The Psalm Project: Psalm 22

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To the Preeminent Musician

The Superintendent of Temple Services

To be performed to “Hind of the Dawning Light”

 

A Mizmor of David

(Psalm 22)

 

Eli,

Eli!

lamah a-zab-tani!

 

My EL,

My EL!

Why did You let me go?

Why did You desert me?

I am cast away,

Forsaken;

Why are You so distant, so remote?

You are my Yeshuah,

Why are You so far

From my cries of grief?

 

O, my ALOHIM,

From the rising of the sun

Until the going down thereof,

I cry aloud,

Weeping;

But You do not respond.

You do not answer tunefully.

Lailah—

The night terror—

Approaches!

I exist,

But not eased from pain,

I wait in silent anticipation.

 

Qodesh,

Eternal One,

YAHUWAH,

You Exist,

You inhabit

The tehilliym—

The praises

And the hymns of adoration,

Of Yashar’EL.

 

Our fathers threw their cares

Upon Your back:

They were carried to safety;

They were made secure;

You rescued them.

 

They gathered themselves,

They made a proclamation.

They called out

Unto the Power and the Authority.

They had confidence.

Their hope and their expectation

Did not fail.

 

‘Anoki tola—

I am a crimson maggot,

A grub worm,

Not a man,

I am scorned and despised

By ‘A-dam;

I am held in contempt

And considered worthless

By the people.

 

All who observe me

Stammer mockingly

In a foreign language.

They open their mouths wide,

And from their lips

Words burst forth

Like a spray of water.

They totter back and forth;

They stagger as drunkards.

Their leader and prince mocks:

“He commited all His concerns

Unto the Power and Authority

Of EL YAHUWAH!

Surely, He will snatch Him away

Like plunder,

Surely, He will bend Himself

Toward Him

And will rescue Him,

Since EL YAHUWAH favors Him.”

 

But You did cause Me to issue forth

From the inmost part,

From the womb of my mother;

As when I rested upon my mother’s breast,

You made Me secure,

I feared nothing.

I experienced Your authority.

 

When I was cast forth

From the place

Where I was conceived

And nurtured,

Even from thence,

You are my EL.

 

Do not be distant from me,

Apart from the whole;

Do not withdraw

As a stranger before my face.

My enemy draws near,

And I am in distress.

I have no one to come along beside me;

I have no Helper.

 

Ferocious bulls surround me,

Pacing,

Stamping,

Circling.

The great ones,

The chief nobles of Bashan,

Are crowned with impudence,

Encompass me about.

Their mouths gape at me.

They roar as a lion

Before fresh meat,

Ready to feed,

To tear into pieces.

My life is expended,

Poured out like water.

My bones are stretched,

Out of joint.

My midsection,

My internal organs,

My heart exists like wax,

Melted before the fire.

 

My strength,

My power and might,

Have withered like an earthen vessel,

Standing alone,

Discarded,

Having no value;

And my tongue

Sticks to the roof of my mouth.

You have put me here,

You have placed me

In the dust

Of the grave,

The abode of the dead.

 

They march around me,

This pack of dogs,

Barking,

Half-famished,

Without a master.

The gathering noise

Rushes at me.

This company of wrong-doers

Cleave together.

Circling,

Ready to wound,

To dig hands and feet.

They bargain for my mantle.

 

I recount my bones,

I scribe their number.

They, My enemies,

Look upon Me with pleasure;

Indeed, they enjoy the sight.

My covering cloth

They divide;

And, as for My splendid garment,

They cast down pebbles

To disperse.

 

But You, O YAHUWAH,

Do not be distant from me.

You are My Fortitude

And My Strength.

Be swift to help me.

 

Snatch Me away like plunder.

Rescue My nephesh

The living, breathing essence

Of Self–

From the hands

Of these barkers:

Your yahid

Your Only Begotten Son–

From the strength

Of dogs.

 

Yasha!

Save me from the mouth of the lion,

Answer tunefully–

Deliver me

From the horns

Of the wild bulls.

 

I will inscribe Your name

To my kindred;

I will recount

Your character

In the midst

Of the congregation

Of Yashar’EL.

HalleluYAH!

I will praise You!

 

Reverence YAHUWAH,

You who shine forth,

Fear Him,

With clear, brilliant sound:

Ellell!

HalleluYAH!

All you offspring of Ya’aqob!

Make heavy with honor

And fear before Him,

You who sojourn

In the ways of Yashar’EL!

 

For YAHUWAH has not despised,

Nor has HE made light of,

He has not counted as contaminated

The outcries and lamentation

Of the poor and afflicted,

The humble and wretched.

He has not hidden His face

From those who implore His Help.

When the poor ones cried

Unto EL YAHUWAH,

He paid attention.

He made proclamation.

 

My tephilliym–

My praises draw near to You–

In the great congregation

Of Yashar’EL

My voluntary gifts

I will make good,

I will perform what I have spoken

Before those who reverence You.

 

As water upon the parched land,

The poor and needy shall eat

And be satisfied.

HalleluYAH!

Praise YAHUWAH!

You shall enquire

Of Him,

You shall tread

His courts.

He Will Exist

In your heart

Perpetually.

 

Bring to remembrance

And turn back

Unto EL YAHUWAH.

From the extreme limits

Of ha’eretz–

The earth–

Stoop and bow down

Before His Faces,

You tribes of goyim,

You nations

Who walk outside His paths.

 

For the kingdom

And the dominion

Belong unto YAHUWAH;

All power and authority?

His.

The leadership and right-ruling?

His also—

Both of the people

Who walk in covenant

And the goyim,

Who do not.

 

All have eaten

And have grown fat.

They bow themselves down,

They cast themselves

Even unto the dust

Before His Faces,

And their nephesh

None can continue to exist.

 

A scattered seed will work,

They will become fatigued in service.

ADONAI will inscribe their numbers

And He will reckon

This time period

As a generation.

 

A generation shall come

And they will bring into sight

His correct path,

The Way of YAHUWAH.

Unto those who are brought forth.

He, the Self-Existent, Eternal One,

Shall accomplish it!

Pamela Glasgow

The Psalm Project represents my desire for a deeper understanding of the Word of YAHUAH. It is not a mechanical translation, a one-word-for-word exchange from Hebrew to English. We have those. This is a lyrical adaptation of the many possibilities hidden in the Hebrew, arranged with consideration for the poetic and musical intent of the original writer. I pray you are as enriched in the reading as I was in the transcribing.

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IN the summer of 2019, I was seated in the wine cellar of a walled Medieval town high above the Dordogne Valley of France, not far from Sarlat-la-Canéda, making phone calls, writing reports. I have given this story in other places and it appears as though you’re about to hear it again. Rob Skiba is a name you that you might be familiar with. Though he had made a name for himself as a Nephilim researcher, more recently Rob had taken a dive into the deep end of the pool via flat earth research. The recorded interviews I conducted between he and Rick Hummer, a fellow flat earth investigator and close friend of his, was published while still occupying that very wine cellar. Read all about it. Chicago Is Not a Mirage.

Word quickly spread. Within a few short weeks, dozens of flat earth researchers began accepting my invite for a private interview, if not a series of interviews. From a 17th-century tower built by King Louis XIV, and with a stunning view of the Alps, I sat down with Robbie Davidson, founder of the Flat Earth International Conferences, conducting multiple sessions. While staying in Dumfries, Scotland, David Weiss agreed to take part in the interviews, as did Bob Knodel of Globebusters. There were others. But when I asked the interviewees to discuss the moments that shaped their lives, among the many PSYOPs, false flag attacks, and hoaxes that were discussed, only these men committed commentary to the false 9/11 narrative.

The resulting recordings ballooned into The Unexpected Cosmology, a book which became a website and was even intended as an anthology. And of course, the following discourse was originally a chapter. It was Walt Disney who stated, “Disneyland will never be completed. It will continue to grow as long as there is imagination left in the world.” Those sentiments remain applicable here as well. American Sensationalism: The 9/11 Interviews was always intended to be expanded upon with the inclusion of new researchers. So I’m sorry to say the project became stagnant during the Covid-19 psychodrama. I took a break to tackle other projects. We lost Rob Skiba. Rob offered hours of private conversation regarding his life but we never got around to the big one. 9/11. It was in the cards. Sadly, Bob Knodel died soon afterwards. Voices are being squeezed from an entire generation. Gnosis passes with them.

In the aftermath, the FE community became fractured. People began going their separate ways. Robbie Davidson, among a noted few others who were interviewed for the project, got up and left the movement altogether. It is not my intent to erase his or the contributions of others if only brief. They came, they went, their testimonies remain.

The original vision may have hit roadblocks but it is not forgotten. I expanded this paper a few years later to include testimony from author Pauly Hart, a dear friend of mine. I had wanted to continue that trend every year thereafter but you know how it goes. For the 25th anniversary of the attack I have redirected my efforts to its first large scale expansion, including Andrew Hoy and Darrin Geisinger into the mix. Perhaps others will lend their experiences to the recorder in time.

The following is their report.

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