[1] The Beast from the Sea
Revelation 13:1–10
Verses 5-8 speak to the activities of the beast.
Aramaic was the common language of His day. Yeshua, and His Disciples, spoke in Aramaic.
Here is "The Lord’s Prayer" as translated directly from the oldest recoverable Aramaic tradition (the Peshitta Syriac version, which preserves the Aramaic idiom Jesus likely spoke).
This is not a speculative "reconstruction", but the actual prayer as it appears in the ancient Syriac New Testament (Matthew 6:9–13), rendered into natural English while staying faithful to the Aramaic wording and rhythm.
Abwûn d’bwaschmâja
O Birther! Father-Mother of the Cosmos,
(Our Father who art in heaven)
Nethkâdasch schmach
Focus your light within us — make it useful:
(Hallowed be thy name)
Têtê malkuthach
Create your reign of unity now —
(Thy kingdom come)
Nehwê tzevjânach aykanna d’bwaschmâja af b’arha
Your one desire then acts with ours, as in all light, so in all forms.
(Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven)
Hawvlân lachma d’sûnkanân yaomâna
Grant what we need each day in bread and insight.
(Give us this day our daily bread)
Waschboklân chaubyn (wachtâhên) aykana daf chnân schvokân l’chaijavayn
Loose the cords of mistakes binding us, as we release the strands we hold of others’ guilt.
(And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors)
Wela tachlân l’nesjûna
Don’t let surface things delude us,
(And lead us not into temptation)
Ela patzân min bischa
But break us free from what holds us back.
(But deliver us from evil)
Metol dilachie malkutha wachaila wateschbuchta l’ahlâm almîn
For yours is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, from ages to ages.
(For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever)
Amên.
Sealed in trust, faith, and truth.
(Amen)
Notes on Key Aramaic Nuances
Abwûn – Literally “O Birther!” (from *abwoon* = parent who births/brings forth). Carries both Father *and* Mother resonance.
Schmach – “Name” = essence, vibration, character. “Hallowed” = set apart as radiant.
Têtê malkuthach – “Come” is imperative: *Create your reign now*.
Lachma d’sûnkanân – “Daily bread” = bread *for the morrow* or *bread of understanding* (spiritual + physical).
Chaubyn / wachtâhên – “Debts/sins” and “mistakes/faults.” A play on *choba* (debt) and *chtaha* (sin/error).
Bischa – “Evil” = unripe, immature, or *that which holds back*.
This version is often called the "Prayer of Jesus in Aramaic" and is used in contemplative Christian and interfaith settings. It breathes with a poetic, cosmic intimacy that the Greek and later Latin translations sometimes flatten.
Let it settle in your chest as you speak it aloud — the original language still carries the voice of the Galilean hillside.
Lately, I've come to the realization that there's really only one thing I need to pray for...
I've been asking Yeshua to teach me how to love in the way that He loves us.
This is no small task... I can't comprehend His kind of love. The closest thing I can come up with is found in the way that I try to love my children. The problem is, I constantly fail in that area... I can't even do that right sometimes!
The way that our Father loves His children is beyond incomprehensible to me. I do not know how to love like that... not even close. Just trying to comprehend the differences between His love, and my best, gives me a massive feeling of failure.
First a story...
The kingdom of Eldor lay under a sky the color of tarnished bronze. King Aric had ruled thirty-one years, long enough for the people to forget the sound of his laughter, short enough for his daughter Liora to still remember it.
Liora was seventeen, quick with a bow, quicker with a smile, and the only heir. For months, gold had been vanishing from the treasury—never enough to notice at once, always enough to matter. The council traced the theft to a single set of footprints: small, light, royal.
The law was older than the throne: *Steal from the king, die by the king’s lash.* Forty strokes with the cat-o’-nine-tails, delivered at dawn on the palace altar. No exceptions, not even for blood.
They caught her at midnight. She did not run. The guards bound her wrists, hooded her face, and marched her to the throne room. When the hood came off, the high priest’s voice cracked like thin ice.
“My lord… it is the princess.”
Liora’s eyes were dry. She had spent the gold on silks, on horses, on nights she thought no one would miss. Aric stared at his daughter as if seeing her for the first time. Then he dismissed the court with a gesture so small it felt like surrender.
Alone, he said, “I will take the lashes.”
She laughed—one sharp, broken sound. “Father, the law names the thief.”
“The law names *royal blood,*” he answered. “I am royal. I am blood.”
He spent the night in the armory, trading silk for coarse linen. At dawn he walked to the altar where Liora already stood bound between the pillars. The executioner—a man who had served Aric since boyhood—lifted the whip and hesitated.
Aric stepped forward, laid his body over his daughter’s, and spoke so only she and the executioner could hear.
“Begin.”
The first lash split the air. Leather knots bit flesh. Aric did not flinch. Between strokes he whispered against her ear, “I love you...”
By the tenth, blood soaked the linen. By the twentieth, his voice was a rasp. At thirty-nine, he sagged against the ropes that held them both. The final lash fell; the whip dropped from a trembling hand.
Silence.
Then the king slid to the stone, breath rattling. Liora knelt, cradling his head. His eyes found hers, clear to the end.
“Live better,” he said, and died.
The treasury was never robbed again. Liora ruled fifty years. Every spring, on the anniversary, she climbed the altar alone. She laid one white flower where her father’s blood had dried black, and spoke the same words to the sky:
“My debt was paid by your love. You bore my death so I could live.”
That is how the kingdom learned what love is: not a feeling, but a body broken between a child and the consequence she earned.
I'm still wrapping my head around the extreme sacrifice that Yeshua took just to be born a man. He existed supreme with Yahweh in a glorified state since before the beginning of this universe. In an environment not constricted with "time", not polluted with sin, etc.. Yeshua wasn't bound by the limitations of our human bodies or by a realm trapped in time. He had never been separated from Father Yahweh at any point in His existence... never!
Yet... He chose to be born into these rags that we refer to as our human bodily shells. Separated from His Father for the first time, the Creator became the created as a defenseless babe. He became a toddler, then a teenager, and grew into adulthood. He experienced hunger, thirst, pain, tiredness, frustration, all flesh related callings that we experience. He had to live through everything on this earth that we face... in this human flesh suit. The God and Creator of all that exists became man... He came from Glory and left it behind... because of love.
Not only that but... then - to be mocked, spit upon, punched and kicked, a helmet of thorns rammed down upon His head, His beard ripped out of His face, beaten to the point of exposed ribs, and bone from torn flesh, nailed to a tree and left to die the most humiliating death sentence of that time... crucifixion - like a common thief.
He was treated this way by the ones He created. He could've said the word and the legions of angels, who were standing by, would have destroyed all of us and the earth to rescue Him.
He didn't call on them... what did He say? After all of the above, what did He say?
"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."
Are you kidding me?! Are you kidding me?!!! No... I do not understand that kind of love. I don't get it! I cannot comprehend! I would do anything for my children, including death, but that is still not the same as His love and His Sacrifice... His Passion! He is our Father - we are His children. I'm trying to comprehend, believe me, but I may never fully understand until I'm with my Savior. Until then, I'll keep asking Him to help me understand.
I want to love others with THAT kind of love and it seems impossible for me. Even though we're told "all things are possible through Christ" this one seems like the most important, and for me - unreachable goal. The more I learn about Him, the more I realize just how little I know about Him.
Please, Lord Yeshua, continue teaching me how to love others as You love me.
Just a brief note... Scripture is full of examples as to why. This is just a brief summary.
Why will Christians be part of the Great Tribulation? Why would YHWH allow this?
[1Pe 1:7 LITV] so that the proving of your faith, much more precious than perishing gold, but having been proved through fire, may be found to praise and honor and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ;
October 4, 2025
Most scholars place the crucifixion of Christ somewhere between 30-33 AD. It's been a hotly debated topic for centuries. I won't get into that in this post.
Sir Robert Anderson places the crucifixion (end of Daniel's 69th week - "cut off") at April 6, 32 AD.
If Anderson is right, a passage from Hosea certainly becomes interesting: