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You're Too Late: How Europeans and Americans Brought the Curse of El Elohiym on Themselves
You're Too Late: How Europeans and Americans Brought the Curse of El Elohiym on Themselves
You're Too Late: How Europeans and Americans Brought the Curse of El Elohiym on Themselves
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You will accept the growth expected of you if you are to really be a true believer in the MESSIAH. There are going to be times you’re going to have to feel like you’re being stretched to the breaking point. You can call it toughing it out to see what becomes of your new understanding. That’s why I like to think about being anchored in the LORD.
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    You're Too Late - David I. Jackson

    © 2023 David I. Jackson. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or

    transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    Published by AuthorHouse 04/04/2023

    ISBN: 978-1-7283-7711-7 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-7283-7710-0 (e)

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2023900665

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    Scripture quotations are from the Holy Bible, King James Version (Authorized Version). First published in 1611. Quoted from the KJV Classic Reference Bible, Copyright © 1983 by The Zondervan Corporation.

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    CONTENTS

    Preface

    Chapter 1     Who I Am

    Chapter 2     His Name Is Yahusha Hamashiach

    Chapter 3     The Causeless Curse

    Chapter 4     Powerful Declarations To Place Or Reverse The Curse

    Chapter 5     1948

    Chapter 6     Suddenly I’m The Hated

    Chapter 7     Yahudiym, You Will Remember

    Chapter 8     Death And Destruction (Part 1)

    Chapter 9     Death And Destruction (Part 2)

    Chapter 10   The Iberian Persecution

    Chapter 11   Obadiah’s Vision

    Chapter 12   Neo-Persecution

    Chapter 13   Deuteronomy 28

    Chapter 14   The Lemba

    Chapter 15   There Are Too Many Negro’s

    Chapter 16   How To Receive Your Salvation

    Appendix 1

    Few of us have had an apprenticeship in being an Israelite!

    I want to thank YAHUAH the Most High who I’d like to show my appreciation to for helping me to write. Without Him there would be no reason to write this book. I also thank my mother, Maynetta Troutman, the owner and editor of the former New Jersey Chronicle newspaper who made me read books to her as a child. I thank Fejowu Love Ima my Nigerian friend. She kept encouraging me again and again to write my book. I also want to show my gratitude to Navec a writer from the Congo who I’ve had many conversations over the years about religion. I can’t forget Kathy and Michelle, Andrew and Carolyn who help me in various ways in living.

    PREFACE

    The bookstore was really crowded after service. It’s 1997, the pastor had committed to a masterful display of wordsmanship when he delivered his message that morning and the crowded church bookstore was evident. My eyes were focused on the couple just ahead of me in the cash register line. The discussion of the books they were about to buy piqued my interest. He was looking down at the books she was about to purchase. She said, I’d rather buy it now while we’re here. Still looking at the two books she was about to pay for, he pointed at one of her selections. He responded, This doesn’t really make sense. She was about to pay for a brand-new King James Bible. I don’t know why you don’t just buy the New Testament. That’s all we need anyway." I thought of his economic reasoning that somehow made sense, but I couldn’t help thinking about all they’d miss from the stories, the wisdom, and the apostles. People are always trying to save money but at what cost? There was too much to lose as I thought of David, Isaiah, Esther, and Daniel even Job as much as I dread reading his book over again. I imagined missing out on God’s strange responses to Ezekiel for the people he was responsible for. He wouldn’t have a chance to figure out how all of the men and women who loved the MESSIAH so much that they gave their lives to spread His message. They must read about YAHUSHA and the Torah and what it’s supposed to mean to the person who is in love with reading the Word of GOD.

    Acts 17:6 And when they found them not, they drew Jason and certain brethren unto the rulers of the city, crying, These that have turned the world upside down are come hither also…

    I was in bed and just waking up one morning. It was the period just before being fully awake. God would often speak to me during those times. He had to get my attention at the times when I wasn’t busy. I didn’t give Him the time that I should have during my waking hours. I’m still learning, even at my age, but what He said to me that morning really got my attention. I consider His words even though it was 30 years ago. He said, Things are going to change but it’s going to cost you. What in the world did He mean by that? I wondered as sleep slowly left me. I did like the idea of things changing because to be honest they weren’t going that great for me at the time. However, it was the cost of the expected change that really woke me up. What could He have meant by the cost? I remember telling one of the pastors at the church I attended at the time what the Holy Spirit said to me. She had a look of worry on her face, then she said, You really need to pray about that Word.

    Many years later I was in bed trying to get to sleep but there was something nagging me, and I knew what it was. I had been watching TV and saw on the news that they’ve killed another one. I could not take any more killing and brutalizing of one more African American. From seeing the whites only signs in Virginia as a child, to the seemingly endless freestyle shooting and killing of another black life. I knew something was wrong and the Hamite curse that Europeans taught us just wasn’t doing it for me. There was a time in my life when I had cast off everything that represented the Judeo-Christian ethic. Being raised a Christian in the African Methodist Episcopal church, I was given these righteous beliefs from an early age. I can think of a time when my mother took my older brother and I to church in West Philadelphia. I was about 3 or 4 years of age. As I sat next to her that morning, I happened to look up at the huge stained-glass window containing the image of Jesus Christ a few feet behind and just above pastor Theophilus E. Harper as he preached to us the Word. I can’t remember the sermon that morning, but I do remember what I was feeling at the time. It was a scene I won’t forget. The sun was shining through the glass at just the right angle. It shown through Jesus’ smiling face, and it seemed like He was looking right at me. A whole host of feelings within overwhelmed me and I began to cry silently. It’s unfortunate that at the same time, my mother wasn’t feeling the same thing when she happened to look down at me. She reached over and pinched my leg. It was hard enough to snap me out of whatever I was feeling about the image of Jesus Christ. The JESUS in that stained-glass window was white but it didn’t matter one way or the other. I loved Him when I thought He was white, and I loved Him when I discovered He was the same color that I am. There were some detours that took me off course. Detours that were a waste of my time and effort. I remember a time, about 45 years ago, while waiting for the subway to take me to work in Philadelphia. There was a young woman who walked up to me and asked me if I knew JESUS. I had, at that time, sworn off my Judeo-Christian ethic. I wasn’t really prepared for a question like that because I was a Buddhist at the time. But I had an answer for this dear sister. I said to her, How can you believe in a God that would allow an entire race of people to be enslaved and treated so horribly as slaves? I made it quite clear I was a revolutionary, and I was at a point in my life when I didn’t want to hear about Jesus, or anything related to a just GOD. I had to wait 14 years to be brought back to the TRUTH of GOD’s Word to understand the thing that was so confusing to me at the time. I had no idea that I would be doing the exact same type of witnessing that she was doing in the future some 15 or 16 years later. Something within me had changed. The devil had really done a job on me, the child who loved Jesus. Changing me to someone who hated the thought of loving a Jesus who would allow the world to hate all so-called black people. It’s funny how things change in a person’s life and how change, growth, and development can take place in a single lifetime. I had gone from Christian to Buddhist and back again. When I think about it now, I have to say for EL ELOHIYM to put such a heavy curse on an entire race of people like the Negro, for no reason at all, would really frustrate all of my biblical training. From what I have learned about Him initially, it would go against His way of thinking and doing. I could not wrap my head around the fact that the African diaspora that have been scattered all over the face of the earth and enslaved for no spiritual reason at all, just on a divine whim, seemed so meaningless. It was the question that EL ELOHIYM answered so completely. It was the answer that led me down this path to understanding what it means to be a bloodline Hebrew. I am not a black Hebrew Israelite as the media likes to refer to us. The title of Hebrew Israelite is much more than sufficient.

    I have a friend who was a Christian. But after an emotional mishap with someone she had loved, who turned out to not be all that she had hoped for, she changed her mind and switched from Christianity to Buddhism. I don’t know if that is the only reason she made such a radical change because she would not tell me much about her reasons. I can only guess. However, she fell for the trap like I did so many years ago. Life can really throw you some curve balls and can have an eternal effect on you if you don’t know how to hit them. I pray for her quite a bit these days, almost every day, to receive the same truth I did. I received JESUS CHRIST after experiencing the truth about Buddhism for 14 years. Jesus is now known to me by his proper Hebrew name which is YAHUSHA HAMASHIACH. However, I wonder why she didn’t ask me what I had learned about Buddhism in 14 years? It’s my prayer that many people read this book. If you don’t know Him, you will before you come to the end of this book or your life. If you don’t know Him, but you’re in a hurry to introduce yourself to Him even before you read the book, just turn to the index and you’ll find a page that reads How To Receive Salvation. You can read the prayer on the page and be on your way to a life of discovery and adventure with the true living HAMASHIACH or CHRIST THE MESSIAH.

    I’d like to take a different approach to the true Israelite or Ivriym documentation. Ivriym is the correct name for the people that YAHUAH has chosen. Israelite is not the name used by the people of today that are chosen of YAHUAH, but I’ll use the name most used by the world, so I don’t confuse people that aren’t familiar with the correct name. I believe I am an Israelite because of an experience I had like thousands, possibly millions, of other Negro people who have awakened to something spoken of in the book of Romans the entire chapter 11. Because for one thing, the people involved are two-fold. There are people that the Bible says are going to heaven and a joyful, eternal, living existence because they chose to believe in YAHUSHA. And those who are destined to hell’s eternal gnashing of teeth because they have failed to believe in his redemptive power. Sadly, there will be Israelites and Christians on both sides of that statement. There are Israelites and Christians going to either place because their belief system does not have YAHUSHA HAMASHIACH. It is because they refuse to believe in JESUS CHRIST. But the focus of this book is the effect that believing who the true Israelites are and who they are not according to GOD, the Bible, history, geography, and archeology. Discovering that you are an Israelite alone will not save you, but believing in YAHUSHA HAMASHIACH in your heart will. So, develop your relationship with Him. It took a while getting here, but here I am. I’ll let those who want to claim that they are expert geneticists talk about DNA, but I choose not to. I’ll let the experts expound on that subject. There are too many groups and countries scrambling for the rights to own the database of the companies that have compiled millions of DNA libraries. Even China has made a claim for such a database, and I wonder why.

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    Chapter 1

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    WHO I AM

    The two scripture passages below are important to the world today and will become more important and apparent in the days, months, and perhaps years ahead. They tell us that YAHUAH/GOD feels LOVE for almost every person on earth, but especially about a certain people group that exists in the world today. There is another group of people that GOD says He hates. What and where are those people? And more importantly is, who are they? The first passage of scripture contains words that are actually from THE MOST HIGH or God as He is referred to by most. He’s talking about what will happen to him or her who curses or does wrong to YAH’S chosen people.

    WHY I BELIEVE WE ARE THE CHOSEN PEOPLE

    Genesis 12:3 And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed.

    He says three statements that many people take seriously. We understand about His two statements about blessing at the beginning and ending of Genesis 12:3. It’s the middle statement about cursing that this book is about. What could YAHUAH be so angry about that He says, He’ll curse them?

    And the second passage of scripture is YAHUAH as He speaks to Abram firstly, and secondly about that same group of people that YAHUAH seems to concern Himself a great deal with.

    Genesis 15:13 And he said unto Abram, know of a surety that thy seed shall be a stranger in a land that is not theirs, and shall serve them; and they shall afflict them four hundred years; 14 And also that nation, whom they shall serve, will I judge: and afterward shall they come out with great substance.

    Thirdly, He speaks about the people who YAHUAH will deal very harshly with. That harsh treatment has already begun, but it’s not readily apparent why they deserve such treatment. For four hundred years they have done all that they could to dehumanize the true chosen people of YAHUAH, but afterward, the chosen people will come out of that situation with great abundance. I will share my thoughts about who the people are in those two important scriptures. I’ll also add excerpts from certain books you can find at any bookseller regarding the people I talk about. There are many purveyors of the white supremacist version of Christianity today and they are beginning to realize that their judgement has begun. In the summer of 2022, there was a devastating flood in the center of the U.S. and people seemed to have been swept away. There was a woman who had lost track of someone close to her. That was surprising enough, but I took special interest in her eyes. I’ve never seen such a look of terror in any person interviewed by a TV reporter. I felt bad for her.

    When I was 18 years old, I worked in a TV repair shop. It was an after-school job that paid really bad, but it was an interesting job. I met some interesting people, and I got the chance to be outside quite a bit which kept me from being bored to tears. I worked for an Ashkenazi Jewish man named Samuel Adelleski. Samuel preferred a shorter version of his last name which sounded more anglicized than Adelleski. There were times when we weren’t busy, and I could do some reading or study if I had a mind to. One night when we had some downtime, I had been reading a book called The Autobiography of Malcolm X. Mr. Adell, being Jewish, didn’t take kindly to the fact that I was reading this manifesto to a world of Islam against his people in his Jewish establishment. And he voiced his concern accordingly. I didn’t even think it would be a problem. You can blame it on my lack of thinking clearly at my young age regarding the way one community would react to the actions of another community. In this case one a so-called black person and the other a European Jew. Anyway, there was a black electronics specialist working there, named Mr. Winston, who wouldn’t allow any of Mr. Adell’s preconceived notions about race affect my educational endeavors. Even though Mr. Adell successfully voiced his feelings, I was glad Mr. Winston took up for me. Although there were a few instances where I would be reprimanded by either of the two older men that worked there. All in all, it was a relatively peaceful place to work. However, there was one night there when Mr. Adell told me something I can’t understand how I could have forgotten, but I did. It was a quiet night, and it was just Mr. Adell and I working there. We weren’t busy, and it was this kind of night when he would like to impart some of his worldly wisdom. I remember the look that was on his face as he lit one of his Winston cigarettes. He began by telling me about a trip he had taken to Israel some years ago. From the expression on his face, it must have been a memorable trip. He started by telling me about something he saw while there. He told me about a painting of JESUS CHRIST. As he continued, he said this painting wasn’t a painting of an Arabic looking man, nor a white man, nor an olive-skinned man. He said it was an ancient painting of a black man. Then he said he believes that all so-called African Americans are one of the lost tribes of Israel. At the time I wasn’t sure if I believed him. Eventually, I forgot all about that conversation with Mr. Adell in 1971. Now in the 21st century, as I think about that conversation, I wonder how Mr. Adell concluded that an old painting of Jesus Christ was in anyway connected to the so-called African American people.

    In 2015-16 I remember the police were killing so called African-American people so frequently in the land of the free you would think they were at war with us. This killing has been going on for more time than that, but seems that because everyone carries a camera now you are seeing the results much more. Even though the killing has been happening for decades the cell phone reveals just how wicked this country really is. The truth is the police are at war with black people. Historically, the police have been the paddy rollers in black communities’ nationwide. A paddy roller is the name given to white overseers in the time before the Civil War in the antebellum South. They had the authority to stop and question a black person he thought might be up to a crime or trying to escape or even trying to start an insurrection of some sort. It would really depend on a certain fear that the paddy roller had. Eventually, the paddy rollers evolved into the police forces nationwide. They were particularly racist in the Southeastern part of the U.S., and they still held that fear of us. There are two police forces in the U.S. One for white people and the other for black people. I personally haven’t had the problems with police that others have had, but, I have been around long enough to know the nature of the European mind towards black people. I don’t say all of them are hateful but many of them hate the Negro and to them we are beyond redemption. The American police reflect the world view of the European as he relates to the African and the Negro which are comprised of the black people I speak of. According to scripture, the Negro is hated by everyone on the planet. Even the African as I’ll explain later in this document. I’ll say it again, that not all the populace of the world hates us, but I’m speaking collectively for each one. But it’s my belief that the European does hate the so-called African diaspora because in this country they are who we encounter the most when we travel. The police are supposed to be people who have a responsibility to protect us, but they have historically taken on a different role for so called African Americans.

    1 John 2:11 - But he that hateth his brother is in darkness, and walketh in darkness, and knoweth not whither he goeth, because that darkness hath blinded his eyes.

    The truth is, they are at war with us, the people that are supposed to be citizens of this country. But this war requires an explanation because the reasons go much deeper. The reasons are ancient and spiritual. (2 Chronicles 7:14)

    One night as I lay in bed, and before dozing off to sleep, I was troubled by the deadly encounters I had been watching over and over on TV. The results were on every news channel, and I was really troubled about the things I was witnessing. I said in my frustration, LORD how do they get away with continually killing us as readily and as easily as they do? There was something deep inside me questioning for an answer and was crying out for the reasons why. I knew that there is a cause for everything that happens, and that there is a spiritual root that occurs. But what I didn’t know, was the reasons for the deadly result I was seeing. So, I asked THE MOST HIGH why? The answer didn’t come that night. But when it came, I was totally shocked because my years of biblical training hadn’t prepared me for the answer that was to come 3 days later. I had been reading the Bible for years, but it just never occurred to me that the true Hebrew people were the so-called black people that were scattered all over the world. I finally drifted off to sleep. I could feel this anger and frustration even asleep. I was too familiar with the feeling I was experiencing.

    I had heard it discussed on several programs. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is what it’s called. It’s what you feel after a prolonged battle as is exemplified with many of our former U.S. servicemen. We each have ways to deal with it. It includes wars, crimes, fires, accidents, death of a loved one, or abuse of some form. Is it transferred from generation to generation? Some doctors claim it can be, but four hundred years is a long time to go through the kind of brutal, animalistic treatment that the so-called African American endured at the financial profit motive of the Europeans.

    I was on YouTube, and subjects were being presented to me when I came across an Israeli woman. I had seen plenty of Israelis before, so that wasn’t unusual, but what she said was. She said, I just heard that you black people who were stolen from Africa to America don’t know who you are. But you are the children of YAHWEY, the children of Israel. And I’m telling you that you must come back to Zion because as the Gentiles, we need you because you are our saviors. What she said rocked me to my core. I had a difficult time believing if her words were true because of the unsubstantiated way in which they were delivered. However, as time went on, I heard one Ashkenazi Jewish person after another say the same thing. For a moment I thought about Mr. Adell. I know for sure that what you

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