Friday, December 28, 2012

Our Food Was Created and It Was Good

Why we are messing with our food and allowing it to be messed with and don't realize there will be consequences is beyond me. Our diet is very much a part of our covenant way of life. Anyone who thinks G-d doesn't care about what we eat, might want to consider what Adam and Eve would have to say about that. They messed up with the promise that a certain item of produce would make them "as gods" knowing good and evil. Currently our society, on the other hand, has for the most part chosen to remove G-d from the information, play G-d, claiming to know good from evil and have apparently decided we can know what we are doing, know it's not good and do it anyway. As a rule, this is not the blog where I get political or social except for the covenant of this place, but I have to sound a warning. YHWH usually reveals things to HIS servants, before they come to pass. I've had a strange craving for rice, as of late, but every time I cook it in something, there is a strange odor that I cannot identify. Interestingly, I read last night, approval is expected for an already tested hybrid of rice with human DNA. That's right, between our very own FDA, USDA, and of course Monsanto, we are, on a cellular level introducing cannibalism and approving it. Doesn't that sound delicious? It won't be long until even our grains and vegetables are not edible. They are working quickly on that goal! As a person of the Covenant, I simply cannot stand idly by, while I have it good and live on heirloom vegetables without sounding the warning. And so, the warning has been sounded! Before this becomes a political issue, this approved test for sowing and harvesting took place on 3000 acres of conservative Kansas soil. This is not a matter of politics, this is a matter of conscience. We really shouldn't consume human DNA, with the exception of babies and mother's milk. Other than that . . . Playing G-d will result in nothing but disaster.
And the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: and G-d saw that it was good. Torah of Holy Scripture - Genesis 1

Monday, December 24, 2012

Peace on Earth, Good will to Men [Humans]

I've had another stark revelation in regard to peace and it came out of my own mouth! Once it comes out of your own mouth, there will be no claim of ignorance . . . My hope and attempts at peace making have been, of course, challenged and questioned, by none other than the folks who think I should be pleasing them for peace. Well, go figure . . . I've had an epiphany and as I said, the G-d of Abraham blessed me to hear it out of my own mouth, clearly and concisely.
Y'hshuwah gave commentary about the division and derision that would arise between folk that we think "should be" getting along, like neighbors and family members. He also gave a few comments regarding enemies, so apparently, everything isn't going to be harmonious, regardless of the attempt made by some.
It was in my conversation that I simply stated, my last book came out about a year and a half ago, and "I'd made peace with the fact I simply would not have a good relationship with some people" and even more severely the new book would bring some division in my "circle of influence." The amazing thing to me, was the fact that I stated, I'd "made peace" with not being received or appreciated or whatever. Sometimes peace making is not with the person in focus, but in accepting the circumstances and the bad relationship that exists. Sometimes making peace, is a simple matter of acknowledging there is no common ground in sight. It's in trying to force a commonality or going beyond that second mile, the trouble gets very ominous. Sometimes we simply need to understand the passage in Proverbs and Romans that instruct us to offer food and water even to our enemy, but recognize them as such. Y'hshuwah spoke of going the second mile and turning the other cheek. Once a person realizes they've indeed gone that second mile, it's time to part ways. It may not be the outcome for which we'd hoped, and that is where we must make peace with the fact of the matter. We are not instructed to go beyond the second mile and in my case of being a peace maker with a less than hoped for outcome, I must simply accept that. That's so much harder on the heart, than people pleasing! People pleasing can be pretty superficial just to get somebody off your back, but to make peace with an inevitably sad outcome requires serious peacemaking. I should have read Matthew 10:34-36 a bit more closely before getting my expectations out of proportion. Meanwhile, I shall be encouraged and share the encouragement with this passage.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of YHWH.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Acceptance Brings New Insight

I was so excited when my daughter gave my last book such rave reviews, but as always my hope was very short lived . . . When I moved to this place, I had heard YHWH tell me, not only was HE calling me to establish a remnant refuge, but this would be for my descendants. When I heard HIM tell me, it would be for my descendants, my breath stopped for a moment. My first thought was a fear that it would "skip a generation." Now in retrospect, I can't say if I already sadly knew deep down, what would unfold with my daughter or I had a Job moment . . . but as the year unfolded it became increasingly obvious that something was certainly amiss. I've hesitated writing about this, but since the pictures were posted to FaceBook, I feel it is now a matter of public domain and I have much greater insight as to what might have ended the call and purpose of YHWH for my life, had I pursued something that was not to be.
From the moment I became a mother, even though I wasn't walking with or serving G-d, I clung to Romans 8:28 in difficult times, and since I wasn't walking with YHWH, there were plenty of difficult times. "All things work together for good to them that love Elohim and are the called according to His purpose."
Even before I began serving YHWH, I married a wonderful man and we adopted each other's children. Now, years after the divorce and remarriage, he is still a wonderful Dad to my daughter, and in that marriage, I gained more descendants, who have also procreated, so my thought as to how YHWH would bring this about and how it actually comes about is yet to be revealed . . . He's not finished yet and the G-d I serve is certainly not limited to my failures! HalleluYah!
I have also realized if I have to make a choice to protect this project YHWH has given me and walk in HIS covenant, my personal feelings are not the top priority. I don't have to know how the descendant thing works out, to trust HIM. HE had already told me a couple of years before moving here, that I had not yet laid eyes on the next one coming to the preservation . . . Before you wonder how I got it squirreled around to think it might be my daughter based upon this statement, let me give this quick fact. In the interim she began dating a man that knew, just knew this was where he should be. So, I of course, tried to put those "two and two together" and hope he was the one I'd not yet laid eyes on and he'd be bringing my descendants with him. Needless to say, I'm glad I didn't try to cling to that as doctrine! Based on the written words of Messiah, there will also be "family" here that I haven't yet met, as Y'hshuwah's definition of family is "those who do the will of His Father." That leaves the possibilities far beyond what society dictates.
I hope all my descendants will come to the Covenant offered by YHWH, but it is not for me to compromise in order to win anyone. Only YHWH knows who will actually respond to HIS gracious offer.
Before the parting of the ways, I'd even told my daughter that I had a feeling we'd never see each other again, and sadly that feeling has not gone away. I was shown confirmation that saddened me far beyond our argument on none other than facebook, shortly after she and I parted ways.
The pictures caused me to be even sicker than the words spoken the night of her departure. On their counter were the Shabbat candlesticks I'd given them when her newly professed belief began, and my Granddaughter's prayerbook laying there by the lit candles, while they proceeded to work, baking and decorating "zombie cupcakes" with gruesome decor included. It was in viewing that picture and correlating the name calling through the argument, that I knew that sort of flagrant mockery could have no place in this remnant project. Now, that's not at all to say YHWH is not big enough to change things, because I know HE is, but I also know the change will not come about through any compromise on my part. I sadly realized that day, I couldn't serve YHWH and tell HIM who should be here.

Drive out the mocker, and strife will go out; Yes, quarrels and insults will stop.

They said to you that "In the last time there will be mockers . . .

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Words - Too Many Of Them

We can't individually resolve this on a social or national but in another way, we can. We do have the option to get it straight on a personal level, and if enough of us did that, we'd impact society. For now, though, I will use our social and national situations to prove my point. Nationally, we are a fiscal mess, and who is promising solutions? The same people that promised solutions 4 years ago and the same people that we know make promises they won't keep! Socially, we are a mess of reversed intolerance calling it tolerance. Socially, we are redefining everything but going on like it's the same ol' same ol'. Nothing is the same!
What we have is, society changing the meaning of words and inventing new buzz words that keep certain people in an uproar and other certain people feeling superior, and the "certain people" change sides with the political tide . . . which brings me back to the national promises. We already know, regardless of what's promised, it won't happen and it will be the "other party's" fault!
These situations both boil down to one word - WORD. Politicians don't expect to have to keep their word and their constituents don't expect the promises to happen, as long as there's the excuse of the "other party." Society is going to continue to divide and become more outrageous in their quest for "tolerance" until someone finally falls over their own big white elephant in the room, which brings me to my point. Redefining doesn't really change the circumstances or the views of most of the people, it just throws a new word out to argue over or an old word that offends everyone . . . Bring this all the way to the personal level, because let's face it, society is not a separate entity, it's made up of we, individuals, and Washington politicians are simply the embodiment of the desires of the people.
On a personal level it still boils down to WORD. Someone that keeps their word, and stands behind their word, doesn't have to redefine or pass blame for not keeping their word. I've also noticed, be it individually or socially, or politically, people that do not keep their word, use lots and lots of words to take the focus off of that fact! They aren't in politics, and they are few and far between in social movements, and actually they are just a pretty rare group, entirely. A person that keeps their word, is usually a person of few words!
Where there is much talk there will be no end to sin, but he who keeps his mouth shut does wisely. a Proverb of Holy Scripture

Monday, December 3, 2012

The Right Hand of Fellowship

I've heard that saying in reference to "church friendliness" and often those of us of Abrahamic covenant are offered the left hand of fellowship, but that's not the topic here today. I take Scripture literally, and by that, I don't mean I confuse symbolism. There is a difference between literal and figurative, but I believe there is not as much symbolism and figurative narration as folks would choose to believe. I've been amazed at the number of times in Scripture that we are told that Elohim takes us by our right hand. I've taken great comfort in this fact for a number of years, but this past week or so, I've also been convicted of a hard, hard reality. I'm recovering from a broken right arm, for the second time since June of this year, and in seeking and searching, I realized a very startling fact regarding the other time I broke it back in '99.
I'm left handed and the fact that it has been my right arm every time, has been curious. We naturally reach out in an attempt to catch ourselves or protect ourselves with our predominant hand. So why is my right arm taking a beating? Because in all three situations, I had let go of the hand of Elohim. I didn't realize I had until this last time, and it won't happen again, I pray, but it was a circumstance of reaching out to offer assistance, but not realizing I was only being used. Three times and by the same person! I don't mind being used, but it was cloaked in some sort of attempt toward fellowship. That's what I was missing. I so wanted to offer and extend the right hand of fellowship, that I offered it in the flesh . . . three times now in my ministry. The first time was less than a year after I began to facilitate an inner city mission. A family member in need had come to stay for a time, as a matter of fact, I was just finishing up the painting to open the doors of this mission, when I received the news of impending arrivals. Believing I was doing the "right thing" to help and I am still glad I helped, but I didn't discern the portions of the flesh that crept into the help . . .
Now, fast forward, 13 years. Ah, the number 13, the Christian numerologists call it rebellion or judgment or something bad. Anyway, I had already heard YHWH say that this door for family members relocating here, was not open. So, I hostessed while they searched neighboring addresses. As the opportunities continued to dwindle and the issues continued to escalate, it became abundantly obvious that no one's heart was in the work to which I'm called, myself included . . . I hadn't had a change of heart, I couldn't fit enough hours in the day. Hostessing and attempting to keep the peace was taking precedence over my other tasks and I was physically wearing down. By the first of June, some MS symptoms were appearing and not being one to sit down and give in, I continued to try to burn the candle at both ends. This resulted in a great evening at the goat auction, but a calamity in the unloading resulted in a broken arm, which put me on the injured reserve list for sure. Now, not only was I not getting everything done that needed to be done, I was certainly disadvantaged to an even greater degree.
That was through the time of this blog being suspended due to confusion. When I fell and broke my arm again the last day of September, I knew it was spiritual and I knew I needed an answer. With all the references in Scripture to being taken by our right hand and HIS right hand of protection. I'm so thankful HIS arm is not shortened and HE doesn't get broken.
I was told to call the neighbor and to be a witness unto Y'hshuwah. That I did, and when I got alone and into the Word, I found passage after passage of HIM taking HIS servant by their right hand. Well, I'm mended once again, better than either healing before, but like Jacob's limp, I have a reminder. If those who come are not interested in walking in covenant, there will be no peace keeping, I'll simply offer food and water for their continued journey.
I have set YHWH always before me: because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Let There Be Peace

It's the day after Thanksgiving, opening day of Shopping Season, and I'm still thankful. After cleaning yesterday, too thankful for what I have and too glad to be rid of what I don't want, to even consider adding to my personal inventory at this time! I am so thankful to not be participating in this year's Shopping Season. Oh, I do shop from time to time. I don't make everything here at the Preservation, but I celebrate simplicity and since I agree with Biblical scholars that Messiah wasn't born in December, I see no reason to participate in the mayhem. I've been here at the Preservation learning the difference between people pleasing and peace making, so clearly shopping for gifts in large crowds would not be conducive to peace as I sort out my lessons. I've had this assignment for years and thought I was getting somewhere, only to get definite negative feed back. I discovered the harder I tried, the worse it became, until I was finally at the point of thinking "Whatever it takes to get people to shut up and get off my back is what I'm willing to do." Well that worked to a point, but that just usually results in having to put up with someone having a tantrum and giving me a cussin'.
It has, however; finally hit me, and thank G-d before the preservation gathered more residents. I've been a miserable failure as a people pleaser, try as I might, but attempting to people please wasn't peacemaking. I have learned that people pleasers draw quarrelsome and critical controllers. We're like chaos magnets, and confusion sponges. We take it in, try to convert it all to something pleasant, and end up stuffing, and still not pleasing those around us. Not to mention, the boil over isn't pretty when the stuffing hits maximum capacity.
In the last year and a half, I re-edited my book 5 times, after the editor said it was ready. I changed the cover upon advisement, and every holiday gathering had to be rescheduled. As for trying to hang on to managing my new business. The only label of mine that did not get overridden, re-sized, replaced, or rewritten, was my basic soap label, and that was attempted more than once. The catalogue is changed, the product line is expanded far beyond what I set out to do, and when it's all said and done, none, absolutely none of the people I was trying to please, were pleased with me yet! And the critiques and input I asked for, it's still sitting here, untouched. To think, I gave up my own peace in an attempt to just keep jumping through hoops. I'm so thankful to have realized this, because the preservation is about to take on new residents.
People pleasing is not peacemaking. The G-d of Abraham has some interesting things to say about peace. He says if I please HIM, HE'll make even my enemies be at peace with me. Perhaps just a quiet distance is peaceful. HE says I have to love my enemies, and I love them at a quiet distance, sort of like the Rabbi's prayer for the Czar in "Fiddler on the Roof." The one thing the G-d of Abraham never said, was that we had to please people to have peace.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Cleaning House

When you've done all you can do. Even when you love someone or like someone, that's no guarantee they'll return the feelings. Sometimes life on the preservation just requires an overhaul and this week is it! I'm not a big fan of an official day to give thanks, as I feel pretty thankful and try to be grateful every day, so an annual Thursday isn't really my cup o' tea. Not to mention the whole immigration issue this country has been having for centuries now. Listening to so many white Americans griping about immigration doesn't really put those of us of Native descent in the mood to celebrate just how much immigrants do change the landscape of a nation. I can voice historically and sound very removed, but truth of the matter is, family gatherings make me tense, and for the most part always have. There were some fun gatherings at Grandpa and Grandma's, but we always had to leave early to make the "rounds" on the other side of the family and those were just always painfully awkward . . . I had a great time with my cousins at Grandpa and Grandma's. Those guys were the best, One of them passed away earlier this year, quite suddenly and by my estimation quite young, for death, anyway. Being thankful every day is much more appealing than setting aside a day to contemplate extreme emotions. A few years back I was what I will now refer to as emotionally blackmailed into having a dinner for company. The deal was, that particular year, Hanukkah and Christmas break overlapped. It only happens about every three or four years I think and the grandchildren and I had really been looking forward to this. We'd talked about 2008 for at least two years! Well the season began to roll around and I ended up making a big dinner for not only my grandchildren and daughter but my ex-son-in-law to boot and they were staying the entire week-end. Well, knowing the next month held such promise I reluctantly agreed to it. It was okay, I mean for once I wasn't getting yelled at or cussed out, so it was as pleasant a time as I remember with those of us who were in attendance. The real deal went sour the next month, however; when not only did I get gypped out of the deal, my grandkids only got to be here for two days of the entire vacation and it cost me a real argument to get that much time. Historically and personally "Thanksgiving Day" just isn't working for me. I've already celebrated the real harvest celebration of Sukkot, and even this year, breaking my arm the first day of the celebration trumped Thanksgiving Day memories. So, I'll remain thankful every day of the year for the many blessings I do have and Thursday, I'm going to do something that I will be grateful for, for months to come! I'm cleaning my pantry and laundry room! It may sound like a sad commentary or somber reality, but all things considered, it really will be of lasting value and enjoyable. I'm at the point in life, pretending we're something we're not just takes too much energy for the hypocrisy. A clean laundry room really is preferable to an annual day of tension and strife, and mountain of dishes.
Better is a dry morsel, and quietness therewith, than an house full of sacrifices with strife.

Thursday, November 15, 2012


According to WordWeb, the meaning for the term, epic is: Very imposing or impressive; surpassing the ordinary (especially in size or scale)
EPIC is the name of a privately held health care software system. It's used in hospital in-patient, out-patient, all sorts of data and billing in a large number of facilities.
. . .Now we have mandatory Health Care Reform.
Although this is not a political blog, this level of control over our individual bodies is a subject of life on the preservation. People of the Preservation trust G-d for their health, and that is going to become a legal matter very soon. What will be done to the parents of children who choose to not participate in the mandatory health care program of the government? What becomes of the spiritual well-being or even the freedom of the people who do participate? Those are not questions I want to have to answer, nor do I relish the thought of helping others address these issues that have been so programmed into our system.
I believe the basic truth of the matter is quite simple and those of us in covenant are seeking to live by that basic truth. There is just no getting around the fact that sin, disease, and death are connected, and G-d is love, life, and our healer. G-d has given very clear Instruction regarding diet, rest, sexuality, work, anxiety, family, and communicable disease, just to name a few. If we sought the Instructions by the Creator, we would have many fewer health issues. There are few, very few times when someone seeks medical treatment, that one of these issues does not come into play with a recommendation for change.
I was shocked by the name of this huge system of technology, but I was also a bit relieved. It's not like the name of the system itself doesn't give warning!
Before EPIC becomes EPIC in each of our lives, we need to seek our Healer.
And said, If thou wilt diligently hearken to the voice of YHWH thy G-d, and wilt do that which is right in His sight, and wilt give ear to His commandments, and keep all His statutes, I will put none of these diseases upon thee, which I have brought upon the Egyptians: for I am YHWH that heals thee.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

A Reverence for Our Creator

This blog will not be used politically, but this past week was a national election and since I don't participate, I would like to take this opportunity to state why.
For all those who have directly instructed their audience, or those who have claimed to "vote the Bible" Can you please tell me where voting and elections are mentioned in the Bible? A G-dly nation does not write it's own laws, it goes by G-d's. Therefore, by definition around the world, there are no G-dly nations. With that perspective, do you think Daniel voted in Babylon? Or how about Y'hshuwah and the Apostles? We know they paid taxes, yet Y'hshuwah continued to speak of being a part of another kingdom and so are his followers. Besides, what did anyone vote for? Everyone I heard was voting against something. Conservatives always vote against gay issues and abortion. I have this observation. Abortion has been legal since 1973. In that time, there has been at least 6 years in which the White House was occupied by a republican, the Congress was republican majority, both House and Senate, and the Supreme Court had 7 out of 9 justices appointed by republican presidents; and yet Roe vs. Wade was not reversed. It isn't going to be reversed! What truly offends me is the fact that the political group that is supposedly so deeply opposed and offended, continuously uses that desperately sad subject just for politics. As for the legalization of cannabis. What G-d fearing country renders creation to be illegal, in the first place? . . .
I've seen videos and news clips of federal agents destroying crops that are perfectly legal according to the state laws, and regardless of state referendums, it is still illegal on a federal level. G-d has already been removed from the classroom, the public square, the court house, and I'm not sure there is a church that will let Him in, so why not just put out a warrant for His arrest regarding the creation of herbs? Technically that is the manufacturing or production of an illegal substance! There is a complete loss of reverence for our Creator in our society and it cannot be remedied by an election. It's a matter of the heart and the heart of the matter is simple. To walk in covenant with YHWH and follow Y'hshuwah, one must choose between G-d and mammon [materialism,] and our society has attempted to blend them. There is no doubt mammon weighs heavy in the election and G-d shares HIS glory with no one. HE put it in writing, HE's given us fair warning. Since my citizenship is in the kingdom of heaven, I didn't participate in the election, and I don't regret that decision.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Communication and Perspective

Some still believe the internet is pure evil and some have changed band wagons from pro to con, and con to pro. I know back in the 90s when my folks suggested I get a computer, I responded with, "at this time it's a modern tower of babel to me" and it was. My only college incomplete, was a computer class. When I very clearly heard a definite direction for ministry on the internet, I stepped in, totally clueless of the interactive computer workings, but sure of the leading. That was three weeks before 9/11. Much has changed in the world and on the net, for that matter.
I am blessed to have acquaintances all over the world. For many of us, the internet is the only way we know each other, but I’ve found it to also be a wonderful way to communicate with those I know in real time as well. There is something about communicating by e-mail and messaging that has helped me spiritually . . . We all know folks that are simply difficult to communicate with. Some are just not interested in listening, others already have their minds made up, and still others just want to know "the dirt." The internet keeps it easier for me to differentiate and communicate discerningly.
You know, even G-d doesn’t speak to everyone, but HIS written word is available. Being in HIS image, I’ve realized my written word accomplishes more than my spoken words ever could, and even if they are taken out of context, I have record of what I wrote in the context in which it was written.
The only verbal communication I truly participate in anymore, other than my semi-monthly trips to town, is prayer, my radio show and the time I spend talking with the critters, so probably 85% of everything I express and receive is through my keyboard and screen. My spoken communication is minimal.
As I type, I’ve come to realize, not only do I use spell check more than I thought I would, but this form of communication is also a “spirit check.” I find, I express far less that I regret, and I don’t receive as much information that is difficult to forgive. I am grateful for the time to "spirit check" my words. In that sense the computer has much more potential than the spoken word of humanity. I realize there are those who would hide behind screens typing cruelty, but discernment tells me their mouth would be no more pleasant. I've received so many more pleasant messages than unpleasant and what few unpleasant ones that have come my way, I'm just so grateful I didn't have to stand there and listen to them and I'm glad I had time to consider my response, rather than simply blurting out in anger . . .
For those I haven't met in real time, but know through the internet, I'm grateful for this opportunity, and for those who I do know in real time and this is the choice of communication, I'm also grateful . . .
Whoso keepeth his mouth and his tongue keepeth his soul from troubles. a Proverb of Holy Scripture

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

The Task of Preserving the Preservation

Reality is sinking in rather rapidly. I am surrounded by the beauty of nature and for that I'm truly grateful. The fact that I don't yet know who will follow to pick up this task, is an enigma I'm learning to live with. For years I believed that old saying about love and trust going hand in hand . . . well it doesn't. We can't always trust someone we love. As a matter of fact, it's completely possible and often easy to love someone we can't trust, but it's hard to like them! I think the most difficult part of realizing someone can't be trusted is the reality one has to face in the mirror. The reality that this was an obvious fact, long before we're willing to accept it or admit it. It's time to put failures and disappointments behind and move toward the mark of the high calling. I'm not really certain what all that entails, but I do know it involves looking ahead and moving forward and no longer looking back even in an attempt at reparation. Reconciliation is an act of G-d, according to the New Testament, so I'll trust that to HIM.
This week's Torah reading is about Abraham and today's reading was about his rescue of Lot, after Lot had chosen the lush and plush land that turned out to be not so friendly. It really had never soaked in and I've read this for years, but Lot first tagged along with Abraham after Abraham received the call, promise, and blessings of G-d. Then when it came to the land, Lot chose the best for himself, of course, but was taken captive from Sodom and Gomorrah. Abraham had to rescue him, only for Lot to return to Sodom and Gomorrah for a few more chapters . . .
I couldn't help but notice this morning that Lot had been given much, still rescued, and yet continued to return to a place that ultimately cost him everything! Sodom and Gomorrah is throughout Scripture a symbol of indulgence and self will. I just hadn't realized that Lot was rescued more than once from that place, and although everything he had, he'd received through Abraham's blessing, he still ultimately lost it all to to his own self service. Yet even as he left Sodom and Gomorrah for the final time with fire and brimstone falling, he still offered his own solution to G-d, but Scripture never mentions the paths of Lot and Abraham crossing again. In seeking to walk in covenant, I truly don't want to be always making suggestions to G-d, and there comes a time in which rescue simply cannot be humanly offered and accomplished. I also realized today that all this occurred before the manifestation of the spiritual promise to Abraham had come to pass.
And Abram said to the king of Sodom, I have lift up mine hand unto El Yon, the most high G-d, the possessor of heaven and earth, That I will not take from a thread even to a shoelatchet, and that I will not take any thing that is thine, lest thou shouldest say, I have made Abram rich: Torah of Holy Scripture

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Learning . . . Admiration and Envy

I went to my Aunt's the other day for a visit. I had a wonderful time visiting with her and seeing my cousins. And, oh, what I learned. I'm sort of swaying between admiration and envy. Admiration because of what this woman has accomplished, tribally speaking and envy, because as much as I admire it, it's simply too late for me to experience what she has. I believe the Apostle Paul recommended that we envy the greater gifts and he said LOVE was the greatest, so I believe I'm spiritually sound to envy what she has with her family.
Her eldest son recently passed and his absence is very much still a tender void for everyone, myself included. It's funny how cousins can lose track of each other, only see each other at the "marryings and buryings" but when they cross each other's minds it brings a smile with the assumption that we'll see each other at the next gathering, but it's different now. We all got together and John wasn't there. I can only sadly imagine how many reminders they experience regularly because they are a close family. It's really awesome and something I have wanted since I can remember, but I wasn't the wise woman my Sweet Aunt Nina was and is.
I've now gained enough wisdom to know attempting what they have simply isn't possible for everyone . . . Sometimes wisdom comes by sadness, but to ignore the reality doesn't make something enjoyable, as I have learned. I do believe that G-d has brought me to this place to establish His definition of family and community and although it isn't going to happen the way I thought with the people I had in mind, it will be a family and community of His making.
Now, back to what I learned. I learned that my Sweet Aunt Nina has an amazing gift of meekness and I'm not talking weakness. She's a strong little woman in cowboy boots who has lived on her own for over 30 years and could probably kick some major butt, but she chooses to let folks just do their own thing and frequently appears to hold her comments. I admire the way she'll say, "We'll just have to agree to disagree," and that's the end of the topic. She means it and those listening understand that she means it.
I was greatly moved by her steadfast kindness and stoic strength. In catching up on family, I listened to the way she spoke of other's accomplishments and differences and her standard of accomplishment and wealth was not in comparison amongst the people, but rather applied uniquely to each of them. She spoke well of most people and if there wasn't a good report, it was spoken softly and sadly. She's already blessed to know her great granddaughter is being raised with the same family values she has instilled, and that is a priceless blessing. Even though, I didn't have the wisdom to be blessed as the matriarch that she is, I am blessed to see these values in at least one of my descendants.
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love G-d, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

Friday, October 12, 2012

An Undeniable Solution!

In living tribally according to Scripture, sometimes there are questions, but always reason to be grateful. I can't find anyone else talking about some of the issues I'm sorting, so there are situations in which it seems trial and error, at best.
This occurred recently over the situation of a calf. Last year, I messed up big time and killed the fatted calf under my own hopeful idea, rather than the leadership of the G-d of Abraham . . . and calamity ensued. The folks in which I shared this, were all excited and gave me money for a calf this year. Well, I accepted, still ignorant of my own misdeed, and the first notable sign that I'd missed something, was that this year's calf was higher priced, after I'd already quoted it. Now these folks were aware of that and even suggested that I just tell others about the increase, but they offered no more in compensation. No big deal, what's $10.00 among friends and loved ones . . . ? Besides, I am a woman of my word, and that was the price I quoted them, so I ate the $10.00. Then the big blow up occurred and I offered to reimburse the original investment, but the offer to stay in touch and return to process the meat was extended by one of the individuals involved. I put my check book away and simply stated, "We'll see what happens!" I've not heard anything from this individual since and that's been nearly two months ago, so with winter approaching, I began to wonder what should be done. Well this morning, early, I witnessed what should happen!
I'd really been struggling as to what the right thing to do, would be. Should I write a check for their cost and then sell the calf for what I can get? I mean it is on my land and it drank my goat's milk and ate my feed, and yata yata . . . Or should I sell it and send them the entire proceeds? Or should I welcome back yet more confusion for the processing of the meat? As I've sought the proper G-dly solution for this enigma, I awoke very early this morning with these people on my mind.
When I first awoke, I wasn't sure if I was seeing the flashing light of the internet modem or lightning. I went ahead and got up about 4 to seek YHWH in the early morning. I like those times. What ensued next was without question, undeniable. I received my answer for the business end of the calf, as well as the attempt at future fellowship over the killing of the fatted calf. And it is unmistakable! All in, all done! At approximately 4:30 this morning, the calf was struck by lightning. The calf died on my watch. I'll reimburse their initial investment, which is still less than my original output . . . nothing more, nothing less. The calf was left behind in their change of plans, so, possession is nine tenths of the law. As I sought to do the right thing according to the G-d of Abraham, HE answered my seeking. The calf was hit by lightning and died instantly. It was absolutely instant, no signs of struggle or pain. All things considered, $60.00 is a small price to pay to walk in the Abrahamic covenant, and the calf was going to die anyway! I am thankful . . . Certainly, with lightning involved, there is NO question as to Who handed down the decision!

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Little Things Have Become Much!

Here's an update on the injured wing, and a report on my new internet store! Both are coming along nicely! I'm learning so much about so much, these days . . . I'm learning to be very careful in what I ask for, a number of words have more than one meaning. I'm learning that walking in peace is more important than the admiration of humans, but it's not an easy lesson. I never realized how much people truly admire confrontational humans. I just had no idea it was such a revered trait! I'm learning that to truly empty myself of expectations, is not easily done, but necessary for the task in which I'm called, and one thing I have learned that took a long time to learn is that sometimes we just have to accept that things are never going to be the way we want them to be. There's nothing to do to fix it and accepting it means acceptance just the way it is! The upside to this lesson is that circumstances and conversations no longer evoke a great deal of emotion. It's a rather flat matter of fact interaction! I mean, there isn't even a motivation to prolong or incite further interaction. Sort of one of those, "Received your correspondence," "Thanks for calling," "Kind Regards." There's no longer a need to even make a point. I had no idea this sort of serenity existed, and it's more satisfying than making a point, having the last word, or even a persuasive conversion by confrontation. I'm thinking right now, that serenity feels a lot like a void, and it may be, but I'm expecting a supernatural filling of this void. I'm typing like crazy with my arm still bandaged, but pretty functional. The tech that I called to help me set up some coupon codes for the internet store, actually told me I helped resolve an issue that he couldn't. So, that's awesome! My Granddaughter can now place orders from the store using a special code for her 100% discount and I've managed to be able to go international! I've got some great soap to unveil later this week and . . . and it's a big AND. Through the course of this injury, I have formulated and will be manufacturing a new product in natural pain management.
. . . and herb for the service of man . . . a Psalm of Holy Scripture

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

I Am YHWH That Heals Thee.

I've needed a break! I've cried out for a break! I've had a lot on my mind, a lot on my shoulders, and experienced quite a bit in the area of disappointment recently, and I simply wanted a break! Well, I got it, about 7:30 pm just as the sun was setting and Feast of Tabernacles was to begin. I had the last bucket of food for the night in hand, when I realized I couldn't reach the guardian dog's food dish over the fence. She and I had already had our quality time and she does not like to schmooze at meal time, as she is much to busy letting the herd know that is her dish and they are to remain a respectable 25 feet distance! I use a walking stick and usually have it with me at all times outdoors, but I didn't that particular time. As I headed back toward the house to get my stick to move the dish, IT happened. I still don't know what happened, but I found myself lying on the ground and heard my own voice yelling at the top of my lungs that I was hurt, my arm was HURT! All the yelling sort of jarred me back into reality and I realized I had to get myself up off the ground, finish chores and get into the house before I passed out from the pain. I got up! ~ Praise G-d and got to my stick, as the profuse perspiration broke out all over me . . . I moved the dish, dumped the bucket and prayed I would be able to get up the back steps. The summer flashed before my memory back to breaking my arm the first week of June. I simply cried out to G-d, that I didn't understand what I needed to do, what I needed to learn, but please oh please, I wanted to learn it, I wanted to do it, and I wanted to put the past behind me. What did I need to do? As I ascended the top step, kicked off my chore sandals and headed in, I aimed the fan at the chair I was going to sit in and heard the most simple statement. "Be a witness unto Me!" I had one of those, "is that You, Lord?" moments. It wasn't the usual sound I heard when hearing YHWH, but I knew the Scripture, I knew the Word, it was The Word, it was the voice of Y'hshuwah. And so I sat and listened further. I was instructed to call the neighbor and ask him to please come up, I had a problem. He did and when he walked in, he maintained a wonderfully compassionate "poker face" in which he later said, he could see I had pain written all over my face, he didn't want to make it worse. I asked him if it looked broken? He later described my arm as looking like a nylon stocking full of potatoes . . . Now, remember I've been posting answers to prayers and miraculous interventions in what some would consider seemingly small matters, but I've known this was moving and growing, although I didn't realize this would be a step in the direction! My friend and neighbor said he respected my beliefs regarding G-d healing with no doctor and no pharmaceuticals but he would give me a ride to the hospital if I wanted him to. I responded, I appreciated his respect for my faith in G-d, I'd simply have a glass of wine to ease the pain and asked him to please wrap it for me and I'd be better by morning. We talked, we even joked a bit, but even with ice, the pain was intense. He left and said to call him if I needed anything and otherwise he'd check on me in the morning. He called in the morning, I told him I was going to see how many of my chores I could accomplish then I would need some help re-wrapping as there was some swelling . . . I actually, by the power of G-d, did my chores one handed and when the bandage came off, it was clear that my arm was still damaged, but my friend spoke outright, "I would have never believed it would look so good!" I told HIM G-d created our bodies to be healthy and to mend. Then he added, the horrific potential details if I had opted for the hospital, and he's told others of this amazing circumstance. I heard Y'hshuwah say again, "a witness unto Me." This "event" has dramatically opened the door for my witness unto YHWH Raphah. The G-d of Israel truly is our healer.
But ye shall receive power, after that the Great Spirit is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth. words of Y'hshuwah

Thursday, September 27, 2012

The Cat and a Cucumber

The two nouns of the are not in the same event, just the same blog. Last week, I posted about putting faith into action and gave a single account. This week, I've received a double portion blessing, so there are two accounts to share. First, one of my cats came home looking horrible. Country cats have a different life than city cats. Country cats prowl! They are profoundly efficient instinctive predators, but sometimes country cats get into skirmishes. Now, I feed our guys here every day, but they like to hunt. Their names are Puma and Tiger, and they are quite different in their individuality. Puma usually hunts fairly close to home, which is nice because the livestock and poultry feed attract mice. Puma has his plan all laid out. Tiger, on the other hand tends to wander a bit further. The other day, he came home looking bad. I mean really bad. I was truly afraid one of his eyes was gone . . . I laid hands on him. The next day, his eye was awesome and I could clearly see the puncture wound right outside of it. Something had really gotten ahold of him. He's doing well and staying a little closer to home. I'm very thankful that G-d truly healed him right up.
Next, of course is the account of the cucumber. I let my vines go about a month and a half ago, before the rains came, after making many, many pickles. I had just made the comment last week that I was sorry I didn't have any more cucumbers. The vines were dried up and I was craving one. Sunday morning, I was out picking peppers, again, and lo and behold at the end of a dead vine was the most beautiful perfectly green cucumber. I can't explain it, I can only report it! For life to succeed on this preservation, I simply must live walking daily with the G-d of Abraham and report HIS goodness. Soon and very soon, I'll be sharing it with my descendants.

And he believed in YHWH; and He counted it to him for righteousness. Torah of Holy Scripture

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Trusting Our Creator

I've been very aware of seeking a new level with G-d. I want more of HIS Great Spirit in my life and well, Since I pray "Thy kingdom come," I want HIS kingdom to come in my life. I also became very aware of the words in the accounts of the gospel, "He who is faithful in the little things will be given much." Since these Days of AWE have begun with Feast of Trumpets, I'm becoming much more aware of the little things and giving thanks for them, and trusting HIM in them, then giving HIM glory for what HE does. I have to share this because it was so awesomely HIM. The other morning, it was raining. Now, I have stated and stand behind that statement that I enjoy choring in the rain, but . . . it was really raining hard. As I sat here at my desk with my first cup of coffee, I asked Adonai if HE would hold back the rain for just a bit so I could open the chicken houses without getting drenched. All the four-legged critters have access to their pasture and water, as well as shelter so they are free to be where they choose, but the poultry gets closed up at night for protection and they need out for food and water, so . . . it's an every morning and evening event, rain or shine. As I sat here, the rain wasn't letting up, at all. I had felt a bit guilty, maybe even selfish, for even asking about holding back the rain, because this area had really suffered a long hot dry spell and the rain was much needed, but HE knew my heart. Then something in me just knew I needed to get up and take step. I then "heard" it confirmed in my spirit. Trust, real trust, steps out, and so I did. I kid you not, this is no exaggeration or embellishment. By the time I got to the door, and opened it, it had stopped raining. The sky was still dark and overcast, but it wasn't raining. I opened all the chicken doors, checked to make sure the little goats were dry and had some hay, made all my rounds, and stopped at the Tabernacle for the Sh'ma and to thank G-d for this miracle. I thanked HIM for holding back the heavy rain and even told HIM, that I wasn't expecting HIM to stop it, just lighten it. And with that, a gentle mist just began to fill the air. So lightly, the rain fell, it wasn't really even making drops in the puddles that were already formed. It was amazing. I thought of what really a small matter, yet great thing I had been blessed to be a part of. The Creator, maker of heaven and earth who holds the wind and rain in HIS hand had timed it all perfectly around my first step. As I returned to the house, and settled into another cup of coffee, the rain once again began to fall as it had been when I first asked. It rained the rest of the morning and into the afternoon. We've been blessed with much rain in the past few weeks and to be honest, I don't think that morning was really about the rain at all. It was about trust and stepping out and realizing HE's still in control!
YHWH shall open unto thee his good treasure, the heaven to give the rain unto thy land in his season, and to bless all the work of thine hand . . . Torah of Holy Scripture

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Moving On

I have officially unsuspended this blog. It's been awhile, but sometimes at least for me, understanding takes some time. The confusion mentioned in any earlier post, was mine. I was choosing to believe words I knew were not true, calling it hope and faith. Although I still firmly believe that I have been called to found this tribal community on a spiritual foundation, there have been some changes made. Most of those changes have been made in me. Thankfully, I've accepted them or at least am seeking to. When I first began to embrace this vision, I naturally thought of family. I have an Aunt, whose children all live around her and they have continued their vision of heritage. What I hadn't realized until now, was the investment each of those participants have made in this tribal tradition. Then I was led to factor in the spiritual truth spoken by Messiah in Matthew 12. "For whosoever shall do the will of my Father which is in heaven, the same is my brother, and sister, and mother." And so, in relationship to Him, it would seem I'm going to find myself a spiritual relative, and not necessarily in this project with blood relatives. I do have the promise of G-d that this would be for my descendants, and so I cling to that promise, but realize it is also going to include new family. Those who are related by the Great Spirit of G-d.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Trouble in the Camp - Confusion

I've not been posting here so much, because I sensed there was trouble in the camp. It wasn't something that was overtly obvious or even spoken, it was just a matter of discernment. Now, as things are unfolding, I'm faced with what I've sensed and dreaded. Someone can know the truth and not be able to let go of false idols.

Due to difficulties beyond my control, but not outside of G-d's power, this blog will be suspended for a time.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Tribal Community

For the greater good of the entire group! I haven't posted recently because I've been weighted down with something I'm trying to weigh out and suddenly I see it clearer now. I've had this overwhelming feeling of deja vu in a very negative way. The best way to describe this feeling of heaviness is the feeling of sinking in quick sand and when I ask for help, someone throws a blanket on top of me . . . Needless to say, this feeling needed to be dealt with. As this so called community is supposedly taking shape I keep being reminded of my days running the mission in another time, another place. I remember letting my own wants and wishes of working with people take over my better judgment and even more important my stand as a believer. In order to let others "help," I found myself making concession after concession and still basically working the project alone. Oh, there was the appearance of an organization, but I had to change times of meetings, days of gatherings . . . I thought the concessions I felt required to make to accommodate those who "wanted to help" were merely ways of getting along, but then one night I made the mistake of actually asking for help and there was a "take over." The authority taken that night wasn't sudden at all. I'd been giving it over little by little for months . . . I've moved on from that, but I'm forever changed by that, also, and now I feel it again. I know G-d has called me to host a community, but I must needs remember He also told me two years ago that I'd not yet laid eyes on the next coming member. Rather than get ahead of G-d, which considering the information and history I have, would be disastrous disobedience, I must simply be busy about my Father's business and believe that it is HE that will bring the members to this community. I know that I know, I never want to experience what I did several years ago. So, I have no clue as to when there will be new members to our tribal community, but as this Passover season is upon us, I pray we will receive the deliverance HE brings and embrace the opportunity of Promise in which HE is leading HIS people.
And it shall come to pass, when ye be come to the land which YHWH will give you, according as he hath promised, that ye shall keep this service. Torah of Holy Scripture

Monday, March 12, 2012


The new kids have arrived for this season. I've gotten seven rows in the garden, and a new lease on life. This has been one of those weeks, how shall I put it. It was the best of times and the worst of times. Actually the "worst of times" weren't all so terrible, as in not life threatening or anything, just the need for endurance was nearly excruciating. The reality of reality actually set in. I'm living on a working small farm. I've started two businesses and more folks are getting on to this idea of living. And others are now talking of "a community type lifestyle." I was talking with my daughter about their plans to engage in living off the land and as we spoke, our spirits just rose. It's exhilarating to even think about! G-d has a plan for each of us and it's much simpler than we've been making it, so rather than fuss and sputter about what we want G-d to do for us, we ask G-d for HIS perspective. What a wealth of splendor unfolds and falls from the windows of heaven. We received not one, but two bucks from one of our meat goats, which sort of makes me think, we'll be needing more meat on the place, and that makes me think there'll be more folks here. Then of all things, G-d caused the most quantitative milker on the place, to bear my birthday gift. She had a beautiful buck, that I plan to make the new herd sire. Now, there's more to this story than just young livestock arriving on my birthday. To be honest, that happens fairly frequently, since my birthday is in the first week of March, but this time was different. I had sadly taken a young nanny to the auction just days before this young buck arrived. This nanny showed so much potential when I'd bought her last year, but she never kidded and I just felt the tug that it was time to let it go. I'd so wanted her to produce offspring of her coloring, a sort of mottled grey, just beautiful with dark stripes on her face, but alas, after a year she produced nothing and wasn't particularly friendly, either. I also reluctantly took both mature bucks to the auction. Now, my reluctance wasn't against the plan, but rather, I had gotten rather attached to these two guys, but since it was time to keep the young nannies they had sired, they had to go. Here is the way it has all unfolded, now, that I've done what I was supposed to do in preparation. The young buck that arrived on my birthday had the coloring of the nanny I sold, and to make matters even more rewarding, even if the young nanny had produced any offspring, it would have only been 3 at the very most. Now, this young buck on the other hand, can sire a dozen young kids next year. So not only will the herd carry the grey mottled genetics, he will pass along that quantitative milk gene, as well. G-d has blessed the preservation . . .

And thou shalt have goats' milk enough for thy food, for the food of thy household, and for the maintenance for thy maidens. a Proverb of Holy Scripture

Friday, March 2, 2012

Getting the Garden In

Will get the post up in a couple of days . . . Hurrying before Sabbath.
Shabbat Shalom

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Raised Bed Garden, Square Foot Gardening, Recycling

Used tires bring together the concept of raised bed gardening as well as the maximizing plan of square foot gardening, plus it addresses the problem of what to do with an old tire, and as I've discovered, it saves $2.00 on the disposal fee. Why fill up landfills with tires, when I can fill the tires with "land" and have square foot, raised gardens all over the place? That's how I'm planting strawberries, zucchini, cucumbers, and whatever else comes to mind. Of course, I'm planting in the ground, also. As a matter of fact, I can hardly get blogs posted for being outdoors these days. Today was beautiful, over 70 and busy, so I couldn't wait to get into the garden and get the rest of it tilled up. I'm going through my seeds tonight and tomorrow, it will be official! The beginning of the 2012 Garden will be in the ground. Actually, I'm a little over a week late, but we've been blessed with a few rainy nights and it's been too muddy to till until today. As a matter of fact, there were still a few places the wheels sank, but it looks wonderful! Now, tomorrow, out to the garden with my specially chosen heirloom seeds of sugar snap peas, radishes and a variety of leafy greens. G-d willing, the salad fixin's will be ready by the first of April. But back to my tires. This tire gardening really does appear to be the best of both space saving and back saving garden ideas. I've even planted fruit trees in the tires. Now that was a bit more work, in that I also had to dig a hole in the ground, but I can just see the extra mulch around them already and I'm planning on strawberries around them. By having the tire, the strawberries should get plenty of nutrients from the top soil and straw in the tires and the fruit trees will actually spread their roots deep into the ground soil, but the tires full of soil really give these young trees extra support as they get established. This isn't just about utilizing the land, but it's also about preserving other land from being trash heaps. Tires that are filled with straw and soil to produce something of value seems a far better purpose than filling a landfill.
When thou hast eaten and art full, then thou shalt bless Y-H-W-H thy G-d for the good land which he hath given thee.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

More Preparation to Be Ready

I was just speaking to a friend about the things we are doing to "be ready." I told her, I truly want to be as ready as I used to think I was, already. I did get the trees planted and we've been blessed to receive a number of soft gentle rains this past week. HalleluYah! I've also sown the bedding plants for the garden and G-d willing, I'm in step with HIS plan and provision in this matter. I planted one "tray" of seeds, but then became convicted that others may find themselves in need of bedding plants, but are not yet in a position to be able to do that or even know they need to. Perhaps, it won't be the bedding plants that are needed, but the actual produce itself . . . At any rate, a couple of hours on a rainy afternoon, a couple dollars' worth of heirloom seeds in 50 cents of dirt is a small investment in what could potentially be a big return to feed many! So many of us have forgotten what G-d created and gifted us to do. Of course, as I sit here writing about the planting I've done, I'm also very aware that I have been created to plant spiritual seeds as well, and so I will do that as well. It's time to enlarge and expand the coverage. Talking accomplishes so little, and something else that has become quite clear, accomplishment of G-d's plan actually takes so little, on my part. HE has the plan, HE has the provision, HE gives me the time and the strength. All it takes from me, is my willingness to set my heart and hand to the task. So, today, although there has been more preparation accomplished, I now know, there is still more to be done, and G-d has blessed me with the strength, and the wisdom to accomplish HIS purpose and further prepare for those that will be coming to this preservation.
Commit thy works unto YHWH, and thy thoughts shall be established. a Proverb of Holy Scripture

Friday, February 3, 2012

Vision and Preparation

Probably what truly makes people of the preservation different than mainstream society, is their vision for the future. People of the preservation are very legacy minded. As our society becomes more and more focused on instant gratification and entitlements, some of us are "paying in" for the next generation, as well our own and the previous one. But in this case, "paying in" isn't financial, it's making preparation that the next generation can be sustained. There may be a time when money doesn't buy anything a person needs. Scripture is quite clear in regard to a specific cost of buying and selling; at some point the cost will be one's soul. So, preparing for the next generation's needs, and the generation after that, seems pertinent. Monday, I'm planting fruit trees. Oh, I've planted a few along the way in life, but this time, I'm planting a small orchard. There's an old saying, or witticism, or something that states, people don't plant trees for themselves, they plant them for the next generation, and I believe this is the privilege of the "elders." I believe it's the most stable gift I can leave my grandchildren. Oh, if I have any money left when I'm gone, they can have it, but who's to say it will have any value . . . And they can have my "stuff," and I'm sure there will be sentimental attachment and wonderful memories associated with some of my "stuff," but it will still only be "stuff." Trees on the land, fruit trees, will be perpetual, G-d willing and that's a "paying in" I enjoy. I'll be planting my fruit trees this coming Tuesday. Tuesday is specifically significant, in that according to the Hebrew calendar, the 15th day of the 11th month marks the day in which the sap begins running the other direction in the tree. The dormancy ends as spring approaches. At this same time, I'll also be starting my plants that need to be set out rather than sown, tomatoes, peppers, cabbage, etc. I'm amazed at the number of places potting soil and seedling beds are now available. Vision and preparation are not about geography. Vision and preparation are a matter of the heart. Preparation for the next generation can and should be in the heart of every child of G-d that is blessed to be a parent and/or grandparent . . .
Lo, children are an heritage of YHWH: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. Holy Scripture

Thursday, January 19, 2012

The Way of Life

There's been a change in plan for this blog today. I've discussed my perspective of a number of topics here, but today I want to talk about the men of the preservation. A man of the preservation, is not the ordinary mainstream American male. The men in my awareness that fit this criteria are men of tribal ancestry that are not waiting for a check from the casino, but rather have assimilated into the culture through employment, but maintained their heritage in the personal aspects of their lifestyle. These men of the preservation lifestyle manage to be well respected in their employment, see to their aging parents or widowed mother, often tend to an ailing spouse, and even if the spouse is healthy, these men recognize that a woman is the weaker vessel and treat her accordingly. I told a friend the other day that men like this are a dying breed, and the sudden passing of my cousin, yesterday, confirms that statement even more readily than I was ready for. My cousin was not even a full year older than me, which is a reminder of my own mortality, but even more important than that reminder, his passing has served as another reminder. I spoke with my aunt this morning, his mother, and I could hear the stoic tone as she calmly stated, that everyone so depended upon him. She said they'd get through it somehow, but it was going to be hard, everyone relied upon John. Following our conversation, I realized the value of one's life truly is weighed by the lives they touched. John saw to so many people, and yet he maintained his heritage. His obit stated that he had been with the same company for 30 years, enjoyed playing with his grandchildren and bow hunting. If you were to describe the men of our family, I guess rugged would be a predominant adjective, and John was, but he also had a tender side. He saw to the needs of his widowed mother, who still lives quite independently while being legally blind. His wife was sick, literally unto death for some time, and he tended to her. He had two beautiful daughters that knew they could call Daddy, any time, and while taking care of all the women folk, never abandoned being the rugged man that is in his heritage. He was the elder son and accepted that responsibility readily, and now in his passing, his brother continues to exhibit the traits of what it is to be a man of the preservation. RIP, John Simmons, I love you and I'll miss you.
But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. New Testament

Monday, January 9, 2012

Living and Learning

It seems this time of year, I'm doing a lot of meat processing, but as I consider this fact, it only makes sense. Spring is planting season, summer is garden tending and canning season, autumn is harvest time, and winter, since nothing is growing or needing tending, time to tend to the meat. Not only is meat processing hard work, but it really needs an element of cooling effect for proper processing, and since these freezer destined critters are grazers, it only makes sense to not have so many when the pastures are not green and lush. For centuries, the seasons have ordered the planting, gathering, and hunting for humanity. G-d mentioned that early on. It seems our society has gotten so far from G-d's plan and been so religious about doing that. How can we look at HIS Instruction and determine it was for another people and another time, yet at the same time, assume to be entitled to the blessings? Simply stated, we can't. We are only kidding ourselves. So, as we continue this journey of living and learning, I again find myself embracing, not just the words of Scripture, but the understanding that Scripture is living Word, or to be succinct, G-d's Word is life.

I call heaven and earth to record this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live: Torah of Holy Scripture