Journey Unto Shiloh: Part 9
As mentioned in Daniel 2012 and Journey Unto Shiloh: Part 1, we are about to see the start of some amazing events in 2013 as they build to a crescendo over the next four years. And 2013 certainly isn’t going to disappoint that prediction as so much has happened in the first month and a half. With tensions rising here in Asia, especially after North Korea’s detonation of a nuclear bomb of up to 40 kilotons to coincide with Valentine’s Day, and the China warship locking its missiles on a Japanese vessel a week ago, you can sense things are getting tense without the use of a crystal ball. This week Germany reported an economic decline, as the last remaining nation to hold up the financial pillars of the EU is beginning to crumble while unemployment rises to 27% in Greece and Britain votes as to whether it should leave the union. Nor should we forget the momentous resignation of Pope Benedict, the spiritual head of over 800 million Catholics and the world just doesn’t get it. This wasn’t a job that you just hand in your resignation to the Big Man and say “I can no longer hack it!” When the Holy Synod elects a Pope it is supposedly with divine guidance and inspiration, a selection made by their god, himself, and therefore infallible. Health status, although definitely going to affect the pontiff’s decisions, are not a determinant of job continuity since historically, someone selected by God is for life, and if He selects a High Priest, then it is until death and beyond. As Catholics spin the media to support the resignation and try to convince themselves that all this is perfectly acceptable, I see it as another nail in the coffin as Christianity comes more focused under the microscope of criticism and its followers see it as shallow, misguided and most importantly, in error.
So today’s article is not going to be that long winded as usual. It doesn’t have to be as I ask that my readers take the time this week to review the news and see what has happened since the start of this year. For those that wish to be pedantic, then the beginning of year really isn’t for another month according (abt. March 11th if the New Moon is sighted) to the Karaite and should I mention, correct Jewish calendar. Hence, what we are witnessing now is only the prelude. Time to strap on your seatbelts, check your airbags, if the ride proves to be as bumpy as my ‘epiphanies’ would seem to suggest.
In previous articles I mentioned the message that had been whispered in my ear, early in the morning hours of one day in May 1986. “Lamah Kanini, Avivu Ishu Sheltani” for those of you that may have forgotten exactly what was said, something which will never be a possibility until the day I die as its inscribed indelibly upon my gray matter, never to be erased. Because it was from a language that no one seemed to be able to identify, I was at a loss as to what it truly meant. As I mentioned, my Iranian friend was of little help since he thought it was a warning to stop bothering some evil force that was malevolent by nature but that made no sense at all since I was the one being ‘bothered’. Of course numerous Jewish friends had a go at the translation only to conclude that it was non-sensical and was the equivalent of Hebrew baby blather. Again, that was easy to dismiss since it was obviously not Hebrew and therefore was beyond their scope. It was not until 1998, that year that seemed to play such an important part in my life, that I finally received a translation that began to make sense. More importantly, it was deciphered by source I could not have even imagined I would ever be in contact with. I was guided to a Pastor of the Crossroads Church as he had a reputation as a linguistic archaeologist in translating ancient Christian manuscripts. His name was Nasir, a Palestinian Christian and you can imagine that the meeting of a Karaite Jew with a Holy message, with a Palestinian Evangelist was going to be initially tense. At first, Nasir couldn’t be bothered, telling his colleagues that he could see little purpose in translating dreams and that I was in the wrong place if I wanted a sooth-sayer. It was only when my colleagues explained that even if it was a dream that it was in an unidentifiable language that he became intrigued. Perhaps he thought I was speaking in tongues, but whatever his reasoning, he decided to listen to what I had to say.
I described the events of that early morning to him and then repeated the phrase as it had been whispered to me. I could tell that it had hit a nerve. He grew silent, pensive and then after a prolonged period of silence he said that he recognized the language. In his journeys through the northern hills of Syria he had heard it spoken. It was an old language he said, still spoken by pockets of villagers but that it was rare, and even rarer to hear it spoken by a Jew born in Toronto. He described it as the mother tongue of many of the languages now used in the Middle East. Ancient in its origins and soon replaced by Aramaic as the lingua franca, but Syriac could still be heard in these secluded villages he described. When I asked him what it meant, he excused himself, saying that although he could recognize it, he could not translate it, but he would make a phone call to a Professor that he knew in Antioch. I was surprised to discover that he meant right there and then as he rose from his chair, excused himself and headed to his office where he would make his phone call. Fifteen minutes later he returned and he sat quietly across from me as he studied me carefully. What was probably only a minute later he broke the silence. “Why you?” he asked.
“House of Phiabi, family of Aaron, tribe of Levi, take your pick,” I answered him. “Do you really believe that God falters on his promises and forgets those that He selected just because some other religion says it’s so?”
“If anything, He wanted to let you know that your days are over,” Nasir responded. “The translation says it is so.” And then he began to provide the translation as he received it from his Professor colleague in Syria. “Firstly, you have to understand there are words that have meanings that don’t easily translate into English. Lamah kanini would correspond to ‘why have you resisted me?’ but it has a deeper intent. Resist isn’t the exact word, it’s more like a refusal to listen, to purposely ignore, like a child refusing to listen to his parent on purpose. There really isn’t an English word to describe that but it existed in ancient Syriac. But the latter half is the most important because it says ‘In your Spring, I will send Jesus to you!’ Again, there is more emphasis on certain words that can’t be harmonized with English. For some reason he’s sending Jesus directly to you. Which is the part I don’t understand because I doubt very much you’re a believer in Jesus.”
“In the spring he is sending Jesus?” I asked. That was the content of this message. I was disappointed. After all these years to have a message translated that to me was essentially a betrayal of my own beliefs seemed like a colossal waste of my time and efforts. “Jesus? You’re sure about that?”
“Yes but more to the point he is sending him directly to you! That is how my friend translated it. Ishu is the name for Jesus amongst those Christians living in the hills of Syria. It is a synonymous with saviour, which is used interchangeably with his name.”
That is when the true meaning of the message hit me. It had nothing to do with Jesus. I was being told that in Spring, the saviour would be sent to me. But why My Spring? Just because the Christians had used the name Ishu in this hill country for Yeshua didn't meant that the revelation had anything to do with some pagan messianistic belief in a demigod. The word simply meant 'saviour' or 'messiah' and no matter how this Christian pastor wanted to present it, this was not a Christian prophesy. But in order to get the rest of the prophecy deciphered I had to play along and I didn't disagree, which in turn probably sent him a false message. “So what do you make of the use of ‘your Spring’,” I asked Nasir. "Strange to place a pronoun in front of a season."
“You live in New Zealand now,” he said to me. “Your spring will be in September, so it could be as early as next month.”
That explanation didn’t sit well with me either. Why would a message from God concern itself with whether or not it was a northern hemisphere spring or a southern hemisphere spring? I instinctively knew that the reference to a personalized Spring had to have far more significance. So there was still a mystery as far as I was concerned that had to be resolved but I knew I wouldn’t receive the answer from this Christian pastor. He was too busy finding ways to translate the message in favour of supporting his own beliefs.
It was December 2010 when I finally received my answer. Events of 2008 that I will describe in other articles as a continuation of that countdown that was decreasing in two year increments each time, had prepared me for what was about to happen. I have no doubts as to the sequence that will take place, nor the 140 year period that will ensue afterwards as described in the previous Journy unto Shiloh article. Spring was never intended to mean a time of year, or anything to do with calendrical calculations. ‘Your Spring’ meant that we would have an all too human reference to that terminology and as much to all our surprise the world used it to describe the Arab world uprising calling it ‘Arab Spring’ though terms like ‘Arab Nightmare’, ‘Arab Rebellion’, or even ‘Arab Islamist Takeover’ would have been more appropriate as it never should be considered a rebirth or spring.
So after 24 years, I finally had complete answer to the riddle of my revelation of 1986. The so-called Arab Spring would herald the end of our times, the coming of the saviour, whom I can assure you will not be some long dead and buried teacher that had everything he taught twisted and mishapen into a bastardized heathen-Judaic hybrid of monotheism, and a re-emergence of Torahitic Judaism as the true faith of times. As it was in the beginning, so will it be in the end. What God had stated is eternal, even if our commitment to Him is not.
I'll let you think about the events of this article for a while. Think about how an ancient Syriac message was used to reveal what would be happening in this particular decade. How prophetic messages still exist even in our techno-hypocritical age. Even as a messenger, it meant that I might not understand the message until I weaved my way through a host of people with their own particular slant on current events. How the demise of Christianity actually begins to pave the way towards this new world order. Take a look. Take a good look around you and see the world as it unfolds. It is happening now. It is happening today, and you're all part of either the solution or the problem; the decision is ultimately yours.
Peace Be With You