The Nazarites. A sect of devout 'monks', who adhered so vehemently to the Mossiac Law, that they found it impossible to practice their faith in the midst of the modern congregation. They studied the Law and the Prophets, they read, and understood the sacred passages spoken and recorded in rhythmic and poetic imagery. They were the finest musicians, outshining every Temple player. Therefore, the spirit of jealousy toward their understanding and wisdom, made worship at Synagogue most uncomfortable.The small minds of the so called spiritual elite, the oppression of the Roman government... There was much to preach against. Much to bring to light.
John was a "Rock Star".
What do I mean?
Here was a kid that didn't fit in. Not with fellow kids, not even with his family.
No, he marched to the sound of the progressive rhythms in his head.
His heart longed for the day he was to make a difference amongst his beloved people.
He was the nephew of Christ's mother. So, needless to say, he had showmanship in his blood. More importantly, he had devotion in his very core. Destiny. The Nazarites where the only people, that John could be with...
Being 'weird' aint easy...
He was so wild, that his own band couldn't understand him, a shaman amongst witchdoctors, if you will...
His urge, was to beat new paths thru the brush... to reach those, who the so-called "Teachers" alienated. I believe, often, they talked down to the common folk, to deliberately keep them from being in the 'word', and keep them from 'polluting' the temple.
So, enter John, eating mushrooms, wild honey, & locust... Tripping on the spirit, the Baptist spent his adult life, composing sermons... He had the urge for talking. For singing. For reaching... furthermore, he had the chops...
John Baptist was the Original Rock Star...
G-d sent him out first.
To prepare the way for his royal blooded cousin.
When Christ showed up, John felt unworthy to even be in His presence... this is a guy who had been decrying unholy behaviour, and restoring truth to the confused and befuddled... He was, if anything, worthy, to be in Jesus' Group. Yet, still he humbled himself... Knowing that, with Jesus Christ on lead guitar, he need only lay down sweet, soulful, rhythm... and Christ would take it to the next level.
After that fateful day, the 'boys', Jesus the Nazarene, and John the Nazarite, split company. Each going on to preach to the myriad of hungry rock fans...
Lyrics flowed from the Prophets. Psalms examined under new light...
These two cats changed the face of Israel, from perplexed to enlightened. Changed the face of Rome, from proudly powerful to worrisome. Changed the face of the pious, from falsely peaceful and smug, to contorted and rage red... They changed it up all right... when something was wrong... they shouted it out. When charged with imaginary crimes, they did the time... changing faces, from pale from incarceration to bright with inner light...
When you threaten to upset a worldly system, the world threatens to stop you...
Both these outcast Rockstars, met untimely and gruesome deaths...
Not before they changed the world for the better... made an eternal difference...
Man, if only someone had the balls to go out and do this today... Stand on the edge...
Systematically dismantle the system...
Let the Exodus begin.
La Vie Boheme
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