#isaiah56

Isaiah 56~57 exposes blind watchmen and intoxicated shepherds, showing how doctrine overtakes the text and opens the door to the sorceress system that seduces rather than teaches. When understanding is disabled, religion replaces cause~and~effect reasoning with emotional reassurance, ritual intimacy, and controlled belief that cannot explain why judgment occurs.

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Isaiah 56~57 exposes the sons of the sorceress as a mother~goddess religion~blind watchmen and intoxicated shepherds who organize followers into hive-like groups, such as the beehive, where loyalty replaces discernment, repetition replaces understanding, and doctrine supplants Yahowah’s written word.

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Isaiah 56–57 exposes blind watchmen, intoxicated shepherds, and the Sorceress/Mother Goddess religion embraces ~ showing how doctrine disables understanding, erases accountability, and replaces Yahowah’s text with controlled belief.

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What was Dowd’s greatest failure, and why does the text refuse to excuse it? Isaiah 56–57 exposes blind watchmen and intoxicated shepherds, showing how doctrine replaces accountability with emotional reassurance and ritual comfort, while the text confronts failure directly, explains cause and effect, and rejects every attempt to justify violence, power abuse, or so-called “holy” wrongdoing.

00:00:00 ~ Welcome to this edition of the Yada vlog. 00:05:00 ~ every time that there was an uprising, 00:10:00 ~ Mizmowr and covered something that I don't 00:15:00 ~ many times in Dowd's life that he realized he had made a terrible mistake. 00:20:00 ~ flesh this out. 00:25:00 ~ 2033 on Yom Kippur. 00:30:00 ~ awful behavior thereafter and way that he 00:35:00 ~ and I said so back in early November, 00:40:00 ~ that are serving with me, 00:45:00 ~ we're witnessing 00:50:00 ~ every time that I'm attacked, 00:55:00 ~ immersed and clothed by my spirit 01:00:00 ~ garden. 01:05:00 ~ of what we said here that wasn't worth 01:10:00 ~ and fall because it's only then that we 01:15:00 ~ providing the means to resolve their

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I carry the name of a man I do not know, whose blood runs through my veins, whose features I display, and yet I do not know him. I represent a family that I have never met, and the closest thing I have to a formal greeting are letters from twenty years ago, and short non tangible emails alongside faded photographs. I've carried this name my entire life hoping its tie would be a strong enough to link me to the family I am related to, and holds answers to the hidden questions I have kept by my bedside table year after year. I've carried this name only to be told I shame it. Who I am, apparently disgraces it. 

"Please get married soon, and when you do marry a Gonzales, Sánchez, or Gutierrez. Please take my family's last name off of your miserable existence!"

This family I've longed to meet, was never mine to begin with, and the one I've had never wanted me there in the first place. Even though at a young age I knew this, I learned to deny it, but now, I’ve been gently forced to accept it.  So I’ve been left at a fork in the road knowing either direction is not an option to walk on, and have helplessly wondered in circles searching for at least an abandoned trail to put a foot on, only to fall on the ground and blindly stare up at defeat. I’m left with the decision of just to lie here and yearn to walk on paths that are prohibited, while watching several more sunsets and sunrises occur or to take a step into the thorns in front of me and watch a path I yet cannot see unveil before me. In doing so, I realize I've already been here, and have been pricked and scratched but that as something old dies within me, newborn life is revitalized within me. With each step I take in faith a way is made and it is more vibrant and refreshing than the time before as it is constantly being filled with blossoming roses that were once dead.

It is here; in this wild trail that I am finding my name, my family, who I really am, because it is being made just for me, and it is not anyone else’s to walk on.  It is here away from all the distractions of the deceivingly peaceful paths that He tells me, it is not his or her or their blood that runs through your veins, it is mine! My earthly “father’s” flesh speaks death to me, but my Father’s Spirit pours created life into me, a life that I can give away to those who need it more than me, and know with full confidence that it will never run out no matter how much I give away.

As for my family, we may not have the same eyes or grandparents, or reminisce about childhood mischief, but His blood that runs through us, is so much thicker than what unites even the most similar identical twins. It has bonded us for eternity, its what allows us to tend to one another's wounds, and clear the thorns for one another. They are not just friends; they are family: brother and sisters, fathers and mothers, to a higher degree.

My surname is there for the sake of having a surname; it is not a definition of where I come from or to where I'm headed. It has been difficult to know I can’t have pride in it, and accept that it is a burden I have to abandon and know it is not a tie to anyone. Amidst the pain it brought, it led me to fascinating skies that have revealed whom I can run to. Jesus never was the type to follow typical family trends anyways, and so it seems I can take pleasure in knowing I have been guided to do the same. I may write a name that has nothing to do with me in all senses, but I have the gift of carrying a cross, not a name, that defines my spirit.  No, one day if I marry, his name will not define me either, I will be honored to represent it, and will be thankful for it, but my identity will not rely on it. More so, I hope that when people’s mouths say the so and so’s, they will instantly think of the love of Christ our family shares, and that their family is a part of ours and we are a part of theirs, working differently but together for the kingdom. Something I can do now, even while being single, being that my first name does mean blessing, and it is the only thing I can hope to bring others, a blessing.

  Let not the foreigner who has joined himself to the LORD say,    "The LORD will surely separate me from his people"; and let not the eunuch say,    "Behold, I am a dry tree." For thus says the LORD:"To the eunuchs who keep my Sabbaths,    who choose the things that please me    and hold fast my covenant, I will give in my house and within my walls    a monument and a name    better than sons and daughters; I will give them an everlasting name    that shall not be cut off.

Isaiah 56:3-5

    And it shall be said, "Build up, build up, prepare the way,    remove every obstruction from my people’s way." For thus says the One who is high and lifted up,    who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: "I dwell in the high and holy place,    and also with him who is of a contrite and lowly spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly,    and to revive the heart of the contrite.