LEFT, Ron Wyatt --
RIGHT, Dr. Robert Holt, MD. In the middle, time-traveling Jesus!
I got acquainted with Ron Wyatt back in 1988 and 1989 because of his
search for the "Ark of the Covenant" which he was continuing his
on-going search for in the tunnels that exist below the streets and
houses and lots and cemeteries of Old Jerusalem. His
theory was that the prophet Jeremiah had managed to hide this
Holy Golden Ark
in one of these tunnels and walled up the tunnel and buried it so
thoroughly just before the Babylonians had invaded that no one (but
Ron) has ever been able to catch a glimpse of it since.
It was
on that trip I got acquainted momentarily with two of what Ron
identified as "angels" although they looked like ordinary off-duty
Israeli soldiers dressed in army fatigues on top of a mountain in the
Negev desert of Southern Israel under unusual circumstances that later
made us certain that this mountain, identified as "Har Zin" on a
nearby sign, was the same hilltop on which Aaron the first Jewish high
priest died on, and was buried. On that same trip a day or so
later we all, Ron Wyatt, Randy Owens, and I met the "Man in White" at
the site where we were excavating for the
Holy Golden Ark,
the last year any
were able to do that for many years.
After seeing
a number of "angels" similar to those I met on "Har Zin" on other
years by Zechariah's cave, on the Isle of Patmos, at Loma Linda
University, and at a Seventh-day Adventist Camp-meeting at Freeport,
Maine, I decided to go back to Jerusalem, Israel again.
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It was 1997 now, and Michael Drosnin had just made the type of
Bible Codes known as "Torah Codes" or ELS --- Skipped Letter
Sequence codes ---famous throughout the United States by
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I
had read his book and bought computer software that would allow me to
look for these hidden codes myself. But before I would
invest a lot of time an effort into something new to me of a quite
different sort, such as this was, I wanted to ask about these "codes"
in Israel, and also visit parts of the Judean Desert between the Dead
Sea and Jerusalem that I had not as yet visited.
Jerusalem Jewish Quarter
December 12, 1997 Friday Noon

It was only
to sort of fill in some time and entertain myself that I was walking
through the Jewish Quarter of the walled city of Jerusalem at almost
noon on Friday, December 12, 1997. It was an area of small shops
of all sorts, and I stopped in front of a Cartoonist Shop with a plate
glass window in which, among other cartoons, was a cartoon of Golda Mier, the famous Prime Minister of Israel, who let that nation
successfully through the Yom Kippur War of 1973.
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It became noon as I was admiring Golda Mier's cartoon and I
decided that I needed a cartoon of myself to be drawn by this shop
artist, so I turned the corner to walk into the shop and see if
this was possible, and if so, for how much. The cartoonist
was at that moment leaving for dinner, but he promised to return
after lunch and do my picture, provided I was punctual-- at 1
o'clock exactly. "I have a family." "We celebrate the Sabbath
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The Cartoonist returned at exactly 1 PM, and fortunately for me I was
waiting for him. "I like that," he said. This is NOT his
picture but the picture of someone about his apparent age (but not
even a small fraction of his real age). Had I known who I was
really dealing with here, not just some anonymous Jewish cartoonist
but someone FAR more important (in disguise) I might have asked to
take his photograph -- but I'm happy to say that he did sign the
picture -- which in this case is still helping me piece together what
seems to have happened. In 2016, nineteen years later plus a
month. This is not his shop, either but the arrangement is
similar. I sat in a stuffed easy chair on this side of his
chair, he turned to look at me, then drew the picture piecemeal, using
about three different colors of chalk, turning back and forth as the
work progressed. I did not get to look at what he was doing
until the portrait was completed, and he signed it.
I only asked for a cartoon. "I'm doing a portrait of you for the
same price I usually charge for cartoons," he said. "You are
much too handsome for a cartoon." I thanked him for the second
(and final) compliment of the day).
It turns out that our conversation was as important as the picture
itself that my Supernatural Cartoonist drew of me, although I did not
know this at the time. He asked me questions in a matter-of-fact
sort of way. Like he was making conversation just to be polite
and to keep me entertained while he was drawing my picture. For
some unaccountable reason I didn't conceal anything from him that he
asked me, although technically, none of my private life was his
business, or at least, so it seemed. In a few minutes I had told
him I had been married twice, and was now (in 1997) single. I
was religious, and preached to those who would listen to me under the
name of the ELIJAH REVIVAL ministry. I was just learning about
the new ELS Bible Codes based on the Torah in Hebrew, and already knew
about the Essenes, and planned to go down to the Dead Sea Area once
again before I left for home and spend some more time at the Essene
sites. He took all this in without much comment.
Then he asked me what I thought of Elijah. Who was he?
Where did he come from? Who was his father? Why the
strange name?
I told him that in my opinion, Elijah was an extra-marital child, born
without a proper father whose family name he could claim. That's
why his mother named him after two names for God, Eli and Jah.
He had no father she could name him after. He smiled as I was
talking on, presuming to tell a Jewish man, and obviously an educated
and talented Jewish man about the life of one of the greatest, perhaps
the greatest of their prophets. And making insulting
remarks about his parentage. The prophet I had named my ministry
after. All nonesense this!
"Do you know why you've lost two wives and are now single?" asked the
artist, touching up his work here and there, and signing and dating
it. "No, why." "Because you are arrogant, that's why!"
That's how I have drawn you in this portrait, -- as ARROGANT!" I
looked at the picture. It was well done, and resembled me, but I
did appear arrogant, like a judge or president or someone else really
more important than I appeared to be. One of the things I DIDN'T
tell him was that I had been an emergency room doctor for 20 + years.
Somehow I think he knew. I paid him his asking price plus a
generous tip, shook hands, and was on my way, not turning to look
again at a man who would leave me wondering about a lot of things over
the next 19 years, and only this week, the week of January 17 onward
of 2016 am I finding answers I need to know.
ANSWERS I NEED TO
KNOW ABOUT THIS PERSON WHO SIGNED MY PICTURE "ELIJAH SCHWARTZ"
AND ALSO "YESHUA" IN ARAMAIC! AND THE DATE --
12-12-1997.

The Arrogant
Judge
by
Elijah
Schwartz
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