JOSHUA LEVI AND THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THE NUMBER SEVEN
Published 01/23/2024
Joshua was 27 years old when he left this world. He was the 7th child. Number on his ashes 6777 6777=fggg IN HEBREW means *Found/ forever* & god god god So joshua is with god 777. Also the fact that the three sevens is complete for the Father SON and the HOLLY SPIRIT 777
The name Joshua comes from the Hebrew name “Yehoshua,” meaning “God is deliverance.” In the Old Testament of the Bible, Joshua was the Israelite leader who succeeded Moses and led the Hebrews to the Promised Land. Origin: Yehoshua is derived from yeho (meaning God) and shua (meaning to deliver or save).Aug 5, 2021 Joshua is a traditionally masculine name with Hebrew roots. In the Bible, Joshua was selected as Moses’ successor to lead the Israelites. The name Joshua means “Jehovah is generous” or “Jehovah saves.” It comes from the Hebrew Yehoshua, which means salvation.
The Hebrew word heart is Lev. The word Levi means, MY HEART.
The number seven. No need to think a lot, research, study or consider, since Seven is so obviously the ending number that doesn’t need any justification. Now for starters we have the earth and the sky current, and I say present (not Genesis 1: 1), the earth and the current heavens are made in six days and God will cease to His work on the seventh day. In fact, this is how the Bible begins, and it is interesting to note that when the Bible ends, ends with a book where the words, “this Book “, are found seven times, where there are seven cups, seven bowls, seven trumpets, seven candlesticks, seven spirits and seven churches. The Book, being an infinite Book, goes in a circle (and anyone who reads the book of Revelation already knows), like the Tree of Life found in Genesis appears in Apocalypse. God’s paradise in Genesis appears in Apocalypse, and he takes you back in a circle. Seven is clearly the number of completion. (And my Son Joshua Levi was 27 when he left this world) This is evident at the beginning of the Bible and at the end of the Bible. Yes it was not obvious from here, one would see immediately upon studying Levi’ticus 23 and 25 that God did not does nothing without “seven”. In fact, the word seven in Hebrew is the same word as swearing or getting under oath. When the Lord says, “I have sworn by myself/himself “, he has cut himself, or as they say in the dice table: “seven is eleven”. Seven is the end. (And 777 trumps 6 when Playing poker # on ashes 6777) Nature does nothing for ten. Does everything at seven. If you are a man or a woman, you have seven members in your body, the body being the trunk. The trunk of the body, the body proper, has seven limbs sticking out of him. Man or woman, you have seven members. (Levi 7th child) Thats not all; there are only seven colors. If a man has red, yellow and blue, the primaries, orange, green and purple, the side and black, he can make or mix any color that is. You say, “What about white?” White is absence of colour. “White” people are called “white” because of the absence of pigmentation in the skin. (They are not really white; your skin is actually “pink” due to the blood flowing through below. If they were really white, they would be dead!) it is an absence of color. That is the point. So if a man has seven colors, he can paint anything, because seven wind up. There are no more than seven colors. So you have seven notes on the musical scale. There is not a piece of music that comes from the pen of Beethoven, Brahms, Bach, Tschaikovsky, Rachmaninoff, Stravinsky, Schumann, Schubert, Mendelssohn, Handel, Rimski-Korsakov; none of them ever wrote anything that he used more than seven notes. You see that the black notes in a piano are not true notes; they are what you call half notes. The notes are the white notes, and when You hit the eighth note, you’re playing the same as the first because one octave higher than the first is Eight. There are only seven notes on a piano. That’s all there are; there is no more. When you get to eight, you go up one eighth from the first. So there are not many doubts about the number seven. Neither you even have to start tracing it in word of God. Wherever you find seven, it will end, and Either seven seven or seventy seven or seventy times seven, that’s the end. It is very interesting to note that in Clarence Larkin’s Dispensational Truth, you’ll find all the Israel’s history divided into periods of 490 years each, which it is clearly 7 times 70–490. You can verify that in the deal dispensational with Israel: God’s plan to divide the things of according to the seven. Seven is simply and clearly beyond any reputation the number of completion. And although the Gentiles count by ten, and we will see why later, God counts by seven. 777; it is three times completed. That is the perfection of the Trinity times, and that is the one you are Son. With the father, Son and Holy Spirit of God forever and always. We’ll all be together soon and “it won’t be long at all.” Love always and forever, Mom.
Her stories, and, the magic and wonder that she created when I was a child.
It was a winter Christmas night in Buffalo New York in 1963. My oldest sister, Mary was going Christmas shopping and I asked her if I could go because I had never been out after dark, especially at Christmas time. I was just 7yrs old. Needless to say, she allowed me to go and I must say; it was one of the most beautiful Christmas experiences that I ever had.
We only lived a few blocks away from the gigantic department stores, one was called Hens and Kelly’s, I believe that was the name.
It was snowing and as we approached the bright lights of the city, my eyes must have been as big as quarters! I just couldn’t believe how beautiful and magical everything felt! There were Christmas lights of every color and size dangling from the street signs, the buildings, and every department store window. There were decorated Christmas trees, bells ringing, carolers singing, and Christmas music playing in every store. I just couldn’t believe my eyes! Then we went into Hen’s-n-Kellys department store and, my sister asked me if I wanted to go see Santa, and of course I did.
I told Santa what I wanted for Christmas and he gave me a hug and a candy cane. It was great! Then, we were off to the next store. We passed a police man who was walking the beat, he nodded and said, Merry Christmas! He was so kind. Next, we happen to pass another Santa from the salvation army. He was so happy and jolly and he said, “Merry Christmas, ho ho ho” as he shook his bell with gladness! There was so much love in the air.
Then, it occurred to me that, I had just sat on Santa’s lap in the last store. I mentioned it to my sister and, I told her that it’s impossible to have two Santa’s and now, I’m not sure if I believe in Santa anymore. She said, “no sweetheart, there’s not two Santa’s but, only one.” She continued. Do you see those raindeer over there? Well, they fly from store to store so, that Santa can be everywhere and see all the children. I was like, “wow, really!” I remember thinking, how amazing that was and, to this day, I believe that was the best Christmas ever! The Spirit of Christmas was everywhere! I never told her how much that meant to me as a child. So, now I want to thank you sister for making my Christmas dreams come true in Buffalo New York, 1963.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! MAY ALL YOUR WISHES AND DREAMS COME TRUE. JESUS LOVES YOU AND I DO TOO.
LEVI went to heaven January 29, 2022 He’s now one year old in heaven. An innocent baby, a child of GOD, he’s with his real Father in heaven, and I cannot wait to see his beautiful face and smile again!!! Come quickly my Lord, my Father and my Savior, JESUS CHRIST.
FROM JESUS: I am coming to get you very soon! Donna, you will be reunited with your Son, your family, and your real Father in heaven. Stay close to me for you are my daughter and Levi is with Me for, I AM his Father as well as your’s. Watch for me and keep the light that I have given you. For JESUS IS the light that shines in the darkness and the darkness CANNOT put it out. Love Always and forever, GOD.
SOME PEOPLE ARE SO POOR THAT’S ALL THEY HAVE IS MONEY
Published from WordPress by Donna Brown Bowles October 30, 2022
There was this rich man and he had a son. His son didn’t seem to appreciate the riches that they had. So, he decided to take his son on a trip to a poor village and spend some time with a family that was very poor, in hopes that his son would then appreciate their great riches. So they spent a week with this family and when they returned home, he asked his son what he had learned from this and, his son replied:
We have one dog. They have four.
We have pools. They have rivers and streams.
We have lamps at night. They have stars.
We buy food. They grow theirs.
We have alarms to keep us safe. They have God and friends.
We have a big screen TV that we sit in front of. The sit by campfires sharing stories with family and friends.
We have great walls to protect us.
They have Jesus to protect them.
Then the boy said, “Thanks dad for showing me how poor we are.”
My Mom,
How she made everything
Beautiful and new.
Her smile lit up every room.
Her kindness, and unfailing love, always took away my gloom.
I miss you mom with my heart and soul.
Your fragrance fills the air with all the stories that you told.
It’s seems like only yesterday I would kneel by you at night and pray.
Our trips to the ocean shore, a lunch for two, and the taste of that salty breeze, as though it was only yesterday, just you and me.
Oh mother, how I miss you so.
I just wished that we could be together just once more.
The day will come when we will meet again.
In heaven with our Father forevermore.
Your smile I cannot wait to see.
Until that day, I’ll hold on tight to all my dreams.
But, for now, I do regret, another Mother’s Day must end.
Happy Mothers Day Mom I Miss You.
My mother,
How she made everything
Beautiful and new.
Her smile lit up every room.
Her kindness, and unfailing love, always took away my gloom.
I miss you mom with all my heart.
Your fragrance fills the air with all the stories that you told.
Never, in the entire world, would there be a Mom with your heart of gold.
It’s seems like only yesterday that I’d kneel by you at night and pray.
Our trips to the ocean shore, a lunch for two, and the taste of that salty breeze, as though it was only yesterday, just you and me…
Oh, mother, how I miss you so.
I just wished that we could be together just once more.
The day will come when we will be in heaven with our Father forevermore.
Your smile I cannot wait to see.
Until that day, I’ll hold on tight to my dreams.
But, for now, another Mother’s Day must end.
May God be with you till we meet again.
Happy Mother’s Day, my precious Mom.
I ❤ you…
I have no interest in this world of treasures and I can’t feel at home here.
I love you Father. I’m watching for Your return, and praying continually that You protect my children and I, so that we may be ready for Your coming, Thank you Father, Jesus Name amen.
Sincerely, Your daughter who longs to be with You and ONLY You…
This set of photographs was shot on Mother’s Day this year in Portland Oregon. My daughter, her pug and I were playing carelessly in the park, as I gazed over at the swing set and for just a moment, I could see my daughter swinging twenty-five years earlier. The reminiscent thought was and always will be cherished.
That’s why I named this set of photographs, “Forever Young.”
While visiting my children last month in Portland Oregon I was introduced to our newest family member, Ninja, the acrobat. His given name appropriately fits his outstanding ability to master gymnastics, ungracefully at times. “Laughs”
My daughter Candice and I laughed until our stomachs ached while watching her puppy’s childish play. Candice and I are artists in several areas. Whether
we were beading, painting or trying certain techniques in photography, Ninja would run through the middle and flip over our creations like a bull on steroids, either landing on the other side of our crafts, creating a distraction, or directly in the middle sending our beads or paint flying in the air. ! “~laughing”~
We finally found a solution to our problem. We would take him outside before creating and throw the ball until he was exhausted then take him in and put him to bed right next to us. He would sleep right through our art session which lasted two to three hours.
I miss his childlike energy and his intuition on human behavior. He taught me a lot about enjoying life to the fullest and selflessness. He taught me a truth that had been hidden inside me. Home is where the heart is, and my heart lives in Portland with my wonderful family.
Just returned from a month visit from Portland Oregon where my kids and grandkids reside. It was a good reminder of what I love and miss the most. Family and Portland. We are moving back soon. Home is where the heart is and my heart lives in Portland.
The breweries, the art, and the atmosphere of freedom. What a beautiful place it is…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014-15] all photography, poetry, and stories are (C) unless posted otherwise.
The world was never created for anyone as beautiful as you.
May you stay forever young.
Forever Young”
May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
(By Bob Dylan)
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
This last year I made a decision and commitment to learn more about what love is and how it could be applicable in my life.
I was spiritually, and emotionally bankrupt, which left me feeling empty. I knew something had to change. I was desperate for change.
I’d like to share a little of what I have learned and am still learning, for it has made an enormous difference in my life.
I saw this cartoon on F/B. It was a good reminder of what I want for my life.
Love is just a word that requires action. Without the action it’s a lie.
If I love someone, regardless of any adverse situation that may occure, I must act from integrity, responsibility , morality and not my emotions/heart.
When I’m angry I’m incapable of feeling love, therefore I’m incapable of giving and receiving love.
Love isn’t always feeling good. If that were the case the divorce rate would drop considerably!
It’s about growing, giving and loving unconditionally. (& A LOT MORE)
I’m practicing love with my family, friends and myself by doing the next right thing.
This is new for me and I haven’t perfected it by any means; however, I am willing to learn, grow and live along spiritual lines.
We are spiritual beings having a human experience.
Love is just a word that needs a verb. :]💕
[By Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
My mother
How she made everything
Beautiful and new
Her smile surely lit up every room
Her kindness and her love
Always took away my gloom
I miss you mom with
All my heart and soul
Reminiscences of all the
Sweetest stories that you told
Never in the entire world would there be
A mother as lovely as thee
It’s seems like only yesterday
You would rock me on your knee
Your perfume smelled as lilies
And flowers by the sea
Our trips to the ocean shore
For lunch and taste the salty breeze
Oh mother how I miss you
I just wished that we could be
Together just once more
The day will come when we will be
Together forevermore
Happy Mother’s day my dear precious
Mother I love you..
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[ (C) 2014 by Dawna Bowles] unless posted otherwise.
Jake my son you have
Always been so much fun
Anything to help mom
Your motto when you were young
College glows from your face
Your happiness its trace
You’re a blessing
My heart smiles
Knowing you’ve become
A great son with
Your clouded guitar
You outshine
The brightest star
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014] (unless posted otherwise)
Standing exposed
on top of a building
Screaming to the world
Can you hear my cries
Do you feel my pain
I dare you to open your eyes
My entirety is so insane
He’s tired of running
Just wants to be free
They walk on by and
Prentend they do not see
The blood of the homeless
Dieing to be loved
His pain he can no longer hide
He jumps
He screams
Can’t you see?
Can’t your hear?
Can’t you feel?
He lies broken
Wanting to be
Healed…
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[by Dawna D. Bowles
(C) 2014]
Remember when we used to sing the songs of long ago?
Adore the artist biography of Michael Angelo?
History of paintings of the wonders of Van Gogh?
Together we created unimagined stories told, as we dreamed our dreams the evidence was one of solid gold.
Fascinating pirate chests were filled with gems and roads where endless possibilities filled the sky with hope.
When poetry created a world that we could touch,
a time in space, a peaceful place, created for just us.
Where nebulous defined the haze of troubled minds and freed the eagle of the nebula inside our broken times.
When telescopic galaxies a map that illuminated our souls, restoring vision to our minds.
providing an incentive to keep climbing till we reached the other side.
Reminiscent of a space and time of endless possibilities.
We always said we would hold on tight to our greatest dreams?
Just look upon that one bright star before division was our debt.
Can you see the illumination that helps us alive?
It’s filled with hope, and faith that heals all of our lost time.
Remember to look up and wish upon the brightest star and know that I too am looking as you are.
On my son, how I wonder how you are…
Just believe and pray till we meet again someday when our pain and sorrows will all be washed away….
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Where did you hide my son of life
Your talent is clouded by burdens
Your goodness is great you must
avoid strife
Wake up open your spiritual eyes
The clouds have parted so you can fly
Amidst the clouds the sun has come
Can you see the light
You no longer have to hide nor run
Come home my son
I love you….
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