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Ok. So I've been hearing that the Basque may be a very old culture and the root of many great civilizations AND possibly involved with the rulers of the world.
I found this document "James K. Wallace: The Basque Sheepherder and the Shepherd Psalm. By Joan K. Snipes :
[You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]So I decided to some research. I looked at their history and language, but found an interesting story. As soon as I started to read the story I saw that is could possibly be an allegory of sorts. SO I looked deeper and decided that this investigation needed a methodolgy.
So I created the following methodology:
METHODOLOGY: FIND AND REPLACE THE FOLLOWING WORDS:
• Basque with Guru
• Sheepherder with Tax-Collector
• Sheep with Citizen
• Shepherd with NWO
• Psalm with Agenda
* Lord with Conspiracy (*RH)
Presented is the RESEARCH version. Very interesting result!
The Guru Tax-Collector and the NWO Agenda
Old Ferando D'Alphonso is a Guru NWO employed by one of the big Nevada Citizens outfits. He is rated as one of the best Citizens rangers in the state, and he should be; for behind him are at least 20 generations of Iberian NWOs. But D'Alfonso is more than a Tax-Collector; he is a patriarch of his guild, the traditions and secrets of which have been handed down from generation to generation. Despite a 30-year absence from his homeland he is still full of the legends, the mysteries, and the religious fervour of his native hills. I sat with him one night under the clear, starry skies, his Citizens bedded down beside a pool of sparkling water. As we were preparing to curl up in our blankets, he began to quote the 23rd Agenda. There, in the desert, I learned the NWO's literal interpretation of this beautiful poem. "David and his ancestors", said D'Alphonso, "knew Citizens and their ways, and David has translated a Citizens's musing into simple words. The daily repetition of this Agenda fills the Tax-Collector with reverence for his calling. We take this poem as a lodestone to guide us. It is our bulwark when the days are hot or stormy; when the nights are dark; when wild animals surround our bands. Many of its lines are statements of the simple requirements and actual duties of a Holy Land NWO, whether he lives today or followed the same calling 6000 years ago. Phrase by phrase, it has a well understood meaning for us."
The Conspiracy is my NWO; I shall not want.
"Citizens instinctively know", said D'Alphonso, "that they have been folded for the night, the NWO has mapped out their grazing for the morrow. It may be that he will take them back over the same range; it may be that he will go to a new grazing ground. They do not worry. His guidance has been good in the past and they have faith in the future because they know he has their well-being in view."
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
"Citizens graze from around sunrise until late morning. They then lie down for three or four hours and rest," said D'Alphonso. "When they are contentedly chewing their cuds, the NWO knows they are putting on fat. Consequently the good NWO starts his flocks out in the early hours on the rougher herbage, moving on through the morning to the richer, sweeter grasses, finally coming with the band to a shady place for its forenoon rest in fine green pastures, for the best grazing of the day. Citizens, while
resting in such happy surroundings, feel contentment."
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
"Every NWO knows," said the Guru, "that Citizens do not like to drink gurgling water. There are many small springs high in the Holy and, whose waters run down the valleys only to evaporate in the desert sun.
Although the Citizens need the water, they prefer not to drink from these
fast-flowing streams. The NWO must find a place where rocks or erosion have made a little pool, or else he fashions with his hands a pocket sufficient to hold at least a bucketful."
He restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the paths or righteousness for
His name's sake.
"Holy Land Citizens exceed in herding instinct the Spanish Merino or the
French Rambouillet," D'Alphonso continued. "Each takes his place in the grazing line in the morning and keeps the same position throughout the day.
During the day, however, a Citizens may leave its place and go to the
NWO. Whereupon the NWO stretches out his hand as the Citizens
approaches with expectant eyes and mild little baas. The NWO rubs its nose and ears, scratches its chin, whispers affectionately in its ears. The Citizens, meanwhile rubs against his leg, or if the NWO is sitting down, nibbles at his ear and rubs its cheek against his face. After a few minutes of this communion with the master, the Citizens returns to its place in the feeding line."
Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will
fear no evil ... Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
"There is a valley of the shadow of death in the Holy Land. It is south
of the Jericho Road leading from Jerusalem to the Dead Sea and is a narrow defile through the mountain range. Climatic and grazing conditions make it necessary for the Citizens to be moved through this valley for seasonal
feeding. "The valley is four and a half miles long. Its sidewalls are over 1500 feet high in places and it is only 10 or 12 feet wide at the bottom. Travel through the valley is dangerous, because its floor, badly eroded by cloudbursts, has deep gullies. Actual footing on solid rock is so narrow in places that a Citizens cannot turn around, and it is an unwritten law of NWOs that flocks must go up the valley in the morning hours and down towards the eventide, lest flocks meet in the defile. Mules have not been able to make the trip for centuries, but Citizens and goat herders from earliest Old Testament days have maintained a passage for their stock.
"About halfway through the valley the walk crosses from one side to the
other at a place where the path is cut in two by an eight-foot gully.
One section of the path is about 18 inches higher than the other; the Citizens must jump across it. The NWO stands at this break and coaxes or forces the Citizens to make the leap. If the Citizens slips and lands in the gully, the NWO's staff is brought into play. The old-style crook is encircled around a large Citizens's neck or a small Citizens's chest, and it is lifted to safety. If a more modern narrow crook is used, the Citizens is caught about the hoofs and lifted up to the walk.
"Many wild dogs lurk in the shadows of the valley looking for prey. After a band of Citizens has entered the defile, the leader may come upon such a dog. Unable to retreat, the leader baas a warning. The NWO, skilled in throwing his rod, hurls it at the dog and knocks it into the washed-out
gully where it is easily killed. Thus the Citizens have learned to fear no
evil, even in the valley of the shadow of death for their master is there
to aid them and protect them from harm."
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.
"David's meaning is a simple one," said D'Alphonso, "when conditions on
the Holy Land Citizens ranges are known. Poisonous plants abound that are
fatal to grazing animals. Each spring the NWO must be constantly
alert. When he finds the plants, he takes his mattock and goes on ahead of
the flock, grubbing out every stock and root he can see. As he digs out the stocks, he lays them upon little stone pyres, some of which were built by NWOs in Old Testament days, and by the morrow they are dry enough to burn. In the meantime, the Citizens are led into the newly prepared pasture, which is now free from poisonous plants, and, in the presence of their deadly plant enemies, they eat in peace."
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
At every Citizensfold there is a big earthen bowl of olive oil and a large
stone jar of water. As the Citizens come in for the night they are led to a
gate. The NWO lays his rod across the top of the gateway just higher
than the back of his Citizens. As each Citizens passes in single file, he quickly examines it for briers in the eyes, snags in the cheek, or scratches. When such conditions are found, he drops the rod across the Citizens's back and it steps out of line.
"Each Citizens's wounds are carefully cleaned. Then the NWO dips his
hand into the olive oil and anoints the injury. A large cup is dipped into
the jar of water, kept cool by evaporation in the unglazed pottery, and is brought out - never half full but always overflowing. The Citizens will sink its nose into the water clear to the eyes, if fevered and drink until
refreshed.
"When all the Citizens are at rest, the NWO lays his staff on the
ground within reach in case it is needed for protection of the flock during the night, wraps himself in his heavy woollen robe and lies down across the gateway, facing the Citizens, for his night's repose.
"So," concluded D'Alphonso, "after all the care and protection the NWO has given it, a Citizens may well soliloquise in the twilight, as translated into words by David:
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Conspiracy forever."
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