THE EASTERN STAR

 

This month of September for me has been so far a beautiful month in the sense

of it's revelations,first I will inform you of the passing of my mother: and I wish not for your sympathy ,don't want to hear any"sorry for your lost" at the same time of the landing of Hurricane Irma I was burying my beloved Mother in the perfect understanding and according to the Gods plan.she celebrated her birth date August 3rd and died September 3rd a month later.@ age 81. as hurricane Irma enters the peninsula 9-9-2017=19 (Holy Quran Mary)  we are burying our mother according to the will and direction of the divine. many of you are aware of my relationship with the spirit of Numerology, but here will reveal it's origin. I gave my mother her eulogy, after I finished I  heard her pastor bring out the fact of the number 33,her being born August 3rd celebrating on August 3rd and passing September 3rd,this kind of talk is not normal among African American baptist preachers located in the south small towns,not even among city ministers,down at the burial grounds my baby sister brought out the fact that the moment we were placing my mother in the ground beside her second husband,she reminded us that this was the day of the 39th year anniversary of their marriage, imagine that she was buried beside him on that date,the same month he also died,being the same month my father also died,

 

my Beloved Father:Mathis Jones Sr.Born 5-13-1926

this was all a sign of the times,this is why I chose The title and commentary "the eastern star" because this star the wise men followed to the birth of Jesus still lead  us today,my mother was also an "eastern star"my point was to show that her passing was in harmony with what the gods are revealing to us through the natural disasters. note the 33 the two threes revealed in my mothers death is symbol of the 33 days after the solar eclipse august 21 2017  which  points to 9-23-2017. note that her passing is the code 13,revealing the destiny of America and The Power of hers sons wisdom: 9-3-2017=13

I could not allow her to be put to rest without my voice(The voice of Rastafari)

see the Holy Book Of Wonder

                                     

Transcript of the eulogy for my mother from my perspective not
the baptist preachers... A memorial (one lives in hopes of becoming a memory)

Luke 21:25King James Version (KJV)

25

And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of

nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring;






The Three Wise Men

After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came

to Jerusalem and asked, 'Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star in the

east and have come to worship him.'

When King Herod heard this he was disturbed, and all Jerusalem with him. When he had called

together all the people's chief priests and teachers of the law, he asked them where the Christ was to be

born. 'In Bethlehem in Judea,' they replied, 'for this is what the prophet has written: "'But you,

Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, are by no means least among the rulers of Judah; for out of you will

come a ruler who will be the shepherd of my people Israel.'" Then Herod called the Magi secretly and

found out from them the exact time the star had appeared. He sent them to Bethlehem and said, 'Go and

make a careful search for the child. As soon as you find him, report to me, so that I too may go and

worship him.'

After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen in the east went ahead

of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were

overjoyed.

On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and

worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense

and of myrrh. And having been warned in a dream not to go back to Herod, they returned to their

country by another route.

Matthew 2:1-12

They were definitely men of learning. They were certainly men of great learning. The word Magi

comes from the Greek word 'magos' (where the English word 'magic' comes from). Magos itself comes

from the old Persian word 'Magupati'. This was the title given to priests in a sect of the ancient Persian

religions such as Zoroastrianism. Today we'd called them astrologers. Back then astronomy and

astrology were part of the same overall studies (and 'science') and went hand in hand with each other.

The magi would have followed the patterns of the stars religiously. esteem in their own society and by

people who weren't from their country or religion.

•

The Three Kings

By    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Three Kings came riding from far away,

Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;

Three Wise Men out of the East were they,

And they travelled by night and they slept by day,

For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.

The star was so beautiful, large and clear,

That all the other stars of the sky

Became a white mist in the atmosphere,

And by this they knew that the coming was near

Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy.

Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows,

Three caskets of gold with golden keys;

Their robes were of crimson silk with rows

Of bells and pomegranates and furbelows,

Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees.

And so the Three Kings rode into the West,

Through the dusk of the night, over hill and dell,

And sometimes they nodded with beard on breast,

And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest,

With the people they met at some wayside well.

“Of the child that is born,” said Baltasar,

“Good people, I pray you, tell us the news;

For we in the East have seen his star,

And have ridden fast, and have ridden far,

To find and worship the King of the Jews.”

And the people answered, “You ask in vain;

We know of no King but Herod the Great!”

They thought the Wise Men were men insane,

As they spurred their horses across the plain,

Like riders in haste, who cannot wait.

And when they came to Jerusalem,

Herod the Great, who had heard this thing,

Sent for the Wise Men and questioned them;

And said, “Go down unto Bethlehem,

And bring me tidings of this new king.”

So they rode away; and the star stood still,

The only one in the grey of morn;

Yes, it stopped—it stood still of its own free will,

Right over Bethlehem on the hill,

The city of David, where Christ was born.

And the Three Kings rode through the gate and the guard,

Through the silent street, till their horses turned

And neighed as they entered the great inn-yard;

But the windows were closed, and the doors were barred,

And only a light in the stable burned.

And cradled there in the scented hay,

In the air made sweet by the breath of kine,

The little child in the manger lay,

The child, that would be king one day

Of a kingdom not human, but divine.

His mother Mary of Nazareth

Sat watching beside his place of rest,

Watching the even flow of his breath,

For the joy of life and the terror of death

Were mingled together in her breast.

They laid their offerings at his feet:

The gold was their tribute to a King,

The frankincense, with its odor sweet,

Was for the Priest, the Paraclete,

The myrrh for the body’s burying.

And the mother wondered and bowed her head,

And sat as still as a statue of stone,

Her heart was troubled yet comforted,

Remembering what the Angel had said

Of an endless reign and of David’s throne.

Then the Kings rode out of the city gate,

With a clatter of hoofs in proud array;

But they went not back to Herod the Great,

For they knew his malice and feared his hate,

And returned to their homes by another way.

                                      The matron voice

It's becoming late in the evening

sun is going down

as if it was yesterday still I can hear my mother say

children! Children! Come in from play

while the neighborhood youth in their folly would stay out late into the night.

Some would fuss some would cuss and fight...

I grew up to realize her wisdom to be a recognition test,The Matron like her she wanted us

to be better than the rest.

Over the years and searching careers I came to harmonize with that still small voice in my head

if not heeded like others I knew life would be fatal,but no not me for I had pasted the Recognition test.

Seasons came and they went,still resounding that ancient voice in my head,she had us say our prayers

before bed.

Proudly I would boast traveling through my adventures to ones I would meet,I'm 49 I'm 50 etc and

I've

never been to jail,I don't have a record,and deep in the dog fennel's of my mind reminding me like

blowing sultry summers night breeze I knew it was because my mother raised me well. Of my mothers

sons we were three,growing up reaching manhood wise we came to be,

and when my sons would wander astray to them I would say:I did not become this age carrying myself

that way.

Which was my mothers motto : train a child while he is young and from that wisdom he will not stray.

And how do I remember her some may wonder and I say to you I remember her by these six words

symbolic of the number of her remaining children: she was Lovely, fairest among thousands,altogether

lovely.

Now before us robed in light separated by that long night

she has truly become Grand worthy Matron, as she will be remembered-

pure lyric has she become in rays of sun-all the flowers know it and they are laughing

-Ital Iman I