When Jesus invited anyone who is thirsty to come drink him, the masters of ceremonies on that eighth — last — and great — day of the feast of tabernacles thought he was crazy. Most of the times, even his disciples suspected he was a little nuts. Their leader was irresistable. His words had authority and clarity that were always cheered by miracles. But he was talking in riddles and even urging cannibalism. Jesus burned in frustration at this cowardice, of not daring to be radical. Even after his ressurection, he had to explain he was alive to people who, three days before, he assured he would reassemble after planting himself in a tomb. Israel sensed but didn’t accept this prospect: even if this Nazarene man was eating, defecating and sleeping like any other human, he was the fulfilment of every promise written in the scripture.
During the feast of tabernacles, a week long marathon of commemorating their Exodus from Egypt to Canaan whilst living in tents, the High Priest of the Jewish people reconstructed a key event in their redemption. He poured water and wine in two basins, each guarded by a priest, near the altar. This refreshing essence flowed to pipes that passed through the Kidron and to the Dead sea. It was a foreshadowing of the millenial reign of Christ in Jerusalem, whereby springs will flow from the throne of the King of kings and replenish the salty mass that kills any fish. Before this key event, which was preceded by a sacrifice, the house of Jacob engaged in alot of festivities. They built booths from green boughs and slept in them — instead of their homes — whilst singing, dancing and playing trumpets.
This feast however only existed for one thing: exalting the birthday of the messiah. This is why Jesus was being pressed by his brothers to go flaunt his anointing in Jerusalem — in front of the powerbrokers that would elevate him into the centre of the Jewish council. Galilee, which Nathaniel regarded as too provincial, was no place for a real king, the children of Joseph told the strange firstborn. Their mother’s claim that he was fathered by the maker of the whole world was starting to show. But Jesus was not eager to commit the same mistake Moses fell into. Striking the rock to produce water cost the revealer of Beginnings the chance to enter the promised land. The lust for convenience, in the murmuring mob, infected Moses with impulsive acting. The author of Leviticus didn’t pay attention to instructions of the burning nerves who never becomes ashes — who had just vanquished the superpower stubborness of Egypt by slaying their firstborns.
Jesus extinguished the possibility of being provoked to act, after he repulsed Satanic taunts in his forty days in the desert. Generations before, the law giver was also tempted but failed. He was supposed to speak to the stone in the desert, not strike it. The Holy Spirit may use our hands but his throne is in the believing wind blown in the nostrils. The meat moulded from dust is rotting away. If the sweating gown is not over powered by the worshiping spirit, it becomes a deranged monster. This is why the lawyers of Israel later lashed, nailed and pierced the rock of salvation, instead of entreating him. But as ‘Yeshua’ denotes ‘omnipotent recycling’, out of the junk that was calvary, eternal satisfaction was gifted to even the murderers of the messiah.
“I feel like rubbish,” anyone who is sincere secretly says. This confession is the key to the kingdom. The reliever of yokes came for anyone who affirms being sick — dysfunctional. This is the reason Pharisees, who insisted being perfect after doing their rituals, couldn’t stand him. After all the jubilation during the week of booths, the celebrants felt hollow. Only the Holy Spirit can satisfy any human soul, something the Samaritan woman testified of. The knower of all our secrets, languages and mysteries is the presence that would quench any sense of longing — by making a body he possesses as the tabernacle of God.
When going to destroy and reconstruct after three days the temple that his body was — birthed during the feast of booths — Jesus warned the women of the city that murdered prophets against a false sense of security. And this coziness was encouraged by the celebration of holy days. God had determined to pour himself on all flesh. All ordinances, which shadowed oncoming perfect light had to go away when the illumination rushed like a mighty wind in 33 AD. In 39 AD, six feast cycles after Jesus owned all authority in heaven and earth and sent the Holy Spirit, Caligula proclaimed himself as ‘God on Earth’, demanding everyone in the Empire to worship him. Only the Jews, and Christians, refused. Roman authorities in Israel started showing disdain for the holy house, even after Caligula died mysteriously when just about to start a war against Jerusalem and smash its temple — so as to prove he was Immanuel.
Israel misread the death of this despot, who seemed like the abomination of desolation prophesied by Daniel. They claimed it was a promise by God — that he was going to use his power to kill any tyrant who is against their nationalist pride. Yet this group ego, indulged in during their special days, is the same passion that killed Jesus. Even after Saul became Paul and revealed beholding the messiah he also once hated, the Sanhedrin still lied to the public. The same tongues which kept on cheating, insisting that the disciples stole the body of Jesus from a tomb, dared to entreat Jehovah to wash away the iniquity of the nation.
The Romans were foxes, extorting punitive taxes on the flock of people they could easily wipe out; but the Jewish nation, in their shallow piety, was like rotting bones serving themselves to Jehovah. They were inviting Jehovah to also quench himself with the sewage water from their lips that were serving repetitive — monotonous — nauseating — supplications. Self rightousness, which abhors the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, is decay. Even our best actions are like rags (tissues) used in wiping rotting body discharges. Jews were claiming to perform holiness by denying the voice and works of the spirit who formed everything out of watery void. This nationalized stony heart bashed to death spirits full of strange but liberating wisdom, such as Stephen. And as they didn’t have power to kill anyone, the priesthood became murderers — yet they were offering sacrifices for sin.
When Florius, the Roman Procuretor, looted the gold overflowing in the temple in 66 AD, he was indulging his greed. But he was also indirectly underscoring this fact: no one can mock God. Jesus revealed that the house of prayer in the capital city of Israel was a den of thieves — extortionists who sold the Geenie of giving blessings and protection. This mammon was being appeased with overly expensive animals. When the Jews routed the Roman garrison that was in Jerusalem and the subsequent one that was sent by Gallus from Syria, they were acting like violent animals who needed to be put down by more brutal beasts. Jesus had not only given himself as the perfect sacrifice, he had poured God(who is the satisfaction to the soul) onto anyone who desires — which was evident from the way Christians were turning the world upside down.
And the most anti-Roman part of Israel was Galilee. When the 60, 000 war hardened professional soldiers of Ceasar poured into Judea, the people in this area, who didn’t believe Jesus was the messiah — until he couldn’t do any great miracles therein — were the first population to be massacred and exiled. Jerusalem swiftly followed suit, losing a million souls in the destruction and dispersion. And during this rebellion, Jews themselves were filled by factional spirits, killing each other — almost in the same manner God confused the armies of Assyria in the Old Testament. On the same note, the Christians who are hearing about the catching away but are desperate to puff up their churches, will in the near future be brutalized by wild animals, a demi-god and natural forces, whilst thirsting to death.
The Bride of Christ takes anything whilst affirming the nourishment as her groom. Everybody else retorts, “I am eating the fruit of my sweat, which subdues, multiplies and fills the earth.” The voice of the apostate church insists that they are anointed to mainly occupy — enjoy — the earth. The rapture, which no one can tell its day or hour, will just happen when it occurs, they argue. Many ministers even say that they don’t need to concern about the imminence of this day but just broker breakthroughs in every area in life. It is true that Christ demands that his body on earth, which will lift to heaven in a split second, must be the light of the world — delivering the bound, healing the sick, empowering the poor and having Christ-Centred marriages. However, the main work of the Holy Spirit is to make anyone affirm, “Anything good I take and any niceness in me is God. Therefore, to wake up and to sleep is Christ such that if I collapse into a grave before the rapture, I gain.”
“I never knew you you operator of iniquity,” will be the worst of judgments. And this verdict from Christ will scorch many pastors and even prophets. Why? Light births all spectrum of colours. And the preciousness does not come from east or west but from the body of Jesus. Servants of God on the way to condemnation are singing, dancing and talking great words — like the Jews during the feast of tabernacles. But they don’t magnify the central part of their Lord. After the pageant of gathering, we must realize that jumping around, making noise and even conjuring wonders leaves us thirsty.
“This sounds weird,” many voices will exclaim when God soon reconstructs the operation of the first church — in a magnified proportion. Christ never ordered Peter, John and the other ten to only eat his body and blood once per week or twice a month or even once a day. The messiah commanded the generals of his army of compassion to ravish any food as him. This is why Romans were deriding the first Christians as cannibals who indulged in regular communal feasting of a dead man. Jesus had to give these extreme orders so as to demolish to the uttermost all Satanic strongholds in the temple of God. The devil is not just in the air or out in space. He is in self love, the indulgence of ourselves until we forget God.
“Why?” the disciples asked Jesus after the ressurection when munching and sipping him. The crucifixion was not only excruciating, it unleashed terror on the eleven. Thus the appearing and dissapearing tangible Light was underscoring that the price of any nutrient and taste is God aching utterly, in humilating terror. “The same way you internalize me and know that I have bought your every breath, I also want to sup with you. I must ingest all you are and at the cost of any anguish and shame you may suffer,” Jesus told his eklessia. “But I have nothing worth giving,” any sincere soul confesses to Jesus. “In fact, I take your vitality and reduce it as urine and feaces. Which kind of relationship will we have if I just offer you sewage after using you?”
Repentance is the sense of realizing that we cannot commune on the carnal plane — with God or with anyone. The sensual perception gobbles goodness and gives back garbage. And this does not just concern the present moment. The zygote from the sperm and ova are from the fluids and meals taken before sex that end up in the toilet bowl. Bones and muscles of the foetus lengthen, from the womb stage to the teenage level, from proteins, vitamins and starches. Thus any beauty, voluptuosness and vitality must be attributed to the disintegration and trashing of the flesh and blood of Christ. Any handsomenes, prettiness or sensuality is not only the torment of the man on the cross, it is his soul being eternally chewed, sucked and defecated, whilst he stings
Going back to God is revisiting all seconds from our birth to our adulthood. Even the breast of our mothers existed in the grinding, sucking and dumping of the aching Jesus. Thus everyday, our wellness and enjoyment was a tick of the crucifixion of God — his very sensitive essence. Jesus, as the disciples on their way to Emmaus attested, was the most caring person anyone can ever meet. But the carnal mind can only faintly fathom how gentle the nerves inside Christ are. God can feel in an eternal proportion. When hurt, he experiences torment in an infinite magnitude, from any direction. Thus since we were without teeth, we have lived in the unsearchable anguish of our creator.
And as God is perfect glow, the broken body and flowing blood of Jesus that is in all food is an emanation of burning nerves at the highest of frictions — that is so refined that there is no longer any roughness or waste. When we recollect how we have fattened and grown in the crumbling softness and flow of the nerves on the cross, we must eventually attribute our existence to this phenomenon: the intercourse of the nerves of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. The trinity have rubbed in each other — interrogating their essence — at the cost of any discomfort. This sifting is extreme emotions, symbolized by blinding light which testifies that nothing is worthy other than their oneness. All the torment in this yielding has been swallowed. But this deliberation is not a linear progression, but a simultaneous reality, such that pain or pleasure are reduced to zero. Only the unity of personality, which has no start or finish, is exalted. Mind blowing sweetness is just an addition.
And as all colours, which signify emotions, are divided from whiteness, the robes and essence of Jesus signifies integration of all feelings. His disintegration satisfies creatures, which were translated out of this flawlessness. But for any creature to live, it must return to this purity so as to be stopped from being a parasite. The answer to living is to regain non-decaying nourishment in the essence of Christ, which is then distributed to all the world. The I44, 000 oncoming messengers of God, will be spreaders of holiness. They will be virgins — not defiled by the worship of women. And this adultery is not just in men. It is any Adamic boast, which does not tremble at the image of God in humanity but lusts to label anything precious, “Flesh of my flesh and bones of my bones.”
And the media, especially hit stations that mostly plays erotic rythms, serve cups of spiritual fornication. Music is being touted as a soother of the human soul; whereas only the living spring that is the Holy Spirit can satisfy. Melodies are vibrating wavelengths, which are derived from the electromagnetic dynamo of the gift that was poured at Pentecost. The disciples could utter unknown tongues because they were full of the glory of all rythmical blowing. Any music that does not lead to repentance is like a brook full of crocodiles — which appear as rocks to be stood upon so as to be quenched. When the thirsty goes to stabilize themselves on the heads of such still-like monsters –so as to draw water — they become dinner for the big mouths.
When the replication of the pioneer church starts its mission — of viewing any appearance as a result of the biting, sloshing and wasting of Jesus — connected to the flaming gentleness of Jehovah — their roar that will demand complete repentance will sweep the world like lightning. Many people will be fascinated by the wonders accompanying such weirdness. But most individuals, the same way Israel loved miracles of Jesus but never committed to his core message, will politely decline to enter the batallions of holiness. They will prefer to cling to their normality, careful not to unsettle their routines.
Clutching onto familiarity will be the ultimate folly. Soon, the most crazy thing that can ever happen will occur. Most Christians think they can participate in the supper of the lamb whereas they can’t even imagine now vanishing to heaven — because they have downplayed the unconventional gist in the words of Jesus. And when saying,”If anyone thirsts, come unto me and drink living waters,” Christ was highlighting a monumental reality. Satan entered the church to hide this truth. His darkness is now being exposed. Jesus is needing itself, not an idea — but a desiring that you can touch and see but also pass through walls, ascend to heaven and descend from it. And this craving is eternal, such that what we know as wanting, a sting for a taste or texture, is petty.
Celebrities are tormented by longing for acceptance, acclaim and ecstasy from crowds. Yet they are not eager to hanker for Jehovah with all they have. This is because, commonsense claims God is ethereal. Media gurus even flaunt a fine meat to hug and show around, “See this is the tangible evidence I am set; and folks who claim they are in love with a spirit are ugly, lazy or careless until they cannot magnetize the mate I have attracted. That is why such losers console themselves that an unseen imagination is their everything.” Such chest thumping, delivered in different tones and played in many radio stations, is the anthem chanted by hoardes matching to hell.
Jesus dismisses such pride. He shows that his body and blood is a tangible element that can contain never ending boasting — but only to paralyze it. The worldly sense of making it is ridiculous; yet, as it is evident on TV, people have no shame in parading such vanity. And the ressurected Christ, an entity that talks and can be touched is limitless envy, integrated together into the oneness of Jehovah until it no longer remains the Jealousy we know. It is a breathing zeal, which cannot only be touched but reside and be felt in the human heart — more satisfying than any kiss or embrace. This passion is eager to outdo anything else that is against the concrete nature of the oneness of Jehovah. And when this ‘holy lust’ manifests, it is like a missile, breaking down every other pursuit in the airwaves. The endtime army, when insisting that everyone should be wired to Jesus by confessing all nourishment as him, will become satelittes and stations of holy fire. All that they will bind or lose on earth will undo all resolutions resisting it. This would manifest as the confusion at any secular outlet — which encourages the public to best enjoy their dawns to dusks.
Living is repenting — and it is not just regretting failing or being found out. Going back to holiness is tracing how, by gnawing and trashing the vitality of God, we have ballooned from spits to become the bodies we are. We thus long to be totally changed from parasites of Jehovah into his lovers. Rejecting self, so as be born anew and be daily renewed, is borne of this mentality. And sanctification is ingesting the flaming essence of Christ — the epitome of ‘delicate’ brutalized for our sake. Jesus is obsession — not just a vapour — but a concrete living addiction who can now enter anyone’s spine, kidneys, brain and heart. All other compulsions, in friendship and partnerships, are brokered by this messiah who is wanting itself.
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