A descendant from Jethro, the Father-In-Law of Moses and also a descendant of Levi as my Dad carried this Priesthood and he also was of the Davidic Line. This gives me a similar lineage and similar religious zealousness as has the Prophet Pinchas.
About this wonderful Father of Moses. Who was he? He was sure and true to his idols until the day of his death. My Grandma Marie also of similar lineage to Jethro, kept her idols too, not idols of a Golden Calf, but statues of Angels, as children, and the Statue of Prague.
She like Jethro, loved her Son-In-Law my Dad greatly, and his DNA transferred into one of my souls which is responsible for my religious zealousness, but to be a lover of The Lord, not idols, but with Jethro's spirit as to never give it up, but not as a Golden Calf, instead as the reality of my Adonai, the brightest of all lights as you see light, whichever light is the brightest, it is His light, and because this light is Adonai's, it is mine too. It shines as fiercely in the night as with the sun in the day.
Who was my Jethro Grandmother? She walked to her Catholic Church everyday of the week, including weekends. She went to an early morning mass and also to confession, but I was never told what she needed to confess, it was between her and her priest. She had a cross over her bed with a bottle of dried up holy water in it. The holy water was supposed to be sprinkled on her at her time of death, but this bottle was empty, an old bottle. This cross was the only item I received from her property that was inherited by us Grandkids. I gave it to charity to be sold along with the Hanukah Menorah we used to light candles every winter of the year. Now what I am using is a cigarette lighter, to minimize my property possessions, (although I don't smoke) to keep only the essence of what is necessary to survive, a simple flame. Why to downsize? On Sukkot day one we sacrificed 13 bulls and on Sukkot day seven we sacrificed only 1 bull. The holiest state being to be in possession of only One bull. One bull; One G-D.
My Grandma also lived frugally, she kept what she needed and not what she did not need. My Father helped her discard old items that she did not need. She covered her possessions with white bed sheets, like as if her house inside walls were about to be painted with fresh house paint. She loved this purity of the color white. But her favorite color of all was green. Today if she was alive she would be 121 years old. Her spirit guides me even today, although she passed when she was 88.
The family respect she showed my Father and he hers, was magnanimous, incredible, how a staunch Catholic like my Grandma could love a Son-In-Law like my Dad who was Jewish. She was so impressed with my father, her love for him was reciprocated, He was like her guiding light. She loved him as her own Son, and he her like his own Mother.
A true miracle to have a Dad like I did and a Grandma Marie like I did. A descendant of the Grandfather of Moses, a man who Moses loved. The spirits in The World To Come flying together because of my Dad's and Mom's holy interfaith Matrimony.
Happy Birthday, Grandma Marie, your yarhzeit and birthday are remembered and honored generations after you died.
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