Solomon’s Stables

Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed nomine tuo da glorium

 

We are rams, we are not the Shepherd, we are not the trusted sheepdogs of the Shepherd’s who are the messengers of Shepherd, nor are we the hirelings. We are Rams, we have been Rams since before we were given over to the Shepherd, and the voices we heard in those days were of the Power and the Spirit. We were rams when our Shepherd was in the stars. Our Father is the LORD of the land, he gave all sheep the fear of wolves, in the rams HE heightened our senses of wolves so we would know their coming from their stench and could move the flock away from danger. 

 

Now we all have a Shepherd, He came to us, but now He is away, He has left his sheepdogs to gather us and to keep the wolves at bay. Often they are far away, but they are with us, we hear them bark the words of the Shepherd, words of encouragement and warnings. Often we see men who are the hirelings who are sent by the Shepherd to look in on us, sometimes they take care of our needs while the Shepherd is away. They bring us food from the Shepherd.

 

Sometimes these men call themselves shepherd’s, they stay longer than the others do, but they are hirelings for we as sheep know the voice of the Shepherd. As sheep we trust, we trust that the Shepherd’s sheepdogs have passed them through, for they are to present their hands to the sheep to smell the scent of the sheepdogs and the scent of the Shepherd, so the sheep will know who sent them. The sheep smell not the hands as they eat the food the hireling brings them to, for they do not care who sends them now, they only want to be feed, the forgot the scent of wolves and now wolves are among us.

 

True faith is the reassuring scent of the Shepherd and was this scent that was passed on to the sheepdogs from the Shepherd. The true Apostles are the sheepdogs of the Shepherd.  The scent of the Shepherd in the flesh is the scent of a true messenger of the Shepherd.

 

Nevertheless, sheep trust too much, for there was a wolf-hybrid, who came up to the Shepherd's dogs. He had the scent of a dog, but inside he was a wolf. The Shepherd’s sheepdogs felt something strange about this hybrid, so they tested him. The brother of the Shepherd put him with a trusted hireling, one who was trusted by the Shepherd through the Spirit, one who the brother knew to be true to the Shepherd. This hybrid was very good and brave, and he did fine when the trusted hand looked after him. After his first test, he was tested again for obedience to the voice of the Shepherd, he was given once secret from the Shepherd he was told to wait with the trusted hand.

 

One time, one of the Shepherd’s sheepdogs went to see the hybrid and the trusted hand in a city to the north. He was the oldest of the Shepherd’s sheepdogs, and the Shepherd gave him special keys. He found the hybrid teaching the lambs to eat that what was forbidden. The old sheepdog stood up to the hybrid, and alone the hybrid ran away. 

 

With the lupine blood in his veins, and the scent of those innocent lambs waiting for the Shepherd was simply too irresistible for his wolfish hunger. He ran around to all the lambs in a pasture far from the pasture the sheepdog’s were just then guarding, he pretended to be a sheepdog sent by the Shepherd, he even told the sheep to smell the other sheepdogs on him. He told them to smell the smell of the Shepherd on him. However, the smell of the Shepherd was tainted by the blood of the wolf.

 

The scent of faith from the Shepherd was on the hybrid, but was also mixed with his lupine scent, it alters it, and it polluted it.  Like the little scroll that John ate. It smells good when it first comes, but later when it is all over the sheep, it gives off a foul, nauseous odor. Their senses became dulled, and they cannot longer smell the wolf, they have forgotten to fear the wolf.

 

However, some rams of the Lord of the land who were not yet given to the Shepherd did complain of the awful smell the hybrid had, and they chased him from the flock. In cunning words he come to say that the sheepdogs that the Shepherd choose we fools and only the hybrid had seen the light.    

 

It is the sheepdogs who let the hirelings into the flock when the Shepherd is away. Still, there are hirelings that lust for wealth and praise, the hybrid “licensed these” men, and then he placed on them the false and stolen scent of the true sheepdogs, just a faint scent of the Shepherd. For the Shepherd said to His sheep that His food is free, but the bleating of the sheep does not let them hear the voice of the Shepherd, they hear the voice of another shepherd, a shepherd who came out of a rock, and they pay for what is already theirs. These hirelings have made a bargain with that hybrid and his master the Thief. They are allowed to sell the food the Shepherd has said he would send to us, only if they called the hybrid a sheepdog. For their part of the bargain, they must add iniquity to the food the Shepherd, they are to let other wolves dressed as lambs come into the flock, and they are to run away when a wolf seizes a lamb. They leave the sheep alone to hear the cries of the lamb as the wolf drags it away into the thicket.

 

The Shepherd is sleeping, the sheepdogs are far away from us, barking there are wolves about, we know that there is one sheepdog to many, and the hireling cannot be trusted. Who will stand in front of the wolves, who will value the lambs? We the rams who remember the love of our LORD and our LADY, it is we who stand between the lamb and the wolf.

 

We are rams of LORD of the land given to the Shepherd for we know His voice. Because we are His, we know that that dark voice of the shepHerd of the hybrid is not the voice of our Shepherd. We know the voice of the Shepherd and we follow His voice. We are the rams that Yahweh created for we remember the scent of wolves.

 

We stand off from the flock, to watch the flock. We spend our time alone, we pickup the scents and the sounds that are in the wind. We listen for the things that the Shepherd has said. We return to the flock with words from the Shepherd.

 

Noise and clamor we hear and scents and smoke we smell. Voices of the Shepherd’s sheepdogs their smells are true, tells us to listen to what we hear.

 

The Shepherd is coming; the LORD of the land has called for the harvest of all the lands. The Shepherd has said to move the flock out of the tares and into the wheat. The tares part of the food that the hirelings feed to the sheep; they hinder the harvest and poison the sheep, to the fires they must go. The Shepherd had said the servants of the LORD first gather them to burn, and then we will see how much wheat has grown. The Shepherd has told us that the servants of the LORD will use a wide sickle and a fast stroke when they harvest the tares, and there is danger for the sheep that the tares have snared. We must move out of the tares and into the wheat. The scent of the Shepherd is found in the wheat.         

 

There are stream that lead to rivers that drown in doubt and bramble that grows to thickets that snare in fear that separate the fields of wheat and tares. We must not travel the road that the hybrid did cut out for us, the road the hirelings did travel from time to time. The Shepherd warned many sheep would travel that road in comfort and speed, and fattened for the slaughter this is where this road does end.    

 

The wolves are coming for what will be their last hour to feed. They wait in ambush along the banks of the river as they lie in wait in the thicket.        

 

The Shepherd did take a path, for the servants of the LORD made it. This was the path prepared for the Shepherd, it that leads through the land. It is narrow path full of deep valleys and of high hills. It goes against the currents of doubt and passes through the thickets of fear. This is the path that the Shepherd said we are to take, the shepherd said we are to follow him.

 

We can follow this path and know it is true, for the LADY of the land kissed every lamb born, we know HER scent. The LADY was with the servants of the LORD of the land comforting them with words from their LORD, and HER scent we will find when our path is true. The Shepherd said we are to remember HER scent, when he said to remember that you were a lamb. The Shepherd told us to find His land we must remember to be as lambs.

 

Now we have told the flock what we have heard, and they look at their feet. Bah’ing and bleating to themselves all they do is shuffle their feet. They call us angry old fools, we bully the flock, we challenge the goats and we are angry because we are not in the wheat, and they blah and they bleat then they look to their feet. 

 

The do not know, and nor do they care the burden we bear. We must be vigilant for the wolves in the clothing of sheep that hirelings bring with them, if they gather there is danger. They fatten the sheep, while they teach the lambs to grow into disobedient little sheep, and teach them to eat the tares. They entice the lamb with innocent gestures, as they move the lambs away from the flock.

 

If they are not challenged more wolves will come. Woe to the flock to which the wolves have come, you go to hireling, and you see him run. Scattered is the flock.

 

When close to the bramble we chase the lamb back to the flock. We watch the ewe and the lamb stray not from our sight. The flock is our home. Haunted is the ram that bears in the heart, the memory of the cries of the lamb from the sheep and the goat, as they were dragged to the thicket devoured by wolves.

 

We challenge the sheep that flock with goats. The goats can eats tares, but the sheep should only eat wheat. Tares are the food that the shepHerd had the hybrid sow that will poison the sheep. Look at the goats that eat the tares, they run and they jump, in front of the flock they do frolic, while the sheep don’t eat wheat and from the tares they moan as with a colic.

 

Here is the secret the hybrid did not finish to tell. It is true that in a twinkling of an eye we are changed, and the inside becomes the outside. The rest of the secret he did not tell is that you become what you eat, be it tares or wheat. Those that eat the wheat grow up to be sheep, and those that eat the tares become angry old goats.   

 

To be a ram of Yahweh is to stand against the traditions of the flock, it is to challenge the hireling to the surprise of the flock, it is to risk your life and honor in the flock for the same of the lamb. There is no reward in the flock for you, your reward comes from seeing the faces of Yahweh and the Shepherd on they day you deliver the remnant of the flock. You must look for the lost sheep, but never abandon the flock. If a lamb is lost, you must trust that this lamb the Shepherd will find. Your task is to guide the sheep from the fields of tares to the fields of wheat. You have very little time to do this.

 

If this is the message in your heart, contact Ayish el, and Ayish will speak to you.

 

 

The Militum or Soldiers of the Shepherd.