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Showing posts with label age. Show all posts
Showing posts with label age. Show all posts

Monday, October 24, 2022

Did Methuselah Really Live 969 Years?

If Methuselah lived 969 years, how could that be?

I don't know if they counted years the same as now. Perhaps they used a different calendar. But if people lived as long as indicated, how did they do it?

 In 1939 Dr. Suda Benet found an apparent error in the translation of the Bible. Not about Methuselah, but about anointed oils. Hold on, this applies.


The Bible talks much about applying oils. And how specific individuals were "The anointed ones."


The anointed ones were the aristocracy, the priests, and the whoopie-do people in high places. The commoners were denied their use, forbidden to use them actually. 


#Methuselah must have slipped through, for his claim to fame was simple. He lived for 969 years, then he died. At age 187, he fathered Lamech, Noah's father—well, that's impressive.


So, why did people live so long?


Today I became hooked on a presentation that came under the guise of "Interesting facts, 7 of Histories Strangest Coincidences."

 The coincidence was that 300 years ago, people's age dropped when Symmachus, a pope in Rome, decided to make Roma Christian. He translated the Hebrew Old Testament into Greek. For a clergyman who could read Hebrew and Greek, that was significant. 



The error in translation Dr. Benet found was an error for one ingredient in the anointing oil recipe. It was for--drum roll—can you believe—cannabis. 

I listened to a long, long, long spiel about anointed oils, complete with a pastor's own discovery of the recipe and how his wife had much pain and mobility problems, and he tested his recipes on her.

One day, after taking the anointed oil recipe for some time at a park picnic, a little boy accidentally threw a ball at his wife, and she agilely caught it. His congregation was shocked, for they knew her problems. They wanted to know what had happened to her. Long story short, the entire congregation soon took the Pastor's oils. His recipe took 33 tries, so I don't know if I have the proportions correct, but I'm not charging anything to tell this story, so you can take it as you will.

All the ingredients are anti-inflammatory, so I thought it made sense that it would help ailments. And now that CBD oil is in favor, we're good to go.

The presentation I listened to was about selling a book for $69.00 on how to make the recipe. No ingredients were included. 

Today I bought the raw ingredients, no infused oils, except for CBD oil, aka cannabis. Finally, I found a use for my mortar and pestle for raw ingredients need to be ground. 

Here it is The Lost Recipe of The Gods:

1.     Cannabis Myrrh

2.     Cinnamon

3.     Cassia flower

4.     Olive oil


Many recipes exist with varying ingredients, but I know that when people deviate from the original, many things, including recipes, lose their power. Thus, people lose faith in it, and it dies.

"The formula or recipe for sacred anointing oil is given in Exodus 30:23-25: "Collect choice spices—12½ pounds of pure myrrh, 6¼ pounds of fragrant cinnamon, 6¼ pounds of fragrant calamus, 24 and 12½ pounds of cassia—as measured by the weight of the sanctuary shekel. 

"…The olive oil, used as a base, equaled about a gallon. Blend these ingredients to make a holy anointing oil." 

(One gallon of olive oil weighs 128 ounces or 8 pounds.)

Scholars think the spices were boiled to extract their essences, the fragrant water was added to the oil, and then the mixture was boiled again to evaporate the water.

Well, it looks like I need to boil the raw ingredients. We'll see how that works, and I'm not going to make gallons, so I'm considering a 1-1/2-2-32-8 ratio. I don't know how much cannabis to use since I will use oil.

Here is another recipe if you want to use prepared oils:

24 drops myrrh essential oil

12 drops cinnamon essential oil

12 drops calamus (CBD oil)

24 drops cassia oil

32 drops olive oil

Would that ratio be 2/1/1/2/2.6?

Some have added Frankincense oil to the recipe.

(In Exodus 30:23:33. God tells Moses how to make 4.33 gallons of anointing oil. Maybe some of the oil was for use on the animals. Now many people are not only using the oil on themselves (or orally) but on their pets as well.



....a dad joke from one of my blog readers


Two turtles were walking down two different roads.  They were going their normal turtle speed but approaching an intersection at right angles. Plod, plod, plod.  It just so happened that they both came into the intersection at exactly the same time and ran (that's a stretch for a verb) into each other and both flipped over and were rushed off to a vet in an ambulance.  Inspector squirrel ran out to the scene and noticed there was a snail right at the corner and asked, "Mr. Snail, did you see what happened?  Please describe the scene!"  Mr. Snail said, "Yes I was there, but it happened so fast!"


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Bounce, smell good, write in your notebook, bike while listening to music, and drink your coffee in a barn mug. 

Thanks for the visit.






























Monday, October 10, 2022

Sand, Bat, Bed


From Harold, my tax attorney for over 30 years: Used with his permission.



The Old Broken Bat

It was just an old, broken bat, but it was mine

The team didn’t want it, but for me, it was fine.

Dad got it from the school, the handle covered with tape.

For a preschool boy, it was in good, usable shape.

Throw it over my shoulder, and it would almost touch the ground.

Try to swing it as hard as I could, and it would almost go around.

I could use it, and imaginary baseball I would play.

Sometimes, in life, we get broken and useless, so it seems.

But there is always enough love to restore those dreams.

In god’s hands you are not ready to be thrown away

He has a purpose for you, as in His love you stay.

Reach out to those who are worn and broken,

And see that kind words of love are spoken.

Sometimes you feel like that “Old Broken bat,” thrown away.

But remember, you still have great value, in your unique way.

Take the old broken bat in your life and swing it proudly,

Let it speak for you, often and loudly.

“I’m here, and I’m useful and not beyond repair.”

Put on that smile and wear it everywhere!

Harold 09/19/14


Walking on Sand

Two old codgers walking on the sand.

Shuffling along, hand in hand.

The song of the gull, the roar of the surf, music to their ears,

Sounds that are still the same after all those years.

Stop and reach down for a stone, a shell or a piece of wood,

“The wind’s getting chilly, dear, better pull up your hood.”

A glance, a smile, a twinkle in the eye.

Silently remembering happy days gone by.

“Getting a little tired? Time to go back to the car?”

Turning around, “Oh my, have we come that far?”

What’s this? Amazing how young they feel.

Start back to the car, a new spring in their heel.

Two old codgers walking on the sand.

No more shuffling, but stepping out, hand in hand.




The Bed

She was moved from the hospital to rehab and assigned a bed.

Her mind was fogged with drugs, and every event was faced with dread.

The pain was apparent with every word she spoke that day.

She begged her husband not to go home but to stay.

“I’ll move over, you can share my bed tonight.”

But he had to go and leave that heartbreaking sight.

He returned the next day to spend as much time as was needed.

Remembering the night before, how for him to stay, she pleaded.

Here is the story of an event during the previous night.

How a frightened, lonely lady handled her plight.

She was found on the floor beside that bed.

Blankets pulled around her, pillow under her head.

What are you doing?” Was the question she heard while uncomfortable and cold.

“I’m going to sleep here, so my husband can have the bed!” they were told.

“He’s coming back and needs a place to sleep,” is what she said.

For the sake of her love, she was willing to give up the bed.

The drugs wore off and the pain left over time.

But I’ll never forget the love of that wonderful wife of mine!