Kafersuseh
One-Dimensional Beams


More than two thousand years ago, there was a mischievous infant who gazed and gazed at the beams curiously at birth in Bethlehem… especially ones that crossed! This happened in the polarity of the magnetic stable of Bethelem, in a portal on adjoining hills that welcomed him overflowing. This glorious empowered looked at the beams that wore some ingenious crosses, seeing him right there, being still an unborn, he knew that when he was born he would already leave this unborn universe. Higher up the trusses that riveted the framework, he approached with his lonely gaze higher up the roof, being able to see beings of light organizing a Eucharist on the roof of his stable two thousand years ago, which could be more than an edict …, Which would inaugurate the sagacity of caring for and giving newborns what many wanted to see, but few knew who he really was, even though there was no record of him or his lineage lost amidst the hay strips.

Says the Messiah: “A few minutes ago, or more than two thousand years ago…? I counted the times that Rees’s tail moved, and I realized that I already had select visions in Kafersuseh, above the roof of the rafters ..., on the roof, some outcasts also visit me reborn and loving. It has even been detected that someone was coming from far away, but arrived late, I could just observe him to know how to unite him with my pariah criteria. He was ordering the altar, taking orders from an unsustainable upward scaffold of noble wood, saying so; "That all are in alliances and aligning themselves for those who did not fit in the stable." I was looking at the roof of the barn, but I saw beyond ..., being able to verify that my guards were there preparing the beams on the dowels that crossed among others, to climb to greater rooftops after brushing the rough coatings of their flagellated texture like whips from the underworld of Elpenor. That man remained, and not when he lost his sight with mine as a child-man, since only he distinguished me, but not the beings of light. The discanted Eucharist was consecrated, I never rested in looking while resting in an always, because I saw that my eyes became adorned lights in the lasting oscillation of their shofar or bull's eye songs. During this time a nascent angel appeared, trying to get in and out, but belatedly decided to join the group of shepherds who were pasturing their sheep in the fields near Bethlehem; and he told them that he brought good news because the Messiah, the savior of the world, had been born. The shepherds left everything to go in search of the newborn since the angel told them that they would find me sleeping or in sleep ..., but I was not there, I remained on the manger, since I was up in the time of three sounds of bells, almost further than near those who announced my arrival. After three sounds of bells, three shepherds of light came down from the rooftop, seeing in me that they recognized your lights, thus being the ones who blessed my journey in one day, from the Middle East, even on a rooftop next to paradise, which I officiated myself in the splendor and perfection of the world as a child-man, not far from the wizard outcasts, who parodied all the songs, always followers of the Zoroaster and my Kafersuseh, up to Gethsemane and towards my mother.

The Messiah was still absorbed in looking at the sky, while he was busy sleeping his body. There is no doubt that his unfolding being made him move his first steps in first words, which alluded to a game of learning to take the first steps in Judean fashion on the stables. His hands, puzzled by his body, made stories of the dance of those who were close to him, only about fifty grouped there, in filigrees that ran as seconds within the constraints minutes without time, gathered in the Jewish dawn of Eretz-Israel.

Saint John the Apostle says: “God cares for the material world and for this creature of his who predetermines us. This is the incredible thing about the Father and the Son. Watch… I will walk through the darkness, not through light. Thus you will see the trait that not life will make me know which in its similarity, and who inherits his body and soul as in the hands of a bumblebee. I feel love over the hatred of others, I see light that could be impudence to those who rumbles in their tired and inattentive ears, perhaps this way they will see when they can see better without listening attentively to the sound of the bumblebee. I see the verses fly and how they fall one by one on my soul in order, obeying the herds early, like a herd ordering those that one after another look at each other later, ordering the perfect law of the beginning in a conciliated end "

At that moment, the fragrances of the dense flowers in water, transmitted the anxiety of those who wanted to continue listening, ecstatic and fragrant, but to get rid of their presumptions, they were falling into the abyss on the banks of the Malaki garden cliff, where many of them they coughed or cleared their throat in the luminance’s that attacked their feelings wrapped in judicious phlegm on their limestone stones.

Vernarth says: “You drink with me…, I have a new concoction, from the beginning to the end where the branches enter with their effect, from the same branches the true fire comes out towards you that savors the errors and slips. I have scabs, of much darkness, but the unfaithful passion that hates me, of such intensity, is ennobled by seeing me prostrate before the Messiah, who does not tire in a new change when seeing how the rounded limits shine on her face, nor. less to adapt to boundary squares, or to continue being born and continue to die, by drawing the curtain that her mother always shows her, devoted to self-denial, plunged into Gnosticism and from all those who tried to relate it "

We will not be able to ask ourselves many times who we are, facing and every time a child is born in the midst of the variations that make all mischief its beauty, because it is born from the closed heart, dancing in the greater acceptance of the blessed cycle of being born and being born. Even so, having never been among them, credibility systems tire of their limestone rock material…, they register and suggest all kinds of contemplations, in a vague naivety that glows between gold, myrrh, and incense. All those who were present, transcend by resenting their consciences, believing themselves spiritual while tenderness accompanied them, but not religious, but the leadership of a creation in this stable that we see just being born, which is higher up, was presented before their sight of yourselves being born in all that concludes in an epistle, under the dominance of "How you believe and love when not seeing, what we see in ourselves not believing"

Undefined before this stable, we pray about the mother when she arrives, and we will pray about her mother when she leaves ..., he is physical for those who admit him as a divine man and he is vainglorious to those who do not, who do not tire his limits, do not move the fence of its three-quarters demarcated, entering the non-demarcated spirit, as a mobile emotional, encircling a father and his image beyond because it escapes our reason and faith, but it is beyond or closer to what is usually a voluntary desire that it always remains, if it is the Messiah, everything accepts it in your mistakes of reprimanding after erasing the trial of your random Being reprimanded, what the error feeds in you, your active mind digests. Here we are extended, faced with the anti-faith and distended anti-will, underlying a new tradition that will need to re-live it and know it, if those of us who follow continue to speak of ethnic faith or the naturalness of multiple tasks of their intolerances.

Little Joshua says: “My fingers disobey me because they are far from my mother's. When I want to bring my visions closer to him, I throw myself at his gaze to ask him permission. But more than anything that takes us north, it flows faster than my shadow feeding on the light of the epistle. I sing and sing the wills that come from so far away, but I am distracted by looking and seeing those who organize an altar not so far from it…, up here on the roof. I feel without knowing and without knowing how behind them is my Father, and next to them in line the flag of the multitudes who sing to me of haughty brave and Lord for those who are not. I never tire of talking about the beams, they flex with the horses of the universe, and the dimensions that intercepted with my passion, in my tension that falls compressed and falls reluctantly at the moment of tired inertia. The prism makes me fasten with the portions of the stable arches, and this in the creaking of my doubts in the desert of Jericho. The torsion in its mechanics as a noble, unbearable beam does what my reflective pains endure, so as not to stress the beams of others. From Nazareth to Bethlehem, a great effort to sustain the tension and torsion of the mechanics of the altar, in the hands of those who fall weightless without feeling the weight that their burden is relieved on my back. In this slender mass and geometric beam wood, the daily calculations that my father does when he is tired to support the world and my back are deformed, and when he is on impulses beyond them ..., he deforms what torsion does on it and does on the other Meridian angles. And why I as his son do not interpret one-dimensionally...? whose axis and radius I never knew how to understand, making me wisely ignorant, taking me from their clothes tightly and from the mysteries that go beyond a constant creation in a stable "

The Semitic Aramaic language was presented in this Eucharist, on the Kafersuseh, of Joshua, he took his father in the stable with all those who came to see him, he looked at them beyond for thousands of years who will come to meet the humanity that he lay grazing, always addressing them in Aramaic parables. While below the kings gave him offerings from the East, above beyond the ****** beams, was King David consecrating him. Behind the King was the Father Creator supervising the thousands that his son Joshua would parley with Aramaic languages, when the thousands of future are consecrated alive in their astral bodies to the right of the Menorah, together beyond the archangels surrounding each one.

Joshua watched with attention as his Aramaic lingual field went farther from Bethhlemem, beyond Kafersuseh, where, and from the evanescent height, he was answered by a shed of the canopy of the beam, which leaned on the stars, populating its trapezoidal back for a provincial development in his non-verbal escape, losing his unborn language, entering Aramaic, through the divine membranes that descend through his olfactory halo language. However, he was already beginning to descend from the roof, to go to the base of the peasant Christians who adored him and praised him horizontally, lavishing him with water to distribute on their hands and faces, beyond their visions. Joshua looked at Joseph and felt that his Aramaic was already his, but he would go early walking towards the Garden of Olives ..., towards Gethsemane, to meet his frank three-dimensional language, towards his Creator father, surrounding them with Lepidoptera that broke the Chrysalis plaguing the taxa of Aramaic micro languages, to take them to their Father, who would wait for him in a further ceremonial on the flat slopes that converged with him, in a language that could one day be lost as a dead language. However, this Aramaic tongue will go in placebo on these pollinating Lepidoptera, they will go from the sacred regions to Gethsemane from their celestial visions to Kafersuseh.

In their homogeneity, as dialects began, the impetus of the Lepidoptera would be reborn; traveling in night groups, to Gethsemane, on the same day that Joshua came into the world in the Aramaic lights.  In the phylogeny (the one who loves his linguistic charisma) as in the relation of kinship between species or taxa in general. as a linguistics term that is also historical to refer to the classification of human languages according to their common origin, the term that will be used mainly in its biological sense, since it is this characteristic that makes it tireless to travel the same day that the Messiah comes to the world. build the walls to support his reign, with the walls that will protect his epistle in an apostolate world, to be built on a night of siren rumors, when Joshua was born and his Aramaic language traveled from the upper beam, above the roof of his stable, to arrive with his biological lepidopteron lingual species to pollinate Gethsemane, to migrate from that moment his word, knowing that his body would be lost before those who tire their eyes by not being able to decipher or read.

Thus transferring pollen from the stamens to the stigma of receptive of the flowers in the angiosperms that populated the golden olive orchards, mounted on the vectors of the aforementioned pollen they will be gone and navigated in more olive trees by the bees that would carry these strains from the Kafersuseh in Bethlehem, to preserve the language of Joshua moral. Although even the new labors of humanity, thus going astray as an unpreserved language, not even imaginable at the birth of a Messiah until the beginning of a Gethsemane in Body and a united Aramaic language, with an invisible Aramaic body to those who do not they will be able to see cheering the migratory flight of the Lepidoptera, interspersed with bumblebees, bees and wasps carrying gold, myrrh, and incense to Kafersuseh and to Gethsemane.

Messiah trifle

Each one speaking with their eyes, after looking at various roofs without their own rooftops, all serene, ... but half of their faces in violet iridescence, sounds and choral masteries emerged from the surface in flocks of white doves from the Azores islands, it rained growing multiplied times on its wings, before reaching the mass of the annunciation near the stable. Vernarth arrives and sees people gathered together and holding hands, others holding the cowbells of the animals to hear the sweet voice of the little boy flapping like cotton in the harvest of the braying of a colt that fell asleep in the shadow of its parents before to eat. Vernarth puts down his sword Xifos and kneels and crosses himself, with the hand that allowed him to move his fingers, unlike his right chest wounded in battle. He makes a metallic cross sign when crossing his swords with water flooding the sidewalks of his latest dazzled ideologies. One day he wandered away from the alleys of Emmaus where he had visions of Praetorians, discovering the idolatrous humors and aromas of a newly arrived child from the white clouds of an approaching stable.

Fearless and with light years he came crawling in his arms, and with his crown traveling from the smallest space that the world unburdens in a Templar, first-time and omega period, with the appearance of being born for all.Perfect and newborn with frequent blue body, blood and eyes. Covered with gummy substances and gelatinous…, anti-Herodian; seeming to save others with their little hands of divine matrix, which manage to enter the heart of God, even with fingers that do not reach the eyelashes of God. He is never seen as strange, only his ***** that never seems to come out of him. But it is spontaneous; he sparkles outside the womb of his holy mother, with immersed placenta in his prayers of the induced shepherd of the womb of the ****** Mary. That large arms shelter the orchards, to surround all those present in a birth that looked like that of a female ******, who could raise a child to be King of the consecrated animals as well, as few do wanderings to the right of the Menorah resident waking her up early.

Vernarth says: “What should we expect? ... The vigil ... with his shoulders bowed and his head pointing north of Jerusalem, this petty king bending his pre-fetal knees, after nine candles to the right of the troubled Menorah. Even though it was not premature, the midwife who helped the puerperal Maria distanced him from the halo parenthesis, which playfully changed where to put himself, near his holy interior, or that is a trigger for the powers of luminescence. Self-creating from a thick but light layer of psyche, which would make him independent from Joseph and Maria… and if there were not! His fists since he was a child had indications of a stigma, when he was just unborn and not born, blue flames came out of his hands, illuminating the eyes of his dazed parents. His golden reflections of Rabbi suckled serous when his mother slept, he did not allow him to see her consciously removing her intra lacto lymph from her entrails, in whose gothic light, she ****** the dominant magnificat of the Vulgate. He ****** in order to take his lacto and his left hand to space it out to all who wanted to enter his meta-object cooing. Thus he introduces his thumb into his mouth, pressing it on his palate, startled at the braying of the funny colt. All those present took with their hands the other hands with their own thumbs, returning to their childhood cycles just navigating in the manger. At that moment, far from feeling the lights walking close to the fields of vision, shiny noble metals ..., their eyes dazzled chandeliers as if they were twinning. Here he moves his arms copiously as if wanting to fly from there, with the vigor of his winged mother, to follow her beyond a tender left-handed Golgotha deception. That he retained the pendulum coming and going from one arm lower than the other, when turning on him embracing his lush maternal hand.”

His early nervous system that was celebrating on the back of the colt, stood out with rags in the temples that he imagines to be, sacral effluvium in waters on the flat cattle, the camel and Raeder and the Pelican Petrobus and other animals, who were on their knees and smiling with their hands glued to each other, all sweet to the right from the sweet nectar of the mangificat. All the excited animals still trembled with excitement on the ground and demure from this alpha biblical moment, they all imitate the trembling animals, but each of the adults who were, hugged the hands of each animal and child present as a sign of giving comfort to the parents, along with their children who seemed to be an adult saying goodbye to their birth. His scaly breathing, was full of anagrams of magnificat, they used to trace the analgesic source of the dream of seeing him among golden and straw fistulas of grasses breathing next to him. The voices were heard from outside, of those who could not enter the glory and breath without equal of the resentment of the world, distracted in a piece of tin and hardened hearts, now resplendent from seeing so much sleeping their gaze on them and sleepy yawning a child Golden. When they breathed his glory, they catered to the patrons of Priestess Deborah, who for some normalized his feminism and strength into a mother breathing the libertarian and midwife history of a nation that should have been born in a stable in Judah. Mary and Joseph,  every second they distracted themselves from looking at him, felt that the Messiah grew too large, worrying them about this strange unreality. They breathed more than their own son, seeing him without breathing what he had to do in the Lord's garden where he allowed him to do it today. Everything that his parents took to be distracted, the Little Messiah brought it to fruition to bring it together in the shine of his blunt nails, coercing those present with love by adoring and hugging them ..., even beyond the cobblestones that were towards his sacred back, hiding in the shadow of any gesture of a political enemy.

Saint John says: “God son and Man, priest made Pope…, the younger ones run after the older ones, the bible for more apostles so that they may enlarge and spread it, that the Gospels add more pages and favorite editions. Procoro; you who are… in some seat on Patmos prepare sacred scrolls with the thick corpulent ink…, which will reach your cell and seat. Studies ... something's wrong...? An anointed Christ needs us to write for him, because his hands are asthma in words and inspiration that move all the leaves of the world, reading them scattered and lecturing,….in every well and every step, where son and man, where king and mother and where each mother has to dry the cloying slime that dries up the mystery of having her white and emaciated. Let her sleep, perhaps when she wakes up she will find a Messiah who will never cease to be in her arms…, in the Magnificat and on a colt to take her back sitting on a blanket with stripes written in her ratio…, of two magnitudes, Mother - Son / Son- God "

Ein Karem
Two ears in spring

Etrestles by falling asleep on the cross that was in the bell tower could not wake up the next day between molded bronzes. He had had terrible nightmares, which prevented him from waking up. This is how he describes the dream: “I was heading towards some heights of Ein Karem, when I was going near some hills near that city; some Roman praetorian soldiers appeared to me and captured me. Suddenly I woke up after having recovered from the urgent beating they gave me, they interrogated me again, and they put half of my naked body in the middle of the body of an underground cistern, trapping me by the enormous ice that was distributed in my body. They told me that they just wanted to test my water resistance in this cistern, to test my Hellenic constitution by resisting the darkness and high cold temperatures by being a Hellenic foreigner in Hebrew lands. Well, I was always very intrigued by everything, but there came a moment when a luminescent light settled over my head in Ein Karem ... it was Elizabeth the mother of John the Baptist, telling me that there was a way to escape. The moment the guard came to me, she surprises him with a snake that ****** her hand ..., the guard quickly escaping. Surprised I ventured to escape, but when I was going away from the cistern I returned to thank Isabel, I found myself face to face with the snake that was nested in the rags left by Santa Isabel ..., also in the textile stripes the viper biting me on my right hand. So I had to leave quickly and go find Alikanto who was waiting for me in a suspicious meadow. He precisely took me to the edge of a bush where he pulled me close and with his snout licked all the carved poison. This is how I woke up in the bell tower of the baptistery in the spring with the ears of a steed. "

Continuous parasychological regression: I had been left alone in the hexagonal radier, full of brambles dressed in maretas that fell from the bell tower on my wound. They had all left, because they couldn't find me. Alikanto immediately took my hand and lifted me onto his back, to address Ein Karem; Land of the threshold of John the Baptist. We headed to an important Christian site such as the birthplace of John the Baptist. Grace abounds everywhere in every fence, wall and path, we walked through the alleys for hours until my wound healed, enjoying my prayers mounted on my beloved Alikanto. They felt that the left ear of my sorrel, walking without shade, showed me the essence of a child that had been born in this village, where his mother Elizabeth, the mother of John the Baptist, became pregnant and gave birth miraculously. Here before this same lure, before the restless right ear of my beloved Alikanto, he told me that there was another child who was in his mother's womb; Mary, who was also pregnant, with Jesus and for this reason the village well is now called the Well of Mary and its waters are considered sacred.

Parable of Alikanto: “When I move my ears forward I see our comrades here near and back, and in yourself I love healing your wound. Now I will continue with my ears up ***** and back flattened, making myself invisible to the Praetorians who want to target you with their leprous tongues. Thus I will continue with my forward antennas forward and well dilated to hear the good steps of our comrades "

Likewise, Alikanto kept his gaze on some pomegranates that stood out on the stone wall at the bottom of Ein Karem, while the chestnut advanced; he moved the base of his ears. When he felt allergy in his forehead and in the arched anatomy like super Alikanto. In his domestication and in the use that Etréstles gave him after long days of war, where his steed had a tendency to suffer from stretch marks on the upper muscular-bone level. Showy macula like that, but not in his immortal Equus anatomy, as an external anatomical and physiological steed. Here the membranes of his cardiovascular apparatus are opened, separating him blue blood divided Cretan and quadruple, spinning in his Lazikos dance, with hyper-oxygenated airs locked in the sprouts of Ganymede when he was abducted from Mount Ida. In his exile he took care of sheep ..., Zeus looked at him askance and his blood bled ..., Zeus fell in love with him on the spot, and sent him the eagle, "That here Alikanto has interpreted it as the blow of St. John the Evangelist missioning telepathic vibrations through a corridor of the monastic cell on Patmos. Knowing that this steed and its namesakes are sourced from the ventilated super atmospheres and foggy areas of the northern coast of Crete. Calling himself like that, over stunned himself…, about the snaking snakes that sparkle with religious Hellenic mythology, amidst the Chthonic gods or spirits of the underworld, opposing the celestial deities. The timpani telluric tremors of the hexagonal tectonics would merge with those of the chapel of the shepherds and that of their percentage part in Etréstles, of a sixth portion of the sixfold Hexagonal primogeniture. The morphology of the steed resembled that of Ein Karem, in super-orderly ungulate limbs like those of a mammalian placental, walking in the crevices of the trembling finger of its odd footsteps.

Etréstles says: “His head equal to mine…, neck and trunk, the sigil on his pyramidal neck where he could read the Torah. His technical nasal orifices are beautiful straps close to the jáquima, brushing his tiredness beyond the vigor of finding him in a place in the sherbet of the cisterns, after having dealt with the leather that pulls his pair of plump ears, over the stitches.  Blind men maneuvering in the cove of their beautiful Cretan poetry, even so when the blue hummocks smoked from Hestia's orphan chimney.  Fine trapezoid grace where the neck nails the circumlocution of its knee and the gully of its inseminations, whose straight manes regenerate and block the rays of Zeus in the concave cups of Ganymede, spraying the liquor of sober trickery on their beard and mouth. I continue in equilibrium with so many battles won, with my Xifos and Aspis Koilé… beyond the fearful purges that allow us to meet around the corner in front of Vernarth, waiting for us to shelter Alikanto's ears in Ein Karem. "

After walking lost among each other of these minks in Ein Karem, dissipated among stones both ate the bonanzas of the angels, running at full gallop over a cliff of great precipitation, tempting those to fall towards a nearby mirage towards a void, but the antennas of the ears of his steed warned him to slow down meters before the cliff, leaving the unblemished mount of such an offering of two lives, similar to the Mount of Temptation. Etréstles remembered such a feat of Jesus. Until finally the kingdoms of the world ran swiftly over his eyes and those of his chestnut, both refusing for the offer that are inherent in the intraterrestrial evening world of Messolonghi's Koumeterium, where there is plenty of sun and light guarded by Drestnia spraying, on the flowers they need to speak and to see from afar the Bread and the sated water, all over the world who cultivate it in their baskets and sacred cisterns.

Under a light undulating mist, they see giant camels, there were twelve and only seven visible up to where the king shone even more in the lost opacity, they came to find themselves next to Etréstles, in this vision he had in Ein Karem. He came together, but isolated from the bordering temptations, to feed and water the animals in the beautiful and indulgent fountain in the middle of the desert. On the slopes of the mountain where there are about thirty caves and living monks and hermits, I will name them and learn from him as myself, around the stone where Jesus sat during his spiritual contemplation. This is how everyone gathers in the vision; this is how Vivian was in Ein Karem.

Vernarth says: “Here the cold cuts the vertebrae, and it is greater than what I suffered with the Hypaspists in Gaugamela invertebrate near Bumodos ..., today I will tear the unscathed ground with my sword, so that it will not resist what malevolence swallows, from pure impetus of the evil one satirized, here the rivers in the blood will flow through this stone of blood, of great temptation and rites of good Hebrew, but full of restlessness in those who do not fear it, on this hillside over the hysterical scream of those who He tried and failed to find the remains of his ill-fated attempt ..., which later and originally was besieged by the Greek Seleucid, the unfaithful commander of Alexander the Great, seeking possession of Hebrew lands and battered lands in Maccabean lands, which he later drove out and expelled them. "

UNDER EDITION

Chapter XXVI
Messiah of Judah III part
Miracle IV - Baptistery

Etrestles knowing that it was on a quiet hill in a beautiful hillside settlement east of Bethlehem, it provided unusual illumination. Etréstles; Champion of the Koumeterium Messolonghi, he felt that after thousands of years of his life, he felt in this Holy Land a great value of omnipresence. The Miracle of Christian protocol would begin in him, paying for votes and tributes in the Church of shepherd' s fields. In this rock of special mystique, “It begins its rebirth in its tenth life, before there were nine in Messolonghi (Koumeterium Messolonghi - Editorial Palibrio USA). A miracle happens that transports him to the caverns that would transport him from the oldest, from the nine past cycled epics in Kalavrita, Kalidona, Patmos, Messolonghi. Here you will see yourself face to face with past lives, with the lives that were born and fell, reborn in those that come, surrounding you with the shepherds that circulate through the veins of the air space, through the plain of the shepherds in shepherd´s fountain. In this analogue with allegorical motifs in commemoration of the shepherds and their flock, by which they are crowning this fountain, having before our eyes the sculpture of the shepherd and under his feet floral motifs such as palm leaves, heads of cattle, sheep and ducks in act of drinking. This hexagonal fountain contrasts with the Hexagonal Primogeniture; here is the miracle that would come about, to meet the intangible Creation and Illumination as clothing. They thought they were closer to the village ... but in reality they were three and a half kilometers from it, in a fenced area with a wide path that runs through the park on the hill between trees and lush flowers that clearly evoke the place where those 1st century shepherds led their sheep to pasture.

We were all dozing when, certain decagonal sounds would transport us through the church ..., in its decagonal plan surrounded by four chapels and the apse that houses the altar, covered by a large dome of mortar and glass that lets in, illuminating the altar as did the guiding star that pointed the way to the shepherds. Here the murals that protected us from the hosts of Aserá had already disappeared. Most likely, they were watching us with great chandeliers as they opened in the swamp of the sclera of our bare eyes. We were trapped by the quagmire that Raeder and Petrobus created, in these opaque clouds of sheep manure; they were trasminated through the corridors of the new worlds of culminating grazing. We went to its structure and above the entrance door the angel of the annunciation and above it, a singular bell tower, incorporated into the facade through three distended arches. Inside the beautiful fertile field, from a marble church in two colors the spaces to which the columns that support the roof also contribute could be emphasized. The chapels are adorned with precious frescoes that represent scenes of the annunciation to the shepherds and the arrival at the birth and the altar table that is supported by the sculptures of four angels, especially with the appearance of the hexagonal birthright in the middle of these stones.
  
Faced with this polygonal hexagonal effect in both parts, which were intra excavated at their own vertices. A straight line crossed them, from the north in a double semicircle that was concentric in the precise centric inscribed equatorial diameter of a circle that a sheep was lactated ..., here they arrive and are received with great hospitality by the shepherds who in symmetrical affability hugged them with their shofar on their songs and tunics…, each one was blessed by the rising air of another, rather than of a steppe grazed by ruminants and golden mouths. Twelve degrees to the right, in the sixth wick of the Menorah, a regular silhouette was lit, becoming of this intangible, whose thirst makes drinking water from a hexagon well, much more equidistant than walking among themselves, moving their hands with all their hands.    Diligent emotions, energizing the numb emotions that would vibrate from the third angle as they were coated with the vertices of the light that glowed from the convex morning.

They were six complex roots equalizing on the regulated plane of their animals, which were parked near the medium stone walls, where Raeder would climb to run over the walls, emerging more with each side in which to appreciate, embrace and emphasize the same forms, of which they could decide to generate a rebirth of two kings and that of Etréstles by a hexagon of internal illumination. Close to the church you can see caves, showy in the calcareous rock dating back to the fateful Herodian era, denoting some surprising utensils found, of which we know the mission of the chapel to found the diocese. Also made of rocks sculpted by Christian worshipers, under these temples we find the remains of a bakery with a large basalt millstone, a refectory and a primitive oil press, as well as a cave that served as a pantry and another as a stable alongside with a whole system of canalization of the water connected to some cisterns.

Etréstles, receives luminescent auto radiation immediately from caring and guiding, as it always has been, but now in a luminescent tenth life, by living connected to its own cisterns. A dog approaches him and shows him his paw ... how curious this dog had six fingers, there he was convinced that it was his generous shepherd, and that he would lead him through the internal labyrinths of his lighting by the sixth finger, to help more unwary and unconscious beings that enlighten and grant subconscious existence in fountains that have lost their law in outrage and self-rebellion. His rebellion would begin with the substitution of grass, not to depend, but rather to maximize them in the cavity of their stomachs, then he began to wander through the hills seeing how all his sheep fed on dry land, without any water source, allowing him to form food props that redeem him from the flesh and eternal grazing, to heal his internal temple and shepherd with hexagonal herds in rows of forage slopes, with grass and legume foods ..., all intra subjective spiritual.

Raeder ran along the cover of the stone walls, Petrobus circled the perimeter of the inert time of the upper cornice, the camelids raised their shiny legs filling their timpani snouts with herbaceous pastes, Alikanto sensed that only three kilometers away they were already it presented the stable, where to surrender to the intubating silence and the innocence of a super infant who came and went…, knowing everything. All the animals eliminated pastoral toxins and pheromones, leaving the sheep free of enterotoxemia, distributed in the soil and in the gastrointestinal tract of the youngest, the absence of bactericides of the Hexagonal Primogeniture did not appear in the holy ovine soil. The pheromones in this chapel were seeded between special and olfactory glands that would reign. They would fan its wings and its breaking abdomen by scrubbing it on the roof of the prominent chapel like a domestic hive. They would exchange the oral use of the inaugural floor to receive them in the animal creation, controlling the cells of the chapel and segregating the maintenance of the backward world. The mandibular pheromones were seen falling to the slab of the church, making the advances, to and from everyone's entrance, glued.

The pheromones of the sheep created recruitments of the others in the integument of each cognitive inflection, plotting them to enter the baptistery, something if it had never been possible. This was a great miracle in the rebirth of Etréstles, when they could enter their own womb ..., they lay on Etréstles, passing over her abdomen, generating honey from their own mouth, giving the pheromone of the sheep when they transit and the. Of the bees that provided her in her abdominal cell. Chemo Neurons and renewed receptors would be in charge of expanding the circulating olfactory lines, causing an electro transmission of energy never seen before. Everything happens  as a result of the metamorphosis of Etrésltes and his clothing of ten lives on the backs of the neurochemicals filling him through the largest lobe of the winch, which he had and carried in his hands and which he had requisitioned from the nearby mill of the ancient Christians who lived there.

The apostle says: “Each verse…, a molecule. Each surface and a new system ..., each membrane ..., rebellion of stimuli ..., energy chain, sentient organism ..., neural axon, physiology, science and the dark brain of eternal divine existence, six hexagonal angles of Shepherds and Primogeniture , creating together with a new genetics of harmonious existence that does not tire the eyes of the Creator, seeing how everyone has fun in their home garden "

Shofar  Ashera
Once set, they begin to direct their destination to the heart of the nativity area, where their origins and areas of the omnipresent West Bank belt were. They entered with strong winds clinging to their bristling camelids, everything had the atmosphere of a city as if it had never been inhabited. The fringes in floods of sun were distinguished orange-reddish weakened before the stormy gradients of the Red and Mediterranean Sea appeasing the Hexagonal primogeniture. Although they were seen squalling and with agile movements on the local atmosphere, several layers crossed with the inheritance of Persian cloths in colorful bluish and orange tints from the Red Sea and the quarrelsome storms of Aserá "The mother of all gods", and The one who was the "father of the gods." Known among the Babylonians as Ishtar, originally called Athirat (or Afdirad). She is the great Semitic goddess of fertility. In the Bible it is called Astoret, a distorted pronunciation of the original 'Astart, through the inclusion of the vowels of the Hebrew word boset (shame) according to the custom of the rabbis, to discredit the pagan deities. Bronze Age Ashera (before 1200 BC) the Greek form is Astarte. Astarte was considered the "goddess of the Sidonians". In the Amarna Letters, it is Ashirtu and Ashratu. The Ras Shamra texts identify Ashera ('atrt = atirat) with the goddess wife of El; They call her "Lady Ashera of the Sea" and "progenitor of the goddesses", here she would be the mother of Baal.

These discredited Babylonian forms caused discomfort and discomfort, in the face of a living past and present in the intangibility of the inheritances that greet others that could supplant them. This caused soil heating in the legs of the animals with abnormality of Greek-Babylonian wormwood prostrate on the feet of Ashera, leaving an odorous wormwood atmosphere in the land of two native Kings of this jurisdiction. Attracting dissipation from the roofs of some neighboring houses to the precise place where the Messiah saw the light of the lights and of those who waited for them cabi-together lighting it with candlesticks. This sacred wind caressed everyone's hands, insinuating them to take hold of the new Bethlehem, an event that was being reborn with the Apostle's illustrious visit. Their consolations expanded, like any caravan that increased its predictive volume, equalizing the pressures of the air that surrounded the streets, where no one appeared and was seen generic. This centrifugal force rotated their earthly spirits, originating a thick source of the orange gases that populated the roofs of the village. Creating greater weight and highlighting the freshness of the essences that were torn from the soils with the aroma of grazing.   Explaining to themselves the presence of sub-zones in the West Bank, insolating redemption of the arrival towards a protocol merit contrasted by the permission to be hosted next to this at night.  Varying many times to bring them the blessed condensed sacred water, deregulating the thermal sensation.

The density and buoyancy of the animals' legs made it difficult for them to select the right moment to stop and dismount. The aerial relief that rose and fell rose on the walls of the few rooms linked to the stable of nativity, pressing on them the adjacent words that joined from the ground to soon arrive in an upward spiral, turned into light and wind on the seventh horseman ; King David, appearing to them right there…, right there before Him, his Abigail, the third wife who gave him an early re-conception, presenting him with an altar, which he will endow with Eucharistic missions during his admission to Bethlehem. An unexpected phenomenon swirls on the gradient that led to the hill of the stable, affecting their vision and consequences, rotating them all to the rear of the original access to the stable. Converging the winds on the ground and upper external part of the stable, originating an anticipated effulgence of space that would prolong them to understand that they had already arrived, but they were still seven hundred meters from the main access and that the city was not Bethlehem, but another that It seemed to emerge from the arid soil, next to the stable, dividing itself into inter-zones that rubbed against the original and current ones, in such a way as to generate a great development of the sub-soil on the vertical that sounded stentorian and vibratory, as in a long stay, on the distributed assistants in this supra-abnormal regimen. They arrive exempt from grievances but dismounting gentiles ..., they leave the twelve camels in a friendly and predisposed circle, so as not to expose them to the strong winds that raged from the Canaanite gods that prevailed in personalized and ceremonial theocratic.

David speaks: “when I approached where Moab I requested asylum in protection of my parents…, thus I myself would burst the eardrums of the Philistines for each mountainous network of links that join me to the refuge of my advance counterattack towards their dominions. In its unknown enemy territories, a noble and friendly joy appears before me; Abigail, who fills the history of my land with beauty, before a very cruel Canaanite son; Nabal. She enriches my lands more than the entire multiplied population of animals, every time I count the units, I look into her eyes and I forget the greater amount that moves her heart towards me, because of that I did not shed blood on Nabal's house . Being Abigail the one who replaces my union with the Faith that moves my passion. "

Then Abigail kneels and touches the ground where he was, crossing himself after assigning a cross that kissed his hands, on his forehead and his chest. Thus from somewhere her parents rearranged the garments to enchant Vernarth for her bi-related purge with that of David and the Messiah-Vernarth. As in the Jericho story, Alikanto, Raeder, and Petrobus galloped around the periphery of the citadel. With all the strength of the steed's Golden hooves, they kicked liquid dust from the Bethlehem's fleeces. Alikanto did not carry a mount on his back ... he carried an Aspis koilé from Hoplite Vernarth. It was useful to re-sediment the sand covers sifted by the ergonometric forces of the shield, thus causing everyone to retreat and take the reins of the animals, to resume their advances in buttresses to build the walls that they had to mediate, to weaken Ashera's insinuations to disagree with the edges of the citadel. The Apostle, Etréstles and Vernarth blew the shofars, the times they surrounded the perimeter of the city, and they believed that there would be more turns ..., on the couch was the Shofar that could sound more times and louder, it was intact ..., but it ran to blow it Vernarth not leaving a drop of air looking at the sky that would appear with three bright stars filling the anxiety and love to break Easter bread for everyone. But it was not that effect; it was the astral echo of Betelgeuse of King David, which emanated with his blowing also helping to raise the walls that would protect him from the staunch invasions of the lackeys of Ashera. In such a way, the partitions were raised until reaching the governorships of the words of the watchdog angel who coordinated everyone saying:

Guardian Angel: "For us the partitions, for you the rooftops, on the heights mediate the limits and on their Shofar they will end Aserá, without any city to come and go" Such exordium is fulfilled and Bethlehem is surrounded by golden barred partitions, Walls were hoisted at remarkable heights to appease the winds and roars of the Canaanites, as in Jericho, but the other way around, here they succumbed by divine command, to allow them to settle in that millenary town hall.

Finally they withdraw the twelve camelids from the front circle that did not allow them to settle in the settlement, and they manage to settle to revive the bi-natality and double reign of whose splendor he will only speak with the luminances of the Messiah and King David embracing them. From the continents outside of the walls left desolate, revive Abigail's pristine and angelic countenance by bringing dinner and an amulet Shofar to each of the components of the Hexagonal Birthright that began to continue the seven weeks in Judah.

Magraner's ministers "Punica granatum", were bushes that appeared to him in the focus of the micro center of the fire, they entered with some tenuous and sinuous branched thorns becoming muddy as they descended from the tassels of the Shofar, feeding the curiosity of all who were camped, surrounding a campfire full of sounds with new positions, of devout sounds of pupils from high Jewish principalities, cordoning off the objects of the Apostle, who shared it with Etréstles ..., who gave sonorous instrumentalizations to the rams that approached around them ..., looking for the crows that were missing from their heads. Due to the cracked set of the shofar, in the opposing works of the luminosities of the bonfires, the wise ministers hung on the same faces, who displayed them with their young branches, glossy sheaths before the yellowish-greenish under-exposed with their obtuse apices. Leaving in its marginalized exceptions, polygons of pre-flowering  shofar-form, on the valves that escaped from the ashes of the valves that were released from the last fleeting flame of each minute run to the right. Everyone collected the nectars that the ministers poured into goblets, drinking them lying down to swallow them reclining and being able to look at the stars that emerged from their albiceleste flavors, rinsing each one's arms by touching them with the shofar, like petioles stalks on the seven rams that they sought to recover those that made themselves sound heavenly.

Etréstles says: “When the shofar speaks, their past pastorals speak inside and outside the community; the most outlined thing has been to understand it as a trumpet; of a bony projection, that is to say, formed by a bone and pointed material that arises from the frontal bone, sealed by a layer of keratin that forms an aerophone horn cover. The horns of Moses come from a translation of the original biblical text by Saint Jerome. When Moses descends from Mount Sinai, where he has interviewed God, "the skin of his face had become radiant," says the Bible (Ex 34: 29-30). In the original Hebrew the verb "to radiate", "to emit rays", is from the same root as the noun "horns", so Saint Jerome did not think twice and translated: "cornuta esset facies sua", that is, "His face was horned. Taking into account its timbre and sound quality here with you, it is not difficult to associate it with the sounding with the golden patina, simulating with my Messolonghi fingers ..., which three by three piston their bony reaches, linking of some forms of beauty, goodness, clarity, brightness and stories that will accompany us in this bonfire between these raised walls to pave the vaults of the Messiah's nativity cries.  Calibrations and catechesis on the real moment of his symbolic Lineage in the awake dawn and alive. With waves of graces voices with goat hosts rearranging the urban matrix of the erected town ..., everything will be at the expense of surrounding us and pouring out the voices shuffled with the shofar to protect us from Ashera, in their desire to get away from the fundamental site. "

Vernarth intervenes: “In this passage it is clear the capacity of the shofar…, and the sound produced by it and our similar voices being amalgamated with it, shouting and modifying the environment, to a multipurpose physical dimension. Now we are a herald of goodness, beauty and reconstruction, part of a noticeable dialectic to the neighboring Canaanite cultures as a sudden reconversion between what is built and what is to be built, even if something in it itself had to disappear. The wall was actually rebuilt surrounding everyone, beyond the golden glow of the shofar. Producing today creation and not devastation, encapsulating kingdoms in wisdom and learning ..., this is where we have all come from the return of the didactics of cultural forms, independently to attract us to its teachings in an anonymous world converted with a purpose of reconverting itself, in solemn alert in the one that precedes us, before unilateral events of antecedents of an apocalyptic shofar period”.

Blessing our God

Shavuot is the second of the three pilgrimage festivals of Judaism (the others are Pesach, Passover and Sukkot…, which is walking in the desert after leaving Egypt). The Hex Birthright had spent seven weeks through the desert and the Holy Land to reach the goal of Bethlehem. It would coincide with Shavout; with bucolic meaning, corresponding to the time of year in which in Israel in particular, the first fruits are gathered. This is why the festival is also called the Feast of Firstfruits. During the festival it is customary to eat dairy, accompanied by the seven characteristic species of Israel, based on yogurt, honey, fruits, vegetables and spices.

In the existence of the seven in their camelids, there is the vibration of their fruits and spiritual messages. The Shepherd and his Flock According to tradition, in the area located to the east of the city is the shepherds' fields "they only watch in the dark, the shepherds who are in the field." Several churches have been built to commemorate this event. Even today, local shepherds can be seen tending their flocks in the same area (even so on Christmas Eve). The relevance of this land of herds is the conclave of this brotherhood, Saint John the Apostle, King David, Vernarth and the retinue of animals plus Eurydice. They are beings of light who come to collect the ears and sheaves, the seeds of the grassy environment that surrounds the historical vibrations of dissolution of the resurgent energies from all confines. Despite being a thousand-year-old Canaanite city, this city now has the visit of this conclave, which is going to loosen its chains that had it retracted in its geomorphic genesis. Here the memory of the spike seeds are impregnated with the “Lady of Light” made and made of the divine seed that nourishes generational infants, from whose silence she generously relays to all those who will give birth to pain, and all those who memorize his gesture. Mother, Parents and children, they will go through the past of a farm that only admits one seed "Glean its Divine example". Flooding and spreading beyond all limited expansive creation of the Marian World.

Before approaching the confines of the village, Archangel Uriel is made aware of them saying:

“Grass Consort .., Herbaceous Shavout
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Spike divider between races, lineage and family, typology, lineage and hyper gender ...
Here lies your super family, thickening ancestral into everyday sheep ...
molecular energetic matter ..., golden passers-by Sutra flowers thorns,
glucose polymer molecule, herbal and decreed perennial network ...
vascular bio María ..., gramineae chopped stems ..., crowns to the precept!
striated Angiosperm, theo tabernacle,
weeks of your veil and ritual hoarseness prevented ...

Bethlehem…, on your veiled feet, golden tornado wind….
extreme advance ..., carrying flowers to your Messiah,
reflorescent belly, pitch collapsed on your candle ... varnish between milky honey ...
authentic ancestral embryo,… full holistic, right-handed milk and aloe-honey
unconsumed Messiah ..., pheromone teaching nativity ..., rescinded at been born

Here is your Hexagonal Architectural Birthright Shavout
Where nothing is born and nothing dies, roar mutualism great sub-species prayer...
high-sounding and metabolizing Big Bang ..., intra species, specimen Guru-intuitions,
Sheets in accounts ..., between Ruth's fingers and her uninhabited herds,
Druid ficus plant…, mugwort, plain rock and rainy past tissue,
Here lower than you, I double their wool in July… Sheaves of wool that they take off,
Bravado period and histo farm tissue ..., dire hunger and cotyledon...
Bread on the tiles of your altar; germ to satisfy ... awning heirs to plunder...

A quarter of your roasted barley ..., will prostrate, supposedly fascinated, in a rooted basket, discerning Junco in its internodes, pseudo diaphragms of reflowered millennia,
perfect Sheba of Seven knotty amplified trumpets of the between-eye Universe ...
Millennial Juncal roots on the back of my donkey pendant distilling in the confines,
affirming itself still tremulous of ogre sheaves ... affirming restless davidianas
in secondary roots ..., in forked grassy lights, ... in the empty Davidian center,
by Bethlehem's big bang space davidian center,
Messiah .., spike of the Lady of Light…!
between prayers of forty and more to the right ..., multi germinating. "

Saint John the Apostle, terrified by this senso-poetic, lengthened his phonetics, his words and accents, becoming almost unintelligible when trying to record and imitate what the archangel recited. The slopes that formed a beautiful valley, moved to the opposite. The verses transmuted the clarified energies, caloric and meteorological, the wells of the oasis sites that had been extinguished for millennia, lit up like rubies in a Pingala aphorism, resurfacing in borders that adorned the presence of the visitors. With its energy channels and energy wheels, like turbines to the left brain of Bethlehem, where north and south intersect in verticals, pouring out the Prana that threatens the tempest of the intellect, which sleeps what, awakens in the port angle of North and South. Thus Bethlehem received visitors, who entered with their camelids, pretending to be nomadic mountains, on camels that roam in random sedentary circles.

Sheba Dean

Vernarth manifests himself: "The Hexagon turned us around and we looked at the sky of Zoroaster, a new star guided the seven of us mounted on golden camelid backs, now King David on the seventh Giga Camel."

Saint John the Apostle intervenes: “In my apocalyptic symbology, as an ancient Davidian I give in the testament of the liturgy and the one that appeared in the first centuries of Christianity in which their praises, prayers, requests, characters, cults, ornaments, incense, Eucharist arise , chalices, the saint, the amen, the lamb of God, the ******, the interception of the angels, the archangel Michael, the antiphons, the priesthood, the faithful, the meditative silence, the nuptial supper of the lamb; so are the numbers. At the same time, a symbology of the numbers is brought, giving them meanings; It is for this reason that for this author the "one" refers to God; the "three" can represent God, although for the Jews it represents the divinity and for the Christians the trinity (father-son and holy spirit). In the apocalypse the three appears as a fraction instead of the whole number one third, one third; which indicates that neither is a full God, nor the "fourth" that is creation, and that two thirds are not affected by what the third is; the half and three and a half taken are from the book of Daniel and signify fullness, as well as the "four" and the "seven" perfection, as well as the universe or creation or the representation of the four cardinal points, the four evangelists, the four living beings that are with God. In the apocalypse “the 5 and the 6” originate cataclysm and the “sixth” a vision of hope, the “seventh” the trumpets. The "six" denotes imperfection but one lacks one to reach seven which is perfection; This last number in Hebrew is called "Sheba"; "The twelve refers to the 12 tribes of Israel" (Jacob) (16), to the 12 apostles. If we make a calculation of the twelve tribes of Israel, we also have to do it of the 12 sons of Ishmael, which we can also consider as twelve tribes. Which is equivalent to two pairs of 12 or 24; this last number multiplied by 2 is equal to 48 and 12 by 12 equal to 144. Here we can continue to calculate the multiples of 10 and 4 and thus group figures to give them interpretations. The number 1,000 would be the general idea of a large number, the 1,000 years of the closure of the dragon. Note the negative aspect of some numbers that do not appear in the texts on "numerology"

King David, goes in the seventh Camel Giga, which are five that are missing from the camels of the twelve (being he in the seventh) to get to mount the last one before they reach Bethlehem. “The 5 and the 6” would originate a cataclysm but also glimpses of hope when it came to the sixth, and this could happen in multiple ups and downs in the lands of the primogeniture that saw them both born; Jesus and King David. The reason for being of this Davidian way is:
Via Davidian He says: “While on Mount Zion, below in the subsoil I imbued my proportion to my cenotaph, asking to be my rest here or another. In the Old Testament it says that I was buried with my ancestors in the City of David. Archaeological digs and ramblings locate my City south of the Temple Mount and not on Mount Zion where my current tomb is located. My city was the original settlement that became Jerusalem. They have searched for me in excavations in the Davidian City, but have not discovered my Tomb. Some have thought that I was buried in Bethlehem…, my city also known as the Via Davidiana… but they look for me in excavations in Bethlehem and they do not exhume me from my grave. On Mount "Zion is my spirit" that still looks for the Messiah, by some ladder that indicates that we look at both of us as humans ..., both as kings, but He is my true King. Here had to pass the pious and spiritual boat of Bethsaida as consort in the Miracle of Pentecost, which took place in the same place where the Last Supper was celebrated, the Washing of the Disciples' feet, the Meeting of the Disciples after the Ascension of our Jesus, Apparitions of Jesus Risen and the Election of Saint Matthias as an Apostle, which was located in an upper Room of Mount Zion. He could be found in many places, but where I have wanted to prevail his deserved and cozy place shared with me is in the Cenacle near me, in my Tomb where he celebrated his first Eucharist. And now, above all, I am riding the seventh Giga camel, hoping to reach the five that are missing to achieve the twelve that are missing, beyond the cataclysm of the five that remain to make the twelve.  That by equivalence it should have a correlation with my numeral year of my birthright 1040 BC. And by multiplicity factor that if we make a calculation of the twelve tribes of Israel, we also have to calculate the 12 sons of Ishmael, which we can also consider as twelve tribes. Which is equivalent to two pairs of 12 or 24; this last number multiplied by 2 is equal to 48 and 12 by 12 equal to 144 as an arcane and secret measure of the edification of creation. Here we can continue projecting my work as a geometer calculating from the multiples of 10 and 4 and thus grouping figures to give them interpretations of the size and measurement that unites me and separates me from the Messiah. "

Filled with a great peace of cruising through the sands of the Judean desert, they went almost asleep in the hemispheres of each region that waited and recirculated with the energies of the desert. With its constant changing landscapes, limestone hills between canyons of deep Philistine souls, with rivers and oases like Nahal David. They marked the passage of the camelids and the watery solitude that dominated their fictitious vegetation. King David as the seventh horseman went far from those who opened fences at the tip of the caravan's anvil. He felt excited releasing the clothes from his cenotaph ... perhaps entering the Eucharistic pavilion that resembled at the unbridled mouth; He as a Young King was proclaimed, and he remembered when he was active in reacting to retaliation to scare away the Philistines, with his namesake Saul. They used to raid the herds and fertile agricultural lands, for which David pleaded with the Lord what should he do in the lands of Adullam? The Lord spoke to him and said: "Let him rise up and destroy them", he did and he  rushed upon them, thus beginning his reign of liberation from these barbarians.

As they made their way to Bethlehem, the King felt that something was lacking to fuel the atmosphere of his return to his homeland. Since then, a flock of migratory birds descended from the sky that joined him when he fed the desert abdomen, attracting the six hundred Hula Cranes. King David was whistling loudly, which attracted the lake birds, creating an atmosphere of trance. Here time stood still, soft sweet water rained with messages of love and an everlasting poultry hubbub. He remembered six hundred Cranes, like the ones that sheltered them when the Philistine troops escaped, taking refuge in the cave of Adulam. Everything seemed poor biometrics of the arid event, in an arid destiny. All woven into the vegetation of  xerophilous bushes and exegetical brambles, which were lit with Calypso color in each shoot of the past millennium in its early biblical time. When they approached the vicinity of the valley near Bethlehem, near Beit Jala, erosive processes were imposed with meta-factors deserted from vile landscapes.

The windy Tramontane Eolionimia winds falling on its Tekhelet, dropping cranes with gravitating mud on their legs from the relevant heights, with gravel from the colonized banks of the rocky Hamada desert areas.  Following fossil birds climbing the rays reflecting the crown of two Kings to be found in Bethlehem. Arriving in the sacred native city and beginning the Christmas choirs and passion for the hissing in tenuity on the twelve Giga camels, venerating the hemispheres of prayer, the energy to breathe and the eternal walk of the government of their breathing, reaching them like migrants birds, of a series of fraternal cranes that invited him to be confused with the whistle of the divine solar east wind, which calmed and stimulated the enormous breezes to warn the villagers of his huge arrival with the Apostle Saint John, turned into dusty fissures of the surrounding quarries, where they stopped their work and deposited another rebuild in another temple of a greater whistle of a Sheba Dean.