Who is hillbilly flyer?

Where did the name hillbilly flyer come from? (you didn't ask, but I'm gonna tell you)

I was raised in a one room shack with an out house out back, with my 5 brothers & sister, along with my parents.

That was life until I was 9. I am a literal hillbilly.

From 9 to 19 I lived everywhere from California to Arkansas, over 21 moves in those ten years. Most places didn't last more than a month or two.

At 17 my parents settled im Arkansas with me and my younger brother. We lived in tents & a small camper til we built another small shack, and eventually a small home.

My father and I placed every cinder block, salvaged every 2x4, hammered every nail.

Arkansas was my first "home" at 17.

At 19 my parents divorced.

I found myself living in a rented room with my two older brothers in Utah.

I had no education. My parents gave up on trying to keep me in school after the 3rd grade. I barely had a pair of shoes to my name.

Around this time I began having a recurring dream that would keep my nights full for the next ten years- the hardest years of my life.

In the dream I would always will myself into flight. It was hard. It took all my concentration. I often wavered and fell, but I always flew in my dreams. I felt powerful and free.

Over the next ten years I struggled with education (trying to go to college,) trying to find steady work that had a future, figuring our how social structures work (how to have, make & be friends,) how to date, how to open a bank account, how to drive in traffick, and how to find sanity with mental illness triggered by stress.

In these years I struggled with addiction to porn, I lost my faith, I was haunted by demons and kept company with evil spirits, I struggled to see reality from paranoia, I lost my opportunity to serve my country, I failed college, I got into debt, I became homeless, and I tried to kill myself.

Through all of this I still had the dream. I wrote music. And I had one friend who genuinely loved me, Nyrie. She saved my life.

Hillbilly Flyer was the name I performed open mics under. It was born out if that dream that gave me hope through all those hard times. It gave me a taste of what was possible and planted a seed that never died.

Even though my music never turned into anything, hillbilly flyer still lives on. I've abandoned the capital letters because I realized that ego was the source of all my suffering. At 19 I didn't know how to ask for help. I was too busy being scared to be humble.

At 32 I met the love of my life. My Arkansas princess who I met by chance at 15. Even though I only lived there for a month or two, she remembered me & I remembered her. We've now been together for 13 years and married in 2018.

I am learning to fly. It's still hard at times but I'm making good progress. At 19 I would have never thought I'd be where I am today.

I am hillbillyflyer. Ever changing, ever growing. Going up.

The everything post: The Gentiles Question

I think the word "gentile" is a bad translation. I'm not a scholar, but near as I can tell "gentile" is a replacement of the Greek word "ethnikos" or the Hebrew "goyim" for a Latin translation.

So why is "Gentile" in any English translation? Every case of it in the Bible should be replaced with "the nations" or the "other nation" refering to non-Jews depending o  context.

Gentile in English means specifically non-Jewish people. I find this a curious concept considering its origin "ethnikos" which means clan, family, nation, etc., depending on context, but is where the word "ethnic" originates- so clearly we are speaking of different bloodlines.

Yet, there is no other bloodline than Adam's. Right?

The concept of "gentile" nations has always bothered me. ("Gentile" also means pagan or heathen- both words used in the Bible.)

I'm still getting familiar with the timeline of Adam to Jacob, and the word "Gentile" (I believe) shows up exclusively in the New Testiment. 

Perhaps it is a contextual prerogative taken by early Christian translators drive a separation between Jews & Christians.

Perhaps it is inspired. I don't know.

It still begs the question where the "gentiles" come from; what bloodlines, if not Adams; is it just a separation from Jacob? Why?

Before the flood we read of Nephilim who were the offspring of human females mating with "angels" or "watchers" creating not just "giants" who devoured all things including people, but created also by this union was all manner of un-natural beasts. These were the reasons given for the flood.

The "Angels & Watchers" were expelled from the earth. The Nephilim were made to live under the ground. (look at archeology) (see Neanderthals & Clovis people) (see UFOs & Aliens) (see traditional images of "Hell" & Demons)

Is the word "Gentile" inspired of God and accurate? I believe it is. So why then were the Gentiles second to the Jews (the "chosen" people of God) when Christ walked the earth? Why were the Jews "Chosen," and what does that mean exactly? (Is it just the chosen bloodline for the saviour to come? If so, again, is that not Adam's bloodline of which we are all from?)

Are Gentiles outside Adam's bloodline? Is that, perhaps, why (in part) we needed Christ? Is that why Jacob was seperated as the nation of Israel and his bloodline from Adam preserved?

Did all life but that on the Ark perish in the flood? Surely not. Why do all ancient cultures have not only a flood story, but also stories of underground monsters/demons & heavenly teachers who once mated with human women? (and hybrid animals)

I've been searching for an aswer to the "Gentile" question now for years. This is where I am in the questioning. If you enjoyed this read please ask more questions.

I think our reality might just be more crazy and fantastic then we've ever imagined it could be.

This question has vexed me for years now and the closest thing I've found to an answer is a touch of a finger through the top of the back of my head, reaching to the base of my brain and withdrawing in the shape of a elingated halo.

It simply said "hello" in a voice so clear and present that I thought some one entered my room. I reached above my head to feel this shape drawn out of me... my spirit was that shape for several minutes.

It was a terrifying and beautiful experience that gave me an answer to my searching.

The answer: yes, there is so much more than you can comprehend or imagine. Keep searching.

God bless you & thanks for reading.