I wrote recently that the first boeing 777 plane crash, flight 214 was tied to Jared.
It was flight 7742 and only 1 verse has this gematria.
It is verse 28573.
This is 1047 verses before 1 thess 4:16.
Strong’s G1047=treasure
H214=treasure
A perfect match
Notice that Christ will descend with a shout
That is G2752=shout
It is thought by many to be the same shout as H8643 ( Tishri 1 is a Yom Teruwah)
H8643=תרועה teruw`ah {ter-oo-aw'} from 07321; TWOT - 2135b; n f AV - shout 11, shouting 8, alarm 6, sound 3, blowing 2, joy 2, misc 4; 36 1) alarm, signal, sound of tempest, shout, shout or blast of war or alarm or joy 1a) alarm of war, war-cry, battle-cry 1b) blast (for march) 1c) shout of joy (with religious impulse) 1d) shout of joy (in general)
It is a shout or battle cry or or shout of joy
Notice G214
G214 αλαλαζω alalazo {al-al-ad'-zo} from alale ( a shout, VhallooV); TDNT - 1:227,36; v AV - wail 1, tinkle 1; 2 1) to repeat frequently the cry ValalaV as soldiers used to do on entering into battle 2) to utter a joyful sound 3) to wail, lament 4) to ring loudly, to clang For Synonyms see entry 5804
It is also a battle cry or to utter a joyful sound.
The news is still falling
in our kitchen
like invisible rain
as we eat the pink salmon,
the lettuce, the mashed potatoes.
Because now everything
glistens. The candles, the soft
folds of red napkins
each in its place,
as though it all were sacred—
the rain
must still be falling.
Not me, not anyone I know.
Earlier in the day, the terrible
news lifted too easily,
a cheap Mylar balloon
cut loose—a tinny flash.
Couldn’t even tell its color
against the sky.
About This Poem
“This poem is about how tragic events enter our lives, the initial impulse to distance ourselves from them, and then how they permeate and linger. It was particularly difficult to admit relief at knowing that all those I knew were safe. Gratitude for the ordinary becomes extraordinarily heightened in such circumstances.”
—Sally Bliumis-Dunn
The news is still falling
in our kitchen
like invisible rain
as we eat the pink salmon,
the lettuce, the mashed potatoes.
Because now everything
glistens. The candles, the soft
folds of red napkins
each in its place,
as though it all were sacred—
the rain
must still be falling.
Not me, not anyone I know.
Earlier in the day, the terrible
news lifted too easily,
a cheap Mylar balloon
cut loose—a tinny flash.
Couldn’t even tell its color
against the sky.
Poem of the day: June 5, 2014
Flight 214, Sally Bliumis-Dunn
About this poem:
“This poem is about how tragic events enter our lives, the initial impulse to distance ourselves from them, and then how they permeate and linger. It was particularly difficult to admit relief at knowing that all those I knew were safe. Gratitude for the ordinary becomes extraordinarily heightened in such circumstances.”
The coverage raises questions about the role of culture and race in the media. How do these lenses affect international coverage — and understanding — of a rising, but still relatively little-known country such as Korea? How did a tragic incident become tainted with ethnic slurs and racist comments?
Interesting analysis of media response to the Asiana flight crash. Read "The 'exotification' of Asiana 214"
"This detailed animation depicting Saturday’s crash at San Francisco International Airport was created by a former pilot who runs a computer animation company that specializes in re-creating air crashes."
Apparently, some people pranked the anchors by putting the "names" of the pilots who've flown the downed Asiana Airlines flight over SF. I've listed what they put below. In a racially insensitive posting, the NTSB intern, no longer works for the agency. Here are the fake names the intern posted. -Captain Sumting Wong -Wi Tu Lo -Ho Lee Fuk -Bang Ding Ow