Finish It (ft. Kronos Quartet) – Clint Mansell

A beautiful sunrise taking place over the Dead Sea with a person standing by the shore.

King Herod and John the Baptist

John and I have been talking, and we do that from time to time, and mostly in the ether, but we have been talking about how best to progress this story line and we've come upon King Herod.  Herod, as you know, is responsible for John's death in the New Testament as taken from the written text that's found beginning in Mark 6:14, and for those of you wondering, the only edition of the bible that I reference is the King James Version, and for obvious reasons.  True, I know that a lot of you will have your preferences and your debates and, in all likelihood, a very reasonable explanation of why you prefer one edition over the other.  For our purposes, and in my writing, I only reference King James.  Let's see what Mark has to say regarding John's death, and how we've found ourselves at this point in time:

Mark 6:14 - 29 King James Version

14 And king Herod heard of him; (for his name was spread abroad:) and he said, That John the Baptist was risen from the dead, and therefore mighty works do shew forth themselves in him.

15 Others said, That it is Elias.  And others said, That it is a prophet, or as one of the prophets.

16 But when Herod heard thereof, he said, It is John, whom I beheaded: he is risen from the dead.

17 For Herod himself had sent forth and laid hold upon John, and bound him in prison for Herodias' sake, his brother Philip's wife: for he had married her.

18 For John had said unto Herod, It is not lawful for thee to have thy brother's wife.

19 Therefore Herodias had a quarrel against him, and would have killed him; but she could not:

20 For Herod feared John, knowing that he was a just man and an holy, and observed him; and when he heard him, he did many things, and heard him gladly.

21 And when a convenient day was come, that Herod on his birthday made a supper to his lords, high captains, and chief estates of Galilee;

22 And when the daughter of the said Herodias came in, and danced, and pleased Herod and them that sat with him, the king said unto the damsel, Ask of me whatsoever thou wilt, and I will give it thee.

23 And he sware unto her, Whatsoever thou shalt ask of me, I will give it thee, unto the half of my kingdom.

24 And she went forth, and said unto her mother, What shall I ask? And she said, The head of John the Baptist.

25 And she came in straightway with haste unto the king, and asked, saying, I will that thou give me by and by in a charger the head of John the Baptist.

26 And the king was exceeding sorry; yet for his oath's sake, and for their sakes which sat with him, he would not reject her.

27 And immediately the king sent an executioner, and commanded his head to be brought: and he went and beheaded him in the prison,

28 And brought his head in a charger, and gave it to the damsel: and the damsel gave it to her mother.

29 And when his disciples heard of it, they came and took up his corpse, and laid it in a tomb.

In a previous post I began telling you the story of how this happened, how this shamanic death occurred in my life, and why it's important to current world events.  I have eluded to, although not directly declared, who these culprits may be, and why I was born in the place that I was.  To be born to a family brings about a certain set of circumstances, that while are often very karmic in nature, don't always explain the difficulties in our lives, or in the lives of our family members.  My father Richard, for example, was born into the same set of circumstances, and if only to solve a very ancient riddle.  Now that he has passed into Spirit, we have very open channels regarding this information, and why King Herod was born into the place that he was, in the year 1946 AD.

This culprit, and these people, are located in New Albany, Ohio and have spent the last 12 years, or more, defending their position as the antithesis of my efforts.  One person in particular, a previous client of mine, I was warned about first beginning in 2003, then again in John's class in 2006.  John's class, actually, was a smorgasbord of events and messages that led to my eventual spiritual death and financial desecration.  As difficult as it is to imagine, finding the will to move yourself forward, and in any way that you can, is the crux of the story that many readers will find difficult to understand.  I mean, why would anybody do that to themselves?  What other option did they have?


John won't say it, and neither will I, but the person in question is the self-proclaimed reincarnation of King Herod himself.  These aren't just random words that I'm throwing at you, and despite the fact that I haven't seen him since 2006, I tend to express caution regarding the circumstances of our relationship as it currently intersects the previous business partnership in question.  I left a business partnership after receiving a fair warning about this person's true intentions and I left this business partnership with the full knowledge that I would not be returning.  The challenge, with masculine and feminine role playing is the fact that professional relationships should remain just that.  And when one party, politely declines another person's romantic intentions, this message should be taken for what it is – a cordial decline in favor of a successful business and its daily operations.

Looking at the financial crisis of 2007 and 2008, we can see how these events informed my banking decisions, which were with JPMorgan Chase Manhattan at the time, and how President Obama's first election win was so vital in stepping away from George W. Bush's failed foreign policies, and to his response in the rising threat of Islamic extremism.  In fact, I credit my time in the Marine Corps, and specifically the time that I had spent in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, as crucial to my understanding of how to best navigate the underworld that I had not-so-subtly fallen into.  Little did you know that my fall from John's class landed me clearly on the upside of the down, and into the middle of a certain, dark, murkiness that left my brow bruised and battered, yet still felt correct, and vaguely familiar in my life.  It was during this time, after I had left Open Sky – and under the counsel of legal advice – with all of its mired romantic relationships, that I began to experiment with the creation of what would later become my web-based mirrors.  I then spent the better half of the next two years learning how theses mirrors could be used in my own creative and healing process.