Byways seeking berries, high street seeking heroes
A few days ago, I saw a mure mûre, a ripe blackberry, seen, not heard, no this is not to do with children although perhaps it is about children of God. Today I decided to go out and pick some (berries). I was somewhat disappointed as I was hardly finding any.
Am I too early? Too late? Crop failure? Have the bees all disappeared? There has certainly been enough water, just as our Creator has irrigated us with the Water of His Word for centuries. I have a hard time finding heroes also.
We can be blinded by our beliefs, our religion, so as to refuse even the possibility that our Creator would speak to a man, giving a Message which does not coincide in all respects with those beliefs, yet His Message is coherent with what He has always told us. There have been so many lies and half-truths that our skepticism is understandable.
I was not interested in the field of corn which represents to me the mass, the media, fattening of pigs (1984), the excesses of modern day industry. I am looking for the rare jewel, the ripe fruit in the hedgerow, the person who has the courage to change so as to recover their divine image and likeness, heroes of everyday life, penitents in the sense given by our Creator in The Revelation of Arès.
I found enough berries to be able to try a salad dressing recipe from The 80 10 10 Diet book.
1 ½ cups blackberries, puréed, mixed with 2 tablespoons tahine.
As for penitents, I cannot gather them by force, putting them into a basket or pail; they must come together of their own volition.
Scripture that was in my mind:
“ And the lord said unto the servant, Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in, that my house may be filled.”
“Here is where I am: My Word flows as a river through the steppes anew,
It cuts its course in the frozen lands where I have aroused rugged men,
men who could no longer know Me by the masks fashioned for (obscuring) Me,
men whom the mighty and merchants, princes and priests, have led to lose faith and righteousness. I have aroused them. They do not utter My Name, though; they do not listen to My Word, though; many of them hate Me, but they are not to be blamed for this, because they have been led to lose their faith and righteousness. Deceived men grow cautious; why would I send prophets to those who have been visited by the bogus prophets? I have been making prophets of those very men.”
“The harvest on which I send you is a toil for the giants of olden times, but your arm is as frail as an auger with which one would pierce through a mountain; this is why (I will see to it that) you and your harvesters will be assisted every day, (and that) your blunted scythes will be sharpened; My Breath will bend the (wheat)ears before you; Heaven’s Fire will burn the thorns; a legion of well-fitted-out angels will strike your enemies, still you shall toil, your arms will be bruised with the blows dealt to you, (they will be) scratched by the thorns; but heavy sheaves rich in good grain will pile up behind you, under their weight the floors of My Barns will creak and groan.”
“The Sowing has been made (and) the (wheat)ears have whitened notwithstanding the weeds sown by doctors, the depredations of their princes, who have crisscrossed My Field with thorn hedges and barren rockslides. The heaviest (wheat)ears will be hardest to bind into sheaves: those grown in Rome and Athens. A rampart of thorn keeps your scythe off them; an incredible arrogance holds their stems up like spears. Let your courage not give out in front of them, for they are My grand Crop. To reach It you shall burn the thorn but save the (wheat)ears from burning and to bend the stems your hands will be injured grasping their stiff beards; (you shall) groan under the heavy sheaves. Would any virtue of yours be great enough to (enable you to) provide a single bead of sweat for a labor so much inordinate for man? My Arm will be your arm, My Word your word.”
“Among His signs are the breezes he sends as harbingers of happy news, so that He may allow you to taste of His mercy, and that ships may sail by His command, and you may seek of His bounty, and may haply be grateful.
Another of His signs is the night, a time for you to sleep, and the day to seek His bounty.”
“How many living things there are on the earth that do not store their food; God provides them as well as You.”