I LUZ You and Almonds



Have you ever pondered how all the graves will open? Not when but how. . . Will we come up out of the sea—the earth—an urn? Even the people who have been eaten by sharks? Yes, and how many of you have heard of the Luz bone, a bone that CANNOT be crushed or burned or destroyed? Could this bone have something to do with Ezekiel? “The hand of the LORD was upon me, and He brought me out by the Spirit of the LORD and set me down in the middle of the valley; and it was full of bones. He caused me to pass among them round about, and behold, there were very many on the surface of the valley; and lo, they were very dry. He said to me, “Son of man, can these bones live?” And I answered, “O Lord GOD, You know.” Again He said to me, “Prophesy over these bones and say to them, ‘O dry bones, hear the word of the LORD.’ “Thus says the Lord GOD to these bones, ‘Behold, I will cause breath to enter you that you may come to life. ‘I will put sinews on you, make flesh grow back on you, cover you with skin and put breath in you that you may come alive; and you will know that I am the LORD.’” Ezekiel 37:1-6 NASB.


First things first—a little tent with a pretty big message. Please! If you are ADD read the whole blog for the whole meal. I think you will be pretty blown away by how intricate the details are in our Creators handiwork.



The color blue is my husband’s favorite color and it’s also the color of his truck and most of his clothing. He is a University of Kentucky fan, blue and blue—I mean through and through. As I was thinking about how to go about describing a color so blue that it turns green in the sunlight and then bluer than a violet purple mixed with sea water, I lost the ability to describe such splendor. This dye was created by an animal that went extinct thousands of years ago.

According to the Talmud, the dye of Tekhelet (a shade of blue) was produced from a marine creature known as the illazon (also spelled Chilazon).



A one of a kind color. However, about twenty years ago Israeli divers discovered this same mollusk in the Red Sea. The blue dye is made by extracting a thick liquid from a gland in the mollusk to produce the blue brilliant dye. Why would such a color be important? Everything HaShem does is intricate and has a deeper meaning behind it. This dye was used for the priestly garments–the temple tapestry and the tallit (Prayer shawl).


HaShem gives special instructions about a prayer shawl and four corners with tassels called Tzitzit. I started meditating on these four corners and the earth. I’m not an earth expert but I do have some friends who have studied this extensively so perhaps they can add?

“The Lord also spoke to Moses, saying,  “Speak to the sons of Israel, and tell them that they shall make for themselves tassels on the corners of their garments throughout their generations, and that they shall put on the tassel of each corner a cord of blue.” Numbers 15:38-39 NASB.

A cord of heavenly sapphire blue—blue—blue— the color of Yahweh’s Glory.


“And they saw the God of Israel: and there was under his feet as it were a paved work of a sapphire stone, and as it were the body of heaven in his clearness.” Exodus 24:10 KJV.


After HaShem instructs them He tells them why they need these tassels. The tassels have been translated by the King James Version as “fringes,” however, they are called Tzitzit, also called tzitziyot. `



“It shall be a tassel for you to look at and remember all the commandments of the Lord (Adonai,) so as to do them and not ­­­­­-­­follow after your own heart and your own eyes, after which you played the harlot, so that you may remember to do all My commandments and be holy to your God.”  Numbers 15:39-40.




This word Tzitzit means BLOSSOM. It’s like the rod of Aaron that budded and bloomed. These blossoms will bring forth fruit. How? When we keep the Commandments we bear fruit. When we honor His Torah by not just knowing it but doing it we bear much fruit. Here is a picture of a beautiful almond tree blossom.



Most of Christendom is familiar with Ten Commandments, but there are 613 wrapped up in The Ten. When your pastor quotes, “Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path, he or she is quoting the Torah. He or she is talking about the Menorah and the seven spirits of God and His Holy Commandments; His Torah instructions to live a blessed life—blooming trees.


The first place we read about the wings of these prayer shawls is after the Father saves His people from Egypt. “You yourselves have seen what I did to the Egyptians, and how I bore you on eagles’ wings, and brought you to Myself.” Exodus 19:4.

The Rabbis teach that each arrangement of tassels should be seven white threads and one blue thread. For more information on the significance of the meaning behind the Hebrew numbers 7 & 8 here is a link to Grace in Torah where you can also find some pretty amazing teachings.

This shawl is used at all major events from circumcision to weddings and yes, even the dead are wrapped up in this garment. Death is something we see Yeshua triumphing over. Yes, death and the grave could not hold our Messiah! Let’s see how the Olive tree buries their dead since we were engrafted into it.

After a person dies, the eyes are closed, the body is laid on the floor and covered, and candles are lit next to the body. The body is never left alone until after burial, as a sign of respect. The people who sit with the dead body are called shomerim, from the root Shin-Mem-Reish, meaning “guards” or “keepers. — In preparation for the burial, the body is thoroughly cleaned and wrapped in a simple, plain linen shroud. The Sages decreed that both the dress of the body and the coffin should be simple, so that a poor person would not receive less honor in death than a rich person. The body is wrapped in a tallit with its tzitzit rendered invalid.Jewfaq.org

Can you imagine your body being wrapped in the Word of Yahweh? Can you imagine all of the Fathers commandments and instructions for a blessed LIFE covering your DEAD body? That dead body will come up out of the grave because Jesus—Yeshua our First Fruits came forth out of the grave wrapped in the same type of linen shroud and more than likely wrapped in his tallit.

This Tallit is two words, tal meaning tent and lit meaning little. “A little tent” that is like a canopy of protection hidden under His Torah–His commandments. When the shawl is pulled up over the head it makes a prayer room. Psalms 91 talks about this canopy under the wings of Adonai. “He will cover you with His pinions, And under His wings you may seek refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.” 91:4.

When the woman with the issue of blood touched the hem of Jesus garments she actually touched the Word of Yahweh. These shawls were what a Rabbi such as Yeshua would have worn, not some red Roman robe we see him often pictured as wearing. Many people touched this and were healed. Let’s look at scripture for certainty.

“Wherever He entered villages, or cities, or countryside, they were laying the sick in the market places, and imploring Him that they might just touch the fringe (Tzitzit) of His cloak; and as many as touched it were being cured.” Mark 6:56.

Scriptures concerning these four wings also discuss a time of the latter days and I believe have much revelation to behold.


“But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun (Servant) of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall. And ye shall tread down the wicked; for they shall be ashes under the soles of your feet in the day that I shall do this, saith the LORD of hosts.” Malachi 4:1-2.


Yeshua is talking about the times coming in the latter days and he says after the tribulation we will see the sign of him—let’s look at that verse. “And then the sign of the Son of Man will appear in the sky, and then all the tribes of the earth will mourn, and they will see the SON OF MAN COMING ON THE CLOUDS OF THE SKY with power and great glory. “And He will send forth His angels with A GREAT TRUMPET and THEY WILL GATHER TOGETHER His elect from the four winds, from one end of the sky to the other.” Matthew 24:30-31.

“After this I saw four angels standing at the four corners of the earth, holding back its four winds so that no wind would blow on land or sea or on any tree.” Revelation 7:1.

So as I was meditating on the four corners of the earth and visualizing this mighty wind sweeping people up like a Hollywood production of tornado or Aliens, I decided it wouldn’t be like that at all. Didn’t the Son come to a carpenter from a rough place called Nazareth (Can any good thing come out of Nazareth?)  And weren’t his parents so ordinary no one would make room for the delivery of the chosen one? Didn’t he ride on a humble donkey? Yes, but we have all these motion pictures and left behind series that have altered our thinking.

“According to the Zohar—an early Kabbalistic text—the resurrection will take place forty years after the arrival of Moshiach (Messiah). However, certain righteous individuals will arise with the coming of Moshiach (Messiah). All the dead will be resurrected in the Land of Israel.”

Notice the number 40 and all it entails.

So let’s get back to this death and this body rolled up in a little tent—the wings of Yahweh and His mighty Torah protecting even our bones.

According to Aish.com, Jewish tradition records that with burial, a single bone in the back of the neck never decays. It is from this bone – the luz bonethat the human body will be rebuilt in the future Messianic era when the souls of the departed will be reunited with their bodies.”




I’m doing a snoopy dance right now!

YES! The Rabbi’s claim there is a bone in our brains that never disintegrates. They say it cannot be burned, crushed, or broken. But this gets deeper! Remember the Tzitzit? Those fringes that hung down that were braided and were referred to as almond buds or blossoms? Well, something else has the same meaning.

The word LUZ in Hebrew means nut or almond! So our brain even blossoms with the mind of Jesus Christ our Yeshua Messiah.

The luz and the tallit with its Tzitzit represent an almond seed- a blossom—blooming and producing fruit and yes, rising up out of the earth! It is believed by the Rabbi’s that this bone is strengthened and gains sustenance from a meal eaten called the Melave Malka. What is this strange word about?

“ Melaveh Malkah is the name of a meal that, as per halakha, is customarily held by Jews after their Sabbath, in other words, on Saturday evening. The intent of the meal is to figuratively escort the “Sabbath Queen” on her way out via singing and eating, as one would escort a monarch upon his departure from a city. This meal is alternatively called “the fourth meal.”


We must get back to His Holy Days and Feast. It was never Sunday.


And he said to them “This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many. Amen, I say to you, I shall not drink again of the fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new in the kingdom of God.” And when they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives. (Mark 14:24-26)

This is new beginnings with the Messiah and the 8th day and the fullness of our new Kingdom filled with awe and glory unspeakable and unattainable in thought. More joy than one has ever felt. I can’t wait!

I LUZ my Yeshua Jesus the One who died so we might have LIFE!


The mystical bone of resurrection, Shapiro R., 1987, Department of Radiology, University of Miami School of Medicine, accessed 5 April 2014






Pictures : talentshare.org

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Perhaps you are a Christian who has trouble understanding His Feast and the articles you’ve read seem to be over your head. Maybe you have looked for Jesus in the passages about the Feast Day’s but were confused. This book is simple and yet prophetic. I wrote it for those who are not Hebrew/Greek scholars. I wrote it for those who are sitting in church every Sunday and saying, “I know there is more!”

Blow a Trumpet in Tekoa is a beautiful sound of the shofar awakening the Bride and preparing her for a returning King. The title comes straight from the book of Jeremiah. It was a war cry.
When the trumpet was blown the people knew it meant one of several things– war, danger, preparation, death, Shabbat or a High Holy Day. The sound said, “The High Holy Days are coming!” Then the people came together. That is what they were doing in the book of Acts in the upper room. Yes, they were coming together for a Feast they had been rehearsing for since the beginning of time– now it was actually happening.
The next sounding of the shofar blast will say, “The Bridegroom is Here!” Some will have extra oil and awaken, others will not be prepared.

Many of the prophetic teachings in this book are a long mournful cry for all of us to turn back to The Father and to heed his Commandments. Other topics are for healing, refreshing, and ultimately to draw one closer to HIM.
Have you ever wondered who the men were who arose from the grave after Jesus/Yeshua was crucified? Have you pondered tough passages like this one found in Revelations? “When he opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour” 8:1. The details hidden in them are as intricate as a peacock’s feathers and as fascinating as our very own DNA. Why would we expect less from the One who said in Leviticus that they were His Feast days? I pray the sound of the trumpet on the pages of this book awakens you to a new walk and understanding of the truth. I pray the beauty of the “Teki’ah”, a burst and long blast of triumph, joy, and gladness ignites your hearts. The sound of Teki’ah announced the coming KING and today we are closer than we have ever been to His arrival.


Tekoa Manning



Walter the Homeless Man–Free Chapter


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-Chapter 1


Walter Kendal lay beside the tree stump; his head resting behind his arms in a heap of fall leaves. The air was crisp and cool with a freshness that beckoned the sun to come up. The tall evergreens trees stretched their arms towards the horizon. The woods were faintly dark with slivers of light just beginning to peek through. It was very still, except for the occasional rustling of foliage falling to the earth, and the soft cooing sound coming from the metal cage that held Walter’s only companion.

From the wooded area where Walter lay, he could easily watch the small middle-class neighborhood come to life. Flickering pools of light brought a warming glow to a scattering of homes. In the distance, just a crow’s caw away, he heard the sound of engines warming up to begin the day, doors slamming and voices calling out to greet neighbors. The familiar sights and sounds reminded Walter of a life he once knew.

He had been waiting patiently for the dark blue mini-van to pull out of the driveway on Wildwood Court. He walked the path he’d worn to the opening past the prickly pine trees with their scabby bark and squatted down a bit, veiled almost completely by their fury needles. The house he had his eye on belonged to Desiree Levite. Through the French double doors of her kitchen, he watched her prepare breakfast for her two small children and knew it wouldn’t be long now.

Desiree left each morning at around six thirty. He assumed this gave her plenty of time to cart her children to the sitter, hit the freeway, and begin her shift at Bailsman, Friedman, and Stiltz Law Firm. Walter knew Desiree was a file clerk and full-time student on her way to becoming a paralegal. He thought her ultimate goal was to become an attorney. He occasionally read a term paper left lying about and sometimes sifted through her mail.

Walter was thankful that the ground had not become cold and hard yet and that arthritis in his joints didn’t ache as badly as usual. He buttoned his trench coat and watched the lights of the minivan disappear from sight. Then he counted under his breath slowly from one to fifty seconds, making sure Desiree hadn’t forgotten her briefcase, diaper bag, or her oldest son’s backpack. Walter had been caught off guard more than once by the forgetful disarray of the drowsy mother. Making his way up the path, he walked briskly to the back porch of the modest three bedroom brick ranch. Then Walter raised the rock that was next to the welcome mat, retrieved the key and let himself in. Walter had felt nervous the first few times he had entered, peeking through the blinds at the sounds of each passing motorist. The unexpected clank of the brass mail slot had once left Walter frozen with fear, but after a few weeks, he had settled into a routine. He had no excuse for entering. He knew it was wrong, and eventually he would have to stop or fate would rear its ugly head and he’d be a criminal.

“Maybe I have succumbed to this sort of lifestyle after all?” He wished it were all a bad dream, but as he turned on the faucet that belonged to a stranger and raised the ribbed glass to his parched lips, he knew it was far too real.

It had happened by chance the first time, Walter stumbling upon the key. He had merely wanted some fresh drinking water. Walter was headed out of the woods, on his way to a nearby gas station to fill his empty jug in the men’s room. The Chevron had bath stalls in the back of the service station, and Walter didn’t have to enter the store to get washed up or refill his empty container. Sometimes they locked them after midnight, he assumed to keep people like himself out. While he was cutting through the neighborhood, he noticed the green garden hose. While reaching for the hose, he accidently knocked over a decorative rock with the name Levite painted in black. Its only function was to show ownership of the property Walter stood on and to hide a key. The power to enter lay within Walter’s reach. It made his heart pound. He could picture the food and imagine the sound of the thermostat clicking on and blowing warm heat. He longed for a shower and the company of television. It had been over a year since Walter had felt the comforts of a real home. He had a home three hundred miles away, just before the rich green hills of Kentucky turned into the mountains of Tennessee, a home full of memories too painful for Walter to face.

Safely inside, he slowly exhaled and made his way to the refrigerator for his morning juice. He never took enough for anyone to notice, but instead consumed just one egg, one small bowl of cornflakes, or one piece of toast. Then carefully the sixty-seven-year-old washed, dried, and returned his plate, saucer, and cup, putting everything back in its original place.

Occasionally the phone rang and startled him. Although he used to sit behind a large desk answering calls, he had now become accustomed to sleeping under overpasses, across park benches, and in wooded areas. The days of phone calls had been years ago, before his retirement, and now they were a distant memory.

After breakfast, Walter took a shower, leaving not a speck of water to be found. The soft green, slightly damp towel was folded neatly back on the rack to dry, his toothbrush was placed into the frayed pocket of his tan London Fog coat. He wanted to shave but stopped himself for fear that his gray facial hairs would be noticed. He settled for a dollop of hair gel. Walter ran his fingers through his graying hair, relishing the fact that he still had some. Although he had lost some on top, all and all he still had plenty. Leaving the bath, he walked down the hall. According to his watch, it was seven thirty a.m. He had, at least, seven hours before her return.

The small house was tidy and clean, except for an occasional toy left lying about and the many books that lay in heaps. There were educational books on common law, child psychology, and the Constitution. There were also hardbound classics, poetry, and children’s books. Shuffled amongst the collection was a New King James Bible, and from the looks of the worn leather, he figured it had been opened quite often. Walter had never experienced so many books, and at times, he found himself skimming through the volumes to pass the day. He had wondered at first if the books were for show, but now believed Desiree had read the majority of her collection.

It seemed strange to Walter that after entering her home for only a few weeks, he already felt as if he knew her. There were photographs of her children on the mantle, scented candles, and the usual displays of potted plants. The one thing that had confused Walter was a recent portrait of Desiree with a dark haired man who appeared to be her husband. He worried at first that the man in the portrait might be a traveling salesman who could abruptly show up and end Walter’s only refuge. Then he found the sympathy cards full of kind remarks about the loss of Desiree’s husband, John.

Walter didn’t know what the future held for him. He was never one to take handouts, and he knew he had to repay this young mother for what she was unknowingly giving to him. Sometimes he did small repair jobs, like fixing the younger child’s rocking chair. The leg had been broken at some point. Walter simply glued it back into place. He had also unclogged the kitchen sink when Desiree carved pumpkins for Halloween. On this cool November morning, he didn’t see anything needing his handy work. So, after resting a bit on the tweed recliner, he drifted off to sleep.



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I had a dream the other night and in my dream, my husband and I were working in a laboratory. There were deep sinks used in biology labs, tables for dissecting, and places to look under microscopes. Each area had a baby at it and they were all ours.  At one point in the dream, my husband came up to me holding a beautiful olive-skinned baby boy with a head full of dark curls. He had the biggest brown eyes and he looked up at me with a look I will never forget. My husband held him up to me and said, “Here change him he’s soiled.” We both had agreed that the “all caps” I had used in portions of Doctrines of Demons came across wrong, and the typos throughout the text needed to be fixed. I often referred to these books as babies in need of a good diaper change, so in my dream, it made sense that this baby represented my doctrinal works. In my dream, I remember taking the baby’s diaper off and walking over to a huge sink and bathing him in the water. As I was washing him my husband came in a panic and wanted me to go assist another baby that needed help. I left the boy in the sink unattended, something I would never do in the natural, and when I came back to the sink he was floating. His beautiful brown hair bobbing atop the water.

I grabbed him and began trying to do CPR and pump his chest and pat his back, but he was dead. I hurried to my husband in a panic carrying my lifeless baby. He gruffly asked what was wrong. I said, “My baby is dead, he drowned.” About that time my husband pounded on his back and water poured out of his mouth and the baby looked up at me wide-eyed, his eyes so pure and lovely. My heart felt joy. As I laid there meditating on the dream I heard a verse in my spirit, one I hadn’t heard in a while. It was a verse the Father used to give me before I ever published a book. “Sing, barren woman, you who never bore a child; burst into song, shout for joy, you who were never in labor; because more are the children of the desolate woman than of her who has a husband,” says the LORD.” Isaiah 54:1 NIV. I used to think about this verse over and over. I was single then, homeless, sick, and writing books, but G-d knew I’d give birth one day.

I then heard, “I just baptized your doctrinal books and they are coming back from the dead.” Praise His Holy Name! Both revised manuscripts are available on Amazon and ready to purchase.

Next, we will be doing a new book release for Blow a Trumpet in Tekoa. I cannot wait to have a new baby. And the deep prophetic pleas in this book are heartfelt. We are going to celebrate this 5th baby with a party. When wives give birth, husbands buy cigars, call all their friends and family and they have a room prepared for their newborns arrival. We too will be doing book signings, speaking events, and contacting media outlets.

If it wasn’t for my husband being the midwife and smacking that baby hard on the back, he would have stayed dead. My husband dresses our darlings with colorful jackets and he uploads them on Amazon. He is proud of our children. This is also a side job of his, so if you are interested in having one of your babies dressed and available let us know. I’m also going to get some shadow boxes to display my babies in. I have pictures of my sons throughout my house but I want to display the babies the Father has given me in the spirit. Whatever gifts the Father has given you, begin to celebrate them and use them for Him.

If anyone would like a signed copy of my new release or of one of the new doctrinal books please send me a message and if you would like to have my husband and I come speak we would be honored. I want to leave you with a free chapter from Blow a Trumpet in Tekoa.  I pray it blesses you.

Tekoa Manning



The Ram’s Horn


“Isaac spoke to Abraham his father and said, “My father!” And he said, “Here I am, my son.” And he said, “Behold, the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?” Abraham said, “God will provide for Himself the lamb for the burnt offering, my son.” So the two of them walked on together.” Genesis 22:7-8 NASB.

Amos three says, “Do two people travel together without having so agreed?” 3:3 CJB. And so the father and son had made an agreement to walk together in unity.

Ah, a lamb will be provided. John the Baptist saw that Lamb and said, “Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.” John 1:29 NASB. Yeshua takes our place on the torture stake.  But for now, we just have Abraham and a son he had waited twenty-five years for. The son of promise. The text says that G-d tested Abraham. “Now it came about after these things, that God tested Abraham, and said to him, “Abraham!” And he said, “Here I am.”  He said, “Take now your son, your only son, whom you love, Isaac, and go to the land of Moriah, and offer him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains of which I will tell you.” 22:1-2 NASB. Abraham through trembling lips either states to his son, “the Lord will provide,” or he believes it with all his heart. Only HaShem and Abraham know the true amount of faith in his soul. It has been said that he believed Adonai would bring his son back from the dead, but even that requires an offering, a slaying, and bloodshed.  Graciously, a ram is caught in a thicket. An angel stops Abraham as the knife is raised, and Isaac is spared death. HaShem has supplied the offering.

A ram’s horn comes from the magnificent structures adorning the heads of these creatures called rams. Their spiral shaped funnels made from the thick hollow-horned ruminants are exquisite indeed. The live bone substance is spiral shaped and by cutting the tip off and adding a mouthpiece you will acquire its mournful sound. This wailing blow, no doubt mimics the same sound Abraham made when he saw his son was spared.

It seems Blow a Trumpet in Tekoa would not be complete without a small chapter on trumpets, ram’s horns, and their significant importance to our biblical heritage and the coming of the Messiah (Mashiach). This story begins on a mountain in the book of Genesis also known as “Bereshit or Bereishis.” This word means “In the beginning,” “At the start or head of all things.”  And this is where we find the first mention of the ram and its significance to the shofar. Our Father of faith, Abraham, has taken his son Isaac and departed on a journey to a mountain called Moriah. According to Abarium publications, the name Moriah only appears twice in the Bible and consists of two elements, the final one being יה (Yah), which is an abbreviated form of the Tetragrammaton יהוה, YHWH, or Yahweh, the name of The Lord Adonai.

This mountain would be spoken of again about 1,000 years later when David purchases its threshing floor and stops the plague of death sent by an angel of the Lord, who slew over seventy thousand men.  This mountain would also be the very spot Solomon would build the glorious temple on and even after it is destroyed, once again, a second temple would be erected in the exact spot. Today we see what’s left of its remains at the Wailing Wall where many people come to moan for the redemption of Israel and for her Messiah to return. Their cries, no doubt, mimic the mournful sound as well.

On the day of Yeshua’s return, we will hear a sound many in Christendom are unfamiliar with, a sound many have never let penetrate their spirits. This unique sound is commanded for us to make on certain Feast days and Holy days, but sadly we have been entertained by the world’s holidays and have lost our ancient Hebrew truths. We have incorporated pagan traditions of men.

Our grandparents and great grandparents were familiar with a song that rang, “When the trumpet of The Lord shall sound and time will be no more.” This trumpet is the one we wait for.

The Bible states that the Lord tested Abraham on this mountain called Moriah. One interesting point to ponder is the age of the lad. After careful study, we find it is not a small boy, but a man carrying the wood up mount Moriah for his own death. Most scholars and historians claim he was over twenty years old and some believe he was over thirty. The great historian Josephus stated: “Now Isaac was twenty-five years old” (1.13.2). Adam Clarke said: “It is more probable that he was now about thirty-three” (1:140, emp. in origin.) Jesus-Yeshua was around the same age when he attempted to carry some wood and make his way up a hill. But let’s get back to the sound of the ram and what it signifies.

“Then they came to the place of which God had told him; and Abraham built the altar there and arranged the wood, and bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood. Abraham stretched out his hand and took the knife to slay his son. But the angel of the LORD called to him from heaven and said, “Abraham, Abraham!” And he said, “Here I am.” He said, “Do not stretch out your hand against the lad, and do nothing to him; for now I know that you fear God, since you have not withheld your son, your only son, from Me.” Then Abraham raised his eyes and looked, and behold, behind him a ram caught in the thicket by his horns; and Abraham went and took the ram and offered him up for a burnt offering in the place of his son. Abraham called the name of that place The LORD Will Provide, as it is said to this day, “In the mount of the LORD it will be provided.” Genesis 22:7-14 NASB.

Some commentaries say that Isaac was actually 37 years old and that he said, “Father, I am a vigorous young man and you are old. I fear that when I see the slaughtering knife in your hand I will instinctively jerk and possibly injure you. I might also injure myself and thus become unfit for the sacrifice. Or an involuntary movement by me might prevent you from performing the ritual slaughter properly. Therefore, bind me well, so that at the final moment I will not be deficient in filial honor and respect, and thereby not fulfill the commandment properly.” (Midrash). Yes, this story is filled with layers of deeper symbolism, meaning and ultimately a ram replaces the life of the promised son Isaac.

This ram’s horn is spoken of in Exodus, and the next passage is very important to our story. Once you picture the ram’s horn, the shape of it, the sound of it and the blast, you will begin to have more understanding of why we must get back to obeying Our Creator’s Words of instruction. This is not a “Jewish thing,” but a command for all believers, which I will go into more details on throughout this book. G-d commands and instructs Moses to prepare the people and this is how He does it.

“When the ram’s horn sounds a long blast, they shall come up to the mountain.” So it came about on the third day, when it was morning, that there were thunder and lightning flashes and a thick cloud upon the mountain and a very loud trumpet sound, so that all the people who were in the camp trembled. Now Mount Sinai was all in smoke because the LORD descended upon it in fire; and its smoke ascended like the smoke of a furnace, and the whole mountain quaked violently. When the sound of the trumpet grew louder and louder, Moses spoke and God answered him with thunder.” Exodus 19:13, 16, 18, 19 NASB.

This loud, long blast, caused trembling and alerted the people to the presence of HaShem. Then the Torah was given to Moses. The greatest words ever spoken were given after the sound of the trumpet blast and later that Word would put on flesh and walk among us. His name is Jesus/Yeshua! But did you noticed that G-d himself sounded the shofar and caused the lightning and thunder and yes, a loud trumpet blast! Notice the significance of a three-day journey up a mountain to sacrifice Abraham’s son Isaac, and it was the third day that the Lord Adonai appeared on Mount Sinai and the loud long blast of the trumpet was herald. Three days Yeshua said he would be in the heart of the earth before he would come forth from the dead. But what do the sounds of the shofar and the trumpet represent?

According to Leo Rosten, “The bend in the shofar is supposed to represent how a human heart, in true repentance, bends before the Lord. The ram’s horn serves to remind the pious how Abraham, offering his son Isaac in sacrifice, was reprieved when G-d decided that Abraham could sacrifice a ram instead. The man who blows the shofar is required to be of a blameless character and conspicuous devotion; he must blow blasts of different timbre, some deep, some high, some quavering.” This sound is so powerful we are commanded to incorporate it into our praise music. “With trumpets and sound of the ram’s horn, make a joyful noise before the King, Yahweh.” Psalm 98:6 WEB.

Each of our Lord Adonai’s Festivals has much to say about the trumpet and so does the return of the Great King, Jesus-Yeshua. 1st Thessalonians 4:16 says, “For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel andwith the trumpet of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.” NASB. “Behold, I tell you a mystery; we will not all sleep, but we will all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet; for the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.” 1st Corinthians 15:51-52 NASB.

I want to clue you in on some of the things you may have missed concerning these Feast and the Lord’s return. I also want you to start noticing these celebrations and seeing the scriptures connected with them differently. “Give the following instructions to the people of Israel. On the first day of the appointed month in early autumn, you are to observe a day of complete rest. It will be an official day for holy assembly, a day commemorated with loud blasts of a trumpet.” Leviticus 23:24 NASB. This Feast is called Yom Teruah which means the sounding of the shofar.

“The word “shofar” is spelled shinvavpeireish.

The numerical value of shin-vav is 300 + 6 = 306. The hand of the shofar-blower has 14 joints (3 in each of the 4 fingers and 2 in the thumb); 306 + 14 = 320. The number 320 is associated with the attribute of severe judgment (din). The “candle of darkness” (butzina d’kardinuta) is an appellation of the gevura of Atik Yomin.”

“As I looked, thrones were placed, and the Ancient of Days took his seat; his clothing was white as snow and the hair of his head like pure wool; his throne was fiery flames; its wheels were burning fire. A stream of fire issued and came out from before him; a thousand thousands served him, and ten thousand times ten thousand stood before him; the court sat in judgment, and the books were opened.” Daniel 7:9-10 CJB.

When we study the complete list of Feast, we see the whole entire story unfolding, from the perfect Lamb and the Passover, to the death and resurrection of Yeshua-Jesus and yes, also His return and the thousand year reign. So why have we been taught in Christendom to throw them out? Why has it been implied that they were a “Jewish thing?” Ignorance. For lack of knowledge His people perish, but even the content of that verse is misconstrued. Let’s look deeper into these Feast briefly and connect this blowing of trumpets to our redemption story. In the next chapters, I will briefly go over these important Feast that the apostles and disciples were still keeping and teaching the Gentile churches to keep, years after His ascension.

If you adopted a baby from China and brought it to America, would you teach it to speak Chinese, to eat with chopsticks, and to practice Buddhism, Taoism, or Confucianism? Of course not, you, an American born again believer, would teach your child English, give it lessons in eating with a spoon and fork and teach it your faith.  We hijacked a “Jewish” religion of the Hebrews and made it a Christian religion we created over the years. Now it’s evolved into a multi-billion dollar business, blended with partial truths and pagan ceremonies. I want to open your eyes to the shofar throughout this book and the magnitude of its meaning and the verses that will ignite your heart to see Jesus-Yeshua much clearer.

One last thing before we get into the Feast of The Lord Adonai, I assure you that keeping them cannot save you or redeem you from death. I also want to assure you that they bring joy and gladness and revelation you never dreamed to discover. A hidden pearl of great price!


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Free Chapter of my Memoir

He Will Cause you to Serve Him

My mother was urging me. “Stand in the line, Bonnie, hurry!” I turned and looked back at the many people, young and old waiting.
It was the late 1970’s and I was wearing a long maxi dress. The brightly colored flowers were bursting forth at the seams and my sandals had large buckled squares that draped across my ankles. My hair was sapling bark brown, straight, and hanging down my back mid-way.  In the summer, it was glossy satin but come winter, a stringy static mess. I was a young girl, preteen or just above that and completely naive of my own beauty or worth. I was self-conscious, scared and a tad pigeon-toed. 
The line was now draped around the church’s outer wall, lingering on towards the back doors of the sanctuary. 
The excitement in my mother’s voice was charged!
 “Bonnie get in line and see what he tells you! “He” being the prophetic evangelist that was visiting our church.  “He” who obviously had a direct line to God.
Again my mother exclaimed, “Go on, He is very gifted and just told me many things only the Father would have known. I want to see what he tells you.”
 I never liked being in the spot-light and shied away from the front of the sanctuary. Certain people had a habit of frightening me as a young child. They sang in languages I had never heard of and spoke in un-known tongues. No one had educated me on the tongues of angels and of men.
 Up front stood the pastor, elders, and the catchers! I knew what the catcher’s job entailed. Catchers were the people that stood behind you in case you fell under the power of the Holy Spirit. They draped cloths over the women’s dresses after they had floated backward just in case anything might be exposed that shouldn’t be. 
My mother always fell. 
She said, “They just barely have to touch me Bonnie and I go down” as if this signified some level of holiness. She assured me that it didn’t hurt and that she felt as if she had landed on cotton. “Honest Bonnie, it doesn’t hurt at all, it’s the most wonderful experience!” Her eyes twinkled with excitement. I nodded, still unsure of my quest for significance. Did I really want to feel this Holy Spirit and was this really what they were feeling? I knew what I personally felt but wasn’t quite sure it was the same.
 Unknowingly, this, along with many other quizzical moments would one day cause me to study doctrine with binocular vision. I headed to the back of the line that was becoming shorter and nervously sighed. I secretly hoped I wouldn’t fall on the floor, to be draped in a black cloth while onlookers gawked. What if I became stuck there crying uncontrollably and couldn’t move like some I had seen in the past? Or worse, laughing like a hyena at nothing in particular.
 I was doing this for my mother. I wanted to please her and I wanted to get a good word, one that would mesmerize my mother. I longed to hear how I would do something great for God one day. I thought in my underdeveloped brain that if this man told me something spiritually creative about myself, my mother would be very proud of me! And I wanted so desperately to please her. This too would cause me great pain.
As I moved forward, I looked at the balding dark headed man who was of large stature and wondered what he would prophesy over me. 
There are moments in life that stick with you, like a piece of putty stuck in your conscious mind. This man is one of those plasters that have lingered with me forever. 
He placed his large hand on my head and began to pray in the spirit, then he looked into my eyes and said, “Daughter, the Lord says, He will cause you to serve Him!” He repeated it even louder and with more force, “I said, HE WILL CAUSE YOU TO SERVE HIM!”  I stared at him, my eyes frozen with fear. Then he motioned for me to go on back to my seat. I was stunned. The women behind me made faces at one another and then looked at me strangely. This prophet had spoken words of encouragement to many.  Meanwhile, I get a peculiar look and a stern word. Not only that, but he looked as shocked as me that he said it.
My mother was anxious to hear what this holy man of God had spoken over me. Her ears were as perked up as a Chihuahua, as I made my way back down the aisle. 
“Well, what did he say?”
 I must have looked funny. I’m sure my cheeks were flushed and my mouth pursed tightly. 
“Bonnie what’s wrong?”
 I struggled to state the one sentence but finally got it out.
The echo, “He will cause you to serve Him.”
“He said what? I repeated it hoarsely. 
“God will cause me to serve Him…”
 “Well, that sure was different, goodness, what do you think he meant?” Her eyes had lost the glitter and were now widely open. I felt the scrutiny of her eyes shifting from my buckled shoes and back up to my face. Then, for a moment a stinging upon my soul that changed to compassion.
“Gosh Bonnie, I don’t know what I would think if he would have said that to me?” She again starred at me intently, like the women behind me in line, who had heard his voice boom.
I shrugged my shoulders and sat down, but in my mind I was asking God a question, “Do I not serve you already?” I had been what many call “saved” at a very young age and loved the Father. I already felt invisible at home and I didn’t seem to fit in at school, now I was hearing from this man that I was not serving God? He was supposed to hear from the Father. My mother called him “anointed.” 
I went to every church service and I learned multiple scriptures. I won awards for memorizing the most verses. I prayed and I secretly wanted to do some type of work for the Lord Adonai. Why was this happening to me?
I hung my head down. I felt funny inside.
 I never forgot this man’s prophecy and some twenty years later, in the midst of one of my most wicked lifestyles, He did cause me to serve Him! Yes, the man who had laid hands on me years before had possibly heard the voice of Hashem clearly in his ear.
It was a summer night in 2005. I had gotten married two years prior at the little white chapel in Las Vegas, but never finalized it. So after drinking and having sex with a man I called my husband, but like the woman at the well only lived with, I heard the sound of all the water in the ocean come crashing into me. 
 The voice spoke only five words, “Get your house in order.” I catapulted up in the bed and looked out my window at the moon that for the first time in my life looked different. For the first time in my life, I knew that the same voice that just spoke to me had also hung that moon in the sky, along with the whole host of heaven. “God is that you?” I couldn’t breathe.
My heart was beating faster than it ever had and waves of the vibration from His voice were still plummeting into my soul. “Get your house in order.”  It ricocheted through me! I remember thinking, “Could the Creator of the universe be trying to talk to me?” Is this voice I just heard that caused me to jump, really God or am I going crazy? I couldn’t get the sudden fear of God out of my mind; my whole body was vibrating. I cannot tell you how I knew this, but suddenly I knew that this voice was THE ANCIENT OF DAYS!  This voice was THE GREAT I AM! Every bit of the blood pumping through my veins was confirming it. I don’t know how, but I knew the VOICE I had heard was from The Lord Adonai.  And if it was God, why was He speaking to me? Out of all the sinners in the universe, why did He want me to get my house in order? Was it due to my parent’s prayers? Was He taking me home? Did He have an assignment for me? I didn’t have the answers yet, but I knew something bigger than me was happening.
I did a quick mental sweep of my spiritual house and my natural house and then my heart sank like the titanic.
I knew where those scriptures fell in the bible because even in my backslidden state I read His word daily and wanted to change. One was about a king named  Hezekiah. 
 “Hezekiah became ill and was at the point of death. The prophet Isaiah son of Amos went to him and said, “This is what the LORD says: PUT YOUR HOUSE IN ORDER, because you are going to die; you will not recover.”
Was I going to die? I knew Hezekiah pleaded with the Lord and reminded him of all the righteous things he had done, therefore, God gave him 15 more years, but I had nothing to plead with!
I laid there for what seemed like hours meditating on the state of my conscious mind and what had just transpired. Finally, I drifted off to sleep and in my dream like state, I began to hear the book of Genesis, “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.  And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.”
 This reading of the Word was being read to my spirit man in a way the Bible had never been read before and it continued, “ And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness. And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.
Then I began to hear God’s voice again, only, this time, it was different, it was more of a narrator in my spirit man speaking to me. “Bonnie do you think that I gave you life so you can fulfill it on the lust of your flesh? DO YOU THINK I GAVE YOU LIFE SO YOU CAN AIMLESSLY THROW IT AWAY? Do you not see how I had an order to my creation? DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT I AM A GOD OF ORDER? 
“Get your house in order!.” 
 I continued to hear scriptures throughout the night and into the wee morning hours.
Something happened the next day that I cannot explain. I awoke with an incredible terror of Yahweh.  For the first time in my life, I knew what the scripture meant when he said, “Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling!” 
I spent two days starring. I didn’t speak much, but sat and relived the voice.  I didn’t share this experience with anyone. 
I had a fear now of a God I had heard about all my life but never knew in this manner. I knew the Sunday school teachings I had learned. The countless services and tent revivals I had been taken to since birth. I knew all the Bible stories and I talked to my Father. I talked to Him as if He were my friend and I told Him I was sorry after I fell into sin, and drunkenness. I cried and read the Bible and pleaded for Him to forgive me over and over again, but I kept doing what I didn’t want to do. It was just as Paul said in Romans, “For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate” 7:15
Now, I FEARED the sound of many waters.” Yahwen was Holy. He was omnipotent! I was grass.  
“Get your house in order!”
Yes, His voice had penetrated my heart and my soul. He was causing me to serve Him.