Four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie, the kitchen is hot, Sermon One

©copyright all rights reserved, Sweet Beulah Land, April 24, 2011

Good afternoon, or evening, it depends on where you are from. I know we have many from Louisiana, some Georgians. This is the Atlanta Georgians, the one in North America, due South. [laughter, people are looking around, checking out to see if they recognize anyone]

We that have come together for this healing time, came by invitation. This roughly written up invitation was from a dream, that I could not ignore any longer. Throughout my journey, there have been times, where Creator has urged me to a place or circumstances, to help. Sweet Beulah knows she was probably not the first, second or third person who was urged, or nudged in these times, Beulah knows, she was the last choice... [she quietly, scans the growing crowd, with a pitiful look on her face]. Waiting, she finally speaks, because when I said yes, he didn't have to look anymore. [Smiling] Beulah was the last one, because once He found me, He didn't have to look any longer!

From the git go, let me make this clear; each one of you are talented, and more spiritually founded than many who call themselves Christians or saved. Do not worry, you are not any less able to communicate with God, than any other person.

This is an endowment, or investment we can agree to take on. Special ones have a burden for other people and the problems the face on a daily basis. I do believe this is what drew you to this revival, and what makes that divine part glow and pulsate in your life..

Every person with a maternal instinct; has a heightened sense of their surroundings, down to knowing by the breathing patterns of their children and husband, that something has changed, one floor and 5 rooms away.

There are men born with maternal instincts...there is nothing wrong with that. Sister Land just felt a giant intake of breath, on that one. I think if men were supposed to be left out of the mother/maternal/feminine mix, they would not have been born with nipples and breasts. As the old southern saying goes; "that makes as much sense, as tits on a boar hog". Boars are not born with teats, men are. What more can you say?

[A slightly shocked, stilted laughter, turns into 15 minutes of laughing so hard, people all around the camp ground are crying, snotting, breaking in hysterical laughter. Sweet Beulah Land, cannot help but laugh, cry and walk around in thankful mode, so glad that the healing has begun. These poor, precious and valuable warriors, have come the roughest and steepest paths. Cursed by those who try to navigate two rivers at the same time.].

What Sister Land is trying to say is, although I do have gifts, and extra sense of perception, it is not exclusive to me, Sweet Beulah Land, has been given an opportunity to help heal, and bring an Army of displaced believers, agnostics and whomever, together. We are needed in this world.

We are the choir! {Laughter, as understanding dawns, on those who have been waiting to be pounded with Scriptures, admonitions of backsliding and more curses for those who chose an honest life, rather than one dictated by small and twisted dictators}, that admonitions are not coming.

It is simple. Love, healing balm, kind words, laughter, and the telling of stories are the pleasant part of healing, the other part, not so fun, will be those who wish to talk about what has been committed to hidden silence; the horrors suffered at the hands, of those twisting Gospel (good news) and Messiah, into unrecognizable, monstrous means of mind control.

We are more comfortable when our lives fit a peaceful and workable pattern. Depending upon our raising, and our religious indoctrinations, can cause us to react to disturbances in various manners.

I do know that the many who hold the words of The Holy Bible, are anxious because there have not been any Scripture discussed. Others, who were ambassadors, within the order, and sameness of their houses of worship, are feelin' a bit antsy, because we are not doing things like that, here and now.

Today is a brand new day. Those who have responded to the Revival invitations, and posters, are invited, and will not be here without physical nourishment. More people in North America have lost their jobs, than not. It is official, America reached the tipping point.

This healing revival, is going to feed, and provide facilities for each one who wants and has a need, to stay. We will not take monetary donations. This revival, will go as long as it goes. Common sense dictates, that if you have food, ingenuity, or skills you want to use to contribute, then do your best to help and contribute, we will all be just fine.

Everyone here knows "the rules". Every person who has responded, know Creator, and Creator knows them, personally and on the real. That is who this revival is for.

• Ministers, priests, and preachers who no longer believe in God.
• Leaders are servants, instead, they act like the Biggest Losers, and Beulah is not talking about Fat Boot Camp! {Smiles, Laughter, some are weeping, but smiling}.
• Fathers, and step-fathers have stepped out of bounds, forgetting their duty to protect, and walk in honor, they have followed their lusts instead.

Lastly, and worstly {Laughter} Yes, my red clay streak, is showing. But what the family patriarch has done is cursed. it is horror.

• Christian sponsored, foster care and orphanages, especially those cloned as Christian Indian Schools, did not spread the Gospel, but instead a horrible plague of hopelessness.

Physicians if they were called or gifted in healing, they are not free to use that natural talent, or bent for healing. They must abide by the Insurers. Insurance, pharmaceuticals and attorneys. It has become all about the Benjamin's, and nothing about Ben's stomach, head or heart.

As we have seen the office of physician changed so drastically, we have had such a shift in the thinking of those who historically held positions of power. It is making this a mean Country, and a third-world one, quite quickly.

What matters is that you have remained honest before your Creator. Your faith, has always been strong and sound, it is people you have had the problem with. Please, listen to this song. Please, stop thinking about the boundaries and judgements put  on you by others. 

Listen, drink, and be filled. Healing already is taking place, I hope this rendition, by Angels in Harlem choir will bless you, and set your imagination free. Enjoy.

Tonight's sermon is taken from an old childhood Nursery Rhyme:

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, Four and Twenty blackbirds baked into a pie, When the pie was opened the birds began to sing, wasn't this a tasty dish to set before the King?... An old nursery rhyme from memory.

Another version, is "Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye, Four and Twenty Blackbirds baked in a pie, when the pie was opened, the birds began to sing, wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king? 

The King was in his counting house, counting all his money, the Queen was in the parlor, eating bread and honey. The Maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes, when down came a Blackbird, and pecked off her nose" (famous quotes me) 

For those of you born before 1975, this is probably a ditty you have heard, or sung. In other words, this is a familiar scale used by children world over, to sing while jumping rope.

Another saying that I grew up hearing was; "If you cannot stand the heat, get out of the kitchen!"

These two stanzas are where our sermon is coming from tonight. We are not going to use Scripture and verse. There will be no "shoulds", "occupied crosses", or punishment and self-sacrificing tonight. We are going to hear some real words, for the times, and on the understanding of every level of sophistication. Is God unable to work through the simple words of a nursery rhyme that is several hundred years old? Maybe the Creator you have stuffed into a box of religious constraint, cannot, but my Creator is not contained, nor constrained. 

The focus, of course is healing the broken hearted, setting the captive free...The Bible has been preached and twisted by mankind, year after year. We do not continue to preach Christ, and him Crucified, we will preach and teach a Risen, and living Christ. This is to them who have already had the message of Salvation beaten into their consciences, pinched and prodded into shape by church folks. "Preach the Gospel to those who have not heard..." Anything else is debate, and arguing. That is Not the message Jesus of Nazareth came to Earth to spread. It is healing, and loving everyone, especially the unlovable. Feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, healing the diseased and broken-hearted. 

At the beginning of the Church founded by the disciples of Christ, there was a newfound freedom of worship. The Vail of the Temple, that at one time housed the Ark of the Covenant, that was built to such specifications, to house the Holiest of Holies. When Jesus Christ was given the Death Penalty by his society, after his grievous torture, and death, "...the vail of the Temple was torn from top to bottom..." Matthew 27;51-52 Not only was the vail torn in two, an earthquake happened, rocks ripped in half, and Jerusalem had zombies for 40 days and nights. You will not hear this taught or preached much, but there it sits. 

The main point is, when that curtain which separated God from common everyday people was torn, when Christ was torn, when Earth was torn, when Death was torn a new one, (Laughter, and shouting), everything about religion, and salvation changed. Now, someone as lowly and unimportant as Beulah Land, can come directly to the Creator, and discuss life, problems, thanksgiving with God. This is for all. 

Saint Paul aka Saul of Tarsus, had severe problems with this. He actually undid a lot of Christ's teaching rather quickly. He despised women, and it shows throughout his letters. He despised anyone who wasn't a Jew. This shows as well. Paul talks about his thorn in the flesh, I have heard it sussed out every which way. His problem was RELIGION! He could not stop being Religious, and accept the grace of such a free salvation. 

 They were sewing the temple curtains back, bringing back the burnt offering, keeping Christ on a Bloody torturous cross, re-crucifying Him daily with their twisted bent of religion...

This nursery rhyme shows a similar evolution, as with the Christian religion that has grown up after years of twisting, pruning and corruption.

• Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie: I have heard that blackbirds were considered a delicacy, and that is was a court jester, who came up with the idea of entertaining his King. The problem with that definition, is that "when the pie was opened, the birds began to sing..." This is more like a rubber stamp approval to destroy a bunch of birds for the lusty tastes of a King and Queen.
• The second story I have found surrounding this nursery rhyme is, that it was code used by Pirates, specifically Blackbeard, back in the day. This was a code song used to recruit more pirates. This makes sense.

The maid, she is expendable. She is considered valueless, and loses the most over this entire transaction. These kingly types forget, if all of the maids are destroyed, they are going to be doing the grunt work. Progress, right?

It is getting hot in the kitchen, who can stay? 

Those who have carelessly re-sown the Vail of the Temple curtains, have attempted to stop the Good Work, and Good Works spread by Jesus of Nazareth. What has been done in the name of Christianity, historically has been horrifying. Today, Religion has become bought and paid for by political parties, and it is eerily close to the same thinking this world had, before a kind and gracious, divine Teacher touched Earth. 

It is getting hot in here, and it is going to get hotter. What do we need here? What do we need precious Children? Do we need more heat? Do we need more Ruling Class dictatorship to take the place of a cool and healing Salvation? It has, except they threw out the goodness, when they corrupted it. 

Any person who stands between you and your Higher Power, has undone what was accomplished on that horrible day. How will you know them? Do they have love? Do they love their enemies as much as themselves? Do they love this beautiful Creation? Do they constantly demand your sacrifices and offerings, while filling their chests with gold? Do their congregations suffer, members filing bankruptcy to keep on "giving until it hurts?" Are these religious ones living, driving and wearing the best, while their members do without? 

The King, the Queen and the Maid... I am liking the Pirates more everyday. It is getting Hot, let us get out of the kitchen, and into the streets. Let us quit pleasing crazy Kings, and lusting Queens, let us be compassionate to the maids. Let us get out, and be that healing, and feeding, and blessing to the world we have left.

Happy Ressurection, Happy Empty Tomb, Happy Life, Happy Hope, Happy Healing!

I am thankful for the diversity of those who have come. Thank you to everyone who has contributed to our meals. We are going to head to the camping areas, and enjoy our Creation. My greatest hope, is that instead of leaving here with a big question mark, guilt or fear, you will smile and laugh, maybe cry...to feel those feelings shielded by trauma. 

Know you are important. We are the rough and tumble bunch, but we all have wild angels, who have kept us from things we do not even know. We are the second string, surprise. 

Blessings to each one of you! Peace and love.