This rock looks like the one we see in the movie ‘The Seventh Seal’ where a Knight Templar plays chess with Death so he will not know death. The piece of the rock I hold in my hand, looks like the rock I climbed. At its base, I saw God, and was reborn. Twice in my life I played chess for the life of another, one of them, a hit man for the Mafia. I am my brother’s keeper. I chose to risk my life, when I could have walked away. I lost everything and everyone when I died. I was twenty years of age when my life came to an end. The seers that saw my death twenty years later, said this;
“People come into your being and take, take, take! You are powerless to stop them. I don’t know why.”
I am a Son of Able. I carry the sins of my brother, for I am my brother’s keeper. My own brother has tried to show me mercy, but, he just can’t bring himself to do it. Do you know why?
After my daughter called me a parasite – a name my brother Mark applied to me when we lived in Rosemary’s house, she now suggested I was a Traitor because I did not serve in the Military. This is a Tea Party theme, that suggests only veterans should do well in America.
“Did Bill serve his country?” I asked Heather Hanson.
“No, but at least he wanted to!” she spat.
Two days after my death, members of the Brotherhood external Love came to see me. We were very much against the war – and Nationalism – the cause of war. R MONEY was selling Nationalism. This is why he made an offer to give the military a trillion dollars they did not ask for. He is bribing folks for votes. He is tempting them in the wilderness, like Satan tempted Jesus by offering him nationalism, or, earthly kingship. What God offered Jesus, and other Sons of Able, was citizenship in the Kingdom of God. I saw this kingdom when I died. When I came back to earth, there was nothing for me to own, anymore. My brother mocked me for my lack of ambition the same way his ilk mock our President, they suggesting he is a lazy black man with no ambition or money making skills. President Barack Obama is a Son of Able. God is his rock.
I own what I came here for. My daughter did her best to convince me I own nothing, as she took herself and my grandson away from me. I can barely stand the grief of this loss, compounded by the truth, she has gone over to my enemy.
But, is there a reason, just this? Are we all descended from Cain? What is the Truth? Did not Jesus say; “I have overcome the world.”
Did not they take everything from Jesus, even make profit from the one thing he owned, his robe?
I repeated these words when I stood atop my roch once again. Money Makers are gamblers for the red robe of the Go’el Redeemer.
Jon of the Rock
Jon of the Rook
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