think that God's vengeance does not fear a sop. Without an heir shall not for ever be The Eagle that left his plumes upon the car, Whence it became a monster, then a prey; For verily I see, and hence narrate it, The stars already near to bring the time, From every hindrance safe, and every bar, Within which a Five-hundred, Ten, and Five, One sent from God, shall slay the thievish woman And that same giant who is sinning with her. And peradventure my dark utterance, Like Themis and the Sphinx, may less persuade thee, Since, in their mode, it clouds the intellect; But soon the facts shall be the Naiades Who shall this difficult enigma solve, Without destruction of the flocks and harvests. Note thou; and even as by me are uttered These words, so teach them unto those who live That life which is a running unto death; And bear in mind, whene'er thou writest them, Not to conceal what thou hast seen the plant, That twice already has been pillaged here. Whoever pillages or shatters it, With blasphemy of deed offendeth God, Who made it holy for his use alone. For biting that, in pain and in desire Five thousand years and more the first-born soul Craved Him, who punished in himself the bite. Thy genius slumbers, if it deem it not For special reason so pre-eminent In height, and so inverted in its summit. And if thy vain imaginings had not been Water of Elsa round about thy mind, And Pyramus to the mulberry, their pleasure, Thou by so many circumstances only The justice of the interdict of God Morally in the tree wouldst recognize. But since I see thee in thine intellect Converted into stone and stained with sin, So that the light of my discourse doth daze thee, I will too, if not written, at least painted, Thou bear it back within thee, for the reason That cinct with palm the pilgrim's staff is borne." Let me wrap up this topic with a terse statement of a discovery. Recognizing that 9/11 was the 'hateful destruction' which I think is a fair translation of 'abomination of desolation', I searched the web for news events that would fall at the appropriate dates to fulfill the very specific elapsed times at the end of Daniel. I have found several news events that I consider to be very good thematic matches, and they all fall on, or within one day of the nominal counts of days in Daniel. Some simple explanation, like time zones, might be able to render their timing an exact fit: This is as I posted it then, and these URLs might be long gone: Subject: An End-times-line Kofi Annan: A man of fierce contenance? Could be: http://www.cnn.com/WORLD/europe/9905/07/kosovo.03/link.annan.jpg 1998-02-22, -1297: Confirms covenant for a week. http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/inatl/longterm/iraq/keystories.htm U.N. Chief Meets With Iraqi Leaders Sunday, February 22, 1998; Page A01 In 'difficult' talks aimed at averting a U.S. military strike, U.N. Secretary General Kofi Annan met into the early hours today with Iraqi Deputy Prime Minister Tariq Aziz. 1998-03-01, -1290: Removal of the daily sacrifice. http://www.lib.umich.edu/govdocs/text/sres1154.txt SECURITY COUNCIL RESOLUTION 1154 ... Passed on March 2, 1998 Promises severest consequences if Saddam Hussein does not comply with inspection agreement 2001-09-11, Day 0: Abomination of Desolation: WTC. See I adduce very much scriptural evidence on my web page: http://home.earthlink.net/~glenn_scheper/wtc.htm The 9/11 attack on the WTC is at the heart of prophetic symbols. 2001-10-26. +45 (1335-1290): Blessed he who cometh. http://www.yale.edu/lawweb/avalon/sept_11/sept_11.htm Remarks by the President at Signing of the Patriot Act, Anti-Terrorism Legislation 9:49 A.M. EDT; October 26, 2001 2004-06-17. +1010 (2300-1290): Sanctuary Cleansed. I noticed nothing remarable on that date. That leaves another interpretation, that 2300 should be counted from wtc day 0, and that the event Daniel foretold is now in the very near future: 2007-12-29. +2300: To Be Determined: Sanctuary Cleansed. [Typing on this, I heard in the Spirit on Aug 30 2007: 'Near the end of the year, I'm going to pull the ship right out of you.' Suggests to me to rid the social dominance structure, leaving humble elements. I recall He pulled a ship right out from under the Apostle Paul too. It could merely mean I will release WordsEx program version 1.0 then. Now in January 2008, there is one more possibililty: Adding 2300 days to the +45 days would end in the middle of next month, in February 2008. You know, the OT prophets often seem to me to be describing events of our day, which is reasonable if there is a certain eschaton (gk) or end: either of all things, or of this age. An age could be ended just by providing new information, such as I hope I am doing herein.] Flying scrolls entering in at a window sounds like the WTC attack. The chief treasurer Shebna who hewed out his sepulchre on high sounded to me like a tantric reference to Clinton in the times of the Monica Lewinsky scandal; but it also suggests pathocracy, an idea that pathologically deficient characters try to rise above the rabble, which I think from bible reading manifests itself in the very idea of height, of towers. To be cast as a ball into a vast country sounds like the war in Iraq. A vile person, not granted the honor of the kingdom, but who came in by flattery and with a small (few) people, sounded to me like Bush's first election, but now, it seems more like Cheney, Bush's puppeteer. Let me clarify King of the North, King of the South. They seem to be vague, without clear referents, but studying the pre-Jewish Egyptian culture makes them obvious: Egypt was divided into two kingdoms, the North, or lower (because the Nile flows north to its delta), and the South, or upper (towards the source of the Nile). While the southern kingdom, depending on the flooding Nile for crop fertility, worshipped fertility gods, the northern kingdom was the seat of solar worship. The former are more matriarchal (with Isis/Ceres, the cereal goddess, and related male consort types: dying and resurrected god of vegetation). The latter are more patriarchal, conquering, rules-based, Luciferian. Clinton and Bush exemplify this Dionysian vs. Apollonian distinction. Add, Search: Dionysian Apollonian, for a quick ramp up on such things. Now I must admit a contrary possibility: That my testimony to Yom Teruah up until now has been like an empty container awaiting this new content; That the expected testimony for Yom Teruah, which can be a trumpet blast leading to battle, should in fact be an encouragement to continue war. On 9-11, I was shocked by a co-worker saying, 'Of course we will go to war; We were attacked.' I thought, I still think, the more noble course would be to suffer the blow, to turn the other cheek, etc. But a clearly smart young man e-mailed me in other regards, and I surfed all his work, and found this thought provoking web page to be worthy of mention here: 'America is going to hell, we know this, and we would rather sit around and celebrate it a la Stockholm syndrome than abandon our cherished ideologies in favor of such a discredited, outdated notion as defending the nation.' -- http://www.michaelpundit.com/EnemyIdeologies.htm Ideologies of enemy nations and the next world war (by Michael Lyubomirskiy) I am willing to entertain his contrary, non-ego-syntonic ideas, because there is one thing that has long disturbed me. The signing of the Patriot Act on 2001-10-26 falls in my correlation above at +45 days, which is the 1335-th day ending the Book of Daniel, which is associated with a blessing, and not, as many liberals would have it, with a cursed reduction of our freedoms. 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. 12:5 Then I Daniel looked, and, behold, there stood other two, the one on this side of the bank of the river, and the other on that side of the bank of the river. 12:6 And one said to the man clothed in linen, which was upon the waters of the river, How long shall it be to the end of these wonders? 12:7 And I heard the man clothed in linen, which was upon the waters of the river, when he held up his right hand and his left hand unto heaven, and sware by him that liveth for ever that it shall be for a time, times, and an half; and when he shall have accomplished to scatter the power of the holy people, all these things shall be finished. 12:8 And I heard, but I understood not: then said I, O my Lord, what shall be the end of these things? 12:9 And he said, Go thy way, Daniel: for the words are closed up and sealed till the time of the end. 12:10 Many shall be purified, and made white, and tried; but the wicked shall do wickedly: and none of the wicked shall understand; but the wise shall understand. 12:11 And from the time that the daily sacrifice shall be taken away, and the abomination that maketh desolate set up, there shall be a thousand two hundred and ninety days. 12:12 Blessed is he that waiteth, and cometh to the thousand three hundred and five and thirty days. 12:13 But go thou thy way till the end be: for thou shalt rest, and stand in thy lot at the end of the days. Now it turns out, I happen to know I am that man dressed in linen, who also 'went in between the wheels' because of what happened just before I was given the clear revelation of the meaning of Ezekiel 1. I'll get into that elsewhere. But, anything may be used as a one-time code pad to omniscient entities, who, able to examine the teleological outcome, adjust their revelations to acheive the desired final effect. As I am deeply vested in the apocalyse, it would be sufficient if the 'five-hundred, ten, and five' in Dante's prophecy triggered my personal recognition of a likely interpretation. Just this past Jewish holiday of Judgment, Succoth, a group-read I participate in, on the Thomas Pynchon novel, _Against the Day_, passed page 515, which is more remarkable than most of the other bizarre things that happen in that tedious tome, and it correlates to my prior hearing that, 'Near the end of the year, I'm going to pull the ship right out of you.' Consider this text found on page 515: The farther out into the ocean they steamed, the more the horizon asserted itself, the less able or, come to that, willing was Kit to resist accepting the irreversible theft from his life, the great simple fact of Webb's absence. He lapsed into silence, torpor, for scaleless moments seized by memories of desert plateau, mountain peaks, meadows full of Indian paintbrush and wild primrose, some unexpected river two steps off the trail--then released back into the twenty-knot push into the uncreated. He was not sure what it was he feld. If anyone had said desperation, he'd've shrugged and rolled a cigarette, shaking his head. Not it. Not it exactly. Nor as it turned out was S.S. Stupendica all she seemed. She had another name, a secret name, which would be made known to the world at the proper hour, a secret identity, latent in her present configuration, though invisible to the average passenger. What she would turn out to be, in fact, was a participant in the future European war at sea which everyone was confident would come. Some liners, after 1914, would be converted to troop carriers, others to hospital ships. The Stupendica's destiny was to reassume her latent identity as the battleship S.M.S. Emperor Maximilian--one of several 25,000-ton dreadnoughts contemplated by Austrian naval planning but, so far as official history goes, never built. The Slavonian steamship line that currently owned and operated her seemed mysteriously to have sprung, overnight, from nowhere. Even identifying its board of directors offered occasion for lively displute in ministries throughout Europe. In shipping circles, nobody had heard of any of them. British naval intelligence was flummoxed. Though her boilers appeared to be of the Schultz-Thorneycroft design favored by Austria-Hungary, the engines were modified cousins of the same Parsons turbines to be found these days among the more sizable British men-o'-war, capable of twenty-five knots and more, should the occasion demand, for as long as the coal supply lasted. Thomas Pynchon happens to be one of those authors in which I detect the gnostic gift, the conscious knowledge of the tantric matters underlying all religion, as I shall get to in my decoding of The Book of Revelation. -- file://InternalText/Help/YomTeruah