THE SATANIC WEST AND APARTHEID ISRAEL WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH WORLDWIDE TERRORISM, PERVERSIONS AND GENOCIDE - GOD OR NO GOD!
I RESEARCHED, SAW AND SUFFERED WHAT THEY AND THEIR MINIONS DID AND STILL DO!
Muhammad Ali Ben Marcus The plain truth! I studied some three years in the USSR (1964-1967), and my best friend MICHAEL STEPANOVITCH DRINKIN, was JEWISH, pork eating atheist and Communist!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUKM7xGHI9g
Published on 12 Jul 2019
#Actualité #Politique #France
- 19ième entretien rivarolien d'actualité politique pour le mois de
juillet 2019, en présence du directeur de publication Jérôme Bourbon,
interrogé par Florian Rouanet.
Sujets :
0:25 - Attentat et prison ferme contre Dieudonné - onglet répression.
30:07 - Antiracisme à deux vitesses de la Loi Avia.
33:23 - L'école Ozar Hatorah en flagrant délit de tricherie au Bac.
35:26 - Mise à mort de Vincent Lambert.
53:32 - Loi Taubira : un acquis social pour le Rassemblement National.
1:08:20 - Recommandations.
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TRUE OR FALSE?
http://muhammad-ali-ben-marcus.blogspot.com/2011/02/jesus-messenger-of-light-by-adriana.html
http://muhammad-ali-ben-marcus.blogspot.com/2011/02/jesus-messenger-of-light-by-adriana.html
Sami, The Bedouin.
Historical facts:
First, let's establish the fact that Palestine (even according to the Jewish Torah and Literature) was never the native land of the Jews. Whether the old Jews invaded Palestine as migrants from Iraq along with their forefather Abraham, or from Egypt along with their Moses, or even from deep Africa where their alleged Exodus originally started, the old Jews were never natives of Palestine. Now, if you want to believe in ancient Talmudic fairytales of the fevered Moses that Jehovah (the Jew) suddenly popped his eyes in the Desert of Sinai to give (the already inhabited) Palestine to the “poor slaves” of Egypt, it is your problem, but that has nothing to do with reality or History: the old Jews (as well as the modern European invaders) are nothing more than colonizers to a land that was never ever their homeland.
It is needless to say that historically the Canaanites, Jebosites (of Jerusalem), the Hittites (of Hebron); the Amorites of Schem, and the rest of the seven nation-tribes are the original inhabitants of Palestine who dwelled in this land for thousands and thousands of years before the old Jewish invasion. It is needless to say that the natives of Palestine are those who built the ancient cities (towns) of Palestine like Jerusalem, Hebron, Jericho, Schem/Nablus and the rest of the Palestinian-Canaanites towns and villages.
It is needless to state the fact that the Jebosite natives of Canaan/Palestine had built Jerusalem with its paganist temple some 1500 years before any Jew stepped this land.
It is clear in the Torah (YA HU WAH addressing Moses) talks about “their” (the other nations) land, but not “yours” or the land of the Jews. And that the Jews had to fight the natives of that land, and even to annihilate those natives (according to the orders of the Jewish YA HU WAH), which they couldn’t, as it was clear from the New Testament that the natives of Palestine (the Canaanites) believed in Jesus and stayed in their land, while the Jews didn’t, but plotted against him and accused him of blasphemy. and were subsequently kicked out of the land.
The Zionist-Jewish Justification
But how the ancient (as well as the modern) invaders of Palestine justify their land robbery and bloody crimes against the natives including genocide? There are two keywords that can clarify the Zionist delusional way of thinking, these two words are the “promised land” and “Amalek”
“Promised land” or “God gave us the land” are the first words the modern Zionist colonizers use to justify their ethnic cleansing of the natives and their ongoing crimes. Whether you believe their Torahic heresies or not, whether the Zionist colonizer in Palestine was ultra religious or from the far-left fringe, whether he was an ardent Zionist or a “peace dove”, none of them can justify his/her mere existence in Palestine other than through this magic word of “god gave us the land”, as if God is nothing but a real-estate agent working for others.
One evening, we sat under the stars looking at the flickering lights of Palestinian villages. Bobby Brown [A zionist settler], with a wave of his arm, said: “All the Palestinians have to leave this land. God gave this land to us, the Jews.”
This is how they justify robbing the native Chrtistian land property
The annihilation of the Amaleks, (the original natives of Palestine) is the second keyword the Zionist-Jewish mentality uses to justify their criminal acts. The Amalek and the necessity to fight and annihilate them is widely discussed among the Jewish religious circles, which refers to all the non-Jews especially the natives of Palestine in particular. To gain a sacred motivator for the Zionist colonial project, the Jewish references have to demonize the Palestinian native (or any possible opponent of the Zionist colonial project), the Jewish religious circles attribute the (amalekite) nature to Toratically justify the annihilation.
Now, whether you believe it or not, Palestine has become the “jewish homeland” and all those who oppose this heresy or when the natives fight back for their stolen homes then they are demonized as “anti-semitic” Amalekites that should be annihilated by direct orders from the jewish Jehovah.
Sami, the Bedouin
Stoning “Adulterous” Women and Its Talmudic Origin !!
The Origin of Stoning
3And the scribes and Pharisees brought to Him a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before them 4and said,“Teacher,this woman was caught in the act of adultery. 5In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such a woman. So what do You say?”… John 8:4
Furthermore, you might be surprised, and even shocked, to know that stoning (skila in Hebrew) is the Jewish capital punishment perscribed in the Torah for over 17 “sins” and not only for adultery of a married woman.
Stoning is not the only barbaric punishment prescribed in the Torah, but there is also another more barbaric punishment of Burning (Serefah in Hebrew) which is also prescribed for 10 “deadly sins” that are all different “types” of adultery.
The ever first stoning event happened in the history of The Arabian peninsula, was also committed over a jewish couple by jewish people:
In the pre-Islamic Arabia, stoning wasn’t used and even wasn’t known, and even prophet Mohammad himself didn’t know about it but through the jewish tribes in the old Medina.
After prophet Mohamnmad was harassed by his own tribe in Mecca, and after he kept calling for Islam for ten years, he found followers and supporters in Medina. As Prophet Mohammad left to Medina, he became the spiritual and social leaders for the people of Medina. He used to be consulted for the disputes and solve them according to what he sees suitable and/or according to the teaching of Islam.
In the old Arabian peninsula there were some Jewish communities living among the Arab tribes, as the same in Yemen and they were called “the people of the book”.
One day, while prophet Mohammad was in his “public house”, the Jews of Medina brought a couple for him and asked him to judge them. then he said: “I can't judge while you have a book. What does your book say about it?” There was a dispute among the jews and they presented different “punishments” including flogging the couples, blackening their faces and make them ride on a donkey with their faces turned backwards then tour them round the town to be known for their sins.
Then (and it is clear that prophet Mohammad didn’t know what to do with the adulterous according to the Islamic law or the Arab traditions) prophet Mohammad ordered a copy of Torah to be brought. When the Torah was brought and through reading it, one of the jews put his hand on the verse that prescribes the stoning punishment. prophet Mohammad ordered him to take off his hand, then asked them to do what their Torah orders them.
Stoning in Islam:
There is no single Ayah “verse” in the Quran that orders stoning. the punishment for adultery of the MARRIED man or woman is 100 lashes, for the free and 50 lashes for the slave. So, how stoning got to Islam?After the jews stoned their woman in Medina, it is alleged that an Ayah “verse” was delivered to prophet Mohammad ordering him stoning (this ayah never appeared in the Quran) but it was abolished or, it is likely to be one of the first drafting of the Quran by Mohammad affected by the Torah or the “Law of Moses”, but later he abolished it.
To understand the process of drafting the Quran you should know what is called (Nasekh and Mansoukh) the abolished and abolishing verses, in which the Quran was delivered gradually in stages for the Arabians to get it and/or get used to the new law.
Let's take an example: Drinking alcohol wasnt completely prohibited by the Quran at the first stages of the Dawah “preaching” , but the Muslims were not allowed to be drunk while they are praying, and they are allowed to drink between prayers ( dont come close to prayers while you are drunk لا تقربوا الصلاة وانتم سكارى ) .. However, later on, there came an Ayah that prohibits drinking completely. The later Ayah, abolished the earlier ayah as null, though the first was kept literally written in the Quran.
The prescribed punishment for adultery is 100 lashes and this ayah came AFTER the alleged (but never existed ayah of stoning) and accordingly (even if the stoning ayah was true) the later ayah of lashing should be known to abolish that barbaric punishment.
The current version of Torah dictates:
Stoning, and the same as female Circumcision is NOT Islamic, nor there is an ayah in the Quran states and orders that Talmudic punishment.. these came down to the Arab culture from other ancient cultures like the Egyptian and the Hebrew ones. This could explain why female Circumcision is used in Egypt and Sudan and some parts of Saudi Arabia but NEVER in Syria. As a Palestinian, who is not affected by the ancient Egyptian and the old Israelite (law of Moses) culture, I can assure you that no single Palestinian female is Circumcised
Most of the Muslim sheikhs “scholars” prohibited stoning as non-Islamic including the supreme head of the International Union of Muslim Scholars IUMS who repeatedly said that stoning is NOT Islamic but an ancient Hebrew tradition that was abolished by Islam.
About Sami !!
One day I was standing by the window gazing vacantly and smoking at the lunch break at work, when a colleague came and stood by me without me noticing her. I was looking out blankly and she was, probably, looking at my look, or the way I looked. Then out of sudden she asked me in a decisive and assuring tone: “Are you existentialist Sami?” I was shocked and startled for that direct unexpected question and remembered the “parties” of interrogation they held on me in the zionist jail.
What? Existentialist? What’s that? And I was really astonished not only from the question, but from the questioning person whom I never thought she knows (and I was right) anything of Sartre or Fanon.
What? Existentialist? Why the hell I am always taken to be –ist?
“You are communist, and we know that” roared the zionist interrogator suddenly (actually not one but three interrogators to complete the “party”) which is part of their job to surprise you with new dimensions that you have never heard of!!!“What? Existentialist?” and I, realizing that she is not an interrogator, burst in a sudden hysteric laugh. “why do you think I am ‘existentialis’, Lady?” I got the courage to ask in a defensive way as if facing a mean interrogator in a decisive time of a “session”. “No, but really just asking. I mean the way you think, the way you talk, they way you contemplate dreamingly.” She explained apologetically “Is all that (existentialism) in me?” I asked in a sarcastic but polite way. “I don’t know but just asking!!”
‘why the hell you ask’ I thought feeling the blood dripping on my side cheek. “I am the one to ask here, son of a bitch!” shouted the interrogator while his two mates were watching angrily as if echoing his tone. One of them seemed to be taking initial training on me, such a little “academician” probably studying my case of a “strong headed” person, or probably having a seminar of “crises management”!!!!…. I looked at him, at them actually, and took my final decision (I am not going to talk, even after death)
Existentialist!!! Communist!!! Atheist!!! Tribalist!!
Why the hell you ask, you little ignorant lady. Does it matter for you if I am existentialist or f-k-ist?
So, I am existential-IST, sweet lady!!!!
“What does it mean to be existentialist dear?” I asked her in a defensive retaliation for her unexpected, perplexing and torturing question.
“I don’t know exactly, but it means to believe that you exist.”
‘The hell, I do exist. I am still not driven crazy.” I thought to myself. ‘I do feel the blood bruising over my side face.’ Silence! Silence… silence is my only weapon in this battle. Patience!! Who in Satan sake can be patient while a very little “academician” is holding his experiment on him, on his very body, very mind, on his ability to hold a “sustainable” coordination between his mind and body!!! Can an existentialist do?
“Get up, you dirty athe-IST!” and he was looking at me in a clear irritation. ‘you mustn’t be irritated, dear interrogator. Irritation is the first step for falling’ I thought to myself and kept motionless and silent, and didn’t get up. He got up swiftly looking at his mates urging them to help and they all jumped standing. ‘Is it time for a new “party”’ I thought to myself, still trying to hold silent and “coherent”, I loathe this word “coherent”.
“I don’t know, but I am sure you can give me a full and “coherent” explanation.” Said the lady cunningly smiling while still looking that perplexing look of… of… don’t know but so sweet and submissive.
Oh sweet lady!! Why in heaven you come to “irritate” me? Why should I give a “coherent” explanation to everybody, including the zionist interrogators?!!!
“take his clothes off!” the chief interrogator ordered his mates. They jumped on me but I kept completely silent, motionless. The very “academician” bunched my head angrily then retreated as if stung by a snake: “Oh, shit!! His dirty blood, this asshole!!” and he was “smeared” by my dripping blood on my side face.
Oh!! So clean and soft “academician”!! It’s awful to have a “blood-smeared hands”!!! But it’s my dear blood!!!
The hell, I have to start writing!!!
And still the crazy question is angwishly waiting for a quenching answer…. Why the hell I am always taken to be –ist all the time…. Why I can’t be just a simple Bedouin who is dreaming to live a normal life in this very “holy, or promised” land of the “chosen people”???
I am Just a little Bedouin boy who is still so fresh like the vast burning desert, of a hollow feverish hot heart roaming the land in an everlasting search for the heavenly shade of God, and shade (for us bedouins) is like the warm sun for Scandinavians. Here we are burned by the hellish heat of sun pouring over our heads and so you (always) would find us lunatic hallucinating like fevered children. The sun did its work today and thank god (YOUR GOD) that I am still alive!!
Monday, 29 October 2007
Israel's Multiple World Record Holder of several types of atrocities
NOT SO COOL FACTS ABOUT NASI ISRAEL!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwRk95iLmK4
Israel and the apartheid analogy ~ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel_and_the_apartheid_analogy
Prior to 2002 Israeli Identity Cards included a reference to the bearer's ethnic group (such as Jewish, Arab, Druze or Circassian) but the reference was removed in 2002. Since 2002, if the bearer of the identification card is Jewish the Hebrew calendar birth date is included on the card, but if the bearer is non-Jewish, it is omitted ~ Wiki
Article 7 of the Rome Statute of the International Criminal Court defines crimes against humanity as:
For the purpose of this Statute, 'crime against humanity' means any of the following acts when committed as part of a widespread or systematic attack directed against any civilian population, with knowledge of the attack:
Murder;
Extermination;
Enslavement;
Deportation or forcible transfer of population;
Imprisonment or other severe deprivation of physical liberty in violation of fundamental rules of international law;
Torture;
Rape, sexual slavery, enforced prostitution, forced pregnancy, enforced sterilization, or any other form of sexual violence of comparable gravity;
Persecution against any identifiable group or collectivity on political, racial, national, ethnic, cultural, religious, gender as defined in paragraph 3, or other grounds that are universally recognized as impermissible under international law, in connection with any act referred to in this paragraph or any crime within the jurisdiction of the Court;
Enforced disappearance of persons;
The crime of apartheid; The 'crime of apartheid' means inhumane acts of a character similar to those referred to in paragraph 1, committed in the context of an institutionalised regime of systematic oppression and domination by one racial group over any other racial group or groups and committed with the intention of maintaining that regime
Other inhumane acts of a similar character intentionally causing great suffering, or serious injury to body or to mental or physical health.
** All information was correct as of 2007 **
Facts about the suffering of the Palestinians every day and 60 years ago until now.. It´s a little part of the reality.
*Stop den Terror des Staates von "Israel"..!!
Hier wird einen Bruchteil der eigentlichen Realität, in der die Pal. leben, angezeigt..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwRk95iLmK4
Uploaded by kimWSSmith on Nov 16, 2007
Facts every American should know about Nazi Israel. Nobody with a conscience would do any of these things to another person. So: why should we be expected to support this terrorist state?
"Those who try to silence the truth only succeed in spreading it."
Israel and the apartheid analogy ~ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel_and_the_apartheid_analogy
Prior to 2002 Israeli Identity Cards included a reference to the bearer's ethnic group (such as Jewish, Arab, Druze or Circassian) but the reference was removed in 2002. Since 2002, if the bearer of the identification card is Jewish the Hebrew calendar birth date is included on the card, but if the bearer is non-Jewish, it is omitted ~ Wiki
Article 7 of the Rome Statute of the International Criminal Court defines crimes against humanity as:
For the purpose of this Statute, 'crime against humanity' means any of the following acts when committed as part of a widespread or systematic attack directed against any civilian population, with knowledge of the attack:
Murder;
Extermination;
Enslavement;
Deportation or forcible transfer of population;
Imprisonment or other severe deprivation of physical liberty in violation of fundamental rules of international law;
Torture;
Rape, sexual slavery, enforced prostitution, forced pregnancy, enforced sterilization, or any other form of sexual violence of comparable gravity;
Persecution against any identifiable group or collectivity on political, racial, national, ethnic, cultural, religious, gender as defined in paragraph 3, or other grounds that are universally recognized as impermissible under international law, in connection with any act referred to in this paragraph or any crime within the jurisdiction of the Court;
Enforced disappearance of persons;
The crime of apartheid; The 'crime of apartheid' means inhumane acts of a character similar to those referred to in paragraph 1, committed in the context of an institutionalised regime of systematic oppression and domination by one racial group over any other racial group or groups and committed with the intention of maintaining that regime
Other inhumane acts of a similar character intentionally causing great suffering, or serious injury to body or to mental or physical health.
** All information was correct as of 2007 **
Not So Cool Facts About Apartheid Fascist Israel
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*Terror against the Palestinians in occupied Palestina..
Stop the Terror of the state "Israel"..!!
Facts about the suffering of the Palestinians every day and 60 years ago until now.. It´s a little part of the reality.
*Stop den Terror des Staates von "Israel"..!!
Fakten über das Leiden der Palästinenser seit 60 Jahren in dem von "Israel" besetzten Palästina, das noch heute andauert..
Hier wird einen Bruchteil der eigentlichen Realität, in der die Pal. leben, angezeigt..
“The best way to destroy the Free Open Market Capitalist System was to debauch the currency. By a continuing process of inflation, governments can confiscate, secretly and unobserved, an important part of the wealth of their citizens.”
Rothschild formed the Soviet Union by Financing Vladimir Lenin in the orchestrated 1917 bloody murder of Tsar Nicholas II and his entire family in Russia.
Rothschilds are the originators of MAFIA. They are unelected controlling thugs, who have cheated, murdered, bribed, fear mongered their way into public control.
The people of the World have now begun to unravel this web of deceit and are taking action.
In 1917 Vladimir Lenin With Rothschild over throws The Russian Monarchy starting Rothschild’s Devised Doctrine of socialism/marxism/communism/ in Russia to become USSR.
President Putin paid off Russia’s debt to rothschild in 2006 and has been removing his goons from Russia ever since.
– Volubrjotr
- New World Order
- Colorado To Recall Third Obama Soviet Democrat: Evie Hudak (D) Colluded In Seditious Gun Control Legislation.
- The New World Order is “Communism”: Also Known As Rothschildism Or More Bluntly Robbery!
- We Stop These Bastards We Stop The Global Crisis! (politicalvelcraft.org)
- Andrew Jackson and THE BANK WAR via American Minute (loopyloo305.com)
- The People vs The Banks ~ Without Firing A Shot: Catholic Subsidiarity!
- Rothschilds want Iran’s banks’ [Patrick Willis © Pete Papaherakles] (disclose.tv)
- All Wars Are Bankers’ Wars – Michael Rivero – whatreallyhappened.com (12160.info)
- Silver & Oil ~ Get Ready Folks: Without Paper Money We’d All Be Rich. (politicalvelcraft.org)
- U.S. Constitution Closing In On Barack Obama: Barry Soetoro’s Identity Fraud.
- Roman Catholic Popes Have All Denounced Free Mason’s New World Order: If You Believe Otherwise You’re A Victim Of The Banker’s Propaganda.
- Miracles Of World War 1: Thursday December 24, 1914, Sunday November 14, 1915, & Sunday May 13, 1917
- Why Western Democracy Is Mind Control And Invisible Government: Rothschild Banking Mafia. Pravda.Ru
- Colorado Has Fun With Biden & Barry: Colorado To Pay $25-$100 Bounty On Shot Down Obama Drones ~ Citizens Receive License To Protect State’s Sovereign Airspace!
- Dodd Frank & Basel III Enacted Treason Against The United States: Wealth Funneled Into Rothschild’s [BOE] Bank Of England.
- The IMF & Rothschild’s Federal Reserve In The USA About To Merge: The Impact On You In Layman Language ~ To Get You Up To Speed As Quickly As Possible!
- Newsweek Covers Up McCain’s Rothschild Mob Ties: Federal Reserve Charter Up For Renewal 2013 ~ McCain Wants Another War For His Boss!
- Urgent => Behind Closed Doors, Corporate Cabalists Have Designed A Chaos Bill To Deliver The “Coup de Gras” To The United States ~ TPP! Because In 2013 The Federal Reserve Charter Runs Out!
- Americans Can’t Afford the Future: ~ Forced Tithing To Rothschild’s Federal Reserve Company!
- JFK Killed Just Days After Shutting Down Rothschild’s Fed Reserve In 1963: Secret Memo Shows President Signed Executive Orders EO-11 And EO-110! ORDERS ARE STILL IN FORCE BUT NOT ENFORCED!!!
- President Putin Shuts Down Protocols Of Zionism In Russia: Rothschild’s Bulldog Of Islamic Jihadism & Unnatural Sexual Propaganda.
Jésus le Messager de Lumière - Adriana Evangelizt - Poésie Cosmique - Adriana Evangelizt
Musique LES AILES DE LUMIERE
de Michel PEPE
de Michel PEPE
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Eclaté de lumière à irradier mes yeux...
D'un pays où la brume matinale
Nimbait le paysage
Tel un voile céleste...
Où chantaient les voix d'un Ailleurs
Que j'avais du quitter
Pour m'incarner en homme...
Je venais de si loin
De si loin...
Eclaté de lumière à irradier mes yeux...
D'un pays où la brume matinale
Nimbait le paysage
Tel un voile céleste...
Où chantaient les voix d'un Ailleurs
Que j'avais du quitter
Pour m'incarner en homme...
Je venais de si loin
De si loin...
Il m'avait tant coûté d'en partir...
Je connaissais à l'avance mon destin terrestre
Tracé d'un doigt funeste
Par des hommes immoraux...
Aimé des plus petits
Détesté des plus grands
Et tant de sourds, tant d'aveugles
Tant de gens ignorants
Qui resteraient fermés à mon Enseignement
Et ne perceraient pas
Le lumineux mystère enfoui
Dans le coeur de mes Paraboles...
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
A la chaleur torride
Où mes pas me portaient
Sur les chemins poudreux...
D'un pays
A l'atmosphère suffocante
Quand la foule m'attendait sur les bords du Jourdain...
Tant de désespérés Tant de coeurs en souffrance
Tant de maux à soigner
Et moi seul... si seul... si seul
A prêcher dans le vent
A n'être devenu qu'un faiseur de miracles
Un guérisseur de corps
Alors que j'étais panseur d'âmes...
Mais comment leur dire
Qu'ils possédaient la clef de la délivrance
Tout au fond d'eux-mêmes ?
Comment leur expliquer
Que la chair périssable n'est que superficielle ?
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où les flammes dansaient dans le regard des femmes
Où leurs yeux s'accrochaient quelquefois
Si lumineux, aux miens
Où se dessinait un possible bonheur...
Où les flammes dansaient dans le regard des femmes
Où leurs yeux s'accrochaient quelquefois
Si lumineux, aux miens
Où se dessinait un possible bonheur...
J'aurais pu choisir un autre fardeau...J'aurai pu, moi aussi, avoir une compagne
Et déposer ma vie
Dans le creux de ses mains...
Rien ne fut facile à l'humain que j'étais
Non rien...
Il m'a fallu du temps
Pour emprunter la Voie
Du sage nazaréen...
Alors j'ai pris la route glacée de l'exil
Il me fallait connaître solitude, froid et faim
Pour sonder mon courage
Et affermir ma foi.
Partir dans le désertQuarante jours quarante nuits
Seul avec moi-même...
Et puis dans une grotte
Quelques figues séchées
Le filet d'une source...
Et l'extase bleutée
Pour mon âme exaltée
Fusant dans les étoiles
Guettant la divine réponse...M'accordes-Tu le droit
De vivre comme un homme
Où n'ai-je que le choix
De mourir sur la Croix ?
Dis moi Père... oh dis moi...
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où le cri des agneaux s'échappaient hors du temple
A m'arracher des larmes...
Où le sang versé des béliers sacrifiés
N'enlevait pas le mal
Des infirmes se traînant
Et des lépreux rampant
Dans les ruelles borgnes
Des quartiers mal famés de Jérusalem...
Oh Jérusalem... Jérusalem...
Toi qui tues les innocents
Et lapides les prophètes...
J'ai compris en te voyant
Le mal qui te minait
Mais tu le préférais
Au bien que j'apportais...
Où le cri des agneaux s'échappaient hors du temple
A m'arracher des larmes...
Où le sang versé des béliers sacrifiés
N'enlevait pas le mal
Des infirmes se traînant
Et des lépreux rampant
Dans les ruelles borgnes
Des quartiers mal famés de Jérusalem...
Oh Jérusalem... Jérusalem...
Toi qui tues les innocents
Et lapides les prophètes...
J'ai compris en te voyant
Le mal qui te minait
Mais tu le préférais
Au bien que j'apportais...
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où les puissants priaient en se vautrant dans l'or
Tuaient des animaux pour tuer leur conscience
Appliquaient une loi cruelle
Qui n'était pas la Loi Originelle...
Mais ignorait la misère du Peuple.
Qui était ce dieu en qui ils croyaient ?
Qui était ce Yahvé barbare et sanguinaire
Se repaissant de crimes ?
Etait-ce vraiment ce que vous nommez Dieu ?
Tableau de Mark Harrison
Où les puissants priaient en se vautrant dans l'or
Tuaient des animaux pour tuer leur conscience
Appliquaient une loi cruelle
Qui n'était pas la Loi Originelle...
Mais ignorait la misère du Peuple.
Qui était ce dieu en qui ils croyaient ?
Qui était ce Yahvé barbare et sanguinaire
Se repaissant de crimes ?
Etait-ce vraiment ce que vous nommez Dieu ?
Tableau de Mark Harrison
Le dieu de Moïse était-il donc si différent du mien ?
Ou bien... avait-ON trahi sa parole ?
Ou bien... les Imposteurs l'avaient-ils confondu
Avec une de leurs idoles
Rapportée du pays égyptien ?
Ou bien... avait-ON trahi sa parole ?
Ou bien... les Imposteurs l'avaient-ils confondu
Avec une de leurs idoles
Rapportée du pays égyptien ?
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où mes mains se tendaient pour alléger la peine
D'un pays égaré dans de fausses croyances
Que j'ai voulu éclairer de mon Enseignement...
Remplacer la veangeance par l'Amour
Agir au lieu de faire des discours
Mais les princes du Sacerdoce
Ne voulaient pas donner la Vérité aux hommes...
Où mes mains se tendaient pour alléger la peine
D'un pays égaré dans de fausses croyances
Que j'ai voulu éclairer de mon Enseignement...
Remplacer la veangeance par l'Amour
Agir au lieu de faire des discours
Mais les princes du Sacerdoce
Ne voulaient pas donner la Vérité aux hommes...
Ils préféraient asservir le Peuple
Sous le joug de l'ignorance
Le laisser porter seul
Le fardeau des souffrances...
Ils préféraient la Loi du tallion
A celle du Pardon
Et juger l'Innocent pour masquer l'Imposture
Et tuer la Lumière pour que vive le Mensonge.
Sous le joug de l'ignorance
Le laisser porter seul
Le fardeau des souffrances...
Ils préféraient la Loi du tallion
A celle du Pardon
Et juger l'Innocent pour masquer l'Imposture
Et tuer la Lumière pour que vive le Mensonge.
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où grondait le tonnerre... certain soir...
D'un dernier repas entre amis
Etrange scène que cette Cène
Et eux, tous là autour de moi
Ne comprenant pas le sens de mon message
De Pierre le naïf à Jean le bien-aimé...
Tenez... prenez mes frères
Ce pain que je vous donne...
Et souvenez-vous de moi
Lorsque je ne serai plus là
Car il faut que je parte...
Tenez... buvez mes frères
Le bon vin de la treille...
Vous avez la meilleure part
Je garde pour moi le calice amer
Qu'il me faudra vider jusqu'à la lie...
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où j'ai prêché dans le désert
Même avec mes disciples...
Ont-ils saisi mon message
Ce soir-là ?
Ont-ils perçu ma souffrance
Et le sens symbolique
Du baiser de Judas à l'Ami trahi...
Où grondait le tonnerre... certain soir...
D'un dernier repas entre amis
Etrange scène que cette Cène
Et eux, tous là autour de moi
Ne comprenant pas le sens de mon message
De Pierre le naïf à Jean le bien-aimé...
Tenez... prenez mes frères
Ce pain que je vous donne...
Et souvenez-vous de moiLorsque je ne serai plus là
Car il faut que je parte...
Tenez... buvez mes frères
Le bon vin de la treille...
Vous avez la meilleure part
Je garde pour moi le calice amer
Qu'il me faudra vider jusqu'à la lie...
J'ai souvenance d'un paysOù j'ai prêché dans le désert
Même avec mes disciples...
Ont-ils saisi mon message
Ce soir-là ?
Ont-ils perçu ma souffrance
Et le sens symbolique
Du baiser de Judas à l'Ami trahi...
J'ai souvenance d'un immense chagrin
Dans le jardin de Gethsémani
Seul... si seul...
Les apôtres endormis...
Dans le jardin de Gethsémani
Seul... si seul...
Les apôtres endormis...
Oh mon Père... mon Père...
Quelle fut longue la nuit à scruter les étoiles
Pour trouver ta présence dans ce désert glacé...
Seul... si seul... et pas un pour m'aider
A alléger le poids de ma souffrance...
Pas un pour partager le lourd sacrifice
Dont tu m'avais chargé...
Et plus le temps passait plus mon coeur se brisait
De tant d'indifférence...
Seul... si seul... avec ma douleur
Et les larmes de mon âme
Roulant sur mon visage...
Quelle fut longue la nuit à scruter les étoiles
Pour trouver ta présence dans ce désert glacé...
Seul... si seul... et pas un pour m'aider
A alléger le poids de ma souffrance...
Pas un pour partager le lourd sacrifice
Dont tu m'avais chargé...
Et plus le temps passait plus mon coeur se brisait
De tant d'indifférence...
Seul... si seul... avec ma douleur
Et les larmes de mon âme
Roulant sur mon visage...
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où les gardiens d'une foi dévoyée
Falsifièrent mes paroles
Et me rendirent coupables d'un seul crime:"Aime ton prochain comme toi-même...
Pardonne à la femme infidèle...
Et ne fais pas à l'autre ce que tu ne voudrais pas que l'on te fasse..."
Coupable d'Amour Universel.
Coupable d'avoir dit aussi :
"Mon Royaume n'est pas de ce monde."
Mais comment leur expliquer
Que nous possédons une Âme
Qui vient d'Ailleurs ? Comment ?
Et de quoi avaient-ils donc si peur
Pour me livrer à l'Envahisseur
Afin qu'il m'assassine à leur place ?
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où pour avoir préféré le Peuple aux privilèges
Les princes du sacerdoce me crachèrent au visage...
Me giflèrent, m'insultèrent...
Puis me livrèrent à l'ennemi
Qui, lui se serait contenté de me faire fouetter...
Où les gardiens d'une foi dévoyée
Falsifièrent mes paroles
Et me rendirent coupables d'un seul crime:"Aime ton prochain comme toi-même...
Pardonne à la femme infidèle...
Et ne fais pas à l'autre ce que tu ne voudrais pas que l'on te fasse..."
Coupable d'Amour Universel.
Coupable d'avoir dit aussi : "Mon Royaume n'est pas de ce monde."
Mais comment leur expliquer
Que nous possédons une Âme
Qui vient d'Ailleurs ? Comment ?
Et de quoi avaient-ils donc si peur
Pour me livrer à l'Envahisseur
Afin qu'il m'assassine à leur place ?
J'ai souvenance d'un paysOù pour avoir préféré le Peuple aux privilèges
Les princes du sacerdoce me crachèrent au visage...
Me giflèrent, m'insultèrent...
Puis me livrèrent à l'ennemi
Qui, lui se serait contenté de me faire fouetter...
Et sans doute Ponce Pilate comprit-il mon désarroi
Lorsqu'il me vit seul... si seul...
Comme un agneau au milieu des loups...
Comme l'Innocence au milieu du Mensonge
Humble... si humble au milieu de tant d'arrogance...
"Quelle accusation portez-vous contre cet homme ?" (Jean 18/29)
Je ne trouve aucun crime en lui." (Jean 18/38)
Qu'ils lui donnèrent comme prétexte :
"Nous avons une loi; et, selon notre loi, il doit mourir,
parce qu'il s'est fait Fils de Dieu." (Jean 19/7)
Ont-ils si mal compris mon Enseignement
Ou bien ont-ils fait semblant ?
"Et Caïphe était celui qui avait donné ce conseil aux Juifs :
Il est avantageux qu'un seul homme meure pour le peuple." (Jean 18/14)
Etais-je donc si dangereux ?
Que craignaient-ils pour en arriver là ?
Qu'avaient ils à cacher ?
Pourquoi ont-ils voulu m'empêcher de parler ?"Je publierai des choses cachées depuis la création du monde." Mat.13/34 "...car il n'y a rien de caché qui ne doive être découvert,
ni de secret qui ne doive être connu."Mat. 10/26
Un autre après moi viendra et... dira la Vérité...
Lorsqu'il me vit seul... si seul...
Comme un agneau au milieu des loups...
Comme l'Innocence au milieu du Mensonge
Humble... si humble au milieu de tant d'arrogance...
"Quelle accusation portez-vous contre cet homme ?" (Jean 18/29)
Je ne trouve aucun crime en lui." (Jean 18/38)
Qu'ils lui donnèrent comme prétexte :
"Nous avons une loi; et, selon notre loi, il doit mourir,
parce qu'il s'est fait Fils de Dieu." (Jean 19/7)
Ont-ils si mal compris mon Enseignement
Ou bien ont-ils fait semblant ?
"Et Caïphe était celui qui avait donné ce conseil aux Juifs :
Il est avantageux qu'un seul homme meure pour le peuple." (Jean 18/14)
Etais-je donc si dangereux ?
Que craignaient-ils pour en arriver là ?
Qu'avaient ils à cacher ?
Pourquoi ont-ils voulu m'empêcher de parler ?"Je publierai des choses cachées depuis la création du monde." Mat.13/34 "...car il n'y a rien de caché qui ne doive être découvert,
ni de secret qui ne doive être connu."Mat. 10/26
Un autre après moi viendra et... dira la Vérité...
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où une foule hostile me conspua
Et préféra un certain Barabbas...
Ô Souviens-toi mon Âme, cet étrange vertige...
Revenir au Royaume céleste passait par une étape
Où le Martyre faisait partie du Plan...
Mais la souffrance humaine
Quelle terrible Epreuve...
J'aurais bu le calice jusqu'à la lie.
Impossible d'y échapper.
Seul... si seul jusqu'au bout...
Où une foule hostile me conspua
Et préféra un certain Barabbas...
Ô Souviens-toi mon Âme, cet étrange vertige...
Revenir au Royaume céleste passait par une étape
Où le Martyre faisait partie du Plan...
Mais la souffrance humaine
Quelle terrible Epreuve...
J'aurais bu le calice jusqu'à la lie.
Impossible d'y échapper.
Seul... si seul jusqu'au bout...
Mais malgré les cris de haine
Tant de silence au fond de moi
Promesse d'une paix à venir...
Sérénité avant Agonie
Et la voix de mon Père résonnant
"Vas jusqu'au bout de ton calvaire... mon Fils...
Montre leur le chemin...
Ouvre leur la voie... qu'ils comprennent
Que la rédemption ne s'obtient pas
En immolant des animaux
Mais en se sacrifiant Soi...
C'est le symbole de la Croix..."
Tant de silence au fond de moi
Promesse d'une paix à venir...
Sérénité avant Agonie
Et la voix de mon Père résonnant
"Vas jusqu'au bout de ton calvaire... mon Fils...
Montre leur le chemin...
Ouvre leur la voie... qu'ils comprennent
Que la rédemption ne s'obtient pas
En immolant des animaux
Mais en se sacrifiant Soi...
C'est le symbole de la Croix..."
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où planait la tourmente sur la fin du parcours...
D'un pays où la douleur et le sang
Furent ma récompense...
Seul... si seul.. lorsqu'ils me suppliciaient
Et déjà si proche de la Fin
Quand ils m'ont crucifié...
Où planait la tourmente sur la fin du parcours...
D'un pays où la douleur et le sang
Furent ma récompense...
Seul... si seul.. lorsqu'ils me suppliciaient
Et déjà si proche de la Fin
Quand ils m'ont crucifié...
Oh mon Père... mon Père...
Dans l'atroce souffrance
J'ai presque failli douter de ton Amour pour moi...
Dans l'atroce souffrance
J'ai presque failli douter de ton Amour pour moi...
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où plane encore
L'ombre d'une croix...
Où plane encore
L'ombre d'une croix...
Poème le Messager de Lumière Ieschoua Jesus
par Adriana Evangelizt
Poète Mystique
Adriana Evangelizt Jésus le Messager de Lumière - Poésie Cosmique - Adriana Evangelizt
JESUS, THE MESSENGER OF LIGHT.
JESUS, THE MESSENGER OF LIGHT.
Cosmic Poetry by Adriana Evangelizt
I remember a country
Bursting of light that dazzled my eyes
A country where the morning mist
Wrapped around the countryside
A country where the morning mist
Wrapped around the countryside
Like a celestial hijaab...
Where one could hear chanting voices of that Elsewhere
That I had to leave
In order to incarnate into a man...
I came from so far away
Where one could hear chanting voices of that Elsewhere
That I had to leave
In order to incarnate into a man...
I came from so far away
From so far away...
Painting by Wojtek Siudmak
It cost me so much lo leave my Palestine.
I knew beforehand my earthly destiny
Drawn by a fatal finger
By perverted men…
Loved by the smallest,
Hated by the greatest.
And so many deaf, so many blind,
So many ignorant people
Who would remain impervious to my Teaching,
And would not fathom
The sparkling mystery buried
In the very heart of my Parables…
I remember a country
With scorching sun
Where my feet carried me
On the dusty paths…
Of a country
With an overpowering atmosphere,
Where the crowd was waiting for me by the River Jordan…
So many desperate people!
So may suffering hearts!
So many ailments to heal,
And I, all alone… so alone… so alone,
Preaching in the wind!
Having become only a maker of miracles,
A healer of the body
When I was only a healer of the soul…
But, how to tell them
That they shelter the key to their deliverance
Deep inside themselves?
How to explain to them
That the perishable flesh is only superficial?
I remember a country
Where burning flames danced in women’s glances;
Where their eyes sometimes clung
So brightly to mine;
Where a glimpse of possible happiness emerged…
I could have chosen another burden…
I could have, me too, a companion,
And put my life
In the hollow of her hands…
Nothing was easier for the human that I was,
Really nothing…
It took me time
To follow the Path
Of the wise Nazarean…
So, I took the very cold road leading to exile.
I had to experience loneliness, cold and hunger
In order to evaluate my courage
And strenghthen my faith.
Heading for the desert
Forty days and forty nights
Alone with myself…
And then in a grotto.
Some dried figs,
A trickle of a stream…
And my exalted soul
Merging with the stars
In blueish ecstacy
Watching for the heavenly reply…
Do Thee grant me the right to live as a man
Or do I have but the choice
Only to die on the Cross?
Tell me Father… Oh, please, tell me…
I remember a country
Where the screams of lambs escaped out of the temples
Driving me to tears…
Where the blood of the sacrificed rams
Did not remove the ills
Of the dragging along invalids,
And the creeping lepers
In the half blind roadlets
Of the ill reputed quarters of Jerusalem…
Oh Jerusalem… Jerusalem…
You who kills the innocent
And stones the prophets…
Looking at you I have understood
The evil that gnaws at you,
But, you preferred it
To the good I was bringing to you…
I remember a country
Where the rich prayed while wallowing in gold,
Killed animals in order to kill their conscience,
Applied a cruel law
That was not the Original Law…
But, ignored the misery of the People.
Who was it that god they believe in?
Who was this barbaric and bloodthirsty Yahweh
Who feasted on crime?
Was it really this that you call God?
Painting by Mark Harrison
The god of Moses was he so different from mine?
Or else… have THEY betrayed his Message?
Or else…the Impostors have they confused him
With one of their idols
They brought home from Egypt?
I remember a country
Where I used to stretch my hands in order to heal.
A country lost in false beliefs
That I wanted to enlighten by my Teaching…
Replace vengeance by Love.
Acting instead of making speeches.
But, the Sacerdotal Princes
Did not want to give the Truth to men…
They preferred enslaving the People
Under the yoke of ignorance.
Letting them alone carry
The burden of sufferings…
They preferred the Law an eye for an eye
To that of forgiveness,
And judge the Innocent in order to hide their Deceit,
And kill Light in order for Falsehood to live.
I remember a country
Where there was thunder… on a certain evening…
During a last supper between friends,
A strange scene that Last Supper!
And they, all seated around me,
Not understanding the meaning of my message.
From the naïve Peter to the beloved John…
Here…take, my brothers,
This bread I am giving you…
And remember me
When I will be gone
Because I need to go…
Here…drink my brothers…
The good wine of the vine…
You have the best part,
I keep for myself the bitter chalice
That I have to empty up to the sediment
I remember a country
Where I preached in the desert
Even with my disciples…
Have they grasped my message
On that evening ?
Have they sensed my ordeal
And the symbolical meaning
Of Judas’ kiss to the betrayed friend…?
I recall the sense of a great sadness
In the garden of Gethsemane
Alone… so alone…
The apostles all asleep…
Oh my Father… my Father…
How long it was that night scrutinising the stars
To find your presence in this extremely cold desert…!
Alone… so alone… and not a single one to help me
Lighten the burden of my ordeal…!
Not a single one to share the heavy sacrifice
You have lain upon me…!
And, the more time went by,
The more my heart was shattered
By so much indifference…
Alone.. so alone… with my pain
And the tears from my soul running down my face…!
I remember a country
Where the guardians of a corrupt faith
Falsified my words
And found me guilty of one single crime:
“Love thy neighbour as thyself…
Forgive the unfaithful wife…
And do not do unto others what you do not wish to be done unto thyself…”
Found guilty of Universal Love.
Guilty also for having said:
“My Kingdom is not of this world.”
But, how to explain to them
That we have a soul
That comes from Elsewhere? How?
And, what were they really so afraid of
To make them deliver me into the hands of the invaders
In order to murder me in their place?
I remember a country
Where because I chose the People instead of privileges,
The Sacerdotal Princes spat in my face…
Slapped me, insulted me…
Then delivered me to the enemy
Who would have been satisfied to see me only whipped…
And, undoubtedly Pontius Pilate understood my helplessness
When he saw me alone… so lonely…
Like a lamb in the midst of wolves…
Like innocence in the midst of Falsehood.
Humble… so humble in the midst of so much arrogance…
“What accusation bring ye against this man?”
John 18:38 Pilate saith unto him, What is truth? And when he had said this, he went out again unto the Jews, and saith unto them:
“I find in him no fault [at all].”
Humble… so humble in the midst of so much arrogance…
That they gave him as pretext:
John 19:7 The Jews answered him: “We have a law, and by our law he ought to die, because he made himself the Son of God.”
Have they so misunderstood my Teaching
Or have they just pretended?
John 18:14 Now Caiaphas was he, which gave counsel to the Jews, that it was expedient that one man should die for the people.
Was I then so dangerous?
What were they afraid of to come to that point?
What were they hiding?
Why have they tried to prevent me from speaking?
Matthew 13:34 All these things spake Jesus unto the multitude in parables; and without a parable spake he not unto them:
1Corinthian 4:5 Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts: and then shall every man have praise of God.
Matthew 10:26 Fear them not therefore: for there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; and hid, that shall not be known.
Another after me shall come and… shall tell the Truth…
I remember a country
Where a hostile crowd booed at me
And preferred a certain Barabbas…
Ô my Soul, remember that weird dizziness…
To return to the Heavenly Kingdom,
One had to go through a phase
Where martyrdom formed part of the Plan…
But, human suffering,
What a horrible Test…
I would have drunk the chalice to the dregs
Impossible, there is no way out.
Alone… so alone up to the end…
But, despite the screams of hate,
So much silence deep inside me.
Promise of a coming peace…
Serenity before Agony
And the voice of my Father resounding
“Go to the end of your Calvary… my Son…
Show them the way…
Open the path to them… they should understand
That Redemption cannot be obtained
By sacrificing animals,
But, only by sacrificing Self…
It is the symbol of the Cross…”
I remember a country
Where turmoil hung over the end of the trip…
Of a country where pain and blood
Were my reward…
Alone… so alone… when they tortured me
And yet so close to the End
When they crucified me…
Father… forgive them
Because they know not what they do…
Oh my Father… my Father…
In the atrocious pain
I nearly doubted your Love for me…
Eli… Eli… Lama Sabachthani
Eli… Eli… Lama Sabachthani
It is your Son they are tormenting!
Father… Father… why hath thou forsaken me?
Where are you? I am in so much pain…
So much pain… So much pain…
Eli…Eli…Lama Sabachthani
Father… Father… why hath Thou forsaken me?
What crime did I then commit?
Eli…Eli…Lama Sabachthani
How long will this Calvary last?
Did I deserve such a punishment?
Is it this then human justice?
Forgive them, for they know not what they do…
And my pain shall be theirs as long as they will not have understood why I have come HERE…
I am coming Father…
EVERYTHING IS ACCOMPLISHED…
I remember a country
Where still floats
The shadow of a cross…
All the photographs or nearly most are from Franco Zefirelli’s Jesus of Nazareth with the sublime Robert Powell in the role of Yeschua…
Adriana Evangelizt
Translated by Ghyslaine ROC
Posted by B.A.FRÉMAUX-SOORMALLYJésus le Messager de Lumière
JESUS, THE MESSENGER OF LIGHT.
Des Juifs et d’autres gangsters usuriers des banques (échangeurs de monnaie) ont assassiné de nombreux leaders qui essayèrent de les stopper :
2 empereurs romains, 2000 ans avant l’ère commune (avant Jésus Christ),
Jésus (selon les Chrétiens),
Jules César en 48 EC
Abraham Lincoln – assassiné le 15 avril 1865
James Abram Garfield – assassiné le 2 juillet 1881
Tzar Nikolay Alexandrovich Romanov (Saint Nicholas le Martyre) – assassiné le 17 juillet 1918
John Fitzgerald Kennedy – assassiné le 22 novembre 1963
Saddam Hussein Abd al-Majid al-Tikriti – assassiné par exécution (pendaison) le 9 avril 2003
Muammar al-Ghaddafi – assassiné et sodomisé en mars 2012 par des mercenaires recrutés par l’occident et le Juif sioniste Bernard Henri-Lévi à leur tête.
Hugo Chavez – assassiné le 5 mars 2013 suite à un cancer provoqué
Et de nombreux autres
Les gangsters usuriers ont raté Andrew Jackson (USA), et Mahmoud Ahmedinejad (IRAN) est sur la liste des prochaines cibles ou victimes. (Consulter: Money Masters, Monopolymen, Freedom to Fascism, etc.)
JESUS, THE MESSENGER OF LIGHT.
Cosmic Poetry by Adriana Evangelizt
I remember a country
Bursting of light that dazzled my eyes
A country where the morning mist
Wrapped around the countryside
A country where the morning mist
Wrapped around the countryside
Like a celestial hijaab...
Where one could hear chanting voices of that Elsewhere
That I had to leave
In order to incarnate into a man...
I came from so far away
Where one could hear chanting voices of that Elsewhere
That I had to leave
In order to incarnate into a man...
I came from so far away
From so far away...
Painting by Wojtek Siudmak
It cost me so much lo leave my Palestine.
I knew beforehand my earthly destiny
Drawn by a fatal finger
By perverted men…
Loved by the smallest,
Hated by the greatest.
And so many deaf, so many blind,
So many ignorant people
Who would remain impervious to my Teaching,
And would not fathom
The sparkling mystery buried
In the very heart of my Parables…
I remember a country
With scorching sun
Where my feet carried me
On the dusty paths…
Of a country
With an overpowering atmosphere,
Where the crowd was waiting for me by the River Jordan…
So many desperate people!
So may suffering hearts!
So many ailments to heal,
And I, all alone… so alone… so alone,
Preaching in the wind!
Having become only a maker of miracles,
A healer of the body
When I was only a healer of the soul…
But, how to tell them
That they shelter the key to their deliverance
Deep inside themselves?
How to explain to them
That the perishable flesh is only superficial?
I remember a country
Where burning flames danced in women’s glances;
Where their eyes sometimes clung
So brightly to mine;
Where a glimpse of possible happiness emerged…
I could have chosen another burden…
I could have, me too, a companion,
And put my life
In the hollow of her hands…
Nothing was easier for the human that I was,
Really nothing…
It took me time
To follow the Path
Of the wise Nazarean…
So, I took the very cold road leading to exile.
I had to experience loneliness, cold and hunger
In order to evaluate my courage
And strenghthen my faith.
Heading for the desert
Forty days and forty nights
Alone with myself…
And then in a grotto.
Some dried figs,
A trickle of a stream…
And my exalted soul
Merging with the stars
In blueish ecstacy
Watching for the heavenly reply…
Do Thee grant me the right to live as a man
Or do I have but the choice
Only to die on the Cross?
Tell me Father… Oh, please, tell me…
I remember a country
Where the screams of lambs escaped out of the temples
Driving me to tears…
Where the blood of the sacrificed rams
Did not remove the ills
Of the dragging along invalids,
And the creeping lepers
In the half blind roadlets
Of the ill reputed quarters of Jerusalem…
Oh Jerusalem… Jerusalem…
You who kills the innocent
And stones the prophets…
Looking at you I have understood
The evil that gnaws at you,
But, you preferred it
To the good I was bringing to you…
I remember a country
Where the rich prayed while wallowing in gold,
Killed animals in order to kill their conscience,
Applied a cruel law
That was not the Original Law…
But, ignored the misery of the People.
Who was it that god they believe in?
Who was this barbaric and bloodthirsty Yahweh
Who feasted on crime?
Was it really this that you call God?
Painting by Mark Harrison
The god of Moses was he so different from mine?
Or else… have THEY betrayed his Message?
Or else…the Impostors have they confused him
With one of their idols
They brought home from Egypt?
I remember a country
Where I used to stretch my hands in order to heal.
A country lost in false beliefs
That I wanted to enlighten by my Teaching…
Replace vengeance by Love.
Acting instead of making speeches.
But, the Sacerdotal Princes
Did not want to give the Truth to men…
They preferred enslaving the People
Under the yoke of ignorance.
Letting them alone carry
The burden of sufferings…
They preferred the Law an eye for an eye
To that of forgiveness,
And judge the Innocent in order to hide their Deceit,
And kill Light in order for Falsehood to live.
I remember a country
Where there was thunder… on a certain evening…
During a last supper between friends,
A strange scene that Last Supper!
And they, all seated around me,
Not understanding the meaning of my message.
From the naïve Peter to the beloved John…
Here…take, my brothers,
This bread I am giving you…
And remember me
When I will be gone
Because I need to go…
Here…drink my brothers…
The good wine of the vine…
You have the best part,
I keep for myself the bitter chalice
That I have to empty up to the sediment
I remember a country
Where I preached in the desert
Even with my disciples…
Have they grasped my message
On that evening ?
Have they sensed my ordeal
And the symbolical meaning
Of Judas’ kiss to the betrayed friend…?
I recall the sense of a great sadness
In the garden of Gethsemane
Alone… so alone…
The apostles all asleep…
Oh my Father… my Father…
How long it was that night scrutinising the stars
To find your presence in this extremely cold desert…!
Alone… so alone… and not a single one to help me
Lighten the burden of my ordeal…!
Not a single one to share the heavy sacrifice
You have lain upon me…!
And, the more time went by,
The more my heart was shattered
By so much indifference…
Alone.. so alone… with my pain
And the tears from my soul running down my face…!
I remember a country
Where the guardians of a corrupt faith
Falsified my words
And found me guilty of one single crime:
“Love thy neighbour as thyself…
Forgive the unfaithful wife…
And do not do unto others what you do not wish to be done unto thyself…”
Found guilty of Universal Love.
Guilty also for having said:
“My Kingdom is not of this world.”
But, how to explain to them
That we have a soul
That comes from Elsewhere? How?
And, what were they really so afraid of
To make them deliver me into the hands of the invaders
In order to murder me in their place?
I remember a country
Where because I chose the People instead of privileges,
The Sacerdotal Princes spat in my face…
Slapped me, insulted me…
Then delivered me to the enemy
Who would have been satisfied to see me only whipped…
And, undoubtedly Pontius Pilate understood my helplessness
When he saw me alone… so lonely…
Like a lamb in the midst of wolves…
Like innocence in the midst of Falsehood.
Humble… so humble in the midst of so much arrogance…
“What accusation bring ye against this man?”
John 18:38 Pilate saith unto him, What is truth? And when he had said this, he went out again unto the Jews, and saith unto them:
“I find in him no fault [at all].”
Humble… so humble in the midst of so much arrogance…
That they gave him as pretext:
John 19:7 The Jews answered him: “We have a law, and by our law he ought to die, because he made himself the Son of God.”
Have they so misunderstood my Teaching
Or have they just pretended?
John 18:14 Now Caiaphas was he, which gave counsel to the Jews, that it was expedient that one man should die for the people.
Was I then so dangerous?
What were they afraid of to come to that point?
What were they hiding?
Why have they tried to prevent me from speaking?
Matthew 13:34 All these things spake Jesus unto the multitude in parables; and without a parable spake he not unto them:
1Corinthian 4:5 Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts: and then shall every man have praise of God.
Matthew 10:26 Fear them not therefore: for there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; and hid, that shall not be known.
Another after me shall come and… shall tell the Truth…
I remember a country
Where a hostile crowd booed at me
And preferred a certain Barabbas…
Ô my Soul, remember that weird dizziness…
To return to the Heavenly Kingdom,
One had to go through a phase
Where martyrdom formed part of the Plan…
But, human suffering,
What a horrible Test…
I would have drunk the chalice to the dregs
Impossible, there is no way out.
Alone… so alone up to the end…
But, despite the screams of hate,
So much silence deep inside me.
Promise of a coming peace…
Serenity before Agony
And the voice of my Father resounding
“Go to the end of your Calvary… my Son…
Show them the way…
Open the path to them… they should understand
That Redemption cannot be obtained
By sacrificing animals,
But, only by sacrificing Self…
It is the symbol of the Cross…”
I remember a country
Where turmoil hung over the end of the trip…
Of a country where pain and blood
Were my reward…
Alone… so alone… when they tortured me
And yet so close to the End
When they crucified me…
Father… forgive them
Because they know not what they do…
Oh my Father… my Father…
In the atrocious pain
I nearly doubted your Love for me…
Eli… Eli… Lama Sabachthani
Eli… Eli… Lama Sabachthani
It is your Son they are tormenting!
Father… Father… why hath thou forsaken me?
Where are you? I am in so much pain…
So much pain… So much pain…
Eli…Eli…Lama Sabachthani
Father… Father… why hath Thou forsaken me?
What crime did I then commit?
Eli…Eli…Lama Sabachthani
How long will this Calvary last?
Did I deserve such a punishment?
Is it this then human justice?
Forgive them, for they know not what they do…
And my pain shall be theirs as long as they will not have understood why I have come HERE…
I am coming Father…
EVERYTHING IS ACCOMPLISHED…
I remember a country
Where still floats
The shadow of a cross…
All the photographs or nearly most are from Franco Zefirelli’s Jesus of Nazareth with the sublime Robert Powell in the role of Yeschua…
Adriana Evangelizt
Translated by Ghyslaine ROC
Posted by B.A.FRÉMAUX-SOORMALLY
I Met Jesus Today
By Nahida the exiled Palestinian
I met Jesus today
His name was Palestinian
Issa… Jesus he was called
On the altar of “chosen-ness” he was crucified
Time and time and time again
His name was Palestinian
Issa… Jesus he was called
On the altar of “chosen-ness” he was crucified
Time and time and time again
His face was Palestinian
Olive, with a hint of agony
Yet
Years of torture fail to conceal the glow
The purity of his soul peeks through
The sparkle in his eyes invites you to dive in
The colour of his words
Grips your guts
And squeeze… squeeze … squeeze
Until you lose consciousness
You fall on your knees
Begging for forgiveness
His faith was Palestinian
“Their sadism too much to bear
In the street I waited for a car
No way out but to kill myself
Twilight hour the fall of night
The call to prayer woken my heart
Healing balsam caressed my soul
Maybe…. In this life… still…there is something I can do”
His heart was Palestinian
Carved with sorrow
Filled with love
Flames of rage and roars of thunder
Hound his torturer to his grave
Carved with sorrow
Filled with love
Flames of rage and roars of thunder
Hound his torturer to his grave
His tears were Palestinian
His first crucifixion… he was only fourteen
On the second, he was nineteen
From then on
He was crucified every minute
His first crucifixion… he was only fourteen
On the second, he was nineteen
From then on
He was crucified every minute
…of every hour
…of every day
…of every week
…of every month
…of every year……
His dignity was Palestinian
Anguished by his rapists
With his broken back he stood tall
His wounds run deep… his head held high
He saw the rainbow in the horizon
When all gave up he gave them hope
Anguished by his rapists
With his broken back he stood tall
His wounds run deep… his head held high
He saw the rainbow in the horizon
When all gave up he gave them hope
His smile was Palestinian
It has been said:
“To smile when confronted with most severe oppression
Is an act of Resistance
Rooted
In unparalleled beauty” *
The smile of Issa
Was Palestinian
It has been said:
“To smile when confronted with most severe oppression
Is an act of Resistance
Rooted
In unparalleled beauty” *
The smile of Issa
Was Palestinian
His resilience was Palestinian
“As he punched me in the face
I felt stronger
As he kicked me in the stomach
I felt stronger
As he slashed my arm
I felt stronger”, he said
“As he punched me in the face
I felt stronger
As he kicked me in the stomach
I felt stronger
As he slashed my arm
I felt stronger”, he said
His hope was Palestinian
Insha’Allah, ya rab, Alhamdulillah
Bouncy words sprinkled around
Buds of trust bloom and grow
His broad grin whiffs you to life
Insha’Allah, ya rab, Alhamdulillah
Bouncy words sprinkled around
Buds of trust bloom and grow
His broad grin whiffs you to life
His nightmares close their eyes
His tales of horror lie to slumber
When all lost hope he saw a future
I saw Jesus today
I saw Jesus today
Like this:
The Memoirs of Saint John:
No Greater Love
No Greater Love
Who was Mary Magdalene and what was her relationship with Jesus?
As the United States and its allies threaten to invade Syria, an archaeological expedition in the country's east yields an ancient cache of scrolls whose authorship is uncertain though whose text consists of classical Greek with occasional passages in Aramaic. Beginning a translation, New Testament scholar David LaSalle quickly realizes what he has in his hands is a 2000-year-old love story, as told from the point of view of John the disciple. But LaSalle is in a race against time. What if the U.S. invades Syria? No one can say what will happen, but the loss of such a priceless archaelogical treasure is unthinkable.
In its modern-day-set sections, the novel's main character is Dominic David LaSalle, a tenured university professor of religious studies who also is a Catholic priest. The head of the Syrian archaeological expedition happens to be LaSalle's old college friend, Arthur MacBride, and at the outset of the story, the latter appeals to LaSalle for help in translating the text on the scrolls. A key concern of scholars becomes determining whether the "John" of the Syrian scrolls is the same "John" who authored the Book of Revelation, the final book of the New Testament, also known as St. John's Apocalypse.
But LaSalle’s efforts become sidetracked by Cateline, a 13-year-old ward of a Catholic-run orphanage, who, though blind, has psychic visions. The young girl’s vision of a tsunami in the Indian Ocean presages one of the deadliest natural disasters in human history, a catastrophe that claimed the lives of more than 200,000 people. While doctors attempt to identify the cause of Cateline’s symptoms, including manic depression and the shedding of blood-filled tears, LaSalle and Sister Denise Michallat, director of the orphanage, must come to terms with the young blind girl’s apparent ability to see into the future.
Reviews:
“The nearest to this great book is Joseph and his Brothers of Thomas Mann. Enjoyable, adventurous, light, even boisterous, thrilling, never sermonizing, this story of St. John the Divine rolls from his childhood on the idyllic Sea of Galilee shores through many encounters with fishermen, robbers, Gnostics, priests, to his mission as the Favourite Disciple in the exciting and fateful time when the pious Jew had met with the intellectual Hellene and the state-minded Roman to create our civilisation. This full-size, many coloured saga of the first century Palestine world brings the Bible characters to life: meek and sweet John, lecherous and thieving Judas, spiritual beauty of Magdalene, and above all, the majestic figure of Christ depicted with love and admiration.
“Richard Edmondson’s profound learning and his wealth of details form a reliable factual basis for the book, at the same time it entertains the reader. You’ll never be bored!”
--Israel Shamir, author of Galilee Flowers
--Israel Shamir, author of Galilee Flowers
and Cabbala of Power
“William Blake wrote that ‘imagination is evidence of the divine.’ In Memoirs of Saint John, Richard Edmondson wrote, ‘when the purpose of life has been forgotten, when wisdom recedes and men become scarcely truthful in speech, God manifests himself on earth.’ Memoirs of St. John is a manifestation of the divine imagination expressed through well-developed characters from antiquity and today. Edmondson writes from a heart enlightened by the wisdom of women and the oneness of humanity.”
—Eileen Fleming, of We Are Wide Awake and author of
Keep Hope Alive
—Eileen Fleming, of We Are Wide Awake and author of
Keep Hope Alive
“Ancient papyrus scrolls found in the Syrian desert give the first person account of Saint John’s life as dictated to his friend, Quintus Cintugnatus….I was totally caught up in the story and had forgotten that it’s a novel. The Memoirs of Saint John will have that effect on you.
—Paul Griffin (DJ Captain Fred) Berkeley Liberation Radio
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6 comments:
- #3 by B.A.Frémaux-Soormally on January 5, 2012 - 8:43 pmReplyDelete
Several years ago Adriana Evangelizt wrote a “cosmic” poem in French on Jesus the Messenger of Light, the best poem I ever read in my entire life, but I did not find ONE SINGLE Catholic who said he or she liked that poetry!
Now, Adriana’s website has again been hijacked by the JEWISH PORNOGRAPHERS who are allowed by the powers that be to operate pornographic websites in absolute freedom and even force them on Internet users (which means even kids have access to Jewish porn!) and sabotage our efforts to reveal the truth to the world.
So, unfortunately, I cannot give Adriana’s link here anymore, but I’ll give the link of its translation in English and hope this one too is not going to be Jewjacked. Today, I was unable to post my latest article “THE MARXIST JEWISH APOCALYPSE PROMISED FOR MARCH 2012!” as it came up with funny messages each time. I however managed to post it with great difficulty although not in the form I wanted to post it. The word JEW in the title has frightened many!
The last post had a maximum of visitors from all over the world: “JEWISH MENDACITY – JEWISH DEGENERATE AND IMMORAL ARMY OF COLD-BLOODED ASSASSINS AND THIEVES”.
http://fremaux-soormally.blogspot.com/2012/01/jewish-degenerate-and-immoral-army-of.html
Consequently, I will not pretend (hypocritically) that I like the present poem (Nahida’s) as I am more interested in the message here than the poetry itself.
http://fremaux-soormally.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesus-messenger-of-light.html
Suffice to say that Jesus’ suffering (assuming that he ever physically existed) was not great enough for Christians in general to feel or share the pain.
If Jews, Christians and their friends scream all over the world that there was and is no Palestine, how can there be any Jesus at all?
Christendom has to hide its ugly face (that of a hideous monster) for allowing the Jewish murderers to commit more crimes, more mass murders and always get away with it!
Jews sentenced Jesus to death, but it was Rome that tortured, humiliated and crucified him, if we are to believe the Gospels!
Today, Jews are the actual crucifiers of both Jesus and his people, over and over again as Nahida points out, and their accomplices in crime are the modern Romans who call themselves Europeans, Catholics, Christians, Protestants or whatever!
The Jewish United States Corporation of Great Britain had already been sending their dual citizens to crucify the people of Jesus for at least the past 70 years (including the 100,000 or so “Ring Worm Children”), and are now officially sending their soldier-assassin hordes (troops) to finish off the ethnic cleansing of the Palestinian people and bomb Iran and Syria in the process.
I saw Jesus yesterday and today being betrayed by not only Christians but Muslims as well. And, the betrayal is not soon to end!
“The smile of Issa
Was Palestinian
His resilience was Palestinian
“As he punched me in the face
I felt stronger
As he kicked me in the stomach
I felt stronger
As he slashed my arm
I felt stronger”, he said
His hope was Palestinian
Insha’Allah, ya rab, Alhamdulillah
INSHA’ALLAH, as some say! But, I will not praise GOD (alhamdulillah!) for such a lousy job!
Basheer
Thursday 5th of January 2012 - #6 by Adalberto Erazo on January 6, 2012 - 3:39 amReplyDelete
@ Basheer
I was wondering where you where. I missed your long informative posts.Loved Adriana’s poem as well as this one by Nahida.
Sometimes I wonder why didn’t God make me be born to different parents that way I wouldn’t be living in this demonic country called America which is a mirror image of IsraHell. I know it’s not kind to say that. After all Honor thy mother and thy father.
I wished I could have lived a different life somewhere in Latin America away from this madness and be in peace. Or maybe living in the Malaysian countryside would be nice to get away from it all.
Who knows perhaps God has a plan for me. If I can’t wake people up in this country about the demonic crimes America has committed in these God Damn Wars for IsraHell then maybe I can warn those who are not American to steer clear from this insane asylum. As we all know some of these people around the world are all starry eyed about America like those Green Movement idiots in Iran who wish to be enslaved by IsraHell and the west or like those opposition traitors in Russia who are protesting against Vladimir Putin.
Those opposition traitors only want to return to the days of the jewish oligarchs who in league with the west, economically raped and enslaved Russia bringing misery to the people. Maybe if they heard from the words from someone who lived in the United States of IsraHell how bad it is here then maybe they would reconsider their love for this demonic beast. Make no mistake, it’s a police state filled with hateful and selfish people. The only reason you see people protesting on the streets is because these God Damn Wars for IsraHell are hitting them in the pocket book and they are losing too many of their “soldiers”. You see it’s only about them.
They don’t give a damn about other peoples suffering. Millions were being butchered on the alter of the demonic entity of IsraHell and they celebrated it because they were murdering Muslims. Never mind the fact that they can’t handle the truth that their own government and IsraHell did 9/11 so they can start their longed plan wars for Greater IsraHell.
For these Green Movement idiots, I would like to say Islam is being demonized here 24/7, 365 days, for the past 12 years and even before 9/11. You’re brothers and sisters live in fear and are considered second class citizens who don’t even have the same rights like the rest of the population.
You can search the internet and find news about Muslims being discriminated, assaulted, and even murdered simply because of the religion and by the way they look. Their businesses and houses of worship are attacked and vandalized. The Holy Book, the Qur’an is desecrated and the people bear false witness against it, never even bothering to get to know it in which Jesus and his mother Mary are revered and honored.
It is a religion of peace and truly the word of God yet the Americans love and worship the jew. The very same jews who say Jesus was a sorcerer and is burning in Hell for all eternity in a Cauldron of boiling excrement.
The jews who insult the mother Mary by calling her a whore who conceived Jesus while in her menses. The vast majority of Americans have allied themselves with the Devil with the exception of a minority who truly know what’s going on.
Adalberto Erazo - (continued)ReplyDelete
The Americans have the utter gall and audacity to call you barbaric yet you are an ancient civilization with thousands of years of history and are far more civilized than they are. The Americans call themselves brave and free but in reality they nothing but barbaric cowards who do not realize they are already slaves. They refuse as a people to own up for the crimes America has committed against others overseas.
Americans like to call themselves a light upon all nations, are exceptional, and that they can do no wrong which is exactly like jewish exceptionalism. They are arrogant, ignorant, and prideful to a fault never realizing they are behaving just like Lucifer.You people need to stand united because they could care less if you are part of the Green Movement or not. When those bombs drop they don’t care who they hit because to them you are all the same. Whatever you do don’t travel to America because you will be subjected to the indignities of being grouped and being irradiated through an x-ray porno scanner that can see the most intimate of parts.
The police here are brutal and everyone lives in fear of them and the fact that they give war criminals who commit atrocities overseas slaps on the wrist shows what this country really is. Never mind the fact that the every politician is a psychopath who is a corrupted mass murderer or a future one who wants to take America on more murderous wars. America has no culture.
What passes for “western culture” is nothing but a gutter culture with sex, drugs, alcohol, homosexuality,Hollywood, McDonalds, “reality” t.v., and mass consumerism to buy endless crap just so people can feel better about themselves.
Unfortunately people in the west wouldn’t know western culture even if it bit them in the ass. Western culture originated in Greece yet many in the west would not know this because being educated and knowledgeable is considered a sin while being an ignorant idiot is given high praise. Please stay away from it or it will destroy you. Stay true to your roots and return to Islam and God. In the end God will cut America and IsraHell down to size.
Adalberto Erazo - #9 by B.A.Frémaux-Soormally on January 6, 2012 - 8:31 amReplyDelete
Adalberto Erazo says:
January 6, 2012 at 3:39 am
@ Basheer
“I was wondering where you were.”
DEAR FRIEND
It looks like it is the first KIND thought addressed to me I read since the New Year 2012 has begun – to remember that I exist and has been contributing quite a bit to this site.
I am always where people are LOOKING FOR the truth and always try to keep away from people who claim they have already FOUND IT.
My friend, nobody else seems to have missed my “long informative posts”. I did write one for The Ugly Truth but decided to send it to two other carefully selected websites. One said it was great and agreed to post it. The other simply ignored it.
Adalberto Erazo: “Loved Adriana’s poem as well as this one by Nahida.”
You will be the very first earthling who said that he loved Adriana’s poem ever since it was posted in 2008 and advertised quite widely. Unfortunately, I could not provide Adriana’s link to its original French version as you cannot go there anymore without being flooded with tons of pop ups by the French Jewish “laïc” (secular) pornographers showing women and men, very young and very old, as worse than wild animals indulging not in sex but in all kinds of abominable activities which once provoked the Israelite God’s wrath who got so fed up that He decided to obliterate the land of Sodom and Gomorrah.
I stopped writing here because I did not find people (my peers) to communicate or dialogue or debate with and I was fed up with childish and irrelevant commentaries and of neophytes posing as experts. And, also because I had no intention to “disturb…annoy…provoke…) Mark’s guests because at times I am a real pain in the neck.
Adalberto Erazo: “Sometimes I wonder why didn’t God make me be born to different parents that way I wouldn’t be living in this demonic country called America which is a mirror image of IsraHell.”
I know the feeling. I have long decided that I was born on the wrong planet or at the wrong time. At the time of Muslim Golden Age, the West did not own the entire world, but today it is gradually and surely become reality. When Rome took over Christianity we saw the grandeur as well as the abominations it brought to the world. Today, Christianity is almost dead. Christian humanity is almost dead. I have seen an old American having the guts (we get bolder when we have no more anything to lose!) trying to tell the Americans that Muslims did not do 9/11, but the International Jewish tribe did with the Americans themselves. Most people are shown in the video clip that they are not at all concerned with the truth but only with their amusements and do not wish to be “disturbed…annoyed” by the truth!
BAFS
ONLY FOR HUMANS WITH A PURE HEART!
In 'Eisenhower's Death Camps':
A U.S. Prison Guard Remembers
Martin Brech
In October 1944, at age eighteen, I was drafted into the U.S. army. Largely because of the "Battle of the Bulge," my training was cut short, my furlough was halved, and I was sent overseas immediately. Upon arrival in Le Havre, France, we were quickly loaded into box cars and shipped to the front. When we got there, I was suffering increasingly severe symptoms of mononucleosis, and was sent to a hospital in Belgium. Since mononucleosis was then known as the "kissing disease," I mailed a letter of thanks to my girlfriend.
By the time I left the hospital, the outfit I had trained with in Spartanburg, South Carolina, was deep inside Germany, so, despite my protests, I was placed in a "repo depot" (replacement depot). I lost interest in the units to which I was assigned, and don't recall all of them: non-combat units were ridiculed at that time. My separation qualification record states I was mostly with Company C, 14th Infantry Regiment, during my seventeen-month stay in Germany, but I remember being transferred to other outfits also.
In late March or early April 1945, I was sent to guard a POW camp near Andernach along the Rhine. I had four years of high school German, so I was able to talk to the prisoners, although this was forbidden. Gradually, however, I was used as an interpreter and asked to ferret out members of the S.S. (I found none.)
In Andernach about 50,000 prisoners of all ages were held in an open field surrounded by barbed wire. The women were kept in a separate enclosure that I did not see until later. The men I guarded had no shelter and no blankets. Many had no coats. They slept in the mud, wet and cold, with inadequate slit trenches for excrement. It was a cold, wet spring, and their misery from exposure alone was evident.
Even more shocking was to see the prisoners throwing grass and weeds into a tin can containing a thin soup. They told me they did this to help ease their hunger pains. Quickly they grew emaciated. Dysentery raged, and soon they were sleeping in their own excrement, too weak and crowded to reach the slit trenches. Many were begging for food, sickening and dying before our eyes. We had ample food and supplies, but did nothing to help them, including no medical assistance.
Outraged, I protested to my officers and was met with hostility or bland indifference. When pressed, they explained they were under strict orders from "higher up." No officer would dare do this to 50,000 men if he felt that it was "out of line," leaving him open to charges. Realizing my protests were useless, I asked a friend working in the kitchen if he could slip me some extra food for the prisoners. He too said they were under strict orders to severely ration the prisoners' food, and that these orders came from "higher up." But he said they had more food than they knew what to do with, and would sneak me some.
When I threw this food over the barbed wire to the prisoners, I was caught and threatened with imprisonment. I repeated the "offense," and one officer angrily threatened to shoot me. I assumed this was a bluff until I encountered a captain on a hill above the Rhine shooting down at a group of German civilian women with his .45 caliber pistol. When I asked, "Why?," he mumbled, "Target practice," and fired until his pistol was empty. I saw the women running for cover, but, at that distance, couldn't tell if any had been hit.
This is when I realized I was dealing with cold-blooded killers filled with moralistic hatred. They considered the Germans subhuman and worthy of extermination; another expression of the downward spiral of racism. Articles in the G.I. newspaper, Stars and Stripes, played up the German concentration camps, complete with photos of emaciated bodies. This amplified our self-righteous cruelty, and made it easier to imitate behavior we were supposed to oppose. Also, I think, soldiers not exposed to combat were trying to prove how tough they were by taking it out on the prisoners and civilians.
These prisoners, I found out, were mostly farmers and workingmen, as simple and ignorant as many of our own troops. As time went on, more of them lapsed into a zombie-like state of listlessness, while others tried to escape in a demented or suicidal fashion, running through open fields in broad daylight towards the Rhine to quench their thirst. They were mowed down.
Some prisoners were as eager for cigarettes as for food, saying they took the edge off their hunger. Accordingly, enterprising G.I. "Yankee traders" were acquiring hordes of watches and rings in exchange for handfuls of cigarettes or less. When I began throwing cartons of cigarettes to the prisoners to ruin this trade, I was threatened by rank-and-file G.I.s too.
The only bright spot in this gloomy picture came one night when. I was put on the "graveyard shift," from two to four a.m. Actually, there was a graveyard on the uphill side of this enclosure, not many yards away. My superiors had forgotten to give me a flashlight and I hadn't bothered to ask for one, disgusted as I was with the whole situation by that time. It was a fairly bright night and I soon became aware of a prisoner crawling under the wires towards the graveyard. We were supposed to shoot escapees on sight, so I started to get up from the ground to warn him to get back. Suddenly I noticed another prisoner crawling from the graveyard back to the enclosure. They were risking their lives to get to the graveyard for something. I had to investigate.
When I entered the gloom of this shrubby, tree-shaded cemetery, I felt completely vulnerable, but somehow curiosity kept me moving. Despite my caution, I tripped over the legs of someone in a prone position. Whipping my rifle around while stumbling and trying to regain composure of mind and body, I soon was relieved I hadn't reflexively fired. The figure sat up. Gradually, I could see the beautiful but terror-stricken face of a woman with a picnic basket nearby. German civilians were not allowed to feed, nor even come near the prisoners, so I quickly assured her I approved of what she was doing, not to be afraid, and that I would leave the graveyard to get out of the way.
I did so immediately and sat down, leaning against a tree at the edge of the cemetery to be inconspicuous and not frighten the prisoners. I imagined then, and still do now, what it would be like to meet a beautiful woman with a picnic basket under those conditions as a prisoner. I have never forgotten her face.
Eventually, more prisoners crawled back to the enclosure. I saw they were dragging food to their comrades, and could only admire their courage and devotion.
On May 8, V.E. Day [1945], I decided to celebrate with some prisoners I was guarding who were baking bread the other prisoners occasionally received. This group had all the bread they could eat, and shared the jovial mood generated by the end of the war. We all thought we were going home soon, a pathetic hope on their part. We were in what was to become the French zone [of occupation], where I soon would witness the brutality of the French soldiers when we transferred our prisoners to them for their slave labor camps.
On this day, however, we were happy.
As a gesture of friendliness, I emptied my rifle and stood it in the corner, even allowing them to play with it at their request. This thoroughly "broke the ice," and soon we were singing songs we taught each other, or that I had learned in high school German class ("Du, du, liegst mir im Herzen"). Out of gratitude, they baked me a special small loaf of sweet bread, the only possible present they had left to offer. I stuffed it in my "Eisenhower jacket," and snuck it back to my barracks, eating it when I had privacy. I have never tasted more delicious bread, nor felt a deeper sense of communion while eating it. I believe a cosmic sense of Christ (the Oneness of all Being) revealed its normally hidden presence to me on that occasion, influencing my later decision to major in philosophy and religion.
Shortly afterwards, some of our weak and sickly prisoners were marched off by French soldiers to their camp. We were riding on a truck behind this column. Temporarily, it slowed down and dropped back, perhaps because the driver was as shocked as I was. Whenever a German prisoner staggered or dropped back, he was hit on the head with a club and killed. The bodies were rolled to the side of the road to be picked up by another truck. For many, this quick death might have been preferable to slow starvation in our "killing fields."
When I finally saw the German women held in a separate enclosure, I asked why we were holding them prisoner. I was told they were "camp followers," selected as breeding stock for the S.S. to create a super-race. I spoke to some, and must say I never met a more spirited or attractive group of women. I certainly didn't think they deserved imprisonment.
More and more I was used as an interpreter, and was able to prevent some particularly unfortunate arrests. One somewhat amusing incident involved an old farmer who was being dragged away by several M.P.s. I was told he had a "fancy Nazi medal," which they showed me. Fortunately, I had a chart identifying such medals. He'd been awarded it for having five children! Perhaps his wife was somewhat relieved to get him "off her back," but I didn't think one of our death camps was a fair punishment for his contribution to Germany. The M.P.s agreed and released him to continue his "dirty work."
Famine began to spread among the German civilians also. It was a common sight to see German women up to their elbows in our garbage cans looking for something edible -- that is, if they weren't chased away.
When I interviewed mayors of small towns and villages, I was told that their supply of food had been taken away by "displaced persons" (foreigners who had worked in Germany), who packed the food on trucks and drove away. When I reported this, the response was a shrug. I never saw any Red Cross at the camp or helping civilians, although their coffee and doughnut stands were available everywhere else for us. In the meantime, the Germans had to rely on the sharing of hidden stores until the next harvest.
Hunger made German women more "available," but despite this, rape was prevalent and often accompanied by additional violence. In particular I remember an eighteen-year old woman who had the side of her faced smashed with a rifle butt, and was then raped by two G.I.s. Even the French complained that the rapes, looting and drunken destructiveness on the part of our troops was excessive. In Le Havre, we'd been given booklets warning us that the German soldiers had maintained a high standard of behavior with French civilians who were peaceful, and that we should do the same. In this we failed miserably.
"So what?" some would say. "The enemy's atrocities were worse than ours." It is true that I experienced only the end of the war, when we were already the victors. The German opportunity for atrocities had faded, while ours was at hand. But two wrongs don't make a right. Rather than copying our enemy's crimes, we should aim once and for all to break the cycle of hatred and vengeance that has plagued and distorted human history. This is why I am speaking out now, 45 years after the crime. We can never prevent individual war crimes, but we can, if enough of us speak out, influence government policy. We can reject government propaganda that depicts our enemies as subhuman and encourages the kind of outrages I witnessed. We can protest the bombing of civilian targets, which still goes on today. And we can refuse ever to condone our government's murder of unarmed and defeated prisoners of war.
I realize it's difficult for the average citizen to admit witnessing a crime of this magnitude, especially if implicated himself. Even G.I.s sympathetic to the victims were afraid to complain and get into trouble, they told me. And the danger has not ceased. Since I spoke out a few weeks ago, I have received threatening calls and had my mailbox smashed. But its been worth it. Writing about these atrocities has been a catharsis of feelings suppressed too long, a liberation, that perhaps will remind other witnesses that "the truth will make us free, have no fear." We may even learn a supreme lesson from all this: only love can conquer all.
About the author
Martin Brech lives in Mahopac, New York. When he wrote this memoir essay in 1990, he was an Adjunct Professor of Philosophy and Religion at Mercy College in Dobbs Ferry, New York. Brech holds a master's degree in theology from Columbia University, and is a Unitarian-Universalist minister.
This essay was published in The Journal of Historical Review, Summer 1990 (Vol. 10, No. 2), pp. 161-166. (Revised, updated: Nov. 2008)
For Further Reading
James Bacque, Crimes and Mercies: The Fate of German Civilians Under Allied Occupation, 1944-1950 (Toronto: Little, Brown and Co., 1997)
James Bacque, Other Losses: An investigation into the mass deaths of German prisoners at the hands of the French and Americans after World War II (Toronto: Stoddart, 1989)
Alfred-Maurice de Zayas, Nemesis at Postsdam (Lincoln, Neb.: 1990)
Alfred-Maurice de Zayas, A Terrible Revenge: The Ethnic Cleansing of the Eastern European Germans, 1944-1950 (New York: St. Martin's Press, 1994)
John Dietrich, The Morgenthau Plan: Soviet Influence on American Postwar Policy (New York: Algora, 2002)
Ralph Franklin Keeling, Gruesome Harvest: The Allies' Postwar War Against the German People (IHR, 1992). Originally published in Chicago in 1947.
Giles MacDonogh, After the Reich: The Brutal History of the Allied Occupation (New York: Basic Books, 2007)
John Sack, An Eye for an Eye: The Story of Jews Who Sought Revenge for the Holocaust (2000)
Mark Weber, "New Book Details Mass Killings and Brutal Mistreatment of Germans at the End of World War Two" (Summer 2007)
( http://www.ihr.org/other/afterthereich072007.html )
ADDENDUM
CHARITÉ TRIBALEOU LES MISÈRES DU DÉSIR9 juillet 2019, 18:18 PM, Île de la Réunion, FRANCE.C'est quoi la charité, la misère, le désir, que sais-je? Des mots, que des mots, ne provenant pas du savoir, de la spiritualité, ou de la sagesse ancienne, mais des vocables inventés, il y a à peine quelques siècles par la décadence de l'espèce humaine! Qu'on ne vienne pas me bassiner avec la civilisation helléno-chrétienne car elle fut longtemps dépassée par l'Islam et la civilisation musulmane, et de nos jours par le Satanisme, fléau du monde moderne et de l'Empire anti-Dieu!Ma conversation téléphonique avec une très chère amie française des temps jadis, mère et grand-mère, habitant depuis quelques temps l'île de la Réunion. Que reste-t-il de cette amitié qui avait pris naissance et germé sainement durant ma vie professionnelle à Paris après que je m'y suis retrouvé exilé contre mon gré en 1975. Des hauts et des bas, nous les avons connus tous les deux, mariés chacun de son côté! D'un côté le petit bourgeois en devenir, musulman fervent et non-ritualiste, ex-enseignant et moraliste d'occasion, dont la profession est fortement contestée, et de l'autre la petite travailleuse catholique fervente, employée de maison, concierge avec son époux, ce dernier hautement qualifié pour les mathématiques et la physique, niveau lycée, plus tard enseignant. Le destin fit que le bourgeois parvenu, cet imbécile, perdit la presque totalité des fruits de son labeur, grâce à sa propre incompétence, en partie, son statut de bourgeois que tout le monde de son milieu lui enviait, car il s'était trouvé accidentellement à la tête de cette hiérarchie sociale de la petite bourgeoisie de privilégiés, mais qui, selon sa morale, ne put être supérieure à la richesse de la vie qu'il laisse en héritage à un monde qui a perdu la quasi totalité de son humanité et du vrai sens de la vie. Oui, il laisse en cadeau au monde, la continuation de la vie que l'État totalitaire ne cesse d'agresser avec tout ce que les humains et les monstres ont produit pour la dénaturer et l'achever au profit d'un Élite de richissime sans-Dieu, des Ultra-satanistes qui conduisent notre jeunesse à la déchéance la plus totale dans beaucoup de cas.Mais, en dépit de leur engagement dans le domaine de leur servilité professionnel, en 13 ans et davantage, je n'ai jamais eu le bonheur de rencontrer, à ce niveau aussi bas, des gens d'esprit, sauf, quelques uns avec qui je correspondais de loin. Pourtant la dame dont je parle lisait pas mal, mais mon épouse aussi lisait beaucoup, mais sans jamais enrichir leur esprit ou partager en écrit leurs expériences de vie, savoir et sagesse! Tout tournait autour du tribalisme, de l'idéologie ambiante, la politique, l'argent, les drogues (sexe, télévision, cinéma, loterie, alcools, cigarette, cannabis, LHBT (LGBT), laïcité, valeurs républicaines, démocratie, pillage, guerres génocidaires, racisme, églises décadentes...) etc.
Misères du DésirPréambule"Misères du désir, c’est un beau titre.Quand on pense à tous les emmerdes que vous attire l’entreprise de conquête sexuelle : humiliation du non, frais de table, maladies vénériennes, mariage, divorce et pension, prison pour pédophilie, voire pire... on se dit, comme Bertrand Cantat, que s’abstenir eût été préférable."Fiction du sociologue Alain Soral, 2004.Mais, mon domaine d'évolution humaine de prédilection fut, ma vie tout entière, la charité au sens le plus large et originel du terme, celle qui contient la Nature intégralement, y compris la totalité de ses éléments visibles et invisibles, et non celle de la tribu, du dogme, du parti politique, ou des intérêts personnels, le plus souvent égoïstes et hypocrites.Comme Alain Soral, je me suis toujours demandé "Mais d’abord pourquoi moi ?" alors qu'il ne s'agit jamais de MOI sauf pour faire passer le Message aux autres humains et inhumains come un exemple, et des expériences vécues. Alain revendiqua, avant son mariage à l’église, "sept cents conquêtes" ou "sondées", " dûment pénétrées et homologuées", mais je n'en revendique aucune, zéro de conquête, car mes 5 mariages furent tous commandités par mon destin, les aléas de la vie, une vie imposée, non voulue, et peut-être même maudite, sait-on jamais car mon père, selon les papiers, n'en voulut pas d'un cinquième, car je fus bien le cinquième, et comme pour le punir davantage, sa femme lui en imposa six autres, le pauvre! Un piège admirable, qu'est celui de la vie! Je n'ai jamais couru après une femme, et le peu que je connus des femmes modernes (des années 1960) furent en grande majorité que des jeunes ou moins jeunes putains vivant loin de leurs familles, et obéïssant aux nouvelles normes de la société de sans-Dieu - des 'libérées'! Pour moi, la beauté est divine, DIEU LUI-MÊME, et, cette beauté, je l'ai trouvée partout, chez l'humain, la bête, les éléments, l'atome, dans le Kitaab, les Inspirations des Sages ou pour certains les Révélations divines.
Un romantique de naissance et de culture comme moi, se trouvai donc complètement perdu dans un monde aussi dépourvu de romantisme, de spiritualité, de poésie, de chevalerie, et même de Dieu. Très peu de fidélité, de loyauté, de bravoure, de sincérité, d'honnêteté, et de compassion. À l'époque moderne dite progressiste (évoluant de la moralité religieuse à l'immoralité la plus totale), et libérale (se libérant de toute les contraintes morales et religieuses), plus de la moitié de l'humanité parle de Dieu, de l'amour, mais aveuglément ou par hypocrisie. Dieu c'est l'État! L'amour c'est les sexes laïques (il y en a plusieurs, plus que deux, parait-il), sans oublier l'anus, un organe à l'origine seulement excrétoire et défécateur, mais devenu maintenant aussi et surtout phallotropiste, et légalement accepté et même promu dans les écoles publiques que je déteste! Quelle civilisation apocalyptique, vagin-centrique et anus-centrique, où nous sommes forcés de subir l'hégémonie phallo-vaginale et anale imposée sur le monde par les tyrans de cet empire de pervers, de Sabataï Zévistes et de Jacob Franquistes - l'Israël maçonnique et vaticaniste des temps modernes!Il fut un temps où l'élégance vestimentaire exposait la beauté masculine, mais davantage la beauté féminine. Or depuis le siècle dernier et même avant, le phallus, le vagin, les seins, les fesses, et l'anus sont considérés les seuls attractions et distractions du genre humain - plus jamais l'esprit qu'on empêche même de s'exprimer librement! C'est même devenu un crime punissable par la loi, à coups d'amendes et même de séjours en prison avec des conséquences désastreuses pour le "suspect" ainsi que son entourage familial et social. Je dis bien suspect, car il n'est nul besoin de prouver une quelconque culpabilité, mais uniquement lancer une accusation sans preuves provenant de certains Lobbies tout-puissants qui contrôlent l'État et ses institutions. On a fait croire à la gente féminine que la conquête s'accompli toujours qu'au niveau du vagin, des seins, et des fesses. Donc, elles en mettent tout le paquet, et plein le vagin et l'anus, fabriquant en même temps des millions de mères célibataires, de putains, des filles et femmes extrêmement endommagées, des enfants endommagés et très malheureux, la destruction quasi totale de la famille, la masculinisation de la femme, la féminisation de l'homme, et la dégénération sociale complète. Cela me fend l'âme de devoir laisser mon sang se propager ainsi dans un monde aussi dépourvu de bon sens et de compassion ou la Nature primordiale existe de moins en moins.Je suis un malade mental car je suis un non-conformiste, ou je suis fou comme le disait souvent ma mère, ou un raciste, un antisémite, à en croire les médias, le système, les monopolistes de la parole, les Lobbies, Facebook, ou même des Youtubers, toujours condamné pour "HATE-SPEECH", et même censuré par Dailymotion et Wikipedia, mais je ne suis pas le seul. Alain Soral et bien d'autres les ont aux fesses tous depuis plus d'un siècle grâces à ces vendus de Catholiques et de Protestants vendus au Sionisme et à la Synagogue de Satan. Donc, même mes amis catholiques sont trop occupés avec leurs whisky, vins, champagne, cigarettes, lotteries, fornications, et Israël qui a envahi leurs églises, pour s'intéresser à la souffrance de l'humanité! Mais, pourtant des Catholiques comme Mark Glenn, US Américain, père de 11 enfants, a sacrifié sa carrière pour unifier le "Croissant et la Croix" en dépit de toutes nos différences! Mark est de toute évidence davantage CHRISTIQUE que CHRÉTIEN, tout comme moi! Mon pauvre Daryl Bradford Smith a du se la fermer à tout jamais vivant en France sioniste où seul Israël de l'Apartheid a la parole, le monopole de l'expression verbale et écrite!Étant en train d'écrire un morceau pour mon Blog, " THE ORIGINAL NATIVES OF PALESTINE WERE NOT JEWS!", j'ai du m'arrêter pour mettre sur papier ces quelques pensées, suite à notre conversation téléphonique avec cette dame qui a toujours conservé une place privilégié dans mon cœur ainsi que son époux qui m'aimait bien dans le temps car nous fûmes non seulement collègues dans le même collège, mais aussi compagnons de route dans la vie pendant plus de deux décennies!
BAFS
Londres, ce mardi 9 juillet 2019
Strange world I live in. No wonder I feel like an alien completely lost on this planet.