SHFR
SHFR
Southern Hebrew Family Remnants
EXIT THE SYSTEM:
GATHERING IN THE CORNER
There are still wise old sages in the forests, but there are not many left. In another time, the old ones were regarded with such high respect, but with the shift of technology, any man can claim they wield wisdom, and ignore their neighborhood scholar.
Depart from evil, and do good - and dwell for evermore.
Psalm (Tehillim) 37:27
One very wise old man that I knew, and learned from was named Harley Davison.
With being raised in the dust bowl, and serving in the second world war, Mr. Davison had
been at the precipice of many historic moments, such as even the Battle of the Bulge. In the military he served as a medic and saw everything from syphilis infections to basic battle wounds and was forced to carry a short piece of railroad iron because he objected to carrying a firearm.
Later in life, his path led him to the forests of the Ozarks where he tended his garden and taught from the bible to the end of his days. His simple education his parents had given him, was the clear pure vessel he filled with spiritual knowledge. Compared to modern humans that are so covered with notions of every thought, older generations could fully devote their minds and lifestyles to the scripture.
Long ago, old timers like Mr. Davison noticed a constant stream of folks exiting the system and leaving the cities. And from the abundance of the world, the Ozarks remained as the last vestige of pure land for Torah observant homesteaders, and continues to be.
These forests have many likeminded folks that work their gardens and worship together in the same land, but still remain individual in their identities. Like spiritual settlers in a gold rush of Torah, its high time to leave the system and spiritually "get on the wagon train".
The name of the Lord is a tower of strength, the righteous runs into it and is strengthened.
Proverbs (Mishlei) 18:10
There even used to be a newsletter called "Corner Gathering" where folks would write about "undeniable miracles" and religious testimonials about how they were lead to the Ozarks.
Tucked away in North Arkansas, South Missouri, Eastern Oklahoma, and a little sliver of South East Kansas is the Ozarks. Multiple mountain ranges and plateau's roll together across the land making a glorious playground for the mountain man / mountain woman.
Where the common theme of the city is disposability, the everlasting label of the hillside is responsibility. Returning to the land, seeing where the food grows, and growing it yourself.
And from the farm-work, it reminds those who have forgotten the blessing of hot summers and cool waters. Braiding the hillside together with fencerows, barns, and hayfields, a man can relax feeling his arms in the natural space and motion of work.
The wise ones in the Ozarks have grown old in the scripture, contemplating its meaning and practice. They seem to all have large collections of books and enjoy knowledge on virtually any subject. These mystics of the hillside are farmers, herders, and scholars of literature, math, and science.
Always learning, even in supreme old age searching the pages of all the books of scripture again and again, the educated ones are found tending the earth. The ability to have concern for the soil, and return to shepherd its surface, outweighs all power known to man.
