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.