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Welcome to part two of the Counterculture Mom show this week with Dr. Nathan Jones for our End Time Prophecy series.

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This is part two with Dr. Nathan Jones, Director of Internet Outreach Evangelist for Lion and the Lamb Ministries.

Nathan, you dropped an atomic bomb yesterday gracefully, lovingly.

Chapter one of The Cowardly Lion of Oz.

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The Cowardly Lion of Oz by Ruth Plumley Thompson.

Chapter one, Mustapha of Mudge.

"Tazziwallah, I must have another lion," said Mustapha of Mudge, giving his blue whiskers a terrible tweak.

"You're making most of the noise yourself," said Tazziwallah, sulking.

They replied, "The dew." The Ass resolved that he would live only upon dew, and in a short time died of hunger.

Four: The Lion and the Mouse.

A Lion was awakened from sleep by a Mouse running over his face.

Rising up angrily, he caught him and was about to kill him, when the Mouse piteously entreated, saying, "If you would only spare my life, I would be sure to repay your kindness." The Lion laughed and let him go.

It happened shortly after this that the Lion was caught by some hunters, who bound him by strong ropes to the ground.

The Mouse, recognizing his roar, came and gnawed the rope with his teeth, and set him free, exclaiming, "You ridiculed the idea of my ever being able to help you, not expecting to receive from me any repayment of your favor.

Now you know that it is possible for even a Mouse to confer benefits on a Lion." Five: The Charcoal Burner and the Fuller.

A Charcoal Burner carried on his trade in his own house.

The difference between this and all other collections of fables, ancient or modern, is very striking.

There are the same leading animal characters, the lion, the eagle, the bear, etc., with the difference that the jackal takes the place of the fox, and that there are introduced more of the smaller species.

There are also the same animal traits, showing great acuteness and fixedness of zoological observation from the earliest times.

But instead of being brief apologues with a single event and one brief moral deduced, like the Greek fables of Aesop or the Arabian of Lachmann, they are long, continued histories, involving a great variety of events, having each their social or political aspects forming a narration highly interesting in itself, exhibiting sometimes the most exquisite moral, and yet with rare ingenuity preserving the peculiar characteristics of each species.

Thus, for example, in the principal story of King Lion and his friend the bull, who are set at variance by the unprincipled jackal, the lion is alarmed at hearing for the first time the bull's deep bellow, so different from his own hoarse roar.

He is not afraid, not he, but then there is something mysterious about it, and prudence is a virtue.

And so again, the generous monarch resists the efforts of the crafty calumniator by representing the difference of their habits, the one eating flesh and the other grass, as taking away all ground of rivalry in their intercourse.

The Fables of Pilpay by Anonymous.

But his greediness was disappointed: he both dropped the food which he was holding in his mouth, and was after all unable to reach that at which he grasped.

Fable five: The Cow, The She-Goat, The Sheep, and The Lion.

An alliance with the powerful is never to be relied upon.

The present fable testifies the truth of my maxim.

The latter denied that she was amenable to the charge.

Upon this, the ape sat as judge between them, and when each of them had pleaded his cause, the ape is said to have pronounced this sentence, "You, wolf, appear not to have lost what you demand.

I believe that you, fox, have stolen what you so speciously deny." Fable 11: The Ass and The Lion Hunting.

A dastard, who in his talk brags of his prowess and is devoid of courage, imposes upon strangers, but is the jest of all who know him.

But instead of being brief apologues with a single event and one brief moral deduced, like the Greek fables of Aesop or the Arabian of Lachmann, they are long, continued histories, involving a great variety of events, having each their social or political aspects forming a narration highly interesting in itself, exhibiting sometimes the most exquisite moral, and yet with rare ingenuity preserving the peculiar characteristics of each species.

Thus, for example, in the principal story of King Lion and his friend the bull, who are set at variance by the unprincipled jackal, the lion is alarmed at hearing for the first time the bull's deep bellow, so different from his own hoarse roar.

He is not afraid, not he, but then there is something mysterious about it, and prudence is a virtue.

And so again, the generous monarch resists the efforts of the crafty calumniator by representing the difference of their habits, the one eating flesh and the other grass, as taking away all ground of rivalry in their intercourse.

The Fables of Pilpay by Anonymous.

Translated by Abdullah Ibn Al-Muqaffa and Joseph Harris.

Section eight, The Leopard and the Lion.

In the neighborhood of Basora there was a lovely island in which grew a most delightful wood where pleasing breezes whispered their love stories to the rustling leaves.

And now, as the night was senescent And stardials pointed to morn— As the sundials hinted of morn, At the end of our path eliquescent A nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn— Astat's bediamond crescent, Distinct with its duplicate horn.

And I said, "She is warmer than Dian: She rolls through an ether of sighs, She revels in a region of sighs: She has seen that the tears are not dry On those cheeks where the worm never dies; And has come past the stars of the Lion To point us the path to the skies— To the Lethean peace of the skies— Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes— Come up through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes." But Psyche, uplifting her finger, Said sadly, "This star I mistrust— Her pallor I strangely mistrust: Oh, hasten—oh, let us not linger— Oh, fly—let us fly, for we must!" In terror she spoke, letting sink Her wings till they trailed in the dust— In agony sobbed, letting sink Her plumes till they trailed in the dust— Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied, "This is nothing but dreaming! Let us on by this tremulous light! Let us bathe in this crystalline light! Its Sybilic splendour is beaming With hope and in beauty to-night: See! it flickers up the sky through the night— Ah! we safely may trust to its gleaming, And be sure it will lead us aright; We safely may trust to a gleaming That cannot but guide us aright, Since it flickers up to heaven through the night.

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom: And we passed to the end of a vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb— By the door of a legended tomb.

But just like any other dream, Upon the vapour of the dew My own had passed—did not the beam Of beauty which did while it threw The minute, the hour, the day, oppress My mind with double loveliness? We walked together on the crown Of a high mountain which looked down Afar from its proud, natural towers Of rock and forest on the hills, The dwindled hills, begirt with bowers, And shouting with a thousand rills.

I spoke to her of power and pride, But mystically, in such guise That she might deem it nought beside The moment's converse: in her eyes I read, perhaps too carelessly, A mingled feeling with my own— The flush on her bright cheek to me Seemed to become a queenly throne Too well that I should let it be Light in the wilderness alone.

I wrapt myself in grandeur then, And donned a visionary crown; Yet it was not that fantasy Had thrown her mantle over me, But that among the rabble, men, Lion Ambition is chained down, And crouches to a keeper's hand: Not so in deserts, where the grand, The wild, the terrible conspire With their own breath to fan his fire.

Look round thee now on Samarcand! Is she not queen of earth? her pride Above all cities? in her hand Their destinies? in all beside Of glory which the world hath known, Stands she not nobly and alone? Falling, her various stepping-stone Shall form the pedestal of a throne.

Sì, sempre, sempre, c'è sempre la richiesta per poterlo dare.

Io vedo Possible Love come Possible Lion.

Come Possible Lion [risatina].

Ah, come Leone, ok.

Sì, perché secondo me è quello che forse racchiude di più la tematica, le interpretazioni, un tipo di cinema-

They shall roar like young lions, yea, they shall roar and lay hold of the prey, and shall carry it away safe, and none shall deliver it.

Again, he's using symbols they're familiar with.

Lions are the scariest beast around, and when they get their prey, don't try and take that from them.

You're going to come out on the losing end of that battle, right? Unless you're David, I guess.

But everyone else, be careful of the lions.