Month 7:23, Week 4:1 (Rishon/Pesach), Year:Day 5940:199 AM|
2Exodus 3/40, Yovel - Year 50/50
Gregorian Calendar: Sunday 23 October 2016
My Experience and a Vision
The Genes We Inherit
We are our ancestors, at least in the physical-psychic realm because we have inherited their genes and their racial memories. Our spirits, on the other hand, are utterly unique and unconnected (as far as I am aware) to anyone other than the Creator Himself...unless we choose to detatch and worship self.
Many of you know that I am Anglo-Irish (in the ratio of 3:1) and that my 'Anglo' is a mixture of goodness-knows-what since the English are a hodge-podge of German-Saxon, French, Scandinavian and a sprinkling of Celt, Scot, Welsh, Roman, Jute and what-not. So you might say English genes are 'colourful'.
Whence All the Impulses?
We all of us wrestle with all kinds of 'impulses', 'feelings', 'moods' and 'dispositions' that we find hard to identify with our essential spiritual self. Today I want to talk about the Irish because a couple of days ago Yahweh showed me an interesting vision which will interest both those of you who are Irish and who have Irish genetic connections.
Irish Personality Traits
They say that the main personality traits of the Irish are the 'gift of the gab' (something I definitely got from my half-Irish mother), being musical, having strong convictions (to the point of stubbornness), writing and story-telling, lovely skin and pleasing features, a passion for spuds (potatoes), a poetic nature, loyalty, and (on the negative side, just to mention two) a weakness for alcohol and swearing. Carl Wittke, a popular historian, wrote of the Irish:
English Personality Traits
"The so-called Irish temperament is a mixture of flaming ego, hot temper, stubbornness, great personal charm and warmth, and a wit that shines through adversity. An irrepressible buoyancy, a vivacious spirit, a kindliness and tolerance for the common frailties of man and a feeling that 'it is time enough to bid the devil good morning when you meet him' are character traits which North Americans have associated with their Irish neighbors for more than a century'."
The English temprement is very different in many respects so an Anglo-Irish household is interesting to say the least. One aspect is conservative, the other extroverted. We are (or were - the Millennial generation has almost entirely lost it) a self-disciplined people and understand self-control and patience. Our humour is more word-oriented while the humour of most others, including the Irish, is more action-oriented. Thus an American or continental European would laugh at someone slipping on a banana-skin whereas an Englishman might laught at the retort, 'You silly nana!' We talk quietly, we like formality and elegance (at least in public), and we often give the impression of being cold. This 'coldness' is not, however, a sign of distance but of showing respect. For me, coming to Svandinavia, all the hugging and back-slapping came as quite a shock, and truth-told I felt much more at home with the older Norwegian and Swedish generation with their polite bows and heel-klicking, and my reciprocation was much liked. But I have adapted and become 'huggy' too. We English to think of ourselves as attentive, friendly and with a broad social vision, always ready to advise and help when spoken to with respect and courtesy.
Between English and Irish
I have to confess that I am most commonly known by this stereotype...until I switch into 'Irish mode' and shock both family and friends by bouts of extroversion and jollity. Sometimes I surprise myself by my impishness. But that's what happens when you mix genes...which I am all in favour of, incidentally (I can't rally be in favour of anything else). My children are all Anglo-Irish Scandinavians. And it is a strange thing because your genes do most certainly cause you to be drawn to certain peoples.
The Franco-German Connection
I have always felt a very strong leaning toward Germany but I also have a fascination with the French, peoples very different from one another. Parts of me love the order, discipline and work ethic of the Germans (the British, like the Germans, are good organisers) - I loved my times in the German Rhineland when I was a youth and soaked in the atmosphere with little objection or resistance. I used to talk to an old local farmer near Rheindalen who told me about his experience in the trenches in World War 2. But another part likes the laid-back and leisurely French (they are far better at relaxing than the Germans who prefer the organisation of clubs) - I so much want to reconnect with my ancestral land in Normandy one day and with our ancestral village of Varčnne (now called Bellencombre) where my forefathers owned a castle (sadly now a heap of rubble). So I oscillate between the two natures, and happily so, ending up in that happy Franco-German compromise called Elsaß-Lothringen or Alsace-Lorraine. Most people don't even know that Germany and France were originally a single nation of the Franks (from which we get the name 'France', or 'Frankreich' in German, and Frankfurt).
Londonderry or simply Derry - where my Irish ancestors are from
Scandinavianised with a Far Eastern Flavouring
And as you all know I have lived in Scandinavia now for nearly 30 years, returning to my Norman roots. (Interestingly the Normans settled in Ireland too, and the Vikings before them, so together with the English and the Scots, the Irish themselves are quite a mix). I have happily adopted many Norwegian and Swedish ways. But I also find an irresistanble attraction to Ireland, and particularly to my Ulster roots, being a Derryman through my maternal grandfather. Some relative is supposed to own a castle in the country somewhere but I have never been able to verify that. Being born and raised in the Far East, I have a strong affinitity for the Chinese and Malay people too. So I am, I suppose, 'polyracial'.
Rising Above the Flesh
As Christians we are supposed to rise above all of this fleshiness and embrace all people. I can certainly testify that having Yah'shua (Jesus) in my life has made me fascinated by all kinds of people. The racial prejudices of my upbringing have all gone, long ago. Growing up as I did in the Cold War era, I had huge prejudices against Russians. And they did do some barbarous things at the end of the last war when they were 'Soviets'. But then what race hasn't committed attrocities?
Tristam and Isolde
The Irish and English haven't always been buddies. We have had our Ulster troubles since Irish independence. The British have oppressed the Irish, and the Irish (long ago) used to raid Britain and take slaves back to the Emerald Isle. Then the Vikings, Normans and Scots (the McQuillan and the MacDonald clans) invaded. I love the story of Tristan and Isolde, a tragic tale which might have ended in bliss and joined English and Irish in a special way. There's the romantic Irish part of me talking!
Tristan and Isolde - the great Anglo-Irish romance
Sparking the Irishness
Today I have an immense respect for the Russians. We can no longer look at them through communist eyes. They too were victims of totalitarianism as Germans were. The same is true of black people whose vivaciousness, warmth, sense of rhythm and generosity I find irresistable - they seem to spark my Irishness off. And it is true - when Yah'shua (Jesus) is in your heart, you come to love all people. But I digress (unapologetically) with my Irish 'gift of the gab' and passion for writing.
Vision of Old Ireland
So let me come to what I really wanted to share with you today. This is a message to the Irish people and to all of Irish descent like myself. Two nights ago I had a vision. I was in Ireland, probably in the north, though I can't be certain. I was in a little village somewhere. It must have been a couple of centuries or more ago because not only were the roads not paved but the people were dressed like peasants. Indeed, there were no pavements (sidewalks), the cottages being right up alongside the road.
The Carpet of Black Crabs
It had been raining and the narrow village road was a mush. Along it impoverished and exhausted peasants were walking like prisoners of war without hope or purpose in one long column. It was a pathetic, sad sight. I sensed the desperation and sorrow and my heart went out to them. I then looked down on the ground and got a shock - what I had thought was a muddy slush was, in fact, made up of a carpet of jet-black, shelless crabs scurrying around as far as the eye could see, scarmbling over and under one another several layers deep. They were everywhere, billions of them. The ground was totally colonised and owned by them but the people had no idea they were there.
The Catholic Factor
I knew at once that what I was looking at was a national curse and that the effects or results of that curse were plainly seen in those helpless people dragging themselves along the muddy road. Ireland has been, and remains, a stronghold of paganism and Catholicism, respectively, the latter adopting much of the former when it conquered the island around 400 AD.
The Curse of Alcohol
The crab is an unkosher creature but this 'species' was not only black but had no shell or protection. As I mentioned earlier, one of Ireland's curses is an alcohol problem deriving from a drinking culture. Ireland is top the European Union league in alcohol expenditure per person and this development has been reflected in weekend binge drinking, addicted youngsters, drunk-driving, late-night street violence and overcrowded accident and emergency hospital wards. Many scholars attribute this as a coping mechanism for its staunchly Catholic and Victorian experience. As is true in other countries like Finland and Estonia, rather than people drinking to enjoy themselves, or even for reasons of escapism or addiction, young people in Ireland seem to drink en masse in some sort of new-money fuelled hedonism, or merely search for oblivion. As a result, 15-25% of hospital admissions to accident and emergency units are alcohol-related.
Paganism and Catholicism
However, this is is more of a modern phenomienon and the vision Yahweh showed me was of maybe two or three a few centuries ago. I was being shown the roots of Ireland's problems in general. Even this was after Patrick encountered the druid witches, and the Celts recognised Yahweh’s power as superior. The trouble is, Ireland was not converted to the pure Besorah (Gospel) and we cannot be sure how much of what we read of Patrick's exploits is myth or or how much actually happened. Much of it sounds embellished to me and some may be outright fiction.
An Infestation of the Small
Our answers must be sought in the symbolism of the black, shellless crabs. First of all, whatever they may represent, they are an infestation that is apparently everywhere. Not only that, but crabs are associated with the sea and these were inland. They are sometimes called 'sea spiders'. The colour black speaks for itself. In the very general sense, they obviously represent unclean spirits and tendencies. Crabs can be very aggressive too. Note that the 'problem' was not something 'big' and singular like a dinosaur or a dragon (which St.George had to kill in England), but billions of small critters.
The Causes of the Curse Being Exposed
Crabs are characterised by their ability to hide in the sand and become invisible so what is being represented here is a preponderance of 'small' unclean things like ungodly emotions which people may not much pay attention to or consider important but which nevertheless multiply and accrue. These could be expectations, annoyances, bitternesses - thoughts and feelings of divers sorts which are easy to 'hide' in the 'cracks' of 'rocks' and in the 'sand', where they remain unseen. Crabs are scavengers, feeding off other 'unclean', dead and poisonous things. They represent small sins which which, if not dealt with, just multiply exponentially. Yet there were so many crabs they could not be hidden. Whatever may have been hidden in the past is now plainly visible to all. It reminds me of the huge 'truthing' revolution that is going on in the world for "there is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known" (Luke 12:2, NIV). Perhaps this extends to the curses in the land about which I spoke recently (see Blood Atonement for the Land).
The Red Crabs of Malaysia
The fact that these crabs had no shells is also significant because shells represent protection. Their 'safety' is in numbers. I remember growing up in Malaysia disliking these tiny crabs (which were red, incidentally) more than the other regular shelled crabs because they formed great 'fields' which had to be crossed to get to the sea when the tide was out. I would simply run over them in a state of high tension looking ahead at the sea, knowing I was crushing dozens of them, but never looking down so as not to feel guilty should I accidentally kill any, which I must have done. The seagulls used to swoop down on these and have a feast. They had more of a 'mass consciousness' than an individual one because they would move with one accord and not scatter in different directions, like shoals of fish.
We shall see what this means practically and how it plays out in real life. This is certainly a time for intercessors in Ireland and elsewhere. It's also payback season, which means judgment. May all become clear and the cleansing deliver souls. Your insights would certainly be welcome. The English and Irish have 'made up', I am happy to say, so from this Tristam in Scandinavian exile, I greet my Isolde across the North and Irish Seas.