Conspiracy Theories: The Origins of the New World Order and Nimrod

Today, I thought I'd write about the possible origins of the New World Order. Some say it began with Nimrod and the Tower of Babel. The concept is nothing new. Like King Solomon once wrote, "There's nothing new under the sun."

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Genesis 10:8 - 10 b tells us: Kush fathered Nimrod, who was the first powerful ruler on earth. He was a nighty hunter before Adonai-this is why people say, "Like Nimrod, a mighty hunter before Adonai. His kingdom began with Babel, Erekh, Akkad, and Kalneh, in the land of Shinar.  Ashur (Nimrod) went out from that land and built Ninveh and Kelach-the great city. The Complete Jewish Bible

Nimrod is known to be the first anti-Christ. His name means "The Rebel." His goal was to build a tower to reach the throne of God. He wanted to be God's equal.  He even wanted to be God.

Those of us who are familiar with the Book of Jasher know that Nimrod was raised to be a spoiled brat. Cush had him in his old age and 'loved him exceedingly'.

Also, Cush was the son of Ham and Ham was the son of Noah. And during the time that Noah was moving out of the Ark, Ham stole something special. He took the garments that God had made for Adam and Eve after they were deceived by the serpent.

In the Book of Jasher, chapter 7, you will read that Ham gave these garments to Cush in secret. So Cush passed them onto Nimrod. After he turned twenty, he put these garments on. These clothes gave him 'might and strength'. He became a famous warrior and people looked up to him, eventually making him king.

Jasher 7: 45-47 "And all the nations and tongues heard of his fame, and they gathered themselves to him, and they bowed down to the earth, and they brought him offerings, and became their lord and king , and they all dwelt with him in the city at Shinar, and Nimrod reigned in the earth over all the sons of Noah, and they were all under his power and counsel.

And all the earth was one tongue and words of union, but Nimrod did not go in the ways of the Lord, and he was more wicked than all the men that were before him, from the days of the flood until those days.

And he made gods of wood and stone, and he bowed down to them, and he rebelled against the Lord, and taught all his subjects and the people of the earth his wicked ways...et al" The Books of Enoch, Jubilees, and Jasher

You can read more about Nimrod in Genesis 11.

I find it interesting that he obviously had a big ego and had pretty much made himself a god. This sounds a little like Lucifer. But he's a whole other post.

Before I go, thought I'd post this video for you all. This guy makes the story of Nimrod and the Tower of Babel all the more interesting.

Hope everyone has a great week. See you on Thursday when I post another chapter to The Immoral.

Hugs and chocolate, all!
Shelly

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral- Cleavage

I know I was supposed to post this yesterday. Sorry for being late with this. Lots of stuff going on.

Cleavage

“We’re here,” her mom said, sounding cheery. “Nervous?”

Cassandra blew out a puff air that she had sucked in as her mom drove them into the school parking lot. “A little.” She didn’t want her mom to give her one of her pep-talks in her mimicked Mini-Mouse voice. They were so annoying, making her feel like she was five all over again.

“Well, I was too on my first day of high school.” She patted her daughter’s left thigh. “But you should be alright. I said a few prayers for you this morning.” She withdrew her hand from her daughter and placed it on the automatic shift between them, slowing the speed of the car. After, she braked few feet from where Ronald sat and put it into park.

“Thanks, mom.” Cassandra glanced out the windshield. Ronald sat all by himself on a bench while a group of boys and one girl sat around a picnic bench in front of a steel building with giant double red doors. Guess the kids aren’t all that friendly. Poor Ronnie. She curled her fingers around the lever on the passenger door, lifted, and pushed it open.

Ronald rose from the bench and waved.

“Hi, Ronnie,” her mom hollered from her window, and to Cassandra she said, “I’ll be here at three-thirty to pick you both up.”

Cassandra slid out of her seat and got to her feet hurriedly as though to avoid the anticipated motivational speech. Her book bag smacked at her side. “Ow!” The thing felt heavy and awkward. She and it had something in common. She hoped that her outfit didn’t make her look too big.

The kids at the bench glanced her way for thirty seconds, said something to each other, and then let out a round of laughs.

“Let me take that.” Ronnie raced toward her and slid the book bag from her shoulder.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. I’m glad you finally got here.”

Cassandra’s mom beeped her horn and backed out of the drive. She honked and waved one last time before she slowly drove the car to a stop sign.

Both teens, side by side, waved and waited for her mom's car to pull into traffic.

“So are the kids nice?” Cassandra wanted to know before she walked up to them. They certainly didn’t appear to be a gracious welcoming committee. None of them were rushing to introduce themselves. They had went back to whatever it was they doing before they looked at her and busted out laughing.

Ronald shrugged. “Don’t know. I was waiting for you to come.”

“We might as well get this over with.” She walked ahead of him dreading the initial introduction.

Her BFF followed in her wake.

When she reached the picnic table, she extended her hand toward the girl sitting on the edge of a wooden bench. “Hi, I’m Sassie… and this is Ronnie.”

Ronald nodded, giving her small smile. “Nice to meet you.”

Light blue eyes peered out of a mop of blonde curls. Her lips curled into a soft smile. She placed her hand gently into Cassandra’s and then pulled it back. “I’m, Leanne Ray, the principle’s daughter.” A strong Georgian drawl oozed all over her words. The girl flashed a gaze from the top of Cassandra’s head, then to her midriff all the way to her shoes. After, she snapped her head in Ronald's direction. "Likewise."

The boys at the table guffawed.

“You two look a little stiff.” Leanne reached for the top button of her blouse and un-did it, and loosened two more. It was enough to show what small amount of cleavage she had.

Cassandra gasped. Ronald said nothing.

The four young men at the table punched each other’s shoulders, and snickered.

“Look,” the girl said, standing while hiking her skirt above her knees. “How about a game to break in the newbies?” After, she stepped onto the bench and made her way to the middle of the picnic table. “What color are my panties?”

Cassandra and Ronald glanced around the premises, both hoping a teacher or some other adult would come.

Each of the four teens craned their heads upward. Their mouths fell open as they gawked up her skirt.

“You see,” Leanne said, turning her attention to Cassandra. “I may be the principal’s daughter. But I’m no prude. Are you?” And to Ronald, she said, “Well...aren't you going to look? What? Are you gay or something?"

 

 

 

Shelly Arkon©2015

 

 

 

 

Conspiracy Theories: The New World Order

Over the next few months, I figured I'd write about the New World Order. Personally, I don't believe its another CONSPIRACY THEORY. Everything happening as of late is quite blatant and in our faces. Sadly, most people don't see it while others know its there but prefer to stick their heads in the sand.

If you're a history buff, you'll be able to find quotes by all the different players who were or have been busy putting together this atrocity. Not to mention, the Bible talks about this New World Order in the Books of Daniel and Revelation.

America is definitely a big player and has been since it became a Democracy, in 1775, which by the way is always debatable.

I still have a ton of research to do on this topic. It has grown into a giant bushy tree. There are so many layers to this giant onion and ties in with what we see and hear coming out of our televisions and radios. So for this post I'll be posting a few quotes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

All pics with quotes from the internet.

 

Hope everyone has a great week. See you on Thursday.

 

Hugs and chocolate!

Shelly

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral: Insecurities

Cassandra stood in front of her bedroom mirror, smoothing her plaid skirt out over and over. She moved sideways and sucked in her stomach as tight as she could. It nearly suffocated her doing so. As she let the air out her belly bulged. After, she shifted herself around and glanced over her shoulder at her backside. Bubble-butt. Hiroshima-hips. The fatty. The voices played over and over in her head. She fisted her hands and pounded her hips. Ronnie had told her once that if she’d beat them, it would break up the fatty cells. He had read an article in one of his mother’s Cosmopolitan magazines.

“Sassie!” her mother called.

“Yes!” she hollered back, still staring at her backend, thrashing on her hips. Her diet plan had failed again. They always did. She’d have to try something different. Slimfast maybe. It should be okay for someone my age. The commercial says it’s full of vitamins.

“We need to go. It’s seven-thirty. I can’t be late for my shift.” Her mom was a registered nurse for a nursing home. She went into work early Monday through Friday and was always home by the time Cassandra got home from school.

Cassandra spun around to face the mirror again before scooping up her book bag. At least her curly hair looked alright and she hadn’t had a break out in a long time. Maybe no one will notice my weight. It’s a Christian school. Everyone should be cool with me she told herself.

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Ronald glanced out the windshield as his stepfather pulled into the Baptist school’s parking lot. Three boys and girl sat at a picnic table under a large tree full of moss. He scanned beyond them, hoping to see Cassandra. But she wasn’t there from what he could see. His shoulders slumped and the pit in his stomach felt as if it would swallow him from the inside out.

“What’s the matter, little Ronnie?” his stepfather smacked his shoulder. “Afraid?”

He didn’t answer, grabbed the car handle, and pushed the door open. Hesitantly, he slid out of the seat and got to his feet, staring straight ahead. He figured if he ignored the head cheese he’d leave or melt away. Maybe he’ll crash his car somewhere today and die. That would’ve been fine with him. God knows he’s not been a real father figure in my life.

“Hey! Aren’t you gonna say good bye?” His stepfather sounded pathetic, kind of whiney. The guy has feelings?

Ronald rolled his eyes. “Bye.”

“Make sure you do what you can to walk like a man, girly-boy.” Those were his stepdad’s last words before he peeled out of the parking lot.

The kids at the picnic table all looked in his direction.

A lump grew in the bottom of his throat and he rolled his shoulders back. He took his stepfather’s advice to act like a man and puffed out his chest. Think John Wayne, he thought. It would be a great travesty if these kids figured out his secret.

 

 

Shelly Arkon©2015

 

 

 

 

 

Conspiracy Theories: On Behalf of the Duggars

I debated whether or not to write about the Duggars. I love their show. People who have 19 kids are either cuckoo or awesome. I have 5 and peeps think I'm insane. Whatever... This isn't why I decided to write this post.

Honestly, I feel bad for the entire family. Yes, the oldest son did some nasty things to his sisters and another girl between 2002 and 2003. He was 14 and 15 at the time. And Josh isn't hiding what he did either like a Weiner or other celebrities who have down something sexually immoral. Sadly, this is something that was taken care of a while ago whether the authorities did the right thing or not.

I guess what I want to say here is, we all have skeletons in our closets. Some of us have more than one closet full. I have a few of my own. During my teen years, I was a moron. In my twenties, I was half a moron. And even in my thirties and forties, I've had moments where I've reverted back to that moronic-state. I have several lists of sins. Trust me.

And every family has problems. I know I've shared issues on this blog about my own. Daughters number 3 and 4 struggle with drug addiction. When one appears to be doing well the other one falls completely off the wagon into the never-ending-addiction-abyss. Believe me, we all have something we're not proud of from our pasts and within our own families.

The Bible says, in Acts 13:22, that King David was a man after His (God's) own heart. But later, this man had an adulterous affair with Bathsheba, got her pregnant, and then had her husband killed in battle to cover up what he had done. But the cool thing is, God saw it all and spoke to David through a prophet.

This brought David to repentance and God forgave him. But because of his sins he experienced a lot of heartache regarding his own children. The child he conceived through adultery died. Later in life, his son Amnon raped his daughter Tamar, the sister of Absalom. And Absalom avenged his sister's rape by murdering Amnon. He also tried to have his own father killed so he could become king.

We all sin. We all fall short. We all screw up. And we all have consequences to pay even after God forgives us.

But this whole thing irks me about how the media is handling it.  Is it because Josh and his family are confessing CHRISTIANS? What if Bruce Jenner had done this when he was a 14 year-old? Would the media go after him?

Are the masses who sit in front of the boob-tube going to see every Christian as a child-molester now? Is this one more skeam to paint Christians in a bad light?

I've really been thinking long and hard about this only because so much has been happening to Christians here in America and around the world. Even our military men and women get fired for having Bibles and scripture verses on their computer screens. And of course, overseas, Christians are being crucified, burned alive, and beheaded.

What is going on here?

Anyway, before I go I'll leave you some quotes from the Bible.

Matthew 6:15 But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your father forgive your trespasses.

Romans 3:23 For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God.

NEWS SOURCES

http://www.cnn.com/2015/05/31/opinions/pearlman-duggar-abuse/index.html

http://www.inquisitr.com/2133806/amy-duggar-on-josh-duggar-molestation-scandal-pray-it-away-josh/

 

Hope everyone has a great week! See you on Thursday!

Hugs and chocolate!

Shelly

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral: Chapter Four

Man Up

 

Ronald’s alarm let out an ear-piecing noise. He peeked out of his covers and let it continue to screech. 6:30AM. The first day of high school begins. Nausea had jumbled in the pit of his stomach. The uniform he was required to wear, a pair of navy blue slacks and a red polo shirt, was more than boring. It would be the same outfit day in and day out for nine months except for weekends and holidays. The ensemble lacked style and would be like every guy in school. No creativity whatsoever. At least he didn’t have to worry about where the pant length ended like Cassandra had to with her skirt. God forbid if it wasn’t a good two inches past her knees. Something like that could get his best friend suspended.

“Ronny!” his mother hollered. “You up?”

“Yeah!” He threw his covers off, sat up, and finally switched off his shrieking alarm clock.

“How come you’re not in the bathroom yet!? Did you forget the head cheese is leaving in an hour!?” He couldn’t figure why his mother referred to his stepdad as that. Why not baldy? Or jerk? Either one fit the man perfectly. His mother married him two years after his father died when he was four.

Ronald swung his legs around and planted his bare feet onto the shag carpet. “I’m making my bed,” he lied, although that would be the next thing he would do.

He turned around and grabbed the bed covers pulling them up to the pillow. After, he smoothed out the wrinkles and tucked in the corners. Someone could have bounced a quarter off his bed.

Next, he walked toward his mirror attached to his dresser across from his bed. There, he turned on his lamp and studied his chin. No zits. Good. The crushed aspirin mixed with a little bit of water worked over night like a charm. But his dirty-blonde hair was a whole other matter. It didn’t help that he had a major cowlick smack dab in the middle of his forehead. The hairdresser called it a widow’s peak. His mother called it the Eddie Munster. He rolled his eyes as he smoothed his bangs back only to have them fall across his forehead again. It would take a lot of hair spray to keep it parted perfectly down the middle and feathered.

The door to his room swung open and smacked the wall.

Ronald jumped and veered his eyes toward the left.

“Why aren’t you moving, girly-boy?” his step father said, standing in a pair of boxers, showing off his hairy chest and pot belly. How could his mother cozy up this grody-human-being at night?

“I am.” Ronald huffed out the words. It irked him how his step dad felt the need to throw around his authority.

The man reached for his crotch and scratched.

Ronald winced, turned his attention back to the mirror, and primped his hair. What kind of person scratches their ball in front of another person? He kept the thought to himself.

 

“If I were you,” his step father said. “I’d man up before I stepped foot onto a Baptist campus. If I know what you are, they’ll for sure figure you out.”

Shelly Arkon © 2015

 

A Memorial Day Message

“We must always remember that America is a great nation today not because of what government did for people but because of what people did for themselves and for one another.”  Richard M. Nixon

Hope everyone enjoys their Memorial Day and their families.

Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly