The Trail of Wisdom

By Jeffery White

Another scared little fawn sprinkled with water into the Lutheran Church. But that wouldn't last too long. For eight years, I attended a Lutheran school situated in the middle of the city. For the last three years, I could have attended a public school which was only one block away, but instead, I traveled miles and spent hours upon hours killing time or waiting for buses. Back then, every day of my life was an exciting adventure. I could run fast and far! Then came two years at Lutheran High School. They kept putting smart kids in the seat next to me, and I had excellent vision. But then all of that changed when I got caught cheating and distributing answers. They caught me by using a college test instead of the usual high school test level. But instead, I caught the staff grading on a curve and using dumb students such as myself, quaintly peppered about, to lower the curve, hence helping marginal students achieve better grades.

Sitting in my electronics tech college class on that fate-filled day, I heard my birth date, and number 35 is what followed. I didn't know how to react. My brother had been drafted, and now me too. But my electronics teacher broke me from my stupor when he said in his air force voice, "Get your ass down to the Army Reserve Center and sign up now, right now." So I did!

I was sitting in my barracks in Fort Polk, reading the book of Revelation because of the reports I heard that languished after the Six Day War. I read it nonstop for three years until I heard that Hebrew is read backward compared to English. The most that I could glean from my fruitless endeavor was that Revelation 10 was a depiction of Tyndale's King James Bible coming to America. So I read from chapter 22 backward to chapter 1, and to my surprise, I found patterns repeated where the same poetic words are used to justify the event prophesied. Seven years later, I finished my book An Apocalyptic Interpretation, which is more or less a very rough draft compared to the expansive interpretation that I am privileged to now.

Yet my poetic spirit was still far from me until December 1980 when John Lennon was shot and killed by MDC, who initially claimed that Jesus Christ entered his room at night and directed him to kill John Lennon. MDC's story changed many times after that according to which doctor he manipulated into believing it. His initial claim was that Jesus willed it, and that piqued my interest, especially because the Bible was first and foremost on his display of lusting after the martyrdom of John Lennon. I had been reading John 1316, where Jesus couldn't get His disciples to understand that He had to die and that they would die too, but in a very special way. Whoever would kill Jesus's disciples will think that they are performing God's divine servicelatreia.

Truly, I had seen the power on the edge of the double-edged sword of poetic prophecy. They are words with two meanings. They are words that deal with very sensitive issues that can bring healing in one verse and destruction in the next. That is ‘The Price of Wisdom"!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781648019777

Book preview

Angels of History

I chose who you are and what you’re supposed to be.

You know of the truth, but you don’t want to see.

Your lives are in hell, the worst of all time.

You’ve done nothing wrong, yet you pay for the crime.

You run, but can’t find, there’s no place to hide.

There is an escape, but you can’t change their tide.

You’re sucked down by their evil, it’s you they despise.

It’s your bodies they need, so your minds they disguise.

Please guard your own thoughts, as priceless as gold.

Stay open-minded and free, not thought controlled.

So tell of your prophets, the stories they sing.

Their lives are for you, in your minds they must ring.

You’re hated and scorned, cast out to the cold.

Your deepest depressions, soon start to unfold.

The streets are your friends and so they were mine.

Little flock it’s down there, your true love will shine.

These sheep take their pasture, they’re spread everywhere.

Their reason and time, we’re not quite aware.

The knowledge they need, flows to them from within.

Their visions and love, a spirit of self-discipline.

The smoking reed that they play, echoes to truths testified.

It’s the fire of joy, coming from deep down inside.

Through abuse and rejection, they hold to their smiles.

Proof through time that was wasted, were not wasted miles.

The cross they must suffer, beyond human compare,

Will soon be uplifted and absorb their despair.

The play is the same, winds of time changed the roles.

The fire that enlightens, consumes bodies not souls.

The story unfolds to all who relate.

To others it’s vague, still unopened gate.

But to the children that suffer this great mystery,

With their knowledge of love, it’s so easy to see,

They are not children at all, but they’re…

Angels of History

An Unholy Contrivance

A brainwashed Christian or a brainwashed Muslim, I wonder which is worse?

After centuries of innocent bloodshed, they still honor their brotherly curse.

Imagine a time without them, in a world so peacefully still.

No one left to proselytize, no one left to kill.

They force you to believe, exactly what they want.

Be mindful of their theology: traumatic, coy, and blunt.

What both their holy books should say, is for anyone to guess.

A mere child’s interpretation, betters the holy scholar’s mess.

An opposing ideology is more than fearful to express.

With their minds set on destruction, the raging world is in distress.

But it’s the timelessness of religion that will suddenly egress.

Then paradise will come to earth, and the whole world will then be blessed!

Anti-Jew Anti-Gentile

Take it with a grain of salt.

Take it with a smile.

Take into consideration is it worth your while?

Take into account your life on speed dial.

Who is guilty, who is at fault?

Who should stand on trial?

Who will vouch, for their arrogant denial?

Who is the real teacher of Belial?

Which economic medium would you consult,

Captain Hook or the crocodile?

Either way, they’re both extremely vile!

Surpassing self-esteem, yet so cordial in their style.

Peculiar treasure and special jewels are waiting in the vault.

Let it be told, let it go on file.

These are the ones, they cannot beguile.

They go through life with a spiritual smile.

To be released and fly away a combination catapult.

Anxiety Heat

Time walks so slowly as it quickly speeds by.

Look back on the years and just wonder why.

Your life seemed on time, but you’re one second shy.

Yet, you never catch up, until the day that you die.

So what you are doing, or intending to be.

Let time do the walking and see what’s to see.

It’s only the future, spinning time, just ahead of me.

While happiness and joy are but a brief propensity

When the walls of despair collapse on the emptiness within

Slowly mark time and you’ll quickly begin

To realize these thoughts aren’t your commitment of sin.

Knowing quite well, this struggle is one you can’t win.

It’s the superiority of time that will rival your grin.

What can be done, to avoid such a fate?

The world you live in is the one you create.

Keeping the mind and the body in a separated state

Emotional perfection is a task that’s too great.

Inevitable compliance, if you don’t take the bait.

Always moving forward and forced to compensate.

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