Losing My Mind and Proud
21 Jul 2011 Leave a Comment
I’ve been quiet for the past few weeks, but that’s okay. I’m growing. Since the harrowing road to my MA thesis I’ve been interested in etymology (study of word origins). While visiting my university today, I ran into a colleague and sister in YHWH (true name of God). We were conversing about the translation part of the program—something that she is encountering and I recently completed. She expressed her belief that she is just one of those people who can’t learn another language. I empathized with her. She is a brilliant Holocaust scholar and fully capable anything (in my opinion). Still, there was no way I could comfort her here because I see myself from the same lenses. That’s okay. She helped me to realize that I don’t need to be fluent in Hebrew, Greek, or anything else to dig my way to the truth.
We discussed being believers (my substitute for Christians) in the open, which leads to persecution on small and large scales. We talked about receiving Bs versus As because we’d mentioned the Savior a few times too many in class or in our work. I welcome this. Why? For the past few months my family has been studying the customs that we have inherited throughout history (Christmas, birthdays, Easter, calendar, etc.), and it has been quite a journey. I am gaining interest in things that I never cared about, and finding plausibility in ideas that I rejected in the past. For example, when I learned the derivative for CHURCH I was appalled, but understood the truth and how words=existence. The Old English word for CHURCH was CIRICE also spelled CHIRCHIE. This form was from the West Germanic KIRIKA, based on the Greek deity, CIRCE. Check this out, Circe was famous among Pagans for turning men into pigs (other animals too) by using drugs (Lew White, Fossilized Customs). I’ll let you judge the connection of the Greek deity to the modern-day institution for yourself.
Needless to say, some people think I’ve lost my mind. Carrying the beauty/burden of the truth is something that I have been dealing with a lot lately. Yah is leading me to more scriptural and critical information every day. At first, I was afraid that people would think I’m crazy. Now I don’t care. At first, I said “Okay, the name of the LORD (which means Ba’al) has been translated. So what? He still hears me when I call.” Now I know why it was done, and why it’s so important that the World keeps the true name of the Father and Yahushua (Jesus<— you should really trace name) blotted out as long as there are believers on earth. I have been entrusted with a responsibility that has incited a new walk and talk from me. I no longer fear who will and won’t receive who I’ve become and whose name I come in.
My message—His message will be as it has always been. Love. I just call him YHWH and his son Yahushua. Now let me ask you a question. What’s the use in learning another language if I don’t even fully understand key words and names from my own?
LSW
