Jul 2020
Prophecy III -. "Sixth, Resilience ..."
"They were on the perimeter trying to keep me united to their order, I go every day for his pantry, food, groceries, bookstore supplies and ink, oils and other essences for the environment in continuous handwritten obedience, I have to leave for Skala where some people who have ordered bring Gricos and Psili Ammos materials to project your home, If this has been written this way, it is because my placidity of walking has written it, in the company of the one who has written for the one who walks with me!
They always asked me why mention why I have to do this for them ... I will tell you that I used to serve leaders who consolidate Hellenic geography, without them everything would have been invaded by unleaded foreign hands ...in that rest, I have to attend for the preceding verse ... which says that we have already entered where I intend to argue the following ...Resilience and exhortation that from the beginning I have taken since it began ... now I will abide and lecture your messages on a very predominant note, I was Commander Hoplita of the Falange and Hetairoi, now a Christian who does not dispute to live a life of obedience to those who are not and are not without their martyrs ... like that people to whom God swore, they will not enter into my rest in whose amen the verse will be preached in a passive voice!
Stay as the verb indicates with the actual facts, the word
independent of the present, independent of who and when ...
Saint Gabriel my Abrahamic angel will give me white strength and romped lilies like baskets of hermaphrodite lilies procreating only begotten forests on the altar.
Remain upright on the Abrahamic campfire without mittens or shields, rethink your beloved woman and take a sharp step to heal your wounds there is so much grass to cut and so much poetry to chew ... from up on the mountain towards Skala at night after drinking wine Epitrapezios Inos setting fire with harmless saffron atmosphere lips of fire and bread, for a good offensive fight.
Dawn united with deep disorder
Give the color that your day deserves to have as a constellation
with the image that rests in your angular and poly-calloused hands. holding back spaces of loss more than all the centuries that waited for the minimum incense to a good warrior, sweet wine for bleeding open wound not his ... thunder that conceals baptisms in all hearts empty of blood ...
As Vernarth prayed in his oracle, he feels a thunderous supra sound As if the gates of hell had been opened ...
As if millions of angels seconds were scattered from heaven
To reduce more seconds of silence to the finest pleading eardrum
A few days ago I saw a ghost that was chopping wood ...
I couldn't realize it was really Him I also saw him cutting thousands of volumes from a library ... Also not realizing I saw several, like more than eighty manuscripts of encouragement that they still did not prosper in the hands of Saint Mark ...
It feels like a gigantic door slam again ...!
again it was the angels that were coming
right now on his return… but now on his return
they were climbing in and out of the Eden garden. ”
Vernarth, evicted from the habit of the unknown, was apprehended by his crafts, he continued to be attentive to being received by Saint John. The longer it took to wait for an audience, he did not postpone what his memory pointed out to be more than an experience plotting capacities in the face of his own limitations. From that moment on, a gigantic door is felt again! The angels who went back one after the other with their burnished masonry cloaks repeated…, but now making the garden of Eden their own,… being theirs in their own, that they would be in the house of a wise gardener of Eden perhaps being the same manger from Katapausis at once!
Raeder says: hugging her profusely! time has to go in flight like the little angels, having them next to us as companions of time what is left over in their wings giving it to your all enjoy living and feeling lost in you without finding it. ! Khaire my Vernarth!, I have some karidopitas with walnuts and yogurt accompanied by baklava with nuts of delicious syrup from Kalymos. Petrobus jumped for joy and flapped like a hummingbird to steal a few pieces! Eurydice and Vernarth did the same. That night they told militia tales while they ate the bites, so they fell asleep as if it had been the first time they had fought such a great menu.
Eurydice assists in the same with her fresh clean face, creating an atmosphere of conciliation to renew the dream of a day that will dawn close to its awakening away from the criminals. Vernarth takes his staff thereafter and divides the books and manuscripts into two parts, so he would have time to take steps to really feel like he can walk close to Saint John.
"They were on the perimeter trying to keep me united to their order, I go every day for his pantry, food, groceries, bookstore supplies and ink, oils and other essences for the environment in continuous handwritten obedience, I have to leave for Skala where some people who have ordered bring Gricos and Psili Ammos materials to project your home, If this has been written this way, it is because my placidity of walking has written it, in the company of the one who has written for the one who walks with me!
They always asked me why mention why I have to do this for them ... I will tell you that I used to serve leaders who consolidate Hellenic geography, without them everything would have been invaded by unleaded foreign hands ...in that rest, I have to attend for the preceding verse ... which says that we have already entered where I intend to argue the following ...Resilience and exhortation that from the beginning I have taken since it began ... now I will abide and lecture your messages on a very predominant note, I was Commander Hoplita of the Falange and Hetairoi, now a Christian who does not dispute to live a life of obedience to those who are not and are not without their martyrs ... like that people to whom God swore, they will not enter into my rest in whose amen the verse will be preached in a passive voice!
Stay as the verb indicates with the actual facts, the word
independent of the present, independent of who and when ...
Saint Gabriel my Abrahamic angel will give me white strength and romped lilies like baskets of hermaphrodite lilies procreating only begotten forests on the altar.
Remain upright on the Abrahamic campfire without mittens or shields, rethink your beloved woman and take a sharp step to heal your wounds there is so much grass to cut and so much poetry to chew ... from up on the mountain towards Skala at night after drinking wine Epitrapezios Inos setting fire with harmless saffron atmosphere lips of fire and bread, for a good offensive fight.
Dawn united with deep disorder
Give the color that your day deserves to have as a constellation
with the image that rests in your angular and poly-calloused hands. holding back spaces of loss more than all the centuries that waited for the minimum incense to a good warrior, sweet wine for bleeding open wound not his ... thunder that conceals baptisms in all hearts empty of blood ...
As Vernarth prayed in his oracle, he feels a thunderous supra sound As if the gates of hell had been opened ...
As if millions of angels seconds were scattered from heaven
To reduce more seconds of silence to the finest pleading eardrum
A few days ago I saw a ghost that was chopping wood ...
I couldn't realize it was really Him I also saw him cutting thousands of volumes from a library ... Also not realizing I saw several, like more than eighty manuscripts of encouragement that they still did not prosper in the hands of Saint Mark ...
It feels like a gigantic door slam again ...!
again it was the angels that were coming
right now on his return… but now on his return
they were climbing in and out of the Eden garden. ”
Vernarth, evicted from the habit of the unknown, was apprehended by his crafts, he continued to be attentive to being received by Saint John. The longer it took to wait for an audience, he did not postpone what his memory pointed out to be more than an experience plotting capacities in the face of his own limitations. From that moment on, a gigantic door is felt again! The angels who went back one after the other with their burnished masonry cloaks repeated…, but now making the garden of Eden their own,… being theirs in their own, that they would be in the house of a wise gardener of Eden perhaps being the same manger from Katapausis at once!
Raeder says: hugging her profusely! time has to go in flight like the little angels, having them next to us as companions of time what is left over in their wings giving it to your all enjoy living and feeling lost in you without finding it. ! Khaire my Vernarth!, I have some karidopitas with walnuts and yogurt accompanied by baklava with nuts of delicious syrup from Kalymos. Petrobus jumped for joy and flapped like a hummingbird to steal a few pieces! Eurydice and Vernarth did the same. That night they told militia tales while they ate the bites, so they fell asleep as if it had been the first time they had fought such a great menu.
Eurydice assists in the same with her fresh clean face, creating an atmosphere of conciliation to renew the dream of a day that will dawn close to its awakening away from the criminals. Vernarth takes his staff thereafter and divides the books and manuscripts into two parts, so he would have time to take steps to really feel like he can walk close to Saint John.
PROPHECY III
