Barricades of Heaven on Earth


"YESHU"

{Guess WHO?}


Ach jah:
Yah, El Yah, Yahh & Yahu ...

From a myDi~corpus
of over one hundred Yahweh inscriptions,
thirteen were selected
for the myDi~viewer to study.

Observations of the way
that the ancient myDi~scribes
wrote the name of their G*D
has led to a theory
as to why so many archaic forms
are retained in Old Negev
{Ir Ovot > Ruchamah >
Avdat > Elat a.s.o.}.

It was observed
that often when the name of YHWH
was written
{in any of the respectful abbreviated forms}
archaic letters were used.

And since most of the inscriptions
of these ancient dwellers of the Negev
were religious,
their language was viewed
as a carrier of sacred knowledge
and such a language
has a conservative preference
for archaic forms.

That is,
G*D's name
should be written in the forms
used in the beginning,
such as the forms
carried down from the mountain of G*D
by Mosje.

The
original meaning
is not clear
but supposed to mean:
"I AM
{was & will be}"
...

SO,
on the
other end of
all these stories
covering at least 4000/5000 years
{between Ur, Thera & Yerushalayim a.o.},
we can find

"The Next Voice
You Hear"

'Gather
your deeds and your posessions,
whatever certainty you've known,
forget your heroes,
you don't really need those lasting lessons.

Stand in the open:
the next voice you hear will be your own.

But, alright, they knew how they could hurt you,
and you let them cut you to the bone.
But G*D forbid,
you allow them to rid you of your virtue!

Forget their laughter;
the next voice you hear will be your own.

Throw down your truth
and check your weapons.
Don't look to see
if you're alone,
just stand your ground,
and don't turn around -
whatever happens.
Don't ask directions;
the next voice
you hear will be
your own.

All the street
are filled with laughter and light
and the music of the season
and the merchants' Windows are
All bright
with the faces of the children
and the families hurrying to their homes
as the Sky darkens and freezes
they'll be Gathering around Hearths
& Tales
giving Thanks for all G*D's Graces
and the Birth of the rebel
Jesus ...

Well
they call him by the Prince of Peace
and they call him by the Savior
and they pray to him
upon the seas
and in every bold endeavor
as they fill his churches with their pride and gold
and their faith in him increases
but they've turned the nature they have worshipped in
from a temple to a robber's den
in the words of the rebel
Jesus ...

We guard our world
with locks and guns
and we guard our fine possessions
and once a year when Christmas comes around
we give to our relations
and perhaps we give a little to the poor
if the generosity should seize us
but if any of us shouls interfere
in the business of Why they are poor
They get the same
as the rebel Jesus!

But please forgive me if I seem
to take the tone of judgement
for I've no wish to come between
this day and your enjoyment
in this life of hardship and of earthly toil
we have need for anything that frees us
so I bid you pleasure
and I bid you cheer
from a heathen and a pagan
on the side of
rebel Jesus ...

~*@^@*~

Running down around
the towns along the shore
when I was sixteen and on my own
No, I couldn't tell you what the hell those brakes were for
I was just trying to hear
my own song

Yeshu found
his own sweet sound
and won that free trip to the Sky
We'd all get together 'round the fire and play
Life became a Paradox, the City, the Flight Up High
and the stretch of road
running to Rome

All the world
was shining from those hills
the stars above and the lights below
among those there to test their fortunes and their wills
I lost track of the score
long ago

Pages turning
pages we were years from learning
straight into the night our hearts were flung
better bring your own Redemption when you come
to the Barricades of Heaven
where I'm from

Childhood comes for me
at night
Voices of my friends
Your Face bathing me in Light
Hope that Never Ends

Pages Turning
Pages Torn and Pages Burning
Faded Pages
Open in the Sun
better bring your own Redemption when you come
to the Barricades of Heaven
where I'm from

~@*^*@~

Better
write your
own myDi
after you read This Message
better read your own writing on the Wall
before you die and don't forget
to Remember
Me
every Now & Then
for Than
Everything will be
All Right

Fright
to Fight the Might
dissolved
into
Salvation
of
Every Nation
to become One
under G*D

Question:

which "ONE" &
HOW?


Maybe
we'll See?

maybe ...


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gemeenverward
gaap!bah!
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