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But the anointing which ye have received from Him abideth in you, and ye have no need that any man teach you. But as the same anointing teacheth you of all things, and is truth and is no lie, and even as it hath taught you, ye shall abide in Him.–1 John 2:27

https://www.biblegateway.com/verse/en/1%20John%202%3A27

Watching this interview with Johnny Cash I was surprised to learn he was 71 here. I’m 74. The man is clearly frail. God’s grace I am not. I was also surprised to learn Jerry Lee Lewis had gone to Bible School. Lewis said the kind of music they were playing would take them to Hell.

In so far as I know I am the only person alive at this moment who has trusted in the spirit with which I was anointed as my teacher.

This modern idea of accepting Jesus is alien to everything Jesus and the Apostles taught.

What it is is herd intoxication.

Aldous Huxley, “Groups are capable of being as moral and intelligent as the individuals who form them; a crowd is chaotic, has no purpose of its own and is capable of anything except intelligent action and realistic thinking. Assembled in a crowd, people lose their powers of reasoning and their capacity for moral choice. Their suggestibility is increased to the point where they cease to have any judgment or will of their own. They become very ex­citable, they lose all sense of individual or collective responsibility, they are subject to sudden accesses of rage, enthusiasm and panic. In a word, a man in a crowd behaves as though he had swallowed a large dose of some powerful intoxicant. He is a victim of what I have called ‘herd-poisoning.’ Like alcohol, herd-poison is an active, extraverted drug. The crowd-intoxicated individual escapes from responsibility, in­telligence and morality into a kind of frantic, animal mindlessness.”

A friend is reading THE KING JAMES BIBLE.

“Throw it away,” I told him.

He asked, “Why?”

I said, “You’re the one who told me how far from the mark the English translations of Arthur Rimbaud are from the French. Do you think THE BIBLE is translated any better?”

Jews, of course, know exactly what I’m speaking about.

It is even worse with THE NEW TESTAMENT.

“It is a curious thing that God learned Greek when he wished to turn author—and that he did not learn it better.”–Friedrich Nietzsche (1844–1900)

The New Testament was written in Greek. But not in a respectable Greek dialect. It was written in Koine Greek, which means “common Greek”. Christ was not a Greek, Paul was not a Greek, none of the apostles were Greeks. They spoke Koine Greek which is a bastard form of Attic Greek spoken by the peoples conquered by Alexander.

When we read THE KING JAMES that common, gutter Greek is translated into the highfalutin language of the court of King James which is as far removed from the Greek of the New Testament as Pluto is from the sun.

That said it is impossible no matter how it is translated to muck up, “Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.”

The thing we muck up is putting it into practice.

I was telling a friend tonight a story of how I once took the guys I lived with at the time to the now long departed and much missed OAKLEAF STEAMBATH which was just down the street. I had brought along a bottle of Eucalyptus oil to season the rocks in the dry sauna.

Only thing was it was filled with older men who would resent our intrusion. Without missing a beat the spirit in me said to an ancient Black man sitting on the top bench by the wall, “You know what I have?”

He said, “What do you have?”

I said, Eucalyptus oil.”

He said, “Eucalyptus oil!?!”

I said, throwing it to him, “Yes, and it appears to me you are the man who knows how to use it.”

I then left to take a shower.

When I walked in the room was primed to perfection. I heard him say, “That Reg Hartt. He does not exploit the culture. He’s part of the culture.”

My friend, to my astonishment, said, “There you go. Praising your name again.”

Quoting is not praising my name. It is quoting.

That is what the man said.

Like Jesus my father worked in construction. My dad worked at the top of big buildings where the big money was. He had to. Like many fathers he had a lot of hungry mouths to feed (in our case, eight) who never once said, “Thank you.”

Nonetheless, that man’s praise was honest, from the heart and more, way, way more than the man who has spent the last two decades doing his best to poison the hearts and minds of people against me than he will ever receive.

This month I graduated from God school.

I am become, as we are all called to become, the body of Christ.

Note here that I did not say I have become Jesus.

A lot of folk arrive at this point in their understanding without understanding the subtle difference between being the body of Christ and being Jesus Christ. Actually, it is Jesus, THE Christ, as Christ is a title as Elizabeth The Queen  is a title while Elizabeth Queen is a name.

So what did I do to graduate from Gods school?

I chose to, as Paul calls us to, to allow myself to be wronged.

Not only did I allow myself to be wronged I allowed myself to be wronged as shamefully as Jesus himself was wronged.

Few know that Jesus’ late night arrest in the garden of Gethsemane was as illegal as it got at that time. Fewer still know that his subsequent midnight trial before the hastily convened Sanhedrin was even more illegal. It remains to this day an indelible stain on the fine fabric of Jewish justice which no bleach can remove.

Our modern day courts more concerned with saving the state time and money are in that concern nothing less than as blatant a mockery of justice as was that one two thousand years ago.

Anyone who wishes to think different can think it. They are, however, a self deceiver.

The details of my trial don’t matter.

What does matter is that I was told that unless I accepted the plea bargain I was offered I would be tried again, again and again if I won and each trial would carry consequences heavier than the first.

To get to this point I passed through three lawyers each lesser than the one who preceded him.

The third I notified when Covid 19 hit that I should proceed on my own as my ability to meet his bill now lay in ruins.

He called, encouraged me and said, “Your case is textbook innocence.”

Thus I was surprised when two of the young men on his staff strongly advised me to take a deal which, in plain English, was ungodly.

I fired my lawyer.

People had told me all three lawyers were shysters and dumptrucks.

Note, I am not saying they were and/or are shysters and dumptrucks.

When I told this to the judge he said, “They all do that.”

For that reason I advise you not to hire a lawyer.

Force the court to deal with you.

I found myself facing the fears every person faces in a court room.

Accept the deal the court offers and we get a record that will stain the fabric of our life forever.

Reject it and risk prison which, if you have people in your care leaves us unable to care for them.

Most take the deal.

Reza Aslan rejects Jesus because Jesus suffered the most shameful of deaths.

That is the very reason why I accept him.

The Jesus people march towards at Evangelical rallies is not the Jesus who hung on the cross. It is the bowdlerized, castrated Jesus of the text of the King James and the other highfalutin translations of the New Testament.

It is a Jesus as fare removed from the dirt poor construction worker from buttfuck Galilee as it gets.

That Jesus, when they at last meet him, will say, “Go away. I never knew you.”

A man is posting huge cardboard signs on the streetposter kiosks of Toronto warning that Jesus is coming son, we should spend every available second in a Catholic Church while saying the rosary twenty-four hours a day.

“Bullshit,” the rough Jesus of Galilee would say.

I say it with him.

Look at the words of The Last Judgement:

Matthew 25:31-46

English Standard Version

The Final Judgment

31 “When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit on his glorious throne. 32 Before him will be gathered all the nations, and he will separate people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 And he will place the sheep on his right, but the goats on the left. 34 Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, 36 I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.’ 37 Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? 38 And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? 39 And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ 40 And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers,[a] you did it to me.’

41 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. 42 For I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me no drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not welcome me, naked and you did not clothe me, sick and in prison and you did not visit me.’ 44 Then they also will answer, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to you?’ 45 Then he will answer them, saying, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me.’ 46 And these will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.”

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2025%3A31-46&version=ESV

If that does not make you shit yourself I don’t know what will.

Not a word there about parking yer arse in church every day. Not a word about saying your rosary.

For decades I have welcomed the hungry, the thirsty, the homeless, the naked, the sick, the jailbird, the stranger into my home.

That is how I practice my faith.

I don’t join Kris Kristofferson, Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis and the rest looking for a preacher to preach me the word.

I, myself, am become the word, the living word, which gushes in me as a fountain.

The man who has devoted decades of his life (whose number actually is 666) is a sewer without a bottom.

Bad as he is far, far worse are those who listen to him.

One day while posting flyers for my programs a man sleeping off his drink beside the site rose to his feet. Looking at me he said, “People are saying evil things about you.”

I said, “Yes, they are.”

He said, “I don’t believe them. People say evil things about me as well.”

I said. “We stand on the rock. Let them.”

Worse, however, than those who do evil are those who stand by, watch and do nothing.

These fine people passed me by.

Who am I?

Count me along the least.

The die has been cast.

I laid down my life.

Now picking it up I am.

I am become Judgement.

“Nay, already it is altogether a defect in you, that ye have lawsuits one with another. Why not rather take wrong? why not rather be defrauded?” https://www.biblegateway.com/verse/en/1%20Corinthians%206%3A7

Those $600 an hour lawyers are not worth  six cents.

As you face your rushed and rigged trial in these plague days remember all those before you who faced rushed and rigged trials: https://www.nationalgeographic.com/culture/people-in-the-bible/why-caiaphas-broke-jewish-law-indict-jesus/

When Jerusalem lay in rubble the men standing amidst the ruins before Rome carted them away said, “He was only a carpenter.”

They knew.

I know.

I ride a pale horse.

I am become Death, the final irrevocable Death.

Expect me to do as you have done.

Years ago I saw a blind man waiting to cross the street as I biked along. I said to myself, “Someone will help him.” Ther spirit with which I am anointed said, “Why can’t that someone be you?”

It was.

The Hour of Vengeance is now.

I have become what I was becoming.

Dafonte Miller, 19. We have reached a level of hate unprecedented in history. It is getting worse, This should never have happened. That it did is evidence we are rushing towards the final hour seen long ago by Crazy Horse on his vision quest in The Black Hills. Every thing Black Lives matter is everything we al;l need Including those who did this).

Emerson: “Things are in the saddle and ride mankind.”

“Someone ought to do it, but why should I? Someone ought to do it, so why not I? Between these two sentences lie whole centuries of moral evolution.”–Annie Besant

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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