The Name and Number of the Beast

After spending much time trying to fit the number of the Beast into any name I came across…I realized that the solution may be much simpler than I had first expected.

The bible calls the numbers in order; first it calls for the number 600.  This was found in the Hebrew letter Mem (final) = ם.  Next was 60 that proved to be the letter Samekh = ס.  Lastly we look to the single 6 that is left and we end up with the Hebrew letter Vav or Waw = ו.

Because the bible mentions the Mem first this was the first number I write, followed by the Samekh then Vav.  The word ended up looking like this – םסו. 

I made a copy of the word and placed it into Google’s translation program against all odds that this combination of letters would create a word that corresponded to the Hebrew language.  I was shocked and not at all surprised when a simple word/name popped up…Sam.

There are various meanings connected to the word Sam the first being the Hebrew meaning “poison”; the second is Arabic wasakh which means scum, dirty or filth.  Also if you take םסו and reverse it it then becomes the word “terminal” as in deadly. 

So…if Sam is not a person like Sam Smith but an organization who spreads “deadly poison”, that just left me to find out what Sam was.  There was only one group, army or country that has ever been referred to as Sam’s by their enemies…The forces of Uncle Sam.

If Uncle Sam is then the Beast this would mean that it is not a personal name but the name of a “title” position…namely Uncle Sam…President of the US.

Just for flavor I am including these two letters by so called “sons of Sam”.  How well it fits.

Son of Sam letter (David Richard Berkowitz)

In the street near the Esau-Suriani shooting, a police officer discovered a hand-written letter. Written mostly in block capital letters with some lower-case letters, it was addressed to NYPD Captain Joseph Borrelli.

In full, with misspellings intact, it read:

I am deeply hurt by your calling me a women hater. I am not. But I am a monster. I am the “Son of Sam.” I am a little “brat”. When father Sam gets drunk he gets mean. He beats his family. Sometimes he ties me up to the back of the house. Other times he locks me in the garage. Sam loves to drink blood. “Go out and kill” commands father Sam. Behind our house some rest. Mostly young — raped and slaughtered — their blood drained — just bones now. Papa Sam keeps me locked in the attic, too. I can’t get out but I look out the attic window and watch the world go by. I feel like an outsider. I am on a different wave length then everybody else — programmed too kill. However, to stop me you must kill me. Attention all police: Shoot me first — shoot to kill or else. Keep out of my way or you will die! Papa Sam is old now. He needs some blood to preserve his youth. He has had too many heart attacks. Too many heart attacks. “Ugh, me hoot it urts sonny boy.” I miss my pretty princess most of all. She’s resting in our ladies house but I’ll see her soon. I am the “Monster” — “Beelzebub” — the “Chubby Behemouth.” I love to hunt. Prowling the streets looking for fair game — tasty meat. The wemon of Queens are z prettyist of all. I must be the water they drink. I live for the hunt — my life. Blood for papa. Mr. Borrelli, sir, I dont want to kill anymore no sir, no more but I must, “honour thy father.” I want to make love to the world. I love people. I don’t belong on Earth. Return me to yahoos. To the people of Queens, I love you. And I wa want to wish all of you a happy Easter. May God bless you in this life and in the next and for now I say goodbye and goodnight. Police — Let me haunt you with these words; I’ll be back! I’ll be back! To be interrpreted as — bang, bang, bang, bank, bang — ugh!! Yours in murder Mr. Monster

Breslin letter

On May 30, 1977, columnist Jimmy Breslin of the New York Daily News received a hand-written letter from someone who claimed to be the .44 shooter. The letter was postmarked early on May 30 in Englewood, New Jersey. On the reverse of the envelope was hand-printed a precisely centered quatrain:

Blood and Family/Darkness and Death/Absolute Depravity

The letter read:

Hello from the gutters of N.Y.C. which are filled with dog manure, vomit, stale wine, urine and blood. Hello from the sewers of N.Y.C. which swallow up these delicacies when they are washed away by the sweeper trucks. Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of N.Y.C. and from the ants that dwell in these cracks and feed in the dried blood of the dead that has settled into the cracks. J.B., I’m just dropping you a line to let you know that I appreciate your interest in those recent and horrendous .44 killings. I also want to tell you that I read your column daily and I find it quite informative. Tell me Jim, what will you have for July twenty-ninth? You can forget about me if you like because I don’t care for publicity. However you must not forget Donna Lauria and you cannot let the people forget her either. She was a very, very sweet girl but Sam’s a thirsty lad and he won’t let me stop killing until he gets his fill of blood. Mr. Breslin, sir, don’t think that because you haven’t heard from me for a while that I went to sleep. No, rather, I am still here. Like a spirit roaming the night. Thirsty, hungry, seldom stopping to rest; anxious to please Sam. I love my work. Now, the void has been filled. Perhaps we shall meet face to face someday or perhaps I will be blown away by cops with smoking .38′s. Whatever, if I shall be fortunate enough to meet you I will tell you all about Sam if you like and I will introduce you to him. His name is “Sam the terrible.” Not knowing the what the future holds I shall say farewell and I will see you at the next job. Or should I say you will see my handiwork at the next job? Remember Ms. Lauria. Thank you. In their blood and from the gutter “Sam’s creation” .44 Here are some names to help you along. Forward them to the inspector for use by N.C.I.C: [sic] “The Duke of Death” “The Wicked King Wicker” “The Twenty Two Disciples of Hell” “John ‘Wheaties’ – Rapist and Suffocator of Young Girls. PS: Please inform all the detectives working the slaying to remain. P.S: [sic] JB, Please inform all the detectives working the case that I wish them the best of luck. “Keep ‘em digging, drive on, think positive, get off your butts, knock on coffins, etc.” Upon my capture I promise to buy all the guys working the case a new pair of shoes if I can get up the money.

Son of Sam.

            Thus ends my presentation and I offer it to you, my friends, for review in the hopes that it helps bring awareness and understanding of our Times.

References: Hebrew alphabet and grammar – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hebrew_alphabet

                    Hebrew Numbers – http://www.easycalculation.com/funny/numerals/hebrew.php

                    The New American Bible – Catholic Mission Edition by Saint Jerome Press for Revelation quote.