Do you live with the sense that you have been here before? Have you ever wondered if reincarnation was something like an event, that actually does occur through out the whole human race? Does your religion discourage you from believing in reincarnation? Christian Bible Study Many New Age Christians, seem to have a better sense to keeping their minds free and open to new found knowledge and ideas. Though truth of reincarnation is no stranger to us, and is often found right under our Christian noses, they are without a doubt more apt to learn. Christians, I feel are rather lazy about their practice and often rely solely on a preacher or priest to tell them what to do, what to believe, and what it all means. However, I see a great hope in the Christian faith yet. With that said, it is not to far of a reach for this new generation of believers, to drudge off some of the old tradition nonsense and discourse. Traditional nonsense and discourse, found off past clergymen fear and personal conquest. In the hopes of further study, I ask everyone to turn to their Bibles for sources addressing reincarnation. For a New Testament scripture on reincarnation, I suggest reading John 3:4-8. I’m a Fideist. I believe Jesus Christ to be the son of God (Aravat according to Enoch). I believe that many different religions make up the true religion of God. I use many resources from different world religions to study. I look for similarities, contradictions, and writing structure to determine what is the word of God and what is not. Though my own personal belief system background was formed by Catholics, Methodists and Baptist- I use different types of religions to be my sole guiding force. Lately I’ve been reading the Gnostic Gospels. With a particular interest in the Gospel of Philip and The Sophia of Jesus Christ. I have been seeking out comparative statements from these gospels, and finding comparative verses in other religious text. Since I think reincarnation is a possibility, I started searching for known religious verses to prove that it does exist and has occurred in some human beings. For today’s entry I would like to show you 3 compelling scriptures from the Gospel of Philip, thought to have been written somewhere around 385 A. D. But was found to have been before it’s Greek translation in 435 A. D. It was found to have existed long before either of those dates, because it was found among the other scriptures known as the Dead Sea Scrolls. Here are some of those verses found in the Gospel of Philip: (The Gospel of Philip is a narrative of Jesus Christ and what he said to some of his disciples when they asked questions about the existence of God and how Jesus came to be. The Gospel of Philip addresses many issues such as Jesus’ relationship with Mary Magdalena, who & what Truth is, who the Father is, faith, and spiritual well-being.)

“For the good are not wholly good nor the wicked wholly wicked, nor is life merely life, nor death merely death; each will return to its primal source.”

There are many points and variables to this verse when broken down. Take the lines “nor is life merely life, nor death merely death;”: Here the author is clearly stating that there is more to just living and dying. Isn’t it being rather naive of us to assume that a soul either goes to heaven or hell? That is where I think the lines: “For the good are not wholly good nor the wicked wholly wicked,” comes into play. Life is confusing at best. We all know this! So why is it then that we expect to get it all perfectly right in one lifetime? It is impossible to become fully righteous in one lifetime alone. Maybe the persons who are able to defy all odds get to go to heaven automatically. And maybe those persons who are truly, truly wicked and never asked for forgiveness are sent to hell in a hand basket. But what of the rest of us who don’t fully deserve to go to heaven, nor hell but rather need a second or third chance? Why isn’t that possible? Why do we even pretend to know what God does and what he doesn’t? Isn’t it his discretion to determine if reincarnation is a viable aspect of life? Are you God? Then there is the final line; “each will return to its primal source.” Let me guess; are we all going to guess where that was or maybe is? Isn’t that being arrogant on our behalf? Again it begs for the question, are we then God? For anyone to claim the knowledge of such would either have to be Jesus, God or reincarnated.

“He who is no longer “of the world” cannot be delayed on the grounds that “he was once in the world”. Delayed for what, for where? The meaning of this verse would have you confused, but reread it. Then reread it again. “He who is no longer “of the world” cannot be delayed on the grounds that “he was once in the world”. Sounds like a second chance to me.

I also feel that this upcoming verse lends itself as more proof that reincarnation does occur.

“If a man or woman regains his or her former self, there’ll be an end to death.”

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The Birth Place of Fears

Do you wonder where your innermost fear comes from? Do you ever wonder why you fear something? I do…. Part I: Introduction I have believed in reincarnation since childhood. Sometimes, I have unexplainable dreams and faint feelings of deja-vu, which intrigue my daily meandering. I have even had panic attacks that cripple me with fear. Which only make the belief that I am reincarnated that much real. Yet, I still have not been able to tap into that psyche. Therefore, there is no way of really knowing for sure. Still though, what I do know for sure is that I have unexplainable fears and phobias, that increasingly grow with time. I have learned over my lifetime, through my personal experiences that reincarnation embodies a purposeful spiritual meaning, for the host body involved. Even though I was born into a family were premonitions, are common as sliced bread. I have never had a logical explanation as to why I have certain, extraordinary fears. I believe that certain people were born with old souls. Which only helps confirm my belief in reincarnation. The clues of these experiences, are given to us by some strange physical traits and acute senses. I have an old high school friend named Traci. For as long as I can remember, Traci has had very dry wrinkled hands. In fact, her skin has look like skin of a much older person. Like an elderly man’s hands look, after years of hard work. When she was ten, Traci’s hands looked wrinkled, tired and wither like that old a sixty year old man. However, Traci’s skin has not been the only clue to her past lives. Traci’s own childhood was even marked by adult conversation and sickness. Ever conscious of her weight, religious propinquity, and life injunctions, Traci has always appeared to be much older than what her age told. Though I have no physical traits like Traci, my acute senses tell me otherwise. The life I live now, is a life of tests and testaments. I firmly believe that this life, was meant to be a life, completely framed around certain challenges that beckoning me at every corner. Though, I have never question my life’s purpose, there are those nagging acute senses, which have puzzled me all my life. I am the type of person who likes to question things, in order to put them into perspective. Traci, being meek and mild has only left her more naive, with each new life she leads. I believe that on some subconscious level, Traci prefers to remain naive. I on the other hand am the polar opposite of that. I need answers, whatever means possible. Some of these questions are complicated, whearas some of my questions are really quite simple. For instance; How can a person determine how many life times they have had? Can you come back as the opposite sex in one life to the next. Like I feel Traci might have? Are some animal species reincarnated humans? Can animals be reincarnated into different animals? Do we go from one lifetime right into the next reincarnated lifetime? If not, what is the average waiting period between lifetimes? Even though I have come in contact with several reincarnated people, during my lifetime, no one seems to know the answers to my concerns. I think there is a lot to discover when confronted with by an old soul. I feel that people who have experienced two or more lives, are potential “key masters.” With their help and guidance, there might a potential possibility that they could be influential, in unlocking our own past lives. I don’t think all human beings are reincarnated. In researching this subject matter, I found that Google has over 4.9 million sites, dedicated to reincarnation. For the first ten pages I found web sites focusing on religious connections and self help guidelines. Well folks, this blog is neither of those. Foremost, I do not believe that reincarnation is strictly saved for certain religious zealots. Nor, do I believe, just because somebody is seeking the truth about their past, that that past realm is naturally unlocked for you. However, sharing our experiences with another reincarnated soul, might help us sort out our own findings. But for knowing what is real or not, only you can tell. Therefore, I advise you to save your hard earn money, and not waste your time on palm readers and psychics. Part II: My Fears and Strange Phobias. I have had the same incredible fear, since I was a very young child. The fear of sharks. Not all sharks, rather, Great White sharks. I found the most interesting web site; http://www.unusualphobias.com/sharks.html. The web site is dedicated to the different fears established by certain animals and creatures. The shark html will take you to a conversation between some individuals about their own personal fears. The original poster in the thread like me, has an incredible fear of sharks, for unknown reasons. She talks about how a National Geographic picture of a shark will make her leap over a desk, in order to get away from the picture. My fear is very similar to hers. The older I get, the worse it gets. It is like I am peaking into a window, for a past experience. However, I have had no horrific personal experiences to date, which would be the cause of my fear. My fear for Great White sharks, has also begun to spread into other avenues. For example- when I was a child I love the ocean. I was fortunate to be raise in North and South Carolina for a time. My father was a Marine, and we lived real close to several beaches. However, the first time I noticed the fear was when I was about 10 years old. My grandparents had sent me to Florida to visit some relatives for my cousin Bill’s birthday. As I we were flying into Miami’s international airport, I was looking outside the airplane window to the swampy ground below. Nevertheless, before airplane landed, the landscape below us changed several times. Until eventually, we were flying over the vast Atlantic ocean. I remember a feeling of doom overcoming me, and I thought for sure, we were going to crash and die in shark infested waters. I could understand it if it was not my first time flying in an airplane. By the time I was ten, I was a season veteran at flying, and therefore there was way I could use that to rationalize my fear. When we finally landed, I was clearly shook up. I also remember telling my Aunt Martha about the incident, however she probably blew it off because of my age. I am sure that I would have done the same. Nevertheless, deep down inside me I knew there was much more to it, than just being ten years of age. Thereby, I logged it into my personal memory file. Still to this day, I can clearly recall the thought of sharks tearing and biting into our flesh, and shivering in my seat. As I carried on with my life, I thought that I could put an end to my fears, by studying sharks. I began to watch the occasional National Geographical television show, which would feature episodes on sharks, but, when it came to the Great White- forget it. When I was in my late twenties, right after the birth of my son Zachary, I began to notice a more vivid pattern of dreams. These vivid dreams could be brought on during times of stress. Everytime I had the same dream that dream involved sharks. It was usually a dream in which I was attacked by a Great White. The images in my dream involved me being in the water, and the shark coming at me from underneath. I could see that I either treading water or floating on the surface of the ocean, however, in my effort I am conscientious that sharks nearby in the water. In these dreams, the color of the water also played an important role. When someone thinks of the ocean, they often reference the water being a bluish color. However, in my dreams the water is a mossy, green color. Hidden by the cover of night, out of nowhere the shark would appear. The sher panic and terror, would eventually wake me up. However, there are those few times that I did not wake up in time. Only to discover later that had pee’d bed out of fear. Over time, I have acquired a long mental diary of events and occurrences, from when the fear first struck me. As stated earlier in this piece, my fear of sharks has grown over time. To the point that I totally afraid of the ocean. I do not like to stand on warm beaches, and you can forget about me sticking my feet in the water. I am also very scared to fly over the ocean, and if my flight requires me to do so, I am usually heavily medicated. How or why this fear has manifested itself, has become unanswerable question. Therefore, for what ever reason, my life has been plagued by the same reoccurring dream. Which has been the main driving force, to find the cause behind my personal anomaly. In pursuit of answers, I again decided to embrace this fear. I have taken several trips across the ocean, in hopes of pinpointing a connection. I have been on cruise ships, and have even chartered a deep sea vessel and a speed boat to take me out on the ocean. When I have planned those kind of adventures, nothing usually happens. Nothing major has struck a cord during any of these experiences. However, there have been some few and far between minimalistic coincidences. For instance, while being on my first cruise, my husband and I bought tickets to ride around in the “Yellow Bird” party boat, harbored in the Grand Bahama Island. As soon as I saw the boat, I began fearing for my life. As everyone was dancing, singing and drinking rum- I was clutch to the side rail in feared for my life. The crew of the Yellow Bird, took us to a private island so we all could have fun, and do some snorkeling. However, by that time I was so gripped in fear I stood oceanside for three long hours. I simply wanted nothing to do with snorkeling, or going on a tubing adventure out into the ocean. My legs and feet were actually numb, from standing in one position too long. It was a frightful experience. Needless to say, the next year we took a family trip to San Diego. I didn’t have one bit of trouble on that trip. Even though we had chartered a boat to take us whale watching, after spending time playing on a beach, somewhere off Newport Beach, California. Could it be that I am affected more by the body of water I am dealing with verses the next. I do believe that that is a very real possibility. On my second cruise, we were sailing in the Gulf of Mexico. I had no real troubles there either, even though I wanted nothing to do with the ship’s swimming pool. It was a salt water pool, and when you looked straight at it, it appeared to be like any other ordinary pool. On our first day at sea, I took the liberty to freely dive into the pool. When I was coming up for air, I could taste the salt water. It made me panic. It did not take long for me to quickly hop out of the pool, never to step back in. Now imagine this if you will; I’m on a cruise liner in the gulf of Mexico, and for some reason I’m terrorized by the ship’s swimming pool. Which incidentally is filled with CLEAR, salt water and concrete barriers. Go figure. Another moment that struck me odd is when my best friend, Tisha Hibdon and I went to the V. P. Fair in St. Louis, MO. At the time, there was a gambling boat called the Admiral, seating along side the shore where Mississippi and Missouri rivers collide. When we went to the lower decks to gamble, I could not control some of my own actions. For some odd reason, I was actively trying to lean left or right against the ship’s haul. Tisha got the biggest kick out of this; because I was the only one who felt it necessary to lean sideways, as if the ship was waked by high seas. Everyone else could stand straight, but, not I. Wherever I was I needed to hold onto the boat’s steel walls. Needless to say, I did not stay on the lower levels for long. Later that year, I took a tour of a U.S. Naval Gunmen ship. During the tour, I felt as if I had been in one of these types of boats before. I had an unexplainable familiarity about the ship. Why though? I had never been on that type of ship before, not that I know of anyways. I have never served in our glorious arm forces either. Why then, would I have that familiar feeling? So familiar was it, it made me feel like I had been a sailor once before. The feeling stuck with me. In 2004 my second husband, Charles Knippel II died by his own hand. For the first three and a half years after his death, my nightmares became more family ordinated, centered around paranoia and severe anxiety. Still there would be the occasional shark nightmare, but never like before. At one point, I thought maybe that I had mastered my fear and drove it off forever. After five years of being somewhat free from the shark dream, I really thought I was cured from it. However, it stuck its ugly head out again. This time it happened during Shark Week. Shark week is hosted by the popular cable network television show, Animal Planet. My son Zachary is wild about the show. Since I had had no troubles lately with sharks, I decided to watch one show with him. That night my nightmare came to me in full force. This time it was different. This time I could not wake up at any cost. It is at the moment in my dream, when I sense the shark around me, or when I can see the shark coming towards me that I have been able to wake myself up. Though, not this time. This time, the Great White actually appear and nudged me first while I was treading water, in my dream. It happened when I actually began floating down into the water itself, in order to take a look to see what I could possibly see. Only this time, I saw the Great White and his teeth bearing down on me. His mouth opened and closed mouth right in front of me, and my first initial instinct was to punch him in it’s dark black cold eye. That is how close he was in my dream. He literally was right in my face. My left hand was on the tip of his nose. I knew that the force of my punch would be slowed by the water. Although, I knew the commotion between the shark and I, would actually aid in my escape some. Still, in my dream I knew that the water was too dense, to punch through it, but I still had to try. The dream ended at that point. There have been times that I’ve laid in bed, closed my eyes and forced myself to think about sharks just to get it over with. Like I somehow have control over it. I force myself to imagine my placement in my dream and then I force myself to imagine a Great White shark gobbling me up. It has worked well. Though my fear of the ocean is vastly greater than it ever has been before. Today, I can’t imagine myself living close to the ocean. I can’t imagine a trip to the ocean to see it, play in it or to view upon it from a long distance. Flying over the ocean is not even an option for me to consider anymore. But, I was willing to deal with that just as long as I had conquered my nightmare. Well it appears that I haven’t. About two months HBO was showing the original JAWS movie. 1975 PosterI had never seen it. I had always been too scared before. But I figured since I was now 38, living nowhere close to any large bodies of salt water, and I knew I could use my pre-nightmare routine- I’d be safe. For the most part I was right… In the movie JAWS- there is a scene where the sheriff and scientist go to a remote area on the water by boat. They are going there to explore an unexplained boat wreck of a neighbor. When the scientist jumps in to take a closer view underwater, he finds a large shark tooth leaning against the side shield of the submerged vessel. It is at that very moment where I become acutely afraid. It’s not because of the background music, or the dead man’s head that appears. It is because of the water. I recognize the color. I’ve experienced something unthinkable there. Right there in that very same salty, colored water. Enjoy these videos below. Here’s a Little Trivia for You! Have You Heard About the Worst Naval Disaster in United States History At 12:14 a.m. on July 30, 1945, the USS Indianapolis was torpedoed by a Japanese submarine in the Philippine Sea and sank in 12 minutes. Of 1,196 men on board, approximately 300 went down with the ship. The remainder, about 900 men, were left floating in shark-infested waters with no lifeboats and most with no food or water. The ship was never missed, and by the time the survivors were spotted by accident four days later only 316 men were still alive. Clues To My Past Life My Gathered Clues Thus Far 1. I’m afraid of the ocean. 2. The waters were a dark, muddy, bluish-green. 3. I was below deck. 4. I was treading water somewhere in a vast ocean or sea. 5. I had an overwhelming feeling, that I was not alone in the water. 6. I had been on a merchant marine vessel or large warship, somehow before my time. 7. The sea water had a very distinctive taste and smell. Part II. The Awakening Well I had it happen to me again. .. So I’m watching the history channel’s documentary about “Predator X”. A giantic prehistoric creature that was recently found somewhere near the Arctic. The skull of the predator was excavated in mid-2008 in Svalbard, by a Norwegian team lead by Dr. Jorn Hurum. The History Channel’s television program featured several scientists collaborating together, in order to figure out the “what-have- yous” of this gigantic thing that they found. Apparently Predator X lived here on earth, several million years ago. The beginning of the program was all about the discovery. Where they found it, and, Who the scientist were and all that jazz. Well as the program speeds further along, the story line starts getting better because the scientist start piecing the creature together. The more they pieced together, the more they showed other animal references as to size. They also started to show us, through computer animation, what the creature possibility looked like. It’s all speculative of course, but still I thought they were doing a fine job of depicting a realistic beast. Moreover, once they pieced Predator X together, they showed us viewers a best case scenario depicting the creatures habitat, food chain, and how if moved and function. It is pretty amazing what they can do with computer animation these days. Furthermore, as soon as they start showing the creatures food chain and motion capabilities, that’s when “it” all started. “It”… The producers of a show often rev things up right before a commercial. That way viewers won’t be tempted to change the channel during commercial break. So, right before they switch to commercial, pretty soon out of nowhere this ferrous, scary looking dinosaur takes off from the ocean floor and shoots straight up towards another big creature coasting around at the top of the surface. It looked just like what a shark attack looks like. This big creature, with its mouth slightly open, starts racing like a bullet towards its next meal. Just like that it happen to me again. My heart started racing and I was gripped by fear. Now mind you I’m laying in my comfy, cozy bed, right smack dab in the middle of Missouri. So it’s not like I might sitting in my beach house, looking out the window and watching the waves crashing on the shore. No. It’s unexplainable to me. Because somehow, all of a sudden I’m gripped by fear over this part of the show on the History channel. It is getting to the point that I can’t watch a televison program anymore about ocean creatures. That’s how stunned I was. That’s how scared I was. It was sheer, gut wrenching panic- I tell ya. It was awful. It’s like I knew I had been in that same exact position, as the dinosaur who was about to be gobbled up, was now in. And in that moment of fear, I was like- Oh God, not again. I was petrified. All I could see in my mind was those cold, dark black hollow eyes of my shark piercing right through me. I had turn the program off. I had to leave the comfort of my bedroom and go off to raid the refrigerator. I’m an emotional eater, and that’s just how I handle things that are out of my control. And this was totally out of comfort zones. I just know it with all my heart, that I’ve been in a situation like that, somewhere, somehow before. But it hasn’t been in this lifetime. I’m beginning to wonder if there is someway to channel this energy. To find out from where it comes from. The things I feel can’t be make believe. It is too real for make believe. If it was all make believe then why does a certain smell set me off? Like for instance today I let my cat Winston out for a bit. Well we have a big mole problem in our backyard and he loves killing and eating the moles located back there. Today was no different than any other day in the fact that he caught and ate another mole. Big deal, right? Right. However, when he ran into my lap after he got back home; I could distinctly smell the blood. It was a smell, that reminded me of what my own smells like. I don’t know how I would know that. I had a severe head injury as a young child, but I don’t know. There is a difference between blood, and the blood of a ravage animal. The smells are completely different. I don’t know how to describe it. But I somehow know this. Somehow I know that they’re times when blood smells differently. This was one of those times. I wonder if there is a way, for a person like myself, to channel this energy in order to find out where it comes from. There are times that I think that these feelings I share, are a compiled up mixture of my childhood accidents that have somehow folded together to create this overwhelming, sensational deja’vu. It could very well be this possibility. For several years now, that has been my answer to myself. But the older I get, the stronger the memories become and the feelings are growing more intensely with much more vibrato. It is almost as if I’m coming to a stage that where in my past life or lives, something terrible has happen. I don’t know really. But this I do know; a couple of days last week I got the ere cold chills for no reason. Happen to me twice on two different days, at about the same time of day. I told my husband that someone had just walked over my grave. Then the second day, I said to him after I got the chills again, that I definitely felt someone standing over me. But you know, its like I said before- I wish there was someway I could channel this energy and follow it back for whence it came.

Biblical Reference

Genesis, Chapter 4 tells us a great deal about Enoch. In Chapter 4 you will also learn that Adam and Eve’s third child, Seth had a son.   Seth and his sister wife named their son Enosh.   Many confuse the two, and often think they are one in the same. I think the confusion stems from Genesis Chapter 5, verse 21 which abruptly changes the readers attention to Cain’s son.  If you aren’t that familiar with the Holy text, Chapter 5, verse 1-20 the bible tells us all about Seth, Enosh and their descendants. Verse 21 rapidly changes the focus from Seth and Enosh to Enoch, son of Cain.  In Genesis Chapter 5, verses 25-28 readers are also informed that Enoch was also the Great, Great-Grandfather of Noah.  As in the biblical figure Noah, who built an ark.  Moreover,  it is my belief that Cain’s son (not Seth’s son Enosh) was who ascended into heaven, at the ripe age of 365 never to return.

Genesis 5:24 “Then Enoch walked with God, and he was no longer here, for God took him.”

The Book of Enoch purportedly records Enoch’s vision of the cosmos. The author describes Sheol(Hell) as divided into four sections.   One section of hell is where the faithful saints Isaac, Abraham,  Moses, blissfully awaited Judgment Day.   Another section of Hell, was separated for the moderately good, who awaited their reward.  The third section, is where the wicked are punished and await their Judgment at the resurrection of Christ, and the last where the wicked who don’t even warrant resurrection are tormented.   It is said in the Christian bible, that upon Christ’s resurrection, he went into hell.  They bible clearly states that he went there to “cleansed waiting sinners and resurrect God’s faithful to heaven.”  Which would then put Enoch’s time-line, in perfect harmony with the resurrection story.  In the book of Enoch, it tells us how Enoch was approach by two angels in the night, with the orders to take him to Heaven. Enoch is given a truly, unique opportunity, to see the realms of Paradise for himself. He was instructed to report what he saw, and commit it into the memories of his children, in order that the eye-witnessed accounts be not forgotten.   Hence, the oral translation handed down, a lifetime of many different generations. I find the Book of Enoch to be an influential body of text to use for research, religious studies, and knowledge of the unknown. What I find even more amazing is the Tibetan Book of the Dead, which speaks of levels in heaven and heavenly realms of heaven and how once getting there,  a soul is then sent back to earth- resembles Enoch accountants.  It is also a known fact, that the two beliefs never cross territorial lines, until after the birth of Christ.  The Tibetan book was written sometime around the eighth century ad.  I further believe that the Book of Enoch, was not made public until the Dead Sea Scrolls were found in 1947 and 1956.  If you want to truly understand the voice of God and heaven, I highly suggest you take the time to read this REMARKABLE account of Enoch’s journey to heaven.

A Gnostic Reference of Enoch

In the holy text known as the Gnostic Gospels, Enoch is also mentioned in the Gospel of Melchizedek.   It is written in this holy gospel, that Melchizedek was a direct descendant of Adam, Abel, Enoch, and Noah.  The Gnostic Gospel clearly says Abel was the father of Enoch, not Cain or  Seth.   It is a known fact, that the Book of Melchizedek is a sacred text, however,  not a recognizable text of the Torah or the Holy Bible.  Nevertheless, it is a part of the Book of Mormon.  Rather, its beliefs and teachings are. I have started to question the Holy biblical belief that Cain is the biological father of Enoch.   After my own investigation, it my belief that Enoch was the only child of Abel.   It is my further belief that Cain, filled with remorse for killing Abel,  took Abel’s only son to raise as his own.   I also believe, that by naming a city after his slain brother’s, infant son- a peace offering was made before God.  In the holy biblical text, no where in Genesis, does it list the descendants of Abel. Which I have always seen to be a peculiar oddity.  However, in the Book of Melchizedek, Melchizedek clearly states that Enoch was from the seed of Abel.  I feel that through hundreds of years of oral translation, the two stories somehow got crossed, and parts of the story were forgotten or left out.

The Facts Surrounding the Book of Enoch

The Book of Enoch is a sacred text, found amongst the Dead Sea Scrolls.  Upon the discovery of the Dead Sea Scrolls, a much better and far earlier account was found to have existed.  The date has yet to be determined, because the papyrus paper it was written on, is severely deteriorated.  Moreover though, is that people do not value this book as much as the Book of Deuteronomy, that too, is badly deteriorated.  Therefore, the restoration of the Book of Deuteronomy, is taking precedence over the Book of Enoch.  Welcome to the politics of religion. The Story of Enoch

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Guam was honored by US Mint with a quarter

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Sculptor:   Jim Licaretz

In Hagatna, Guam and under the direction of the United States Mint Director Ed Moy, a celebration was held in honor of the US Mint release of the new Guam quarter.  Earlier this year the Director Ed Moy also attended a celebration in Puerto Rico in honor of their new silver quarter.  Joining the celebration May 26th was  Guam’s Governor Felix Camacho and first lady Joann Camacho.  The celebration was held at Skinner Plaza.

The Guam commemorative quarter-released is the third coin to be launched in the United States Mint’s 2009 District of Columbia and U.S. Territories Quarters Program.  The coin’s reverse depicts the outline of the island.  A sea vessel built by the Chamorro people of Guam, called a flying proa, along with a latte stone) and the inscription Guahan I Tanó ManChamorro (Land of the Chamorro) is also depicted on the reverse side.  There will approximately 90 million Guam quarters produced.

“Guam’s quarter is a lasting tribute to the history and rich cultural heritage of the Chamorro people,” Director Moy said.

Sculptor: Don Everhart

Earlier this year the first coin launched by the US Mint, in honor of the District of Columbia and the US Territories Quarters Program, was the District of Columbia Quarter. It features a picture of the legendary singer/song writer Duke Ellington.

To place an order, visit the United States Mint Web site at www.usmint.gov or call 1-800-USA-MINT (872-6468).  The two-roll sets and the bags of 100 coins are $32.95 each, and the bags of 1,000 coins are $309.95.

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