I didn't say "Biblical evidence," I said, "Biblical scholarship," (repeat) scholarship. But here goes:
The Interpreter's Dictionary of the Bible, Vol. 1, Abingdon, 1962; pg. 813.
The Interpreter's Bible, Vol. 1, Abingdom, 1952; pg. 467.
Both sources exegete the term "deep" (tehom, in Heb) and equate it to a philological equivalent of Tiamat, the chaos monster in the Babylonian creation myth.
I could go on, but...why?
I see you use man made dictionaries to interprete God's word for you, rather than the spirit who reveals all things.
To the written recorded words of God, there has been added many, many erroneous interpretations by men, who in earlies times did not have the required data to understand the hidden truths that have come down to us from above (The future).
Such as the story of creation which, when interpretated in the Light of the scientific information that has been gathered over the many centuries, make so much more sense than the myths of men who were struggling to put form and terminology to the futuristic visions they had received, for which,
words to interprete such things had not in their times as yet developed in the vocabulary of mankind.
Those added erroneous interpretations and in some cases, downright false additions to God's word, are what Jesus refers to as the yeast of the Pharisees that has been added to the pure unleavened bread that has come down to us.
Because of that added yeast, the true flavour of the bread from heaven cannot be experienced by the physical minds of men upon whom you rely for your interpretations of God's word.
Just as we of today, in a state of hypnosis or deep meditation, can enter the Kingdom of God within us where time and space do not exist, and there, to merge with a living mind of one of our genetic ancestors and experience the life and times of their position in the body of God who encompasses all space-time.
And sometimes, from our seemingly comotosed body in the present, express that which we are experiencing while merged with the mind of our past, and express those experiences in the language of our ancient ancestor; a language which is totally unfamiliar to us and the world of today.
Meanwhile, our ancient ancestor of the past, babbles incoherent rubbish (
Sometimes in the language of the futuristic mind with which they are merged) in their attempt to put form and terminology to the futuristic visions received from the mind of their future generations who do not exist in their space-time.
It is the spirits of my future generations, with whom I am united, who reveal to me the truth in God's word. You would be well advised to empty yourself of all preconceived ideas as to the reality of God, and stand before your invisible teacher as a little child, an empty and receptive vessel into which can be poured the waters of eternal life.
And so my friend, come soar with me
To the outer limits of reality
This universe, though wide it seems
Is but the shadow of our dreams.
We're naught but knowledge in these tents
Refined through pain and punishment
We're the hive of man, and neath his Rod
We are one, we're the Son of God.
The past, the present, the future is He
He was, He is and He will be
And heaven is, but a point in time
To where the spirit in man must climb
Eventually, when He's there at last
And stands and gazes on His past
And takes his throne prepared in heaven
Then all His past will be forgiven.
I Am Who I Am, the die is cast
For I was created by my past
And we who we are this very day
Determine His future in everyway
If my past were changed, then who would I be?
One thing's for certain, I wouldn't be me....By S-word.
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Come, travel with me on a journey through time
Not in some capsule, but in our mind
To the innermost sanctuary will we descend
To that single cell from which your body began
In the Holy of Holies where all is one
Where all of space and time is joined
We'll mingle there with other minds
From other lands, in other times.
Minds of the past who seem dead and gone
And minds of the future which are yet unborn
For they in their time, whether here on this world
Or some distant planet to which they've been lured
Will enter their innermost sanctuary too
And there perhaps, they'll merge with you.
Ah! To travel through space in the wink of an eye
Merged with your child on some world way up high
And if this is but madness? Then madness it be,
So come my mad brethren; come, follow me.....BY S-word.