Inviting Home the King

"The Triumph of David"

(N. Poussin)




OK troops, here's another looong post . . . it ain't a convenient Soundbite . . . but some knots take time to unravel . . .

and some snakebites take time to heal

and some serpents take Xtra stompin' . . . pesky and longlived kritturs they be.

A few days back a Christian woman asked me if I also was Christian. I told her that I wasn't allowed to play favorites, but that I was raised in a Christian denomination, and that such upbringing never really leaves one. She said that God never really leaves US -- a righteous enough reply.

Like many, I went the route of my generation, seeking self-fulfillment, money, "shamanic power" (LOL!!), knowledge of Great Seecrets, sexual fulfillment, mystical union with the goddess, blah blah etc. -- basically, like most of y'all, pathetic and infantile Getting My Way.

. . . whatta dumbass, eh? oh well live 'n learn. Until a couple years ago, I read pretty much everything except the Bible, which was fine, because understanding comes in its own time, never before.

Nowdaze, to my shock, I find comfort in the Bible, and grok the wisdom and warnings of my fathers. The pitfalls of my generation are clearly reflected in, and predicted by, many biblical passages and prophets -- particularly the regression of North America, and the West, to the "captivities" of metaphoric "Egypt" and "Babylon." In real-time terms, these are regressions to wealth, power, selfishness, hypocrisy, deceit, and reliance upon coercion and cruelty under cover of "security." To take three current American examples: mass homelessness, mass fatherlessness, and the Prison Industrial Complex -- all for Our Own Good, to be sure -- demonstrate America's return to the primal, matriarchal State, and rejection of our temporal fathers and spiritual Father.










Condi's Empowerment Backlash (subtitle: "In Over Her Head, O My National Hangover")



Meanwhile, individuals and groups purporting to be "Christian" lead lives of avarice, powermongering, and vengeance, mocking the example of Christ, persecuting authentic followers of Christ . . . for example, tens-of-millions of "Dispensationalists" gather in auditoriums, gawking at Bigscreen propaganda, deceived by slimy shepherds who delude them with (lame) rock music and false promises of a Rapture they ain't gonna get. Then its stuff-the-bills-in-pocket and off to the next burg, guffawing at the rubes.

Hundreds, possibly thousands, of years before America's founding, what's now the Upper Eastern Seaboard (Maine, Nova Scotia, etc.) was navigated, explored, and minimally colonized by various interests, under diverse national covers. Many, if not most, of these "explorers" were interested primarily in establishing a kind of "New Jerusalem" in the New World, and were supported and funded by various "secret societies" or fraternities, including the "Merovingians," Templars, Rosicrucians, Prioy of Sion, Masons . . . the list goes on and on, with lotsa slopover.

Though these groups sometimes were in opposition, or competition, with one another, they shared a common over-riding goal: the re-establishment in the New World of the Great Mother Goddess and the archaic matriarchal condition. These "fraternities" were under the impression -- the very erroneous and deluded impression, which your Unesteemed Author, Little Dumbname-o, also long shared -- that restoration of global power to the "Entombed Goddess" was equivalent to re-establishing Eden.

Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of lye.

Such are the naive fantasies of little boys, too clever for their own good, having lost and forgotten their Father.

[peat-bog interlude, preechin' to the choir]

How can you stand the silence

That pervades when we all cry?

How can you watch the violence

That erupts before your eyes?

That was a wonderful remark

I had my eyes closed in the dark

I sighed a million sighs

I told a million lies to myself, to myself

(V. Morrison)



Ancient manuscript found in Irish bog

Wednesday Jul 26 06:57 AEST

Ireland's national museum has hailed what it said was one of the most significant discoveries in decades - and perhaps centuries - after an ancient prayer book was found by chance in an Irish bog.

The National Museum of Ireland said fragments of what appeared to be an ancient Psalter or Book of Psalms, written around AD 800, were uncovered by a bulldozer in a bog in the south Midlands.

"In discovery terms this Irish equivalent to the Dead Sea Scrolls is being hailed by the Museum's experts as the greatest find ever from a European bog," the museum said in a statement.

The Dead Sea Scrolls, found in the mid 20th century, are considered to be of enormous religious and historical significance since they include some of the earliest known surviving Biblical documents.

The Irish discovery, recovered from bogland last Thursday, comprises extensive fragments of what is thought to be an Irish Early Christian Psalter, written on vellum, a fine animal skin parchment.

"In my wildest hopes, I could only have dreamed of a discovery as fragile and rare as this," Museum Director Pat Wallace said, adding it was not so much the fragments themselves, but what they represented, that was of such "staggering" importance.

"It testifies to the incredible richness of the Early Christian civilisation of this island and to the greatness of ancient Ireland," he said.

The museum said it did not know how the manuscript ended up in the bog.

"It may have been lost in transit or dumped after a raid, possibly more than a thousand to twelve hundred years ago."

Part of Psalm 83, a lament to God over other nations' attempts to wipe out Israel, is legible but the museum said the extent to which other Psalms or additional texts are preserved would only be determined by lengthy work by a team of experts.

Bernard Meehan, Head of Manuscripts at Trinity College Dublin, who was invited to advise on the context and background of the manuscript, said he believed it was the first discovery of an Irish Early Medieval manuscript in two centuries.

Initial impressions placed the composition date of the manuscript at about AD 800, a time of Viking raids in Ireland.

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Psalm 83

Keep not thou silence, O God: hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God.
For, lo, thine enemies make a tumult: and they that hate thee have lifted up the head.

They have taken crafty counsel against thy people, and consulted against thy hidden ones.

They have said, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation; that the name of Israel may be no more in remembrance.

For they have consulted together with one consent: they are confederate against thee:

The tabernacles of Edom, and the Ishmaelites; of Moab, and the Hagarenes;

Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalek; the Philistines with the inhabitants of Tyre;

Assur also is joined with them: they have holpen the children of Lot. Selah.

Do unto them as unto the Midianites; as to Sisera, as to Jabin, at the brook of Kison:

Which perished at Endor: they became as dung for the earth.

Make their nobles like Oreb, and like Zeeb: yea, all their princes as Zebah, and as Zalmunna:

Who said, Let us take to ourselves the houses of God in possession.

O my God, make them like a wheel; as the stubble before the wind.

As the fire burneth a wood, and as the flame setteth the mountains on fire;

So persecute them with thy tempest, and make them afraid with thy storm.

Fill their faces with shame; that they may seek thy name, O LORD.

Let them be confounded and troubled for ever; yea, let them be put to shame, and perish:

That men may know that thou, whose name alone is JEHOVAH, art the most high over all the earth.


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Now, folks, ya gotta be a pretty Serious Rationalist to imagine that Psalm "just happened" to be found -- much less miraculously preserved -- by "chance," as our "objective reporter" supposes. Talk about True Believers! LOL!!

Anyway . . . the above-mentioned "dung" perished at "Endor" -- and Endor was most famous, biblically, for its witch (i.e., sorceress, or overempowered woman -- and yes, honey, witches do exist, and have long agendas, and even longer memories).

Psalm 83 entreats the biblical LORD for protection against a broad conspiracy seeking to destroy "Israel." "Possession" of the "houses of God" by conspiracists refers not only to infiltration of physical churches, temples, and other places of worship by idolatrous, sinister forces, but most specifically to manipulation of individual and group consciousness (house=mind) by those forces -- thus inferring demonic possession in the Catholic sense -- not merely of individuals, but a mass deceit, a propagandistic hypnosis of institutions, and even of whole nations.

In America, one way this has already been accomplished is by dividing our country, even as our "leaders" pretend to unite it. Our human desires for preference, power via "victim-status," and vengeance towards one another is aided and abetted by our Homeland "leaders" -- many claiming to be "Christians" while constructing the American Gulag.

Bush and Kerry, to take two sad, emasculated examples, pretend to offer the Republic "choice," when in fact they are heads upon the same Beast. Like many other people in key government, legal, military, industrial, communications, and intelligence positions, Bush and Kerry are Masonic brethren. They're the extension of the Egypto-Chaldean "magicians" of the necromantic "brotherhoods" who, especially in the past six hundred years, spent enormous amounts of money and time -- and other peoples' blood -- reconnoitering and establishing their "New Zion" in what is now America (and, to slightly lesser extent, in Canada.)

Traitors of their nations, enemies of the planet, antithesis of Christ -- and of all other strong men -- they seek restoration of global matriarchy under cover of American democracy -- with themselves and their inbred progeny as rulers. All in the interest of exterminating Evildoers, of course. In defense of Our Way of Life. For The Children. Etc.

Our fathers back to Adam are rolling over in their graves, sreaming bloody murder, and wondering what purse contains our balls and how Queen Babylon conquered us again so soon . . . and so easily.

Pertinent in this regard is the fact that weaklings like Bush, Kerry, and fellow Skullboy Jacobins preside over Emasculated America -- and seek to castrate the remainder of the planet. It's no mystery why the Jacobin Club, and other pansy-fraternities, were behind, for example, the French Revolution. The sheeple are simple prey for them, and "democracies" -- especially in our modern age of mass-propaganda and near-unilateral control of media -- can be manipulated almost without effort to ensure that the wink-wink boys are elevated to power. So much for the Republic. Makes one wonder if we ever really had one. Bread, SUVs, easy sex, and circuses (televised sports-on-demand, 24/7) keep American "masculinity" well in "hand." :O)

Toss in our subjugation to Big Sissss and her "empowerment" -- another longstanding Chaldean/Jacobin/Masonic project, by the way -- and detection is difficult, resistance virtually impossible. Happy slaves = eternal slaves.

The God of our Fathers understood, and understands still, the subtlety of the serpent. That's why He provided, and provides still, a king to lead each generation. God's responsibility is to raise a rightful king for each and every generation. It is not His responsibility, however, to force "the people" to accept that king. That is the responsibility of the people, because in His wisdom, each generation is free to accept God's appointment, or to reject it in favor of servitude (albeit wealthy, comfortable, sexually satiated servitude.)

Nor is kingship, even in a modern nation-state, necessarily inconsistent with real -- though I emphasize real -- republicanism or democracy. They might well co-exist quite sublimely and superbly. But without authentic male leadership -- which is currently impossible -- all the ideo-political fixes and tweakings in the world won't amount to ratcrap, and our nation, and planet, will inevitably croak, with whimper or bang.

Like most of you, I was raised under illusion of "democracy" which, indeed, seemed to work OK for approximately the first half of America's herstory. I was conditioned to assume that temporal monarchy in any form was equivalent to tyranny -- King George of England, the Immaculate Revolution, etc.

Until recently, I'd have opposed kingship in any form with vigor, and possibly with violence.

. . . and Wow was I Rong. For here we all are, living in tyranny and servitude under a new King George -- a chump who rules like a king, without even the pretense of divine right (except in his own feeble mind.)

Nor is changing parties or electing libertarians or socialists or Know-Nothings or "independents" gonna change a thing. The fix is in folks, and no matter how comfortable your life, no matter how invested economically or ideologically with America you are, if you deny that, then you're in Denial indeed, and it ain't a river in Egypt.

It is, however, an Egypt downriver of the spirit. And that's why I've changed my mind about kingship. At the federal/national level, self-governance is already long gone. For decades, anybody with even the vaguest qualities of authentic leadership has been gunned down or "disappeared." At this point, those who rule us are not going to hand back our country. Nor can it -- nor should it -- be taken back by violence or force. We are left with the option of spiritual revolution, or the slow slide deeper downriver. The chains and galley-oars may be invisible, but they are there.

Spiritual revolution doesn't mean a coup. It doesn't mean folks get killed, or assaulted, or jailed. It means that instead of Me The People, we come together as We The People, change our hearts and minds, and stop letting punks and punkettes divide and conquer US.

That's it. The rest -- believe me -- takes care of itself.

Now, I hear lots of whining these days, even amongst the tribes -- folk who should know better -- that God has abandoned US. That is udder bullshit and sucky self-pity.

The truth is precisely opposite. We keep taking the Easy Way Out, and we have abandoned God -- and that's OUR fault, and OUR problem, not His.

You wanna worship the Goddess and run back to Mommy Matriarchy, comfort yourselves with Law and Order reruns and The DaVinci Crud?

Fine. But expect the consequences (slavery under Ms. Babylon) and STFU about being "abandoned."

Sixty percent of the US is in drought? Duh-uh. Ya gets what ya asks for and, as Marx correctly asserted, we've got the "leaders" we deserve.

Leaders like Yitzhak Rabin, who follow the instructions of God's king via the New Testament ("Our Father desires mercy, not blood sacrifice") don't last long. Rabin wasn't God's appointed king, but he was an authentic leader of the nation-state of Israel (not to be confused, nor necessarily contrasted, with "Inner Israel," which is God's true Church, an international and nondenominational Body with representatives in every country -- and always on the Evildoer List.)

Predecessor Golda Meir, on 'tother hand, responded to the Munich Olympic Massacre in ur-matriarchal, hit-squad fashion. Eye for eye, etc. Send in the Mossad, wash-a-da hands, me the Godmother.

The nation-state of Israel has not recovered since, and no wonder. Like America, it purports to "trust in God," yet relies instead upon State-sanctioned "judgment" and self-serving -- and oh-so-profitable -- vengeance.

(Like Gulag US, apparently Israel still hasn't heard the New Testament. The Torah's good stuff, but it's only a beginning. The God of Love is greater.)

Despite absurd, naive, revisionist claims otherwise, Jesus wasn't perfect either. If you think so, then you didn't know him. And still don't.

The responsibility of God's appointed king is not perfection, because that is far beyond any being. All sane and knowledgeable persons already know that every king -- even those appointed by God, is flawed . . . and small, cunning, power-crazed punks like Bush, Scary Kerry, et al. use those human flaws to ensure, if necessary, that any and every divinely chosen king never succeeds to office.

Jesus Christ was, of course, such a king. His imprisonment, torture, "trial," and murder were no accident -- no more an accident that the beheading of Baptist John at command of the she-snake Herodias and her dancing daughter.

Kings apponted by God speak the truths the people NEED to hear. False kings like the Bushmasters speak the lies the people WANT to hear. It's really not that difficult to tell the difference. It doesn't require genius or extraordinary insight. It DOES require cojones, though . . . and cojones in any gulag-nation, down through history, are always the commodity in shortest supply.

"Society," of course, the State apparatus, is perenially matriarchal. The serpent and the flying monkeys know this, and use it. That's why, long ago, God established His true Church on Earth -- to provide a masculine balance to female power, to ensure protection against regression to matriarchy, and the always tempting assumption that females don't have shadow sides . . . the infantile wish that Mommy is perfect.

She ain't. Real religions were established for the good of BOTH women and men -- and indeed, for the protection of all creatures, this planet. God's Church has eroded over the millennia -- partly due to simple human weakness, and partly due to deliberate sabotage by the serpent and lackey-men. In the modern West, and especially in America over the past century, the denominations have become mere extensions of "sossity" -- that is, of matriarchy.

True balance between the male and female principles has disappeared, drowned beneath the trojan horse of "liberation politics" and "liberation theology" -- courtesy of the same Chaldean/Templar/Jacobins, like the Bushmasters, that fund and propagate Dipensationalism to tens-of-millions of sheeple. God's appointed king can never arise in a nation feverishly awaiting the Antichrist -- a figure inextricably connected to the supposed "rapturing" of Western Fundamentalists.

As usual, the serpent and the bullyboys have all bases covered.

Meanwhile, the real Antichrist retains power, roars with laughter, fills his pockets with the sweat of the poor and the blood of the saints, builds more prisons, passes more "protective" laws, hosts lavish dinner parties, and has his Press Officers prepare fresh deceptions for the morrow.

Step outta line, as Mr. Stills advised, and "the men come and take you away."

Quietly, if possible.

And God help US, there are plenty of such "men" around nowdays, sellouts for a paycheck, telling themselves they're just "supporting their families" or "doing their jobs." The old S.S. copout. Mancages and approved torture and secret tribunals. Quite a Going Concern.

Rarely -- extremely rarely indeed -- God's appointed king overcomes the serpent and actually comes to power. The very rarity of such men makes them easily recognizable. It's the rarity of realized masculinity. They are invariably men's men -- and NEVER a "woman's man." They don't follow Big Mama's orders, nor do they subjugate themselves to the intimidations, incarcerations, and brutalities of her jackals. (Apologies to actual jackals, who are far more honorable.)

Real kings stand up for the little guy. They don't build their puny transgenerational empires at the expense of the citizenry. They never covet power -- indeed, they usually attempt to shun power, knowing its inherent evils and dangers. They speak truth. They aren't intimidated and shamed by chickencoop gossip and intrigues. They're proud to be MEN, and try their best -- even when falling short -- to serve God by serving their people. Unlike Bush, Kerry, Blair, ad nauseum, they don't barnyard strut . . . they don't have to. They're secure in their manhood.

King David was such a man. Not a perfect man, by any stretch, but a true appointed regent of God. Just one example from his extraordinary life, as recorded in the Bible, illustrates the point.

From 2 Samuel 6 of the KJV, here's the incident in full:



Again, David gathered together all the chosen men of Israel, thirty thousand.

And David arose, and went with all the people that were with him from Baale of Judah, to bring up from thence the ark of God, whose name is called by the name of the LORD of hosts that dwelleth between the cherubims.

And they set the ark of God upon a new cart, and brought it out of the house of Abinadab that was in Gibeah: and Uzzah and Ahio, the sons of Abinadab, drave the new cart.

And they brought it out of the house of Abinadab which was at Gibeah, accompanying the ark of God: and Ahio went before the ark.

And David and all the house of Israel played before the LORD on all manner of instruments made of fir wood, even on harps, and on psalteries, and on timbrels, and on cornets, and on cymbals.

And when they came to Nachon's threshingfloor, Uzzah put forth his hand to the ark of God, and took hold of it; for the oxen shook it.

And the anger of the LORD was kindled against Uzzah; and God smote him there for his error; and there he died by the ark of God.

And David was displeased, because the LORD had made a breach upon Uzzah: and he called the name of the place Perezuzzah to this day.


And David was afraid of the LORD that day, and said, How shall the ark of the LORD come to me?

So David would not remove the ark of the LORD unto him into the city of David: but David carried it aside into the house of Obededom the Gittite.

And the ark of the LORD continued in the house of Obededom the Gittite three months: and the LORD blessed Obededom, and all his household.

And it was told king David, saying, The LORD hath blessed the house of Obededom, and all that pertaineth unto him, because of the ark of God. So David went and brought up the ark of God from the house of Obededom into the city of David with gladness.

And it was so, that when they that bare the ark of the LORD had gone six paces, he sacrificed oxen and fatlings.

And David danced before the LORD with all his might; and David was girded with a linen ephod.

So David and all the house of Israel brought up the ark of the LORD with shouting, and with the sound of the trumpet.

And as the ark of the LORD came into the city of David, Michal Saul's daughter looked through a window, and saw king David leaping and dancing before the LORD; and she despised him in her heart.

And they brought in the ark of the LORD, and set it in his place, in the midst of the tabernacle that David had pitched for it: and David offered burnt offerings and peace offerings before the LORD.

And as soon as David had made an end of offering burnt offerings and peace offerings, he blessed the people in the name of the LORD of hosts.

And he dealt among all the people, even among the whole multitude of Israel, as well to the women as men, to every one a cake of bread, and a good piece of flesh, and a flagon of wine. So all the people departed every one to his house.

Then David returned to bless his household. And Michal the daughter of Saul came out to meet David, and said, How glorious was the king of Israel to day, who uncovered himself to day in the eyes of the handmaids of his servants, as one of the vain fellows shamelessly uncovereth himself!

And David said unto Michal, It was before the LORD, which chose me before thy father, and before all his house, to appoint me ruler over the people of the LORD, over Israel: therefore will I play before the LORD.

And I will yet be more vile than thus, and will be base in mine own sight: and of the maidservants which thou hast spoken of, of them shall I be had in honour.

Therefore Michal the daughter of Saul had no child unto the day of her death.

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This passage is a coded, but decipherable, confirmation of the authenticity of David as God's appointed king -- not as blatant, nor as dramatic, a confirmation as Jesus' life, perhaps . . . but still, a recounting (NOT a "story" nor a "fable") containing all necessary elements by which every careful Bible reader, and every sincere person, whether religious, agnostic, atheist, undecided, or just plain Confoozled like Yrs. Trooly, can recognize rightful kingship in the ancient or modern world.

One need not be a biblical literalist, nor certainly even a "believer," to reap benefits from a righteous read.

In 2 Samuel, King David and his buds cruise over to Gibeah to pick up the Ark . . . meaning they were about Seerious Biznuss which, as with the razing of Jericho's walls, is the only proper time any sane person (or sane nation) would mess with power -- particularly power as unpredictable and notoriously cantankerous as the Ark.

Samuel reveals that the Ark had a name, a name identical with that of the "lord of hosts." That's a blues clue. Do boxes or wooden crates typically receive proper names?

So, all those pricey books and globetrotting "experts" presiding pompously over Conferences and Conventions, all those lecturers and radio guests and "preachers" allegedly imparting "inside information" about the "Holy Grail" and the "Sacred Bloodline" and the evil Catholic Church's "Dissing of the Magdalene" -- all those pretending to provide the poopscoop on the "Ark of the Covenant" turn out to know . . . eh, precisely shittim.

Expensive shittim!

:O)

Anyways, it's yore moolah, guys 'n gals . . . waste it on glib charlatans if'n ya wants, but puhleeze . . . spare me, eh? Never has so much been said, at such great profit, by so many greedy fakers about a subject of which they know nah dah.

Yee ikez.

OK -- David and Co. grab the Ark, fitted out with a new trolley, meaning, amongst other thangs, that they respected the Ark, not for its inherent worth, but because God had decided to use it for His purposes. So David and band built a nice new Pink Caddy for the Ark -- rather than just grabbin' and runnin'.

The two sons of the Ark's former, ah, host -- one Ahio and one Uzzah -- piloted the new Caddy.

These would be special people, yes? Not your Average Citizens. Very brave, very sincere, and very godfearing young men. Faithful, trustworthy, and heavily cojon-ed folk. Having resided in the house of their father Abinadab, these two young men and the Ark would already have been on close terms . . . as close as one wants to get, anyway, given the Ark's reputation . . . well-known even in those faraway days.

A-truckin' they went, Ahio before the Ark, Uzzah behind, and David and the other 29, 997 doods accompanying at a no-doubt discrete distance.

It wasn't all just zappin' and wall-smushin' at Jericho, see: the whole party were whoopin' it up, so to speak -- a celebratory procession, not unlike the past forty years of very intense musical and artistic outpouring of heavenly sounds preceding exultantly before the LORD (as "cymbolized" by the cherubim and ark "trio") [uh . . . tree-o?]

Again, the intent was to raise, invigorate, incite, activate, encourage the Ark. Every body needs a friend.

Next thing, the procession hit a "bump in the road." Shittim happens.

Not coincidentally, this "bump" is termed "Nachon's threshing floor."

What's that? Well . . . remember that scene in Mel Gibson's "Passion of the Christ" when the Roman soldiers are brutally whipping Jesus? (Actually, the torture is downplayed and very much abbreviated, given the true cruelty of those times and that empire, and given the squeamishness of modern moviegoers. Gibson should be congratulated for confronting modern people with a small taste of the real consequences of opposing empires and the forces that control them. It ain't pretty, it's not supposed to be, and that was exactly Gibson's point.)

After the happy lackeys flay all the skin off Jesus, Mary and Pilate's wife emerge with white bedsheets and linens to sop up the torture-blood -- not only because it was/is "holy blood," but because such an act typifies the ancient matriarchal fertility-sacrifice that covertly was being re-enacted. Although not shown in the film, in our lovely real world the torture-blood of the "year-king" would have been (and still is!) sprinkled and sown into the fields to ensure necessities such as rainfall and productive crops.

Vintage.

Anybody who thinks we've All Advanced Beyond That, and such things no longer are tolerated by The Authorities, please contact me about Real Estate opportunities in New Orleans. Such a deal I can get you!

As for The Authorities, they don't look the other way: Hell, they run the Show . . . promotions, ticket-selling, radio-station feeds, spin-off productlines. Check with Yoko, she'll get ya front-row in Cirque du Soleil's "Love" extravaganza. Don't mention her real-estate holdings on the Eastern Seaboard, or her extensive collection of pre-Dynastic Egyptian artifacts, though. Mixes business with pleasure. Bad for digestion.

So the Ark passed through such a "threshing floor," where the blood becomes wine and the moans become pine cones. All this understandably caused the Ark some discomfort, and even the "oxen" quailed and stumbled during the agon. In a gesture of support and brave kindness, Uzzah reached out to steady the suffering Ark -- and for his spontaneous love, went immediately to Zapland.

Remember: these were days under the Old Covenant of Mosaic Law, not under the New Dispensation following Jesus. God was younger during David's reign: less flexible, prone to offense, stern as the times, and already -- as described above -- in less-than-cheery mood. Temper temper temper.

Now comes the most crucial section of the incident, the passage most revelatory about authentic kingship, as personified and invested in David.

In intimate proximitiy to perhaps the most powerful and volatile "weapon" ever created -- certainly the most powerful in the ancient world -- David expresses displeasure (!) at the Ark's action, and thus by extension, displeasure with the "transom and arm" of God.

That's like putting your face between the grizzly's jaws and then running down his mama.

Further, and at even greater personal risk, David disses the Ark for the "breach" (unwarranted assault) upon Uzzah. Essentially, he accuses the Ark -- and by extension the LORD --of murder.

Mondo ballsiness!

Further still, David then "plants" the error/breach/offense of the Ark in the land itself, tagging the spot with the deceased's name. Why? So that all people -- and most especially the Ark -- would forever be reminded that power (even the invested power of God) had erred that day, and over-stepped necessity and authority. At immediate mortal risk to himself, David pointed out and memorialized a "divine flaw," if you will, to act as a living burr in the Ark's conscience -- a flaw needing reconciliation, restoration. Heal Thyself, God, said The Man.

That's why the Host was required to bow to Adam: for the like and love of such as David. And that's why Satan failed -- and fails still -- of understanding and pride.

Recall that Uzzah was one of David's special "worthy" thirty-thousand men, and was further special as a "house-host" and current bearer/guide of God's Ark. But most significantly, Uzzah was one of David's subjects. As King, David felt personal and direct responsibility for a person under his royal protection. When that protection failed by breach -- even by breach of the Ark of David's God, David reacted instantaneously and unthinkingly in the correct manner: he got pissed (as pissed, anyway, as it was possible to get under the circumstances.) David then did his best to "rectify" his loyal fallen subject -- and to instruct his people -- by tossing personal safety to the winds and pointing out the Ark's (partially mitigated) screwup. Finally, David memorialized Uzzah on the spot, simultaneously giving the Ark -- and God -- something to think about.

Does this all sound impossibly paradoxical?

Well it is. Welcome to the universe.

Only a true king, one appointed by the true God, would have demonstrated such courage, wisdom, compassion, and supernuminosity under such circumstances.

Even to a dweeb like me, this incident makes clear why God loved (loves) and installed David, and why David is still remembered as the greatest King -- at least, and arguably, until the coming of Jesus Christ who, of course, was one of David's direct descendants. Apple don't fall far from the tree-o!

To deepen and expand the lesson in kingship, 2 Samuel relates that David, in proper wisdom, then refused to bring the Ark home with him -- judging it too dangerous for everyday folk and circumstances. In this decision, he intentionally disempowers himself, puts at risk his kingship, and relinquishes the greatest weapon on Earth -- out of love for, and service to, his people, their nation, and their inheritance.

Not bad, hmm? Sounds like God chose wisely. When's the last time you heard of a modern leader voluntarily giving up power?

Only after the Ark proves continent of temper in Obededom's house does David consider it safe to bring -- with joyous celebration and rockin' tunes -- into his city and amongst his people.

In a touching, beautiful gesture of respect and trust toward the Ark, this great and noble king of God strips himself before his own people, retaining only a small waistcloth for modesty. Then he graciously dances with "all his might" to illustrate to everyone, including to us, his love for the Ark -- something, after all, that's was merely a token, a sort of under-secretary of God.

In her foolish pride and misunderstanding, Saul's daughter Micah upbraids her own king for supposed shamelessness. She goes so far as to despise a man whose sandals she's not fit to clean.

David puts her in her place pronto -- behavior which today, no doubt, would merit a Sexual Harrassment lawsuit, a stomping by other "chivalrous" males, and a mandatory minimum sentence in a cage for offending a female and inflicting upon her lifelong PTSD at such a horrible sight.

How far we have come. Backwards.

David informs Micah that God -- not Micah and her "electorate" -- chose him as king over Inner Israel, and that he isn't even vaguely ashamed at demonstrating his exhilaration and love for God's servant, the Ark . . . indeed, David assures Ms. Empowered Propriety that he fully intends to offend her delicate sensibilities more extensively in future -- and that even her "maidservants" (virgin girls) will approve of, and honor, his behavior and kingship.

Wonder how many years in the cage with Bubba that would get an American man?

As usual, God has the final Word. He backs up his chosen king by striking Micah barren, and thus ending the lineage of a particularly mouthy, ignorant, arrogant woman.

Boy, do we need that God back again. For all our sakes.

And we shall have that God, and that kind of king, back again, the moment we invite them back -- and not a nanosecond before.

If and when we can regain our national manhood and stop grovelling before our collective Micahs -- stop subjugating ourselves before the weakling "men" that rush to serve our matriarchy, men that profit from the legal and cultural terrorization of our sons and fellow men -- we will deserve to have our country back.

Until then, don't expect either God or his chosen king to restore our manhood, or our nation, to US. Our spiritual and meteorological drought is our own doing. The heavens are shut by our own hand -- not by God, and not by "Nature."

Get off your knees from before the goddess. She detests you for it, brothers -- and she'll keep whupping you, and hacking away at masculinity, until you stand up to her. Don't y'all know anything about females?

:O)

So . . . who is our rightful king, anyway?

I dunno, and sure don't wanna. That kind of info gets folks chopped into pieces and turned into puppychow.

But I know this: our king lives amongst us, right this very minute. Whether we accept him or no, he loves us, always has always will, and he awaits our call. Don't expect him to push it, because he won't. We have to want him.

Unless you desire a parched, soul-blasted, barren and slowly dying earth and nation, may I suggest you invite him back?

Until then, stop whining about abandonment, stop expecting rain unmerited, and stop praying for somebody else to carry your cross -- and your manhood -- for you.