@izzythepush,
Quote: I was just pointing out that for someone who speaks with great authority about theological issues you seem to be entirely ignorant of standard academic norms and practices.
Considering that over 99 percent of the content in my posts in this particular forum are quotations from the bible or related scripture, I feel no need to supply an author other than the gospel writers such as Matthew, Mark, Luke and John plus the biblical letter authors such as Peter, Paul, James, Timothy and last but not least, ENOCH, which I do in the greater majority of cases. Nor do I feel the necessity to supply the name of the BIBLE publisher, date, or city of publication.
But thank you all the same my friend.
And now that we are coming to the close of the sixth day or rather the sixth thousandth year from Adam and the great Sabbath of one thousand years is soon to begin, we must now make preparation for that great day of tribulation that lays ahead, before which day, ELIJAH will appear and like Enoch, will choose an earthly host body and gather to himself the required number of Jews and Gentiles who will rule as kings with Jesus for the thousand year Sabbath. See Malachi 4, 5.
I ain’t never got a penny, always broke I must confess
And the few things that I’m forced to own If I lose em then I guess
I’ve lived without em once before, can live without em once agen
The only things I really needs is me solitude, me pad and pen.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not some mug what thinks that he can write
But anytime I calls me own, doesn’t matter, day or night
You’ll find me at me table, sittin here with pen in hand
Scribbling out some flaming rubbish and tryin to understand
How a man can sit here writtin words, and even without tryin
Jot down me thoughts then read em, and find all the lines is rhyming.
For instance, Just an hour ago, I’s sittin here and pondering
When from the north, then from the south, there comes this distant rumbling
And then me mind goes sorta blank and something moves me arm
And I thinks, now should I try and stop it? “Nah it never does no harm.
And words appear as I sit and write, not taking no great notice
Then I reads what’s written here below when me mind comes back in focus.
“To the north of us and to the south, the thunders peeled and the lightening flashed
While up above the sky was clear, not a single cloud hung in the air
The night was still, not a breath of breeze and starlight flickered through the trees
While all around, the wild storm surged, and what did you do? You got the urge
To sit and write this useless poem, when you should prepare for the coming storm.
So when you see the damage done by your apathy and stupor
You might just learn a thing or two that will help you in the future.”
Welll, it gets me mind a thinkin hey? I’m not one who turns his back
On a lesson from me teacher, Nah, me past has taught me that
And I thinks… well yea, there’s many folk, what live in many lands
Where conflicts rage around em, and it’s getting out of hand.
And they builds emselves an island, You know? A little dome of peace
Where they think the storm won’t hit em, like fools, they think they’re safe
But the storm clouds gather closer, then the lightening and the fire
Invade their dome of safety and they’ve got nowhere else to hide
So I makes meself a mental note and thanks the spirit deep within
For his insight and his knowledge and for sharein his wisdom
And I now make preparation for the great storm soon to come
Oh, I know we can’t avoid it, but we’ll come through it, me and mum
You can keep your gold and silver, and all the diamonds in this land
Cos there comes a time in every life, and I don’t give a damn
How much gold or wealth you got, or what position that you’ve gained
They’ll be useless in that time of Stress, better if you’d filled your brain
With the wisdom of the ages, the most precious thing of all
Cos He’s the one what saves you mate, while all around ya, thousands fall. ...By the Anointed.
BTW, if one can mentally descend into the past, then one has actually descended into the world of the dead, but to experience the past, one would have to merge with the mind of an ancestor living in those days and experience the past though the senses of the body of that ancestor.
Again, who was the pre-existent mind who spoke through the mouth of the baby Noah.