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16 Jah The Baptist for the rastafari elders Children call the fruits of locust trees, stinking toe. Are they what John the Baptist fed on? In those Bible stories our mothers read to us, John the Baptist was dread righteous Rastaman, trodding wild in the desert, feeding on honey and locusts, “herbs for my wine, honey for my strong drink.” Balancing acrid with sweet of wild bees, he invoked brimstone, lightning and fire on generations of vipers. Flee, he warned, from Babylonian standards. Play not by the rules of their game, for they detest the dark of your skin, the thick of your lips, the wool of your hair. Strive not to imitate Babylon, become your own man and woman. Before he baptized with the waters of clear insight, hard-case words of locust musk kicked off his tongue. ...

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