Snakes And Swine
Bob Neumann
Marion North Carolina USA
(In all the years I have served THE MOST HIGH I never thought I would have "one" like this. but it is timely, to say the least)
I found myself being awakened by a cold muzzle and a soft whining sound. It seemed someone needed a DOOR to be opened. The fact that I had fallen asleep on the sofa is not new. Nor being awakened by my BABY...our baby...since our nest has emptied my wife can pour her affection on someone who returns it UNCONDITIONALLY. So I padded barefoot to a side door where we normally "let the dog out". And dutifully opened said door and watched a rapidly wagging tail go through the door into the "COLD OUTSIDE".
"COLD OUTSIDE" is what you can expect in the mountains in mid DECEMBER. But what I did not expect to see was the hinder parts suddenly stop and simultaneously I watched the tail stop wagging and a "LOW DEEP GROWL" filled my ears. With all that I jerked the door completely open and searched for what had put my BABY into attack mode.
WARNING MODE is loud clear barking. ATTACK MODE is a deep growl with ears laid back and BABY crouching to jump...
Only there was nothing there... Or let me say that was my first thought as I scanned "MY YARD" at my eye level. I felt surprised that BABY was growling and I "saw" nothing.... until I looked WHERE my DOG was looking...
On the frozen grass was a COPPERHEAD...and I could see where it had slowly crawled to the DOOR THAT WOULD BE OPENED...and it was there I realized I was not seeing things in THE NATURAL. And my first thought was "THIS IS NOT NATURAL!". Call me slow...I know...but that part of my brain kicked in like it always does. The night was well below freezing... snakes are cold blooded...this snake should be hibernating safely for the WINTER...
Only it was not... it was trying to get into MY HOUSE... so I reached down and grabbed it behind the head and lifted it up. As I lifted it off the ground I realized it was a good 6+feet long and heavy. And I "realized" who I was dealing with...
"Greetings PRINCE OF ASHEVILLE..." I began as I saw "LIFE IN IT'S EYES" as it recognized me. Only it could not speak because of the pressure I was applying. My MAMA taught me not to play with my food...why I thought that at the time is interesting. So I snapped it's spine and looked at the snake. I looked down at BABY and asked..."YOU HUNGRY GIRL..?" What I got was a loud "HUFF" and a disgusted look... "like"..."and you would eat that...?"
At that point a new thought came to mind...the snake had beautiful markings and I realized he would make a great looking belt...and BOING...I got that HOLY GHOST 2x4 across the eyes...and I heard a voice say "THAT IS WHY THERE IS SO MUCH SIN IN THE CAMP, DOG!".
OUCH
And then I heard a strange sound....and so did BABY and she trotted off to the left where we have a pool. Or maybe I should say "HAD"...the plastic liner ripped out a year ago, in the natural, and I have not had it replaced.
So I followed BABY to the fence in my bare feet. She greeted me with a quiet stare and a puzzled look. Slowly she crept to the fence, sniffing and "huffing". (which is exactly what she is doing as I type this on my keyboard. as I look down I realize she is sleeping and all these little noises are being caused by what my DOG is dreaming about...we are getting weirder... but I am not done yet.)
I got to the fence and I saw no diving board, no pool, no equipment shed/bath house...
What I saw were several snouts measuring us up....
In my younger days I have assisted at castrating piglets, and butchering hogs back in Illinois where I grew up. These were some big pigs/hogs. And the first one that got my attention was a big tusker. A wild boar...pure ARKANSAS RAZORBACK...now wild boar is GOOD EATS...like SNAKE...and the looks they were giving me told me they thought the same about me... and then I realized...silly me...they could smell the SNAKE....
so I walked over to the fence and tossed the snake over and all the SWINE rushed on it...but one...
And when I realized who I was looking at, I understood why he had not joined the porcine dining crowd.
"Hello PUMBA", I greeted the odiferous WARTHOG from LION KING FAME. "and a GOOD DAY to you kind sir", he began in that unique voice he has. "Where is TIMON?", I asked. "Not today, sir". It was then I remembered the last time anyone called me SIR...and I shuddered. Pumba laughed. "YOU WERE TOLD TO NOT CAST PEARLS BEFORE SWINE..."... As I answered "YES"...I remembered that the new WILL SMITH movie was about to open across the nation. It is the remake of a movie called THE OMEGA MAN. The original story was titled "I AM LEGEND".
We are not in a vacuum....GOD RULES...
"But snakes and serpents are always welcome...". to which PUMBA replied "INDUBITABLY!". and HE CHUCKLED and turned away and trotted off TAIL in air and insects buzzing....
As I finish this I can hear the not so gentle snoring of my wife...and my dog... BRANDY...which my daughter named her. But I always call her BABY or MY GIRL. Just terms of endearment...which she recognizes.
But this is the first time she ever was in a night vision with me...
A WORD OF WARNING to all of you who REPLACED THE BELT OF TRUTH with SNAKESKIN....watch out for fiery darts...you are completely defenseless...
selah
Bob and BABY
Marion, NC....
on DUTY at THE EASTERN GATE
Eyes To See/Ears To Hear
Bob Neumann
I do not believe in playing games when life and death is the consequence. Once i asked to SERVE and WORSHIP ONE ONLY. That has not changed.
ABBA once again sent someone with a message...a warning...VISIONS IN THE NIGHT to warn people of APPROACH DANGER. HOW HE DID SO, WAS HIS CHOICE.
Two visions, each with 3 facets...but only 5 FACETS were written and shared.
Yet I had said there would be 6-7 parts when asked after the FIRST THREE. Three people asked if there was more. Only 3...
I have asked ABBA why is it not released. THE VISION and THE SONGS...
instead I was told that too many DO NOT WEAR THE BELT OF TRUTH....replacing it with LIES.
I was told to not cast pearls any longer....
ABBA said there is a remnant...and a few will go back and see what they need to see...a few will hear. So HE PERMITS me to say GOOD BY....
Bob Neumann
Marion, NC