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Friday, August 30, 2019

My Label

When I write my label in Hebrew backward, forward in English it reads Post.

Post.

Hmm.

Epiphany.

Post.

This may be a sign my Hebrew letters need more hand practice.

Maybe.

Post.

I searched my label.

It's nice to know what my component parts are.

Do you? Do you want to know?

Well, let me tell you. My first two letters and my second two letters are essentially the Old Man.

So, I am certainly glad Jesus resussed. I need his new man status.

I have it.  However, these are the things I learn by searching.

דלמק
דל
מק

See something like dal or del.

Door.

Other stuff too. I am a poor and meager man standing at the door of eternity, seen as poor and meager by the one inside. I stand and knock on the door of eternity, and wonder if the one inside will open the door, and attend to the dew upon my hair from being out in the middle of the night. 

How is it that the poor and meager man is also the door?

Next part.


For this next part, this 

  • rot, decay, putridity, gangrene


is the Old Man who needs to be renewed by God.

Among the Scottish, and all the Macs, Mac has meanings in many languages. For me, it has the sense of Tribe. 

Anyway, tongue searching, I review the Hebrew.

Dalmec. Dalmac. Dalmak. Delmac. Delmec. Delmak. Wow, I wish I knew all the other potential vowels. There was a former Hebrew, before the 1920 version restored to the Nations. That one had no vowels. Wow, God must have set in his people a big discernment for all that. It says in scripture that there's a desire in God to have his people let by his eye. They would stay in his eye view.

Dalet mac.

A sick needy poor people tribe needs the salvation of the Lord God Adonai.

And he came and stood at the door and knocked.

God's plans for the tribe is to make them Mighty, like a remnant of himself.

Dalet. There's good news. There's very good news. You only need to bend a little toward the man with dew in his hair to achieve your restoration. You lean over the little aleph butterfly just a little, and you put your hand upon the door transition.

Ooh awe. Ooh aah. The transition has sprinkled blood which covers your sin man, and lets you walk through the door as a being of light. Baby. From putrid and gangrenous to burning flame. Give me your burning flame, and burn up the old, and bring on the new.



I have a bird detail.

Remember the zebra finch? I gathered basil from my garden of spices, and among them, as I sat with nature and the world at my feet, I listened. My birds came to visit. Because I babysat a zebra finch, a pair of black and white finches came to visit. And I listened to their song. 

My heart might be saying more with the various dalmacs. 

Who would search it out.

They must be a finch. They must. They have a similar song to the Zebra finch. It's not the same. 

Now, I can pick them out among my whole bird choir.

I love those little birdies. 

As you may expect, today, I am drying basil. I find this basil more potent than what you can gather at local supermarkets. 

To be clear, Jesus was not only resuscitated. He came back from the dead.

It was an unseen miracle bringing back a person, himself, from the dead after three days.

And Jesus brought Lazarus back from being four days dead.

Jesus spoke these things. He pre-spoke them into being.

Since then, and it was something I saw recently, a person came back after being 7 days dead. Only by Jesus' power do we get up to transformation and light.

To look forward, how many days is it that the two witnesses are dead, before they get up?

Dalmak

Searching the letter combinations possible, I have the word of Turkish for Meditation.




Now, who thought I would end up with an empty hand...

My label also means Meditation.

You need to be willing to work through the languages. 

If you look at this particular word in Turkish, the list of uses is quite long. This is a rich word find.

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