Eric Barnes RIIP: From Barn to Heaven

The Deaths in 2014 site lists under January 3:

Eric Barnes, 76, English footballer

His surname does jive with the "Bethlehem Star" theme ... given that Jesus' birthplace was a barn, not to mention the etymology of Eric:

From the Old Norse name Eiríkr, derived from the elements ei "ever" and ríkr "ruler".

 This is enough to warrant further investigation.  Note the following from his wiki page:

  Eric Barnes (29 November 1937 – 3 January 2014)^[1] 

Note the following regarding Eric's date of birth:

November 29 -  is the 333rd day of the year (334th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 32 days remaining until the end of the year.

There are 333 days remaining in the year, hence an addition to the "333/Identical number Sequence" and the "Off By One" pattern-clusters  (one off from the 333rd day of the year with 33 days remaining).

It appears that the inner twin world had something to do with Eric Barnes "timely" death.  As for the word barn and stable, note the etymology:

• barn (n.) Old English bereærn "barn," literally "barley house," from bere "barley" (see barley) + aern "house," metathesized from *rann, *rasn (cf. Old Norse rann, Gothic razn "house," Old English rest "resting place;" sealtærn "saltworks").
• barley (n.) Old English bærlic, originally an adjective, "of barley," from bere "barley" (from Proto-Germanic *bariz, *baraz) + -lic "body, like." First element is related to Old Norse barr "barley," and cognate with Latin far (genitive farris) "coarse grain, meal;" probably from PIE *bhars- "bristle, point, projection" (see bristle (n.)).
• stable (n.) early 13c., "building or enclosure where horses or cows are kept, building for domestic animals," from Old French stable, estable "a stable, stall" (Modern French étable), also applied to cowsheds and pigsties, from Latin stabulum "a stall, fold, aviary, beehive, lowly cottage, brothel, etc.," literally "a standing place," from PIE *ste-dhlo-, suffixed form of root *sta- "to stand" (see stet).  

You see, from my perspective it doesn't matter if Jesus is real or not, what matters is what is written, because in the Bible can be found a history-- the plight and anguish of a people.  The symbolism generated from the life and times of  Jesus whether real or fictional is what I gravitate toward.   So the symbolism of a king being born in a barn, is symbolic of the values of these people-- that women folk and babies are so much more deserving of special treatment in their hour of special need-- that of birthing, and yet they are far too often considered to be nothing more than animals fit for the barn. This is simply the way it has been and still is... none of us are free until all are free.  It hasn't been that long ago that women and their daughters weren't allowed to vote in my own country... in every country.  Women couldn't sit in Parliament because they were considered "non humans" and only humans were allowed... in other words, males.  It's a shameful past, and what makes it even more barbaric is that women and men aren't honest about this even today... we in general feel threatened by the truth and so censor and water it down.   We are censored by fear, ignorance and brutality.

That is the thorn/bristle in our immature side.  Don't get me wrong, I think women are just as capable of ill deeds such as slavery ... it's simply the way it is.

If truth be told, the real journey of Jesus what his life portrays in the form of a metaphor-- the progress of human kind... from ruler (God/Godess/Eternity) to baby (human/finite) to ruler (God/Godess/Eternity).  An ongoing cycle, like night and day, sleep and wakeful, winter and summer... and yet, its a growing ... a blossoming ... a coming of age... a withering ... a dying.... the eternal and the finite merging and blending in the same way that a baby in the womb and its mother blend -- united for a duration.  At the moment of birth we have perished in one way-- leaving the womb, butt in doing so we are born anew... in a bigger and broader way.  These are the signposts that have been placed for us as we mature and begin to seek answers to waylay our fears-- this world is butt a womb which we will perish from, butt only to be born anew... in a bigger and broader.
All of us born to this world together, is a baby born in a barn... metaphorically speaking.