Amazing link between Jesus and Frankincense!

Working on a part of my novel, I stopped to research tree sap. I began on reading about Frankincense. I found some amazing facts about frankincense that we all know was presented to baby Jesus at the manger.
The scientific name for frankincense tree: Boswellia sacra

Almost the word sacrifice.


More research from www.anagrammer.com/scrabble/sacra

Words that can be created with an extra letter added to Sacra

ACARUS	ARECAS	BARCAS	CAESAR
CARATS	CHARAS	CRAALS	FRACAS
LASCAR	RASCAL	SACRAL	SCALAR

We see the word Caesar.

From Wikipedia:

Frankincense is tapped from the very scraggly but hardy Boswellia tree by slashing the bark and allowing the exuded resins to bleed out and harden. These hardened resins are called tears. There are numerous species and varieties of frankincense trees, each producing a slightly different type of resin. Differences in soil and climate create even more diversity of the resin, even within the same species.
Frankincense trees are also considered unusual for their ability to grow in environments so unforgiving that they sometimes grow directly out of solid rock.



See anything relevant to Christ in that explanation? Solid rock. Also, Jesus was speared or cut on the tree he died on. We also see the word tears in that explanation.

It is mentioned in the Hebrew Bible book of Exodus 30:34, where it is named levonah, meaning "white" in Hebrew.^[5]




The aroma of frankincense is said to represent life and the Judaic, Christian, and Islamic faiths have often used frankincense mixed with oils to anoint newborn infants and individuals considered to be moving into a new phase in their spiritual lives.

There is a place on the West Bank called Levonah. I am not sure if Christ had ever been there. So that means that maybe Frankincense was found there. 

I am coming to the conclusion, that maybe, just maybe that Jesus might have been crucified on a Frankincense tree. 

What do you think?
Also, searching frankincense, it may cure cancer.

Sharon Black

Baby Bird Rescue! The correct way.

A Blue Jay perched on my backyard gate squawked frantically. Nothing unusual, Blue Jays squawk
most of the time, except when they sing, which sounds like a simple flute composition. I grab the garden hose to water my baby vegetables, tomatoes, and flowers. I still heard the Blue Jay and the same bird swooped down to attack one of my cats. A few steps more, and a baby Blue Jay had fallen and suffering in the hot sunshine. I pick it up, seeing it is not responding very well. I carry it a while finishing my watering. 
A basket designated for injured birds is put to use. I place it in there, hang it in the garage to cool down. How long had it been in this awful heat on the ground surrounded by cats?
Later, after a nap, I search on the internet for professional advice on handling baby birds. In the past I had taken them somewhere out of my cat's territory, and wished them luck. Now, the professional bird advice is to put them in something, like a basket, or cut open a large soda pop bottle, place in soft material and nail the nursery onto a tree where mother bird can have her child back safely. So I did, in this terrible hot windy day. Mother bird did notice I think, but the baby Blue Jay did not survive. 
Next day, arrive home about the same time. Birds are frantically screeching. I look over, and I see a baby black bird on the ground, cats hovering, fearing a dive bomb episode from mother bird.
This baby bird is okay. Alert, vocal, and hard to catch. If I could have found that nest yesterday, I would have paid someone to put the bird in it, but, couldn't see it, just heard babies cheeping.
I reach up, place the baby in the pop bottle, but it tumbles out flapping to the ground, I grab it again, cats interested, and just let it go on top the small building under all the trees.
I don't know what happened to the baby, all I can do is let nature take its course.