So it was, as they were burying a man, that suddenly they spied a band of raiders; and they put the man in the tomb of Elisha; and when the man was let down and touched the bones of Elisha, he revived and stood on his feet.
Today is Sunday Morning, and I wonder if I owe anyone an explanation about me being
RAISED FROM THE DEAD?
Yesterday I almost began a poem about Augusta Janke Stuttmeister, where at rest in the Oddfellow cemetery in San Francisco, she hears the sound of a spade slicing into the earth near her. Believing she is hearing things, she goes back to composing the longest poem anyone ever penned in Belmont where she and William got married.
The Belmont Stage
brought us back home
to the land of my grandfather
and his sons
Here is our bottling company
over there
a new batch of children
climb q spiral staircase
to the top of a great
oak tree
Happy faces
like sunflowers
I recall each one
Right away they kidnapped
my dear Husband
the doctor of dentistry
That glorious sunny day
Doctor Stuttmeister
yanked his first Belmont tooth
All those dead teeth
and skulls
that paved our way
in life
dancing in the fields \
of California Poppies
Hark! What is that sound
our new neighbor
Mr’s Higgens turning the soil
in the spring of our
famous love
While googling The Dead this morning, up popped a passage from the Torah about the burying of a man, when suddenly Moabite Raiders appear on the horizon! The dead man is thrown in the crypt of Elisha. Touching the bones of dead Elisha – he returns from Hades!
HE’S ALIVE!
I did not come – to read the Bible. I came to bury the our dead! I had already seen God, and His Kingdom of Truth. Now – where to put my body after I died on McClure’s Beach. That’s the rub!
Because it would only occur to me to ask – this very day – what Moabite Raiders would be wanting of a Dead Man? Would they use him in some outlaw religious practice, put him on a hot griddle, and have him do…..
THE DANCE OF THE DEAD?
Months after I find the Stuttneister-Janke crypt in Colma, then my disappeared daughter comes back into my life. My kin were not going to tell me she was pregnant.
We wee led down the magnificent corridors of a great mausoleum. We turned a corner and a attendant said
“HERE IT IS!”
I was -shocked! There were these heavy bronze gates, that I expected to squeak when I pulled. Inside I knew this was – prophecy! Three generations of Carl Jankes great grandchildren – entered! We glowed in the pale light of a Tiffany window. There were roses in blue earhen jars.
Later I would stare hard at the tombstones piled helter-skelter on the beach to make a seawall, lest the new batch of investors lose the their ill-gotten gain, land that belonged to others, going West, ravaging sacred buriel grounds.
I called man of God in Belmont, and told him, as a Man of God – how outraged I still am to find another memorial stone with the name of another Belmont mayor stamped on it with another bronze plaque. This man was on the board of a church. I told him about three of my grandparents were thrown in the same grave. I commented on how – I’m supposed to REACT!
“Are you thinking I need a good attorney? And this will solve THE BIG PROBLEM?”
What is needed – for starters – is a good poet. I wrote this poem three days after I died. I saw my father, the great great grandson of Carl Janke, rowing a boat out to sea, where Dorothy and Carl sailed around the Cape in 1848 with six portable houses on board the Clipper. Three years ago, I read the account of another relative I didn’t I had – COMPLAIN about the removal this name….
JANKE STREET
Why? Why is there no Justice. No Son of God, nor resurrection – along with those dead – on..
JUDGMENT DAY?
The Man who asks “Why?”
COMETH
I am forced to count my Dead Kin, whose bodies have been defiled. There are
FOUR GENERATIONS WHO HAVE BEEN DUG OUT OF THEIR GRAVES
and I am wanting an explanation. Who is truly forcing my hand to say this…
You are truly a wicked wicked generation to use the Words of the Lord to hurt and degrade others, in America, and all places, across the Seven Seas..Who would want to minister to you -least be your prophet, come, raised from the dead…by God Almighty?
HERE I AM
Moabite Raiders – all! You got your dead body – after alll! What are you going to do with me?
19 The Lord was with Samuel as he grew up, and he let none of Samuel’s words fall to the ground. 20 And all Israel from Dan to Beersheba recognized that Samuel was attested as a prophet of the Lord. 21 The Lord continued to appear at Shiloh, and there he revealed himself to Samuel through his word.
The Dark Horse
by
John Presco
1967
The dark horse is in te ocean
gray-silver manes around the sun
The hollow horn of the eye
plays chords out to sea
which set adrift my father’s boa’
of wood and colored scales
The setting sun
like a golden ring
he places on one hand
and brings homes his day’s catch
crystal colors upon the sand.
THESE ARE THE BONES OF ELISHA (DECLARING THE WORD OF THE LORD)
One of the most curious events in all of Scripture is found in a single verse in 2 Kings 13. That chapter records the death of the prophet Elisha, and yet, there’s still one more story of Elisha here some time after his death. 2 Kings 13:21 tells us:
So it was, as they were burying a man, that suddenly they spied a band of raiders; and they put the man in the tomb of Elisha; and when the man was let down and touched the bones of Elisha, he revived and stood on his feet.
Elisha was dead. And yet when a corpse was thrown into his tomb hastily in an attempt to hide from marauding bands of Moabites, the man came back to life simply by his corpse touching Elisha’s bones. Even as miracles go, that one’s quite impressive.
Yet it’s not one we tend to talk about all that often. Elisha and the widow’s oil, Elisha raising the Shunammite’s son, Elisha sending Naaman the leper to dip in the Jordan: these we know and love. We might even be quite familiar with the floating axe-head, the feeding of the one hundred, or the healing of the water. But yet there seems to be a silence cast over Elisha’s bones and the raising of the dead man.
Now, I imagine that silence is due to a certain discomfort. You see, the only time I ever hear this miracle mentioned is by Anglo-Catholic friends arguing for the veneration of relics and prayers to the saints. The bones of Elisha almost seem to be the perfect proof-text for the power of relics. And so, no wonder we evangelicals are somewhat more reticent to talk about Elisha’s bones.
Yet we shouldn’t, for there is much we can learn from Elisha’s bones. The Holy Spirit did not inspire this verse to have us hastily rush past it in the most hushed of tones. Rather, like all Scripture, it is ‘profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness’ (2 Tim. 3:16).
But before I go on to what we can learn here from 2 Kings 13:21, let me just dispel our dis-ease. For, you see, although it might still be trotted out as a proof-text for relics today, that argument was debunked back at the Reformation. As Martin Chemnitz put it in his refutation of the Roman Catholic doctrine defined at the Council of Trent:
Scripture does not say that that dead man was brought to the tomb of Elisha with the aim and purpose that he might be brought back to life by contact with his bones, as though it had been at that time the custom among the people of God to run to the sepulchres of the prophets or saints in order to seek grace and power among the bones of the dead by means of vows and invocations. But the text says that that man was by an unexpected emergency cast into the sepulchre of Elisha when they wanted to bury him and, because the brigands came upon them, did not have time to make a grave. Therefore, lest the unburied corpse should be exposed to the caprice of the enemies, the opened the cover of the sepulchre that was nearest, which was that of Elisha, and did not lay the dead person in it (for they did not have time for that), but threw in the corpse. When it had fallen to the bottom, it touched the bones of Elisha and came back to life …
Now , also after that miracle took place, we do not read that the bones of Elisha were taken out of the tomb, elevated to a high place, carried about; they were not set forth to be kissed, touched, viewed; they were not honoured with candles, not adorned with silk, not adored with invocation for the purpose of obtaining help, not set forth for a special cult. Neither was a pilgrimage instituted to these bones for the purpose of there seeking the grace and power of God; indulgences were not promised; these relics were not laid on the sick and on the dead; people did not swear by them; faith and hope were not placed in them, etc. We read absolutely no such thing in Scripture about the relics of Elisha, also after that outstanding and amazing miracle through his bones had taken place. But the bones of the prophets were left in their tombs or sepulchres, as also Christ declares (Matt. 23:29).
(Martin Chemnitz, Examination of the Council of Trent, Vol. 4, pp.26-27)
So, let’s reclaim this verse. To borrow a biblical expression, Elisha being dead yet speaks. Elisha’s bones declare the Word of the Lord to us, so let’s listen to what they have to say. Here are two important things I think we can learn here, and then after my suggestions I’ll give you what Chemnitz suggested as well.
1) In death, our bodies are still united to Christ.
Salvation isn’t just for our souls; we’re saved as whole persons. So at death, Christ doesn’t abandon our bodies. It’s not a case of our souls flying off to heaven to be with Jesus, while our bodies are quietly forgotten and no longer of any significance. Far from it! That’s why when Christianity came to this country our funeral practices changed: we stopped cremating and started burying because Christians die in the sure and certain hope of the resurrection of the body. Our bodies still belong to Christ after death. Our bodies are still united to Christ after death. And so our bodies will one day be glorious raised by Jesus from death.
The Eyes of Rocky Point
Posted on July 1, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press
This morning I found ‘The Eyes of Rocky Point’ that go with the eye at McClure’s Beach….where I died. It was a wake up call that I had been thrown off my spiritual path, and had given up looking for the truth of how Christine drowned. I looked at more videos of this dangerous place – that my niece Drew Benton saw with her very eyes! However, she has never said so, or, given a first hand account of how she almost drowned – too!
I have decided to sue Drew Benton, get her in a court of law, and on a witness stand. I deserve to know how my beloved sister – died! I want my attorney to ask if she was scared down in that cove my friend, a Private Investigator, did not want me to enter!
Vicki told me Drew has no fond memories and feelings for her mother. She did not attend Christine’s funeral, nor did her father. At her mother’s home, Garth dropped Drew off, and did not come in and say hello to Rosemary, Lillian, Vicki, and myself. Why? Yet his words fill several pages of Rosamond’s biography. Drew played video games with Shamus which got the attention of my detective friend.
“She appears as if nothing had happened!”
There is not a spiritual bone in Drew’s body, yet she is a dark beam in the eye of the surviving family artist – and all artists! Time to remove it. Drew knew where my seventeen year old daughter was when her mother disappeared her from my life.
I played Albatross when I got home from the funeral. I expected this kind of truth, to arrive. Instead, the lies kept pouring in. Drew did much to destroy Christine’s legacy. She still allows herself to be used as the dark cauldron, as our natal family dies. Am I the only one left?
John Presco
The Cave and Cleft of God
Posted on June 23, 2019by Royal Rosamond Press
The Cave and Cleft of God
A Study For a Painting of God
By
John Presco
Copyright 2019
God had conversations with Man. Has anyone compiled His Words? In compiling photographs of McClure’s Beach for my Painting of God, my Angel said;
“God dwells here. This is the Home of God! God liveth in this cave. He will never dwell in Jerusalem again.”
Talk like this will get me killed. By whom? I will be called insane, some more. By whom? Here is where I died, on this sand. My friend had taken me into the water to wash the deep cut in my hand, and a wave caught us. There was too much sand in the water so we went out to our knees. I was completely wet, and went into shock. I looked up and saw an angel hovering over me. I pointed her out to my friend who looked down on me in a tunnel.
I left my body and walked through this cleft in the rock that a photographer calls a “crevice”. I sat down and beheld God sitting on a rock, that does not exist, unless it is just out of sight in the lower right. You can see the two rocks on either side of the opening. They are like pillars. That is Elephant Rock. My friends built a large fire next to me to dry me. I believe it was the pain of my steaming blue-jeans that brought me back. It was the first thing I saw. I was curled up in the fetus position. The Cave of God is to the left, down the beach a seventy yards. This is His view. Quite a improvement over the Men who love to argue and fight. I am done with that! I was done with that – back then!
As the touched down on the horizon, I was in a Great Battle. Tanks and landing craft came ashore. In every wave advance knights on horseback with lances and many flags. I did not survive this battle. I heard dying American soldiers in Vietnam. We died.
God came here, and looked te thousand miles across the Pacific. He was not happy that America had forsake…………THE TRUTH! He showed me……….THE TRUTH! This is the home of………THE TRUTH!
The waterfall is seasonal. It falls about fifty yards from the cave and looks like the wings of a great angel. I will paint my angel again. This time with wings. Elephant Seal Rock. A great beast comes out of the sea.
Above: A point Just south of McClures beach. I walked through a crevice in the rocks to get here. I believe this the area known as Elephant Rock.
I did a painting of my angel from memory in 1975. I died in 1967. It was the second woman I had done. My skills were not up to par. I had not painted in years. Note the cleft at the top of the rock that goes to another kingdom. I am going to do more religious work.
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