Pondok Pancawarna*
Sebuah cerita pendek*

Apa aku harus menyesal pindah rumah? Tak ada anak seumuranku di sini. Tak ada penjual susu yang lewat tiap pagi, atau gelak tawa dari permainan sore hari. Aku sedih, tapi itu bukan masalah besar, mungkin. Toh tahun depan usiaku beranjak 15 tahun, aku tak punya waktu untuk banyak bermain. Rambut keritingku yang dipelihara ibu ini juga nantinya akan kupotong, aku tak mau berulangkali dikira sebagai perempuan di tempat tinggalku yang baru.

Tahun depan usiaku 15 tahun, dan aku takkan punya waktu untuk banyak bermain lagi. Aku ingin menghabiskan sisa usiaku dengan bermain di jalanan sampai sore hari. Sayangnya lingkungan ini terlalu asing untukku. semua jalannya terlihat sama dan terlalu besar, terlalu banyak rumput liar dari rumah-rumah kosong yang jaraknya terlalu jauh, dan dedaunan pohon menjuntai bak rambut kasar nenek tua.

Sayangnya lingkungan ini terlalu asing,

Dan aku tak punya pilihan lain selain menjelajahinya
Dengan senang hati.
Jangan bilang ibuku.

Ibu dan mbah selalu melarangku berjalan sendirian di luar saat pagi-siang-sore-malam semenjak pindah ke rumah yang terlalu besar ini, terlalu sepi ini. Mungkin untuk alasan keamanan. Aku tidak sebodoh itu untuk harus bertanya kenapa. Dan karena aku tidak sebodoh itu, aku tidak menyukai cara mereka—Wanti-wanti dari mereka agar aku tak berkeliaran sendiri.

Mereka bilang dahulu jalan besar di depan sana adalah tempat tengkorak para jawara-jawara pembela negara dikuburkan, dan tiap sore akan terlihat pria-pria muda dengan baju berlumur darah merokok serta makan-makan daun sambil bermain catur di pinggiran jalan.

Mbah tambah berkata kalau di perempatan sebelah rumah ini, apabila aku bermain sendirian, aku akan dikejar-kejar oleh serdadu kompeni tak berkepala yang akan menebas kepalaku, atau membawaku untuk disembunyikan.

Aku tak takut pada hantu-hantu bekas perang itu, aku juga tak tertarik pada mereka.
Kesalahan ibu dan mbah, dalam menakut-nakutiku, adalah menceritakan sebuah kisah yang, entah benar atau tidak, justru membuatku tertarik untuk mendekati sumbernya.

Di ujung gang, yang jalannya sedikit menurun, terdapat sebuah rumah kayu yang dijuluki oleh warga sekitar sebagai Pondok. Padahal, menurutku bentuknya tidak seperti Pondok. Rumah itu tidak buruk, justru didepannya terdapat taman besa. Sebuah gerbang mawar besar memagarinya; di taman indah itu, hanya terdapat lima jenis bunga bermekaran. Aku tak tahu jenisnya apa saja, yang kuingat dari cerita itu, pokoknya terdapat warna merah, ungu, biru, kuning, dan yang paling aneh, sebuah mawar hitam. Aku tak tahu bagaimana mawar hitam dapat tumbuh di tempat seperti ini. aku bahkan tak tahu kalau ada mawar yang berwana hitam.

Mereka menyebut rumah itu Pondok,
Pondok Pancawarna.
Pondok milik seorang pelukis yang kata orang-orang kakinya buntung.

Karena tak memiliki objek untuk dilukis, dan tak bisa keluar mencarinya, mereka bilang pelukis itu menarik gadis-gadis kecil dengan bunga yang indah di tamannya, lalu menyekap mereka dalam Pondok itu sampai ia puas melukisnya. Hal ini diceritakan setelah aku mendengar pembicaraan ibu saat membeli sayur pagi hari 2 minggu lalu, setibanya dirumah aku langsung menanyakannya soal cerita itu.
Seram?

Aneh, bukan seram. Memangnya seorang pelukis baru bisa melukis bila ada objeknya?

Kalau ingin membuatku berhenti berkeliaran dan bermain sampai larut malam di daerah baru, seharusnya mereka memberi alasan yang bagus dan masuk akal. Bukan malah menakut-nakutiku dengan sesuatu yang ditakuti anak perempuan.

Nah, malam ini aku akan menyelinap. Aku ingin mencari tahu mengenai pelukis itu; lumayan, aku dapat mencari kesenangan disela malam-malam yang selama ini selalu jenuh.

Setelah aku yakin ibu dan mbah terlelap dengan memperhatikan apa semua lampu sudah mati, aku melepas baju tidurku dan mengambil kemeja lengan pendek putih yang kupakai tadi pagi, celana pendek hitam, dan suspender yang biasanya kupakai setiap hari. Aku keluar lewat—Ini sebenarnya jendela atau pintu, sih? Bentuknya seperti jendela, terlalu besar, dan memiliki gagaing pintu—Aku keluar lewat jendela-pintu di kamarku yang langsung mengantarku ke serambi kanan rumah yang terlalu besar ini. Tanpa sepatu, aku berlari-lari kecil ditemani lampu jalan yang remang-remang dan rambut pohon yang menjuntai menuruni jalanan lebar nan sepi, menuju Pondok Pancawarna di ujung jalan.

Aku sampai didepan pagaarnya. Pagar besi hitam yang ditengahnya terdapat gerbang dari semak-semak mawar. Aku mendorog pagar yang ternyata tidak terkunci itu, berderit pelan, dan perlahan masuk. Kenapa tidak dikunci? Apa memang ia bertujuan untuk menarik anak-anak yang penasaran kemari? Dan sekarang, sejauh mata memandang dibawah bulan sabit yang temaram, aku hanya melihat hamparan taman bunga yang indah didepan sebuah rumah kayu tua yang mulai berlumut. Seperti kata mereka, dalam remang aku dapat melihat bahwa bunga didalam sini hanya memiliki 5 warna—mawar, yang jelas, bunga sepatu, lavender, violet—Entah apa lagi, aku hanya mengenali itu. taman ini terlihat makin gelap karena tak ada bunga yang berwarna putih. Aku mengambil sebuah ranting panjang yang patah, dan mengibas-ngibaskannya seolah itu adalah pisau untuk memotong dahan-dahan yang menghalangi jalan, aku seorang penjelajah.

Aku melihat taman dari ujung-ke-ujung, sampai akhirnya berhenti ketika aku mencoba untuk mencari jalan menuju belakang Pondok—
Di sana lah aku melihatnya,
Dengan sebuah lampu ublik yang ia letakkan di sebelah cagak kanvasnya,
Ia duduk pada sebuah kursi roda kayu,
Sambil terus melukis dan menoleh ke arahku.
“Nak?”
Ia memutar kursinya,
Dan kakinya tak ada—Tak ada dalam artian, benar-benar tak ada. Seolah tak ada apa-apa lagi setelah bagian bawah perutnya.
“Sedang apa kau kemari? Tak ada yang berani kesini, lho.”
Ia tidak tua seperti yang kubayangkan, tidak setua mbah, dan mungkin hanya beberapa tahun di atas ibu. Kemeja biru bergarisnya terlihat kusam di bawah mata sabit rembulan.
Aku terus mengayun-ayunkan ranting yang kupegang.
“Tak apa, aku hanya penasaran. Kukira bapak cuma sekedar cerita. Ibu dan mbah biasanya menakut-nakutiku.”
“Apa menurutmu aku terlihat seperti orang jahat?”
“Tidak. Bapak terlihat seperti—”
“Ya?”
“Orang sedih, pak.”
“Lho, mengapa?”
“Karena bapak melukis  sendirian jauh dari orang. Aku punya teman yang selalu menggambar sendirian saat sedih.”
Bapak itu hanya tertawa. Dan memanggilku untuk melihat lukisannya lebih dekat.
“Ada apa dengan kakimu, pak?”
“Ini Memento Mori. Kau tahu apa itu?”
“Apa itu?”
“Pengingat kematian.”
Aku melihat lukisannya—Seperti tamannya, aku hanya mengenali lima warna pada lukisannya.
“Datanglah lagi bila kau mau. ”

Ketika aku datang esok pagi, setelah beli sayur bersama ibu dan mbah, (aku menyelinap setelah mereka masuk ke rumah) ia tak ada disana. Aku mencoba kembali malam hari, dan saat itulah aku sadar bahwa ia selalu melukis tiap malam, dan entah berada di mana saat pagi. Aku mulai mengunjunginya tiap hari, tiap minggu, sewaktu kesepian dan suntuk melandaku.

Aku mulai hafal pola-pola lukisannya, gurat-guratan garisnya yang abstrak. Ia tidak pernah menggunakan warna yang tidak ada pada tamannya, seolah cat yang ia dapat berasal dari bunga-bunga yang ia tanam. Yang ia hancurkan, dan renggut warnanya.
Pada suatu malam yang anehnya tidak dingin, justru sedikit hangat, ia bertanya,
“Apa yang kau lihat di lukisan-lukisanku, nak?”
“Hmm.. Apa ya.. Warna yang dicampur-campur.. Lima warna.. Garis putus-putus..”
“Ini warna-warna dan suara masa lampau.”
Aku menatapnya penasaran,
“Kau masih ingat Memento Mori?”
“Pengingat kematian?”
“Kakiku yang hilang ini bukan hanya pertanda agar aku selalu mengingat kematian. Tapi agar aku tak bisa melupakan, dan meninggalkan masa lampau.”
“Maksud bapak, agar tak bisa meninggalkan tempat ini juga?”
“Ya, ini tempat dimana aku kehilangan banyak hal, kehilangan orang-orang yang kukasihi. Aku ingin tetap bersama jiwa mereka di Pondok ini. Rumah tua reot kami yang sudah lumutan.”
“Apa ini ada hubungannya dengan bunga yang hanya memiliki lima warna?”
Ia meletakkan kuasnya dan memutar kursi rodanya menghadapku, lalu melonggarkan kerah kemeja putih lusuhnya; aku lebih suka kemejanya yang biru bergaris.
“Aku dahulu tinggal dengan empat orang anakku, dan istriku. Ia sangat suka berkebun, dan menanam enam bunga sesuai warna kesukaanku kami. Ia sangat cantik, tak banyak memikirkan soal dirinya. Pada suatu hari, nak, ketika ia pergi ke pasar pagi buta, mendung semilir, dan aku masih menemani anak-anak yang belum terbangun—Badai terjadi. Kami lindung didalam rumah sedangkan—Entah apa jadinya pada istriku dan ibu-ibu yang ke pasar pada pagi hari. Yang kutahu, ketika hujan mulai reda dan semuanya kembali seperti sedia kala, taman kami sudah tak berbentuk, kacau. Pepohonan semua tumbang, jalan-jalan dipenuhi lumpur, dan entah berapa lamapun aku menunggu,
Ia tak kembali dari pasar pagi itu.
Cuaca sangat buruk, dan untuk keluarga di daerah terpencil seperti ini, flu bukanlah penyakit yang mudah, nak.”
“Kau kehilangan keempat anakmu karena flu, pak?”
“Tepat sekali, dan setelahnya, aku mencoba menghidupkan mereka dalam warna-warna yang mereka sukai. Lima warna yang mereka gemari di pekarangan kasih ini. Tapi entah bagaimanapun, mawar putih yang kutanam untuk istriku, di tanah hitam yang sedih dan lembab ini, mendadak menunjukkan bercak-bercak hitam yang makin menyebar ke seluruh kelopaknya. Seolah alam bahkan tak mengizinkanku untuk mengenang dan bertemu lagi dengannya,
Seolah kami takkan pernah bersatu lagi.”
“Aku tak tahan, nak. Aku ingin pergi dari sini. Tapi jika aku pergi, siapa yang akan merawat bunga-bunga ini dan mengenang, mengasihi mereka di gelap sana? Aku berusaha keras mengurungkan niatku, dan untuk memaksa diriku agar tak pergi,
Aku memotong kedua kakiku.”
“Apa tetangga-tetanggamu tak berpikir kau gila, pak?”
“Tentunya. Hal terakhir yang kuingat dari mereka hanyalah kursi roda kayu ini.”
“Mereka menuduhmu menculik anak-anak.”
“Aku tak pernah menculik mereka, mereka datang sendiri, dan aku memperlakukan anak-anak itu sepantasnya.”
“Dasar, gosip ibu-ibu.”
Cerita mengerikan itu terus menghantuiku. Tapi aku tak dapat berhenti mengunjunginya. Aku kasihan padanya, bapak itu pasti kesepian;

Sama sepertiku.

Setahun hampir berlalu, dan minggu depan usiaku akan menginjak 15 tahun. Aku akan dikirim untuk tinggal bersama ayah di ibu kota, dan harus meninggalkan tempat ini.
Aku mengkhianati keinginanku untuk tidak banyak bermain dan mulai menjadi anak yang serius,
Aku tidak ingin kehidupan dewasa yang terlihat sepi dan penuh sesak serta hambar,
Aku masih ingin bermain.

Semalam sebelum ulang tahunku, aku melesat ke Pondok Pancawarna. Aku bersembunyi diantara semak bunga biru sampai pak pelukis menemukanku.
“Hei, apa yang kau lakukan?”
“Sembunyikan aku, pak! Sampai dua hari ke depan?”
“Apa? Mengapa? Mbah dan ibumu akan mencarimu!”
“Aku tak ingin jadi orang dewasa yang sedih dan membosankan, aku masih ingin bahagia dan bermain! Besok lusa ayah akan menjemputku, dan aku harus ikut dengannya untuk belajar di ibu kota—Dengan seragam yang pucat dan kehidupan yang ketat.”
“Bukannya kau pernah bercerita akan memotong rambut keritingmu itu dan berhenti bermain-main.”
“Itu hanya untuk menghibur sepiku—”
“Jangan membohongi dirimu, nak.”

Aku menoleh melihat lukisannya—Lukisan yang biasanya abstrak. Meskipun tidak jelas, aku dapat melihat bahwa itu adalah lukisan Pondok ini, dengan hamparan taman harum dan 4 anak yang bermain riang bersama orangtua mereka, berlarian di pekarangan.

“Kuharap aku dapat bersenang-senang seperti yang lukisanmu itu.”
“Hei, ayolah, jangan murung. Kau harus senang dapat bersama orangtuamu.”
Aku hanya membenamkan wajahku dalam lututku.
“Baiklah, kau boleh menginap untuk dua hari ke depan.”

Pak pelukis menggiringku masuk sambil memutar roda kursinya; ia mempersilahkanku untuk tidur di kamar anaknya, dan minum teh malam sebelum terlelap. Aku biasa melakukannya dengan ibu, mbah, dan ayah; tapi semenjak pindah kemari dan ayah harus berada di ibu kota, ibu dan mbah tidak lagi mengajakku minum teh sebelum tidur

Keesokan harinya aku terbangun, cahaya matahari menyinari jendela kamar yang sedikit berdebu ini, namun terlihat lebih indah dan menarik daripada tadi malam. Mainan dan buku berserakan dibawahnya. Kakiku sedikt nyeri saat tak sengaja menginjak empat batang krayon yang tergeletak di karpet. Aku mencari pak pelukis, tapi sebelum menemukannya aku mendengar tawa riang anak-anak.

Aku berlari ke pintu depan yang letaknya kuraba-raba; aku tak tahu. Tadi malam kami masuk lewat pintu belakang. Pintu depan berhasil kucapai, dan dengan melindungi mataku dari sinar matahari pagi, aku beranjak keluar untuk melihat sebuah keluarga bahagia; empat orang anak dan sepasang suami istri bermain, berlari riang pada sebuah pelataran mengenakan mahkota bunga.
Sang ayah, dengan kemeja biru bergarisnya dengan mudah kukenali,
Itu pak pelukis, tapi ada yang berbeda dengannya.
Ia berdiri pada kedua kaki, dan berdansa dengan riang bersama istri serta anak-anaknya,
Tangannya terulur, ia mengajakku untuk bergabung dengannya,
Dan aku menyambutnya.

Kami berdansa, berdendang, dan makan enak sepanjang hari. Saat malam, aku mencoba untuk melewati gerbang mawar dan mengintip keadaan rumahku; tapi tak bisa. Yang kulihat selepas gerbang mawar adalah hamparan taman yang sama, lebih besar dan luas dari ini.

Aku mencoba untuk melewati gerbang mawar, tapi tak bisa.
Seolah ada kain kasar tebal yang membatasi antara aku dan taman selanjutnya.

Keesokan harinya kami masih bermain, bersenang-senang. Aku semakin akrab dengan empat orang anak yang pakaiannya berwarna sesuai dengan kesukaan mereka, dan dapat dengan mudah mengambil hati istri pak pelukis.
Tapi, malam ini,
Saat aku mencoba untuk melewati gerbang mawar, di depan tirai kain tebal itu;
Yang kulihat adalah wajah ibu.
Wajah ibu, mbah, dan ayah yang panik serta berteriak seolah memukul-mukul tirai kain.
Aku menoleh ke belakang,
Istri pak pelukis memanggilku untuk makan malam.
Pagi hari setelahnya kami masih terus berdendang, dan berbahagia bersama. Tapi ini sudah esok lusa, dan aku harus pulang karena pasti ayah sudah kembali ke ibu kota dan tak akan ada yang mengambilku lagi.
Aku mencoba untuk melewati gerbang mawar, didepan tirai kain tebal itu;
Aku masih tak dapat melewatinya,
Tapi sekarang aku tak melihat taman bunga, ataupun wajah ibu dan mbah yang terlalu dekat—
Aku melihat ruang tamu rumahku,
Dengan ibu, mbah, dan ayah duduk termenung menundukkan kepalanya.
Aku menoleh ke belakang,
Pak pelukis mengajakku bermain lagi; empat anaknya, serta beberapa anak lain, berlari mengejar, menarik tanganku untuk tinggal bersama mereka.

Tinggal dan berbahagia di Pondok Pancawarna untuk selamanya.

sebuah ingatan*

Aku tak mungkin mampu bersanding denganmu dalam segala warna dan wangi. Sampai usiaku berpuluh, beratus, beribu tahunpun, hanya dua warna yang dapat kukenali: Merah bara meranggas dan hitam abu mengapur. Sedang wangi yang membekas dan meracuni paruku tak jauh dari getir arang serta harum menyan di sekujur tubuhmu.

Sampai usiaku berpuluh, beratus, beribu tahunpun, lelehan baja akan tetap mengalir dalam nadiku—leleh baja pula yang telah membekukan
mematikan
menyayati
Segala rasaku padamu. Tanpa warna; tanpa wangi; tanpa harap; tanpa pinta; tanpa ampun—tanpa apapun.

Aku tak dapat mempersembahkan apapun selain mata pisau setajam akhir cerita di mana kita tak kekal di dalamnya. Mata pisau yang akan membawa kemenangan tapi tidak atasmu. Mata pisau sejeli jarum yang menjahit dendam pada hati penggunanya. Darah dan daging yang merah merekah tak akan mungkin menggantikan mawar, bukan? Dan kilau yang dipancarkan oleh keris ataupun tombak bukanlah ganti yang sesuai atas emas dan berlian. Maka tak akan pernah lagi aku belah dadaku dan kucabik-cabik hatiku karena luka sayat berpedih abulah yang akan menguar darinya, bukan cinta serta kasih yang dapat membelai kulitmu tanpa hasilkan borok bernanah.

Helai rambutmu yang menggantung dan perlahan terurai enggan meninggalkan benakku meski aku terus hidup melampaui waktumu. Kedua lenganmu yang tak tertutupi apapun dan bersimbah darah masih terus menorehkan noktah pada hidupku. Dan kedua tangan kecilmu, sesekali gemetar, menggenggam erat keris ciptaanku seolah hidupmu bergantung padanya.

Seolah hidupmu bergantung padanya, kau menghunuskan keris buatanku pada dirimu sendiri.

Aku bangkit dari semadiku karena tawamu yang tak hentinya bergema ketika aku mengosongkan diriku, seolah angin yang murung, entah darimana, meniru suaramu untuk memanggilku. Semenjak kematianmu aku tak lagi dapat melakukan tapa lebih dari tiga purnama lamanya. Kita tidak pernah bersama dan hanya dapat bermimpi untuk bersama karena aku hanya dapat melukai bukan mencintai meski sesakti apapun aku di matamu, di mata mereka, di mata yang menangis.

Walau di tanah ini akhirnya didirikan lagi sebuah Pakuwuan dengan akuwu yang dahulu merupakan jelata, dunia ini tak berubah lepas kematianmu. Aku mengira suara tak akan lagi terdengar dan warna akan sirna sepenuhnya—nyatanya, tak ada yang berubah. Hanya hatiku yang kian mengeras, mengeras, dan mengeras.

Gemeresak daun tak lagi mengantarkan tubuhmu yang menguarkan wangi menyan. Ranting-ranting yang berserak tak lagi bergemeletuk karena langkahmu yang sembarangan. Dalam alamku masih terukir bagaimana kau mengeluh karena tak dapat melihat dengan jelas dan akhirnya tersesat sampai ke gubukku yang dipenuhi oleh benda-benda tajam; bagaimana dunia bagimu hanyalah segumpal warna-warna yang buram, hingga kau berujung nyasar menuju gubuk tempat belati penumpah darah dihasilkan.

Kau begitu terkejut melihatku sosokku yang di matamu pasti tak terlihat seperti apapun walau dahulu aku lebih gagah dan rambut hitamku begitu tebal. Kau hanya terkejut, itu saja. Orang lain akan membungkuk karena mereka takut pada, menurut mereka, kesaktianku—yang hanya dapat membawa kengerian pun kematian. Kukira sahabatku Bango Samparan kembali mengunjungi, nyatanya yang datang hanyalah seorang gadis yang kesusahan melihat.

Lelah berjalan, kau meminta izin untuk rehat di gubukku sejenak saja yang tanpa peduli apapun aku kabulkan. Aku tak ambil pusing atas kehadiranmu dan kembali merapal mantra serta menempa keris. Sayangnya kau membuyarkan konsentrasiku dengan balas merapal mantra serupa sebuah kidung yang dilantuntkan dalam suara yang sama sekali tidak merdu sembari memahat sebuah arca kecil di tanganmu.

Kubiarkan sudah segala baja, timah, dan tungku yang menyala. Kuambil kendi dan gelas selaku tuan rumah yang baik. Di antara air yang tertuang dan kedua wajah kita aku dapat menangkap bagaimana matamu kau sipitkan sedemikian rupa demi menangkap wajahku. Aku yakin kau tidak tahu aku tua atau muda, kau hanya tau aku seorang laki-laki dari suaraku. Aku tak ingin memberitahukan namaku, tidak perlu. Saat itu aku cukup yakin kita tidak akan bertemu lagi.

“Rapalan mantra apa yang kau lantunkan?”
“Doa yang aku rapal sendiri kala memahat.” Dan kau menunjukkan sekeranjang penuh arca-arca kecil dan hewan-hewan pahatanmu di bawah matahari yang dalam beberapa hembusan angin saja akan tenggelam. Kau memahat begitu dekat dengan matamu, dan itu menyakitkanku kala melihatnya.

“Kembalilah, gadis.” Kau hanya terdiam dan menggendong keranjangmu, lalu meletakkannya kembali sebelum meraba-raba tanah di depan gubukku untuk mencari ranting yang lebih besar.
“Matur nuwun, Kanda—?”
“Kau tak perlu tahu namaku.” Mata yang disipitkan, lalu kau menghilang di antara pepohon dan semak begitu saja. Aku menyukainya—aku menyukai bagaimana kau tak ambil pusing atas siapa diriku raib begitu saja dalam petang. Orang-orang biasanya begitu menakutiku dan wanita-wanita menjauh dariku. Mereka datang bila menghendaki senjata dalam bentuk apapun itu atau jimat sembari memohon padaku “Mpu, Mpu, tolonglah Mpu. Buatkan sekarang juga.”

Apa yang membuatku begitu menjauhkan diri dari kerumunan? Apa benar karena kesaktianku? Kesaktian ini sungguhkah mengalir dalam nadiku?

Pada petang esok harinya aku tak menyangka kau akan datang lagi dan membawakanku beberapa buah pahatan untuk kupajang sebagai tanda terimakasih. Aku tak paham bagaimana kau dapat kembali ke gubuk lusuhku dengan mata yang kau katakan tak dapat melihat dengan jelas itu. Meski mata hitam legam itu tak dapat melihat guratan pun pola yang begitu kecil, kau berusaha keras untuk menatap dan menggaris bentuk wajahku sedemikian rupa.

Lambat laun setiap hadirmu di gubukku, segala rapalan mantra serta kesaktianku luruh seluruhnya.

Penempaan keris serta tombak-tombak terhambat hanya karena kehadiranmu. Sungguh kau sumber masalahku. Entah mantra apa yang kau rapal selama berada di sebelahku. Kau sendiri juga tidak menghalangiku dari pekerjaanku—tak banyak kudengar kisah terlontar dari mulutmu jika aku tak bertanya. Hanya saja kala kau duduk pada undakan di depan gubukku, aku tak ingin melakukan hal lain selain duduk di sebelahmu. Tidak ada orang yang akan betah duduk berlama-lama dengan seorang empu yang meski menguasai kesaktiannya di kala muda, membuat senjata dengan sebegitu mengerikan dan buasnya. Hanya kawanku Bango Samparan yang kini entah kemana, aku tak tahu.

Keadaan wilayah ini sedang buruk-buruknya. Pemberontakan dan penjarahan terjadi di berbagai desa. Wanita diculik dan pria dibakar hidup-hidup, para pemberontak yang jadi membabi-buta karena terlena itu membawa senjata yang mata pisaunya berwarna merah. Aku mendengar desas-desus itu dan menatap kedua tanganku—haruskah aku berhenti dan kupotong saja dua tangan keparat ini?

Tanah sedang merah-merahnya, dan bertelanjang kaki, kau terus datang ke gubukku.
Di luar rapalan mantramu kau terbalut dalam kesunyian. Aku tak menyebutkan namaku dan kau tak menyebutkan namamu pula. Aku memanggilmu Sunya atas kesunyianmu itu lalu kau sama sekali tak mengajukan keberatan. Kau tak tahu harus memanggilku apa, dan aku dengan enggan serta waktu yang lama membuka mulutku, menimbang-nimbang apakah aku harus melafalkan namaku di hadapanmu atau tidak. Hembusan nafasmu terdengar pelan lalu kau tersenyum,
“Gandring,” satu cukilan kayu,
“Mpu Gandring yang tinggal terpencil dalam gubuknya di hutan desa Lulumbangan. Mereka bilang kau empu muda yang sakti namun begitu gila. Seluruh bilah mata pisau yang kau hasilkan berwarna merah karena kau mencampurkan sendiri darahmu di dalamnya.”
“Kenapa tidak kau katakan sedari dulu bila memang mengenalku?”
“Aku tidak mengenalmu, empu, aku hanya tahu soalmu setelah bertanya selepas tersesat.”
“Kau tahu tentangku dan terus datang tanpa kepentingan. Lihat segala kerusuhan di luar sana karena sekelompok orang dengan mata pisau berwarna merah.”
“Aku punya kepentingan untuk berterimakasih atas kebaikanmu memperbolehkanku beristirahat, Gandring.” Kau tak menggubris peringatanku di akhir.

Kulihat kakimu yang penuh guratan merah serta telapak dan pergelangan tanganmu yang dipenuhi sayat, lalu kau meninggalkanku dengan arca-arca kecilmu yang kau atur sedemikian rupa.
“Untuk melindungimu.”
Dan kau mengukir sebuah mantra pada pintu gubukku, yang aku tak tahu ditujukan pada bathara atau bathari manapun. Aku tidak tahu apa kepercayaanmu, tapi saat itulah aku mengetahui bahwa aku mempercayai kesunyian yang ada padamu.

Dalam terpejamnya mataku aku dapat mendengar arca-arca kecilmu terus menyanyi dalam suaramu. Menyanyi, merapal, dan berdoa; menarikku dari keinginan untuk lelap dan menempa lagi sebilah keris merah yang kubuat sembari merapalkan ulang doa-doa yang terlontar dari ranum bibirmu.

Pada petang yang semestinya, kau tetap datang menemuiku dengan keranjangmu yang penuh pahatan. Kau tak peduli pada pemberontak dan dedengkot penjahat di luar sana, kau terus menemuiku dalam senandika sunyimu.
“Malahan tak ada yang akan dapat menemukanku selama aku bersamamu.”
Saat itulah pertamakali, dengan abu dan darah kering di sekujur tanganku serta helai kasar rambut terpapar panas yang menjuntai terjulur dari ikatannya, itulah kali pertama aku mendekapmu dan membawamu masuk ke gubukku. Aku tak akan membiarkanmu menjejakkan kaki telanjang di tengah api membara dan tanah tergenang darah.
Kau tetap diam dalam tawananku sampai nyaris dua purnama lamanya. Aku pun terheran bagaimana warga desa dikata hidup dalam kesengsaraan di bawah tangan dedengkot itu.

Kau menatap nyala api ketika aku masuk ke dalam gubuk, kau tak memperhatikanku dan tak dapat melihatku dengan jelas,

“Sunya,” dan seiring dengan tolehanmu kusodorkan sejajar dengan dadamu sebilah keris bermata merah yang sama dengan milik para pemberontak itu. Kau melindungiku dengan secara arcamu dan kini aku yang harusnya lanjut melindungimu dengan sebilah mata pisauku.
“Kita saling membalas rasa terima kasih, Gandring?”
kau merenggut keris itu dariku, membungkusnya dengan selendang yang tergantung di pinggangmu sebelum tanpa kata-kata kau undur diri.

Dalam tidurku dapat kudengar jeritan serta lolongan dan kepanikan yang jauh dari tempatku. Aku terbangun mengusap mata dan tak menemukanmu di manapun dalam gubukku. Untuk pertamakalinya aku tak memperdulikan tatapan ngeri orang-orang yang kulalui. Tubuhku yang tinggi dan rambut yang terurai saat itupun tak menanamkan rasa iba di hati orang yang berpapasan denganku atau permintaan untuk pertolongan, namun hanya kengerian, ngeri, ngeri, dan ngeri.

Aku sampai pada pemandangan di mana segala yang ada dijilati oleh api sedemikiannya. Di antara reruntuhan kau menunduk meraih-raih dua orang wanita yang diboyong pergi oleh sesosok pria bertubuh besar namun kurus. Pria yang di elu-elukan sebagai “Ametung!” oleh kanca-kancanya. Aku masih terus melangkah mendekatimu saat sesosok pria lainnya menjambakmu tanpa ampun tan menengadahkan paksa kepalamu. Kesunyianmu berubah menjadi kepedihan dan untuk pertamakalinya di depanku kau berteriak sejadinya.

Aku masih terus melangkah mendekatimu
Dan kau tak dapat melihatku.
Aku hanya bayangan buram di matamu.
Mungkin kau mengiraku sebagai salah satu dari mereka saat itu,
Karena yang kulihat selanjutnya adalah merah mata keris yang kuberikan padamu, kau tusukkan sendiri pada perutmu dan membuat merahnya makin gelap dengan darahmu.

Mereka semua, yang membunuh dan merampas, berlarian kala melihat sosokku mendekat. Kau tetap terkulai dengan rambut berantakan, gemetar dan kedua tanganmu berlumuran darah. Aku meletakkanmu di pangkuanku dan mendekapmu sembari menekankan tanganku pada perutmu untuk menghentikan darahmu.

Kesaktianku,
Kesaktianku tak ada artinya.
Kesaktianku hanya dapat mematikan.

Kau kembali dalam kesunyian setelah merapal namaku berulang kali dan terbata-bata berkata,
“Berhentilah beriman pada kehancuran dan kematian, gunakan kesaktianmu untuk kebajikan. Janganlah kau hidup dalam kesendirian dan kesengsaraan, Gandring.”
Dan sungguh kau telah kembali pada kesunyianmu.

Setelah itu tak ada lagi kesunyian tiap aku bertapa. Setelah itu tak ada sunyi pada sepi hidupku. Hatiku yang sempat membara laksana kobar api kembali padam dan mengeras sekeras leleh baja yang telah membeku. Aku tak dapat mempersembahkan apapun selain mata pisau setajam akhir cerita di mana kita tak kekal di dalamnya. Mata pisau yang akan membawa kemenangan tapi tidak atasmu. Mata pisau sejeli jarum yang menjahit dendam pada hati penggunanya.

Darah dan daging yang merah merekah tak akan mungkin menggantikan mawar, bukan? Dan kilau yang dipancarkan oleh keris ataupun tombak bukanlah ganti yang sesuai atas emas dan berlian. Maka tak akan pernah lagi aku belah dadaku dan kucabik-cabik hatiku karena luka sayat berpedih abulah yang akan menguar darinya, bukan cinta serta kasih yang dapat membelai kulitmu tanpa hasilkan borok bernanah.

Leleh baja akan terus mengalir dalam tubuhku, lalu membeku, hingga aku tak dapat lagi bergerak. Akan menjelma pisau dan dipotongnya diam-diam tubuhku dari dalam, akan dicabiknya segala kasih purbawiku padamu. Hingga ia tak lagi berbentuk dan mengeras dalam timbunan tanah yang merasuk melalui hitam kukuku. Dan timah serta mata pisau yang terlahir dari kedua tanganku, tak ada dari mereka yang akan peduli pada segala macam kesaktian di jagat raya ini.

Maka bila kelak aku bercermin pada ciptaanku, kesaktianku kusumpahi akan luruh seluruhnya.
Dan dengan itu, hidupku akan berakhir di liku keris yang kubentuk sebagaimana lelehan baja mematikan kasihku.


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“Empu, aku datang untuk mengambil keris yang aku pesan.”
“Arok, keris yang kau pesan masih jauh dari sempurna.”

Aku masih duduk bersila membelakangi pria muda yang mendatangiku, berusaha bertapa dan merapal mantra yang terukir pada pintu gubukku, sembari terus menggenggam keris yang dahulu pernah memasuki tubuhmu; merasakan hangatnya kedalamanmu.

Arok, menyambar kerismu dari tanganku,

“Empu tua bangka!”

Darahmu yang mengering pada keris itu
Bercampur dengan darahku.
Kita tidak pernah bersama dan hanya dapat bermimpi untuk bersama
Tapi kini darahku dan darahmu akhirnya dapat menyatu padu.
Aku tak perlu lagi hidup melampaui waktumu.


Januari, 2017

From the interstitial bile of the Profitis Ilias, was emanated the inaugural armour of the codes of Radius’s Eurhythmy. With it traces it typology of the three broken areas of energeia purple that will raise from bases it elementary of the contrafactum of melody of the Raedus. First with the paragraph’s of the Prophet Elias in the portion of the firstly 103 meters but awarding the contrafactum melodic same on the text of the Raedus Codex, that they will be rhythmic epigraphs of hallelujah and beginning of the Kirye. The polyphony will be an elevation of liturgy that will deliver doubly for the pipe that carries the prolific ascension to the face of the surface of the Profitis Ilias. Hypostasis Will be the substance, but of be to of way of the true unified to the all of the reality of the Áullos Kósmos.  To some 1, 7 years incessant light followed coming the Fourth Saeta of Zefian, to order the Áullos Kósmos with the ordination of the Go Auric that will conclude the retina that remains of the firmament and of his path like full earthly extra. The quota of prophecies will reside in the tectonics of the cliff and in fail them of the rocky mass, on the upper blocks from this outcrop from the inferior layers, from the start of the materials allochthonous on the hole of erosion, going in the Sibyls and the Prophet Elias until the 103 meters of the height.  

Codex I -Tectonic Nihil

The honor explains the Regressive Legend of this good piece of Meat Corpulent and Brain also, was born to write his astragals in his terminal syllable, whole and dying with the blood of Etruscans Steeds and Macedonics, each had golden piercing hanged internally in one of his six ******* paranasal, sealing the life of this blood caretaker Franciscan and swordsmiths extemporal so that with his last four molars yielded the light amalgamated Crystalline and overflowing in the gums of the lapse that soaks of blood the fields equestrian. In this codex Sibyl Pérsica would enter by the cylindrical vault, she advanced with a light secluded and stepped a snake, under the steeled hooves of Alikanto. She with his veil and oil lamp announced the arrival of the Messiah, here the awakening semblance invokes by the honor of his come, to Parents and the Mothers. The Souls of Trouvere appear beside Estratónice, Lochnith, and Wonthelimar.

It says Lochnith: The world abdicated the pontifical, have run the curtains so that enter the light, Moses here has to come with the true curtains that house the lunettes, the thrones of the Sibyls and Prophets that come us the miracles salvations that are born of his entelechy, for the one who is forbidden in the thousandth portion of the broadcast that break out like an affair signal, and testamentary of the Apocalypse to the Poielipsis in creation testament were live in the whispers of Emmanuel, in the verses burnished and oracular of Sibyl, daughter of Dárdano and Neso. With meager differences and matrices between Hellespont and Dardania, like Jerusalem and Bethlehem, and this last between the outstandingly in Eon Kareem, but in the corresponding bifurcation approximated to the baptistery. The Hexagonal Primogeniture will mandate the hardships of hexameters in front of the hectometers that will do evidence of the Escatón a third world is like a consistent reality, real that will carry us to the hope of a life satisfied and trained.  

Codex II - Tectonics Supra Lithosphere

Three white eagles’ headed flew by Tel Gomel, carrying blood in his claws twisted of spines turgid. They brought the vaticinator of double death predicted, with his double craze put and his double helmet that transmitter the rings of the putrid Tanat’s by the faces, and by his lips lackluster feeble in Him, Vernarth had sent them a missive with the Eagles in low flight; all they were dressed of the stink of the field of yellow fog and black battle, on the silty hooves of Beelzebub that heaved in the ones of Alikanto, they moan on the lymphoma of the size of a dream of six decades in his ridge crucible, that wheezed purges by his full snout of rests of lymph remaining in the interstitial of his teeth Burnished canine-alanos. His heart reconverted in armour red ad limitem with blue endocardial flourishing. When putting the twilight of the blowout lying of wind Eolionimi and Shamal, went breaking the vertical with the halter of his greedy steed to the spit helicoidal volatile mats in the catacombs of Markazí where residents of his lineage forge dwelt in abominations of the Lives that renacían victorious from the fire of cult to the city that houses his true Life and Soul in Sibylla Pérsica.

Singing of Wonthelimar: Already the veils have collected will carry the candles that wire the souls freed of Trouvere cries of prosperity expect us from the medrons that rebirth of the immanent presence of her same, to meters on the level of the lithosphere showed the Rings Ibics to the meeting of a tertiary matchmaker in the Saeta of Zefian,  and behold where interprets the law, the future gives us the pennant of justice insufficient of Light but there of the cavern that is born in the turns of the third world. It says Of Meturgeman or Rabí that break down the avatars of his advances, by ends off-center if they have to be the verticality of the Sibyllas with the mind of God. Like this we go topping by this axon of spiritual fatigue, centering in the nervous excessively that goes out of the body of consciousness of the cosmos, transmitting impulses of the same by Elías´s links, where the motor structure of the teacher and the testamentary of Leví, and Greek Aramaic Leví in Qumram subsisting to the big speed of how has to pass the Messiah priestly will interpret all the word of the Mashiaj in the Áullos Kósmos in his order motor and behold the Messiah  Priestly, and the patriarchs like Set, Enoch, and Isaac having the work of unraveling the illusions and mysteries of the cosmos of the same way that the angel interpreter the nocturnal visions in the apocalyptic relates of San John the Apostle.

Codex III -Tectonic Quartzite

The disloyal Ghosts came from 70 km of the Iranian city of Shiraz province of Fars, near the place where the river Pulwar ends in the Kur (Kyrus).  His construction and destruction would be provinces that will be subjected until the conquest of the Persian Empire subjected in October by Alexander the Great. Persépolis Remain turned into rooms of the Harem and in *** of magnet bizarro between massacred gods. The transitions of the porches in the sides are joined by angular towers in the Apadana of profane interlock. The two big doors remained opened in eternity groaning salts in interminable assets of predefinition and recharge in his abortive degree.

Here they were the comrades of Vernarth overwhelmed of preparations and attires in the lobs of Mars on his shoulders after oracles tempest of the burning sun in his heads.  Anahita; Goddess of the nature, pours the blessed waters of the nature that washed with morbid rains the bodies of the fallen in the ***** battles with the roosters of the Zoroaster, cutting the palanquin where are seated, and enraptured in polytheism with Ahura Mazda with a short difference like cloister and capota, ad carry to shoe the monarchic attires of Macedonia in front of his defeated realm by the subjugated constitution of golden blood of Alexander the Great and Vernarth tied to the Macedón or Zeus, fully Hellenic that ran vast both strides by muted seams of basaltic streets of paving stones, and obsidians between paradises of vintage and wind. The Sybilla Eritrea shows his veil not only collected but significantly knotted on the belly that alludes to the state of gravity of the ****** in Incarnation (scene of the Annunciation). The meters of ascension to see determinant the first 103 meters of climbing insinuate the appellatives of Erqia, Eriflam Herifle, and Riquea.

Singing of Estratónice: In the marble reside of white Apeiron of indeterminate infinite matter, exempt of quality and that finds in the eternal movement of the Eolionimi, that has to dwell in his belly a savior white from the Áullos Kósmos or paradise of Vernarth, the word will say that it rescues the life of the mortal the facets of the Katapausis would make amends the effluvia Hebrew in the ponderation of the mainstay of the virola that embraces the saeta of Zefian falling from the altitude. The biface solitude will trespass the rocky subsoil of the peak of the Profitis Ilias like this with tender meters that will cross the Fero of absorption of his Santity and Salvation of the Humanity.

Codex IV Tectonic Cenozoico

From Rodas, the geological temporary scale will contribute us the evolutionary frame of the rocky mantle, and superpositions in the happen of time. I register fossils of organisms that underlying in layers or endodermis of the prehistory of the Dodecanese. Vernarth After crossing the Helesponto transgressed his for psiquis parapsychological in the substitute Brook to Sudpichi like a weightless mantle of a Machi praying to the Kósmos Negechen by the rickty Rehue prophesying to him on his hands dismembered of bravery, of big assistance in 300 years of souls Nge-Nge Mapus deu in the raging nose that propelled the wrath; similar substitute with which trigger the knot, Champollion with some sphinx uncovering the allegories of Pandora from the Valleys of the Kings.

Singing of Sibila Líbica: The sparking plugs will inflame the Iridescent eyes of the Mashiaj flashed in the likely settlement mortuary of Alexander the Great in the oasis of Siwa: Oh My warm wind of Libya that flatters my chees, and my shoulders that groove in the light of the callous brain coexistence of Zeus. Singing by you my Didaskein; treating or teaching to the baffled herd that confuses the menages that were born to. B.C., not having a reminiscence of Irradiation in the mastery of the continuous-time of not contravening of ignorance, but yes to find him agreed and effulgent!    

Codex V Tectonic Brisehal  

By the desolate empty Dasht-and-Lut, Brisehal a huge shady of structure is moved him when is covered until all half orient, even disobeying to his parents; beings in uncrowded places of contemplation that were surfacing of his big mountain of the delighted desert overflowed the lemurs strolling alone as wanting to take off the last spark of politics that remained them for surrendering in his own banishment encountered. Brisehal Was an eminent mount with a head of the can similar to Anubis, but million times of the size upwards and with a clorhídricbreath, like a perspective of the congregation to go into the garden-realm of The Skies and in his laps. Before shivering the day with the movement of his shuddered step, Brisehal was two years moving day and night in the surface that did alluring of lux Solaris.  Brisehal In this fifth codex liquefied in the black layer of the tunnels of wind that hide by Dash-and-Lut, until the sensory layer of Dasht-and-Kavir, attracting by the tunnel of the grotto of 308 meters of height of Patmos intra geological, all the sculptures and images of the cusps did near to the 103 meters of initial altitude in this vertical underground in attachment with the parallel that retracted in cubic tones drilling the doloninas or geological depressions in the extensive of Lut for a giant that is born of the wails and lacerations of Vernarth when it was tutored by saetas in the middle of the field of Gaugamela, even moving to Maceo. When they moved noisily the dolines, lower mountains conceived deduced with the greater effect of his swivels nerves were immense thunderclaps that even reflected until the spheroids nimbus reddened by the riot of Dasht-and-Kavir. It turned off left to right pretending exile the Desert of Lut tubed in pro generation by both do of optical rope or fibers in high energy density, and that it could cohabit beside Vernarth disabling in the odyssey of the Horcondising (Paradise of the lineage of Vernarth to Gaugamela).

Singing of Brisehal: The veil that receives the indifference, has knotted in the abdomen hatched of the earth, and of the dolonina that protected me of the folio that barter what there was or of will have to become. The Gesta of all those that suffer from foot and rely on, have three abortive routines in his gravidity of a white relative, that did to shelter me in the love to my gentleman Vernarth. Sibila Eritrea neither in Greeks nor Latins has to sortear the breviaries of the maximum pontifex that speaks while dozing of anilines nights where anybody perishes awake in his epítome?

Sibilino By the Saudi, from the vórtice direct the gulfs that hide from where rebirth like choruses of Esquilo, behind the springs of Agamemnon in where Clytemnestra opens plains that do to run the Shamal by his dry disposition of dew, but humid of the sap of Eritrea faces in springs subtropical that tears dry of the tough body fallen in tears that will not hear by the tenacious hemp?

To the-Haffar, the third party is with saetas in his thigs, arms and pectoral, where the star does open shining for the one who dies by her in the first lightning of the night Thurayya, with violent embraces to receive to the one who from a codex receives the fifth bowl for violent winds of fishermen that resolved of the wind in a fine dust of the cleft hands of Aldebarán, peepholes of bilges of ogres that are born hell to die as pious in arms of Sybilla Eritrea, and in prologues of Brisehal with so many meters of wingspan, nevertheless that of any rye in the greater degree that have to ceremoniously in perks of a revived Sybilla Líbica.      


Codex VI - Strigoi Asthenosphere

In the spring of 331 b. C., Alexander the Great left Egypt returning to the port of Shot, where was his fleet. Of there it headed to Antioquía, crossing the valley of the river Orontes, and arrived at the River Éufrates to the height of Tapsaco, were founded the city of Nicéforo so that it was a strong square and tank of the supplies of the army, Here it was learned that Darius was found in Arbelas as he was crossing the Tigris, and heading north along the eastern bank of the river. The Sybilla Cumana found in the height 97 of the tunnel of wind when auscultating these waves very near of the dolonines, in avidity of the Pythia Délfica with divinatory proselytes that visited the folds of his attire, in places of his divinatory crowd cerebral. His relativity Cumana waste of energy of the Mausoleum, prophesying life for all in the passion of the life together with the abandoned bodies by the souls of the Devotio Roman, and in the poverty of the soul that drains scared by not remaining desolate between half of the parchment of Lilith, and in the offering of the Strigoi by breaches of troubling visions in the darkness of the cavern of Chauvet, when sacrificing competitive emotions of the Votum maléfico of Lilith.  Only one can exist like an inviolable part of the tradition of the chastest Wonthelimar, attempting the Xiphos with human chamois in tectonic offering and frizzing the altitude 103 of the tunnel of wind of the Strigoi.    

Vlad Strigoi Sings: Mardiath, noble and loyal hussar of the sea of Vernarth, Boss of the fleets of the Gulf, came by the cover when giving the turn by the bauprés, sees collected and hit by ropes in parasitosis that shined like a stray in the oars of the gods, and pleading that felt in the whistling of the wind. It approaches and it descends by dark sheds stairs with direction to the piston of water, who heresy in the ship Vladiana is quarreling when I training me in writing when saying who love the one who I am not, alone receipt phlegmons multitudinous Saecula Saeculorum, not hitting any foundation to confess me. They say not knowing that reveal due to the fact that it is not content that compares to the one who does not have Age, Life either Compassion that only has to communicate me like messenger Strigoi! Now I know that anybody will sing my thoughts, there is not ink that dares to spread a comparable quill that resists my word of ammonium Strigoi, usurped of a shipping Ballinger to some Flemish pirates, seconded to the side by a barge of Panescalm, that threw to 64 one thousand bodies massacred of the Bubonic Plague. Mardiath, get out of the Ballinger and leaves his sword to Vlad beside a geographic table to rediscover a destination in some doncella that could attend his disorders, more than ganglion suppuration in prostration. It traces back the course to shot to find with Vernarth and his minions to direct finally to the braves fields of Gaugamela and the Prehensile Ctónicos who revered to the gods or telluric spirits in the tectonic infra world by opposition to celestial deities, appearing in the tubular ascension of the warm wind that topped the consecration of my roman arteries, and all those that were up expecting them. The oblations of light lit the particles of the woodworm that suspended expelling those that magnetized the fosca matter. The unconnected syntax did periodically in the words of Strigoi from the Capite Velato or head watched from the Ballinger Strigoi that attained relocate. In double increase of sap did it minor to resist his life and his closure lying minimum in front of Wonthelimar, and Mardiath that satisfied him of the company in the eyebolt that sustains the road in his sullen life.

It sings Mardiath: The troops of Vernarth would split from Shot were found his fleet that came from Sudpichi from the Empire of the Horcondising. It explains the legend that in the heights of the Gulf when his army goes sailing, break out on his squares a mysterious tempest of hot airs of Ormuz to the height  665 in miles of Um Kasar, had found pertinent shipping of current Romania. when spotting them and take part inside this frigid ship at all there was, only crunches of topmasts and his sail greater that was spurring and presenting fenced curtains that came from of Sighisoara/Transilvania; where the alike Vlad Tepes stated seated behind a chamber of captaincy writing in his buffet. Each true interval took out a handkerchief to dry his ****** nose, like a pinch of gelatinous darky ink and sullied. It sings Isaías: The presence in the versed and corresponding folio, does relative the prophecy of Emmanuel been born of a ****** that associates to similar prophecy Virgiliana of the Cumana justifying his prophetic symbolism and beholds the caution that blackens skies where the light retracted, thousands are chained during the annunciation of a thousandth abyss like the fateful Strigoi only troubled pastures will have to transplant rebellions, that dying slept for the winnow of the ideal of incipient spiritual ******* dressed of execration. It has trigged the conflagration of the heart that resists the death and that is in decline several times in the conditions awaited by the apostates when denying of the water that does not do them Optimus and does elliptical the radius of obedience in the heart Vernarthiano satisfied of granules of Physconia grumose, whose frequency they become encysted in bodies of traitors reigns and of fungus lineages. The reign of the saints will judge plurality in the thrones with devastation in fatuous beatifications in Pérgamo, already admonished by me.    

Codex VII - Báculo of Sheesham  

Vernarth it calms lying down on the bunks of the fire of Sheesham. Beam and Incense with ultra olfactory and sensory powers, delineating the elementary and phenomenal cores housing and adapting híper connectivity with probity Hinduist the akasha executed the essential foundation in all the things of material cosmovision; the first palpable material element and concrete was created by the god Brahmá (air, fire, water, earth are the others). Did it treat one of the classical elements of Hinduism, pañcha-majá-bhuta or? Five big elements; His main characteristic is the sabda (sound). In sanscrit, this word means "space. It is the physical and eternal substance Akasha, of the ether that flows by the Akasha-Nautas and by Vernarth in each regression parasicológica. Vernarth Takes of a báculo called Key of Sheesham purchased it once anxious for delivering it to his beloved Toscana in the Cathedral St. Mary dei Fiori, in one of his Regressives Lives. They expected it astonished by the tyrannized impulsiveness of the noble in Florencia, of which once again came delayed of the tillage of the barley and of the god’s fatuous next to the Porcellino. It expected long hours until it went out his beloved Maddalena of the Eucharistic ceremonial, while the carried in his right hand his crosier, and in the left a rectangular box sizeable for his hand, inside carried essences of the potpourri of lavender and vellorita, a ring with a stone of amethyst coated by a concave skittle of gold, in the outline supra circulate carried medieval ornaments of silver of Etruria of the Party of the past barley. In front of this acquiescence Sybilla Samiense, followed carrying the clairvoyance where the prophet Isaías there was untied the conflagration of the heart that resists the death and that is in decline several times in the form today from Kafersesuh in Ein Karem, opens the stamp of residing in the cradle where María poses beside his son, already being part of the lithosphere of Getsemaní and of Vernarth in the heart of Maddalena.

Phylogeny in Getsemaní: The **** erectus crossed with multiple pieces of evidence of beings pro-evolutionary-adaptative, Neanderthal/HomoSapiens. Children of Israel wrote parables, epistles, verses, histories, and books, his vocal tract and phonetic spoke of tempest and environmental factors between sky and earth, of the big noise out of us, but little silence in us. The elementary is larynx that only pronounces the image that reports concepts evocative minimal of the sound in distinct placings of the melisma in mega sound. Speaking us how the language varies according to the history, and the half civic-climatic instructing us to his threshold and descendants when giving off by the effusions aerial of the language in assiduous levels tracheo-laryngeal. Earning authoritatively the intervals of vocalization, and relation of the junction with the agriculture and all his dimension descending by his internal walls, but going up by parietal overexcites out of her same.

Of the little air that remains to the world, to follow digesting temporarily assumes leaving flow his extra-air that possessed this in particles mechanically inert, and no in sanctified prophecies with miracles inferences and Inherence that Innova factótum, in the súper existence of which even do not perish by the hand of a monarchic mandate. Like this, the world swallows air in halves suffocating and contaminated whole, whereas others redistribute it for the one who needs to seat at the table to collect the Bread and share it with the other half.  Here it echoes the echo of body Christic, that in Aramaic syndicate much more than a language in his blood, grapheme and phonemes of stylistic in vibratory shock further of his deep stretch reverberating with the grace of his billed divine. Joshua swallows spikes and leaves simultaneously having us in his arms like children of olive-nursling, risk a sheep in his arms giving us lactate hydro-milk of the sustain of a verb creator. Fact strict to preserve the Aramaic and no stray with turning the turns of the leaves in the history, the Aramaic has to incorporate for the times that Joshua grazes us after more than two thousand years even. The one who is walking of one side to another to say us that it still is here, only comfort suggest your walk plagiarized with his larynx the sound of his expression the sheep is mammalian but mammalian that the man as his billed formulates bleats always reflected in the base of his skull for the rest of his children like biblical language, under all the rainbows of Querubines bawling beside boys surrounding them in identical intention! **** habilis, **** Sanctus in a process that possesses Orthodox bases and peripheral anatomical capacity, a linguistic Pythagorean shortcut of the dalliance and sternum when confusing it between yes, not altering his structural complexity neither functional. Of the potential of the Lepidoptera and winged insects, will arise the phenotype that will relate and relativize the mechanical aramea or Aramaic method for no stray the divine tongue, as well as it also is sublime the laryngitic torque of the one who possesses blood and body Aramaic, as his mechanized mystic devours the minimum words with the maximum in an all of the ranges of cacophonies and of prototyped field, they see to my field here spoke the spikes and the insects more than the own mechanical potential of your Voice.

The tunnel of wind filled with Lepidópteras that flew rising in shape helicoidal, everything sensitized with the imminent advent of the saeta magnánima of Zefian that came crossing the perihelion from the high Áullos Kósmos, dialécticamente with abundance credibility in the interior of the geological tunnel of the Profitis Ilias, list to the turgent of lactation doctoral theological. Timoratas And long justices rounded in those who were even exhausted, entre ajar the colophon of the days that began with the identification of the báculo Sheesham, appointing regent of tribulations that drains by his length of trip, to the basality static focusing idiosyncrasies and interests of the Prophet Elías that it received them in the height 103 with passages of Corintios that the saints go to help in the administration of the saints millenials. His capacity will not have the limits of his previous earthly life?  


Codex VIII - Ultramundis Alikantus

Alikantus Archetype of his a short astral trip three days that topped in Gaugamela...! Bulle In hides and discomfort after lightening his igneous hooves by slippery Lerapetras of Lasithi in stepped that seemed to be the same inflows of committed that brought Kanti of Creta, that pyrographed the floor Traciano before arriving at the request of his address. It resorts to Medea, before arriving at Tracia after errate by distinct places in search of protection and councils to protect to his master Vernarth, while it subjected to the last libations opiáceas of vivid liliáceas and angiosperms encapsulated in his pectoral right in the anonymous of Alikanto, asking him to Medea a potion to be able to supply him to his master and reduce inflammation his pectoral for like this can use his armour Áspis Koilé in the fight, as they subtracted three days for the duel. Medea Arrived at the city of Athens on a tempestuous day with a gray dantesco Fusco on the palm of the cliff escaping previously near Abdera, in which the orient proceeded to evacuate sooty plectrums to the sunset. Medea While it looked to the sky, took a piece of anthracite of feldspar to create javelins of aluminum that would have to carry Alikanto to his return, beside the potions for deflating his pectoral infected. It painted the sky with grey lines plotted and lodged later in his wry loop,  sighting from the infinite signals that came joining up in a ray of an alloy whose semblance seemed to be a king, it was Egeo, that not only offered him hospitality but it would link with Medea with the hope that his sorceries allowed him to conceive a son in spite of the advanced of his age. The sorceress fulfilled his expectations by having a son to call Medo. When Teseo, the secret son of Egeo, arrived in Athens had to that his father recognized it like heir Medea took it as a threat to the future of his son and tried to poison it. But Teseo discovered it, accusing it to commit horrible crimes and witchcraft, Medea had to escape again. This crusade had the assistance of Alikantus that transported it flying from Abdera, not to be captured and can supplement the potions that had requested him Alikantus, also with javelins that had to carry to Vernarth to escort him off the splendorous insult. The convulsed Sybilla Cimera customized the symbols of the ceremonial willing forging classical gestures of prodigality, and that at all less was a cornucopia given to zephyrs of the Ultramundis, that revolutionized the boss around that shuddered in the pickets of the dermis rocky that dressed the walls of the final tubule of 103 meters. The channel located referred inclinations of Likantus that harassed, and customize the final discretion of Teseo to finish with the folio of Egeo downward breaking the sentence of his son, and evading it of his stepmother. In this colisseo rooted Teseo beside his mother Etra that did not reveal him the name of his father until it fulfilled sixteen years. Arrived at this age, Teseo could raise the stone, shoe in the sandals and the sword of his father, and initiate his trip to Athens to be recognized like a son of the king. From this obviously Vernarth in the film of Gaugamela dressed him in the sandals Persikaia that did of him the one who never was, and if it died would carry them settled until the altar of the comedies in the Tristanía, where all that surrealist exceeds the loquacity narrow of reality, more than at all in racked muses in forced symptomatology of paranoia or of a heroine Sybilla, that mediated with the Arms of Christi in the iconology of the Codex Raedus.

Vernarth Seated in the edge of the Ultramundis, and broke in front of the cosmos and the solitude that hid all the beings that floated in the ditch that he collected in his moaning, in such judge that it rejected all the creations when feeling his wails, where the demons looked him from the darkness that fragile hastened his Magro occipital, attacking him in front of Medea evading the Satanic circumscription to contravene it the agreed with Egeo. The perjures reigned in the doubts of tragedy favored of Komedia parading in victorious procession, and singing triumphs of duality paranoic tragic, enthroned in the martyrs of tribulation, and in the seeds of the one who does not cease Tragediopathic Ubis, and in facts that speak of the hunger of solitude in all man plunged of the Ultramundis, as only dimensional of the one who burns in his doubts and of Anastasia frustrated. Vernarth Saysekáthisan and the Duoverso in consequence of the Universe seated to dry his tears then Vernarth received from the darkness of the Ultramundis a golden light of steeds Hippeis with an aura of Tesalia, where the krima or criminality become in three chambers threaten from Maceo to the confrontable in the half-hour of Arbela. Vernarth compress desisting the essays of procrastination reconstructing bodies’ severed here more than going isolating of his own souls and sins, with Hebrew souls of root Néfesh that took spooky in capsizing of decapitation of the one who lives exponentiating in the solitude of the Ultramundis. Inexorably the infra earthly holiness of the surrealism exceeds any verse, if it is that it was Lazarus here in the tunnel of wind the one who raises in front of Vernarth embracing him,  and playing it cool the greek of Likantus to fulfill him his mission.


Codex IX Ultramundis Phalanx
            
The labaros of the Phalanx saw from Asia some of the faithful groups of Alexander the Great. They appeared like ursids and Amphibians that came by the near step from Gorgan. "The Red Snake" was a defensive construction from here come the palfreys of Alikanto, preview with big camerades of animals for the body adhered to the cavalry of Alexander the Big. This incredible barbican begins on the coast of the Caspio, north of Gonbade Kavous, and continues to the northwest and disappears in the mountains of Pishkamar. They continued on the buttresses beside Bears and Leviathanes, they formed part of the totemic dreams, that taenia Vernarth when it assumed hallucinations doped by regressive turn by hieratic spaces to the slip away in hardships and incorporate in connection with animal pets in rhythms and waltzes of the applause of his atabales. Alikantus came speedy flying almost without detaining and without distracting when he brought the poisons and instruments of the armory of the panoply. He came Already had for the hours that came to fill out details before taking the game besides the Heavy infantry, Light, and Thessalonians. Inside the most elementary of his mission, he was to do the protocol of the potion, broadcast the preaching beside the Lumberjack, and distribute the javelins to the Hetairoi of Vernarth.

When anchoring the cerulean hoofs of the fire unknown of the Gods, attains to discern as to Vernarth took him out of the back of an Elephant attacker was besides accompanied by the cunning guard dog of Alexander called Péritas, that insinuated him start and raise with windstorms in warlike stratagems. Vernarth Came of his last session frugal Opiácea, for institute vegetal nervous lianas that commonly remained with some of them, and remained cut off in his cephalic vein and jugular stalking his ******, that always spreads in laurels of Cocoon, and by averages of intríngulis that had to gobble up by some days. It would follow daily being joined to the infinite that saw him be born, like the most magnificent Commander of Alexander the Great neither imagined nor collated! The wall Gorgan possessed a length of at least 200 kilometers upper to any one of the Roman walls that outlined in archeology like works of bastion. It was exhausting to exceed it and take a course with beasts since they were upset when being near Tel Gomel to the present that they were approaching the mulch of Vernarth; due to the fact that they were his very adored pets besides the Crocodiles Tupak. The Alazanes were prescribed by a watchdog of the wall of Gorgan being of the Persian army that was seduced by the bears to combat beside Vernarth.

Next to the Bumodos, already saw Vernarth play with his pets, Bears, Crocodiles, and the can of Alejandro Magnus. Further submissively approached shoring his frozen neck, Alikanto or Alikantus preceded with donations and drugs for his master brought of the sleight phalanges by Medea. Vernarth was appreciated and almost emancipated of the branch mowing and the strains venal that populated mostly in his pectoral and both full arms of smelly tattoos that had colonized him. Almost when getting dark on burgeoning them and fluffs of Zeus then begin to arrive the phalanges of Vernarth. The Phalanx of Macedonia was the training of infantry created and used by Filipo II, and later by his son Alexander the Great in the conquest of the Persian Empire. The phalange Macedonia arose, in fact, like the answer in front of holistic modifications and tactical Hellenistic of Theban strategists, Epaminondas and Pelópidas of strengths of earth that deployed at the beginning of the 4th century B.C. For opposition to the superiority, although it already was decadent in training hoplític spartan, that had exerted in the terrestrial fights between the polis Greek until that dates.

The Sybilla European carried a Gladius in his hand but exchanged it with the Xiphos in alternation by the death of innocent entrusted by Herodes the Big, and of the escape of the Holy family to Egypt. This confirms the liturgical grouping of the Triduo Pascual; the alluding passion of Christ and perpetrating the typical dolorism of the Devotio to his death, and triumph to his resurrection. The transposed of surrealism transports to San Juan digging in all the layers and hordes of the Faith, his componential of tribulación that moved in the Egyptian and Greek cartography, moving the triangular areas of the Phalanx, that moved en geometrical block reaching the edges of the hypotenuse gradient and of the tunnel of wind that elevated them cornering to the beast that visited them pretending to be feeble and imprecise.

The dolines collapsed in myriads substances in suspension, while the two swords Gladius and Xiphos were satisfied with blood Greco-roman. Here vegetated the verb of Elías in the corporal resurrection with similarity of triangular body Lazarinus that saw dragging by the power of tow of the ionic Phalanx in his stuck. They were Beings Equis that abstracted in a start of the Be X in his contrary algebraic; an incógnita or something that could take any quantity in other words something unknown, so that the algorithmic links and cater corporeality resuscitator in Lazarus of Betania inside his angles of Holy Geometry. The winds of swing presented viviparous in future observances of visions and perplexity of consciousness, governing fiscality that does resurrect in rabbinic worlds from the highest occupying thrones in the bracket, but of thrice ignoring the belief by means of greater incredulities that the direct truth and more brief. Elías is attracted by the Cinnabar that ponders in an apocalyptic mosaic, in the chamber Esdras, at the end of the mundane reign dissolved and that dies in the same Messiah. Satanás Does not tire to attack the credibility of the Phalanx in manifolds of dispensationalism, perhaps being strongly attached to Carmelo and of the unloyal that never revive in his same bodies unconverted.    


Codex X Ultramundis Lepanto  

Of Lepanto appeared exhausted the Armis Christi with burned eyes volatilized in stratospheres that received them Belligerent. Cual if they went alien castes settled in inflexible breath, refloating from his clámide in fuss and idiosyncrasy. They arrived cracking the pristine stretches from Tel Gómel when they arrived it charges it a military strategist asking him clemency to extend.

Falangist: With the crest in my hands and the Dorus on my clámide from the floor said; each disposal that tried in the double edges of my sword that dent. The upper leaf Sansevieria nominated me to a Hebraic past and to a medieval future, it was the Sword of Saint Jorge, notifying that my family in Kalidona was under a state paradoxical, given to my two greater children that were quoted to the service of the militia. The second inferior edge of my Xiphos and the Sansevieria bent me ruin in front of the prosopopoeia to the entrance with discouraged to defray the sclerosis of my soul follows exploding, surpassing and impelling to my wife in spars of easy undress. I know that my descendants remained buried under the effect of mortal meeting in the catharsis of Pompeii, the future of Saint George that patented! All emigrated and will escape afterward to remain desolated, and attain to return the inopportune comrades to the reintegrate in the verbena of St Mary in Athens, the Saint Patron saint comforted me and prepared my resist of such bad numerary so that someday left to fall my seeds in the wisdom of archangels peasants with sacral devotional fruits. I sighed and I groaned rubbing in my animals! my empties eyes day and night were mesmerized to the ethereally magnetized. They did it beside me, with the singularity of not to affect me, they went by little booklet near to moan not to see them demagnetized by some fatalistic effects and consummatory.

Etréstles moved by the tribulations of the Child of the Falange, bent imposing non-existence afterward that his words involved the exhortation to Hera by his benevolence consummatory to be able to reside beside her. Like this, they would remain immune to progressive lives under the influence of sharp primary stew and secondary in arms of the phalanx. Shinings the eyes of Hera when the spirit of the Falangist is entering to her were not vanities but if the advent of the vanity in ínfulas to the Acrópolis is carrying it to her.  

Sibila Tiburtina sustains it gathering him in his arms saying him: You will receive the heat that you will imprison in the house of the great priest, a scene that will be represented in Prócoro in the neutral corresponding folio. Events and expletives will be of the past, no longer allocated him neither he annoyed. The Arms Christi again swirling with the Souls of Trouvere in last irascible chinks of the winds Eolonimi in the holístic of all the winds that appointed to Vernarth. "They did not go back to live your children heard a Macedonio military", The physical resurrection of the unconverted take place after the tree of Mars when they free to the innocent fallen in the belief versicular that divides the ray with his half where any minute will be able to hit it. The passages of the tunnel of wind are the wasteland that dies revived by the *** cutting overflowing fibrils of vitality from the high for overflow it downwards for those who even expect amazing miracles, walking beside the alive with hypocoristic triviality reborn in his same blood that was spilled. Everything famous goes walking with pennants that raise of his own sepulcre, cutting lower capillaries of the impetuous rising of his pale cheeks, where the scepter Greco-tridentate will be a forbearance of the one who frees and purposeful escape of the tree of Mars. Now lie down beside your children and will be between the hazels and Eolonimis doing revived of the Tágmati or order of succession of the Polis like the unit of elite tribulating the final stretches of the straight of the Ultramundis to the fries the 103 meters glorified.

Etréstles during the millennium of the Satagenesis and Deidagenesis beside the Heosphoros and the Uomo of Valplacci they prostrated to Lucifer in front of Etréstles (Koumeterium Messolonghi, Cap. 45 - Palibrio USE), reflowing and emulating wars of the Peloponeso, is being east a garrison of the general of the Athenian fleet in western Greece. The mentor floats were directed by the admiral Formión that defeated all the Lacedemonios in Naupacto. When they approximated to the province of Nafpaktia, of the Nomo of Aitoloakarnania confined followed the indivises and weightless musks disseminated, disintegrating immortal souls with the damage of the break exhaled that is extinguished in his offering. It is as well as it could cause some aversion not to be condemned to the Hadic infra world, to Tee castes of gods and semi-gods with Sansevierias in green leaves, and clover that chained to the freedom of the furious gases of Xenon and Lithium, slipping away by drainages and spaces where any sword neither launches will cross the atmosphere of Gaugamela-Macedónica, only Vernarth here was hádic and will have to pipe by the untouched pavilions of the spotless backsstore with heroic lineage. Any curly tease or flagrant will slice sanctified carnosities purchased in quoted sessions in the manacled of the Bumodos with the drugs and the potions of Medea.

Codex XI - Ultramundis Raeder      

From Patmos saw come hundreds of hanged boys of the stringers of the pelican blue of the Dodecanese. Raeder cames Hanged with both hands on the rings of iron plating of jasper; from the Greek "iaspis", that means "stone marked". Raeder found it in sharp hydrothermal, in volcanic rocks, and in sedimentary rocks in the surroundings. With four palmate fingers that shod in the hoops of amethyst for the owners of the house that celebrated the actions of thank you, and the celebration of the guidelines of Saint John that sent them transported in his peak golden shoe. Generally, they were more than five thousand those that transited by the regions, they swallowed canonized water of the sea Jonico with the big advantage to reproduce saltwater seas in freshwater to drink. They carried them to each house to fill his vessels and also in periods of seed, irrigated his tillage in summery periods where scarce, with his brown golden plumages raffle the fields of olives and of the ***** vineyards of the Goddess Afrodita. With his whites plumages, they spray the tillage of barley with vinegar and recently wheat fields fished of the legs of Petrobus, his pelican of the dreams! From here they were born all the recipes by all the regions when it depressed them the Bread without firewood and tares. Patmos has recorded in the stringers of the pelican planning every day and go looking for houses where arrive to carry them the Gospel. To all the boys like Raeder accompanied him other blessed, to carry the good news to families that seated expected near in denouements of his social limits when they expected them by the afternoons with the action of gratitude. They ate by the afternoons to expect the boys to taste them Tzatziki; Sauce of yogurt with cucumber and candy with drinks of poppies and honey, they received them in chambers near his gynoecium and right there exchanged the gifts that brought of the Grotto of the Evangelist in Patmos. The boys from the same moment in that the future mother knew or suspected that it was pregnant, attended speedy so that the distribution did not have problems considered them a divine gift,  the only children to the firstborn or those that were born of greater parents, was the privilege of these primogenitures. Reckless renowned and quotations that appear in the Apocalypse of John, in whose introduction says that the author was banished to Patmos, where had his meeting with Jesus in the called Grotto of the Apocalypse that originated everything.

The grotto or foundation of sapphire, was just to the addition of the empty that levitated from the walls of the grotto were molecules with mass hyperactive, delivering him tracks to Raeder near to the Jasper, calcedonia, emerald, sardónica, sardio, crisolito, berilo, topacio, and crisoprasa, but he magnetized with the Iaspis of the genealogy of Kalymnos that revealed him the wave vibrational on the Jasper,  the Arms Christi of Saint John in Apocalypse 21, of verse 19, says there: "The foundations of the wall of the city all lovely stone the first foundation jasper; in the paráfrasis predicted that the foundations of the Megarón will be most of these materials, but regularly of Iaspis of Raeder.

Sibila Gets flu carries the relative scourges to the scene of Flagellation in the praetorium here filigrees hematíes ran by exvotos simulating blood from the celestial, representing the corresponding straight folio. The natural laws of the Parables Iaspias do the alchemy with noble minerals immanent and hypocoristic in the cavern that revealed all this grace to Raeder for the propaedeutic of the Mashiaj when centralizing here the spacetime that said that God has similarity to the Iaspis, as its bed of condensed gold in the expiration and metalization of the cosmic essence. The similarity did that all the walls of the vault or tunnel of the Profitis Ilias governed of Jasper and Cornelian, being this last of blue greens eyes of Raeder glittering in his iris, and in the curvature of mass that did apressed in the interior of the tunnel of wind that also expanded, doing rubíes and sharpnesses of her same. The visibility of the Universe still did hyper brilliant on the inlet of Patmos, for this Petrobus his Pelicano blue topped surrounded in the arch superciliary of Apollo, to train similarity of the metals like his neighbor metalloid.

Isaías says 28:16: "Therefore, Iahveh the Gentleman says like this; Love and behold that I have put in Sion by the foundation a stone, stone tested, we look by where it begins, a stone, but first tested then angular, then lovely of stable foundation; the one who believed. From this situation the Iaspis and Sardio in the mountain of Sion the throne of the Gentleman that accompanied to Raeder and to the lamb flashing beside his idols Petrobus. They did angulars to all the stones some powdered finally and all pyramided by the dolines, in the exquisiteness of the son that presented in the cavern of the most refractory way for irradiate light that warned to Raeder to go by his progenitors. The glory of Raeder did of the glow to garrison enhanced in voices of boys by all Patmos, speaking that his parents were similar lovely stones to the Iaspis.    


Codex XII - Ultramundis Duodecim Evangelii

The twine of the Rainbow did to mutate the labaros in each color disseminated, already descends a peripeteia in the chromatic Era and niveous, discoloring in the Antiphony of entrance that says: I will give you shepherds according to my heart that grazes you in consciousness and experience. Oh God, that have aroused in the Church to Saint Joseph, Mariah, and his Rabí, wise priest, to proclaim the universal vocation to the holiness of the Duodecim Evangelii, grant us his intercesión and example, in the exercise of the ordinary debit having us to our Messiah, and serve with fervent passion in the work Redentive by our Gentleman Jesus Christ.

This big event exerts from the chasm of the Apocalypse, where daily inhabitants bound handwritten and ancient treasures  Sakkelion-Sakellarios. They upset conforming a new resolution in his scriptorium in the Byzantine period they administered alms and tributes, Curiously related with Zaqueo appearing in the new verses from Lucas´s Gospel, 19 1-10, when Jesus Christ goes in Jericho. It was a publican, boss of collectors, and very rich. The collectors worked for the Romans and besides asking for more money the Romans demanded doing this rich way easily, by what was doubly hated. Zaqueo was low in height and for this reason, when Jesus went in in the city of Jericho, all the world banked to see it and he remained backward and did not arrive to see it. Then it advanced and it went up to a species of the fig tree, a sycamore (Ficus sycomorus) since it went to happen in front of her. When Jesús arrived at that place, said him: Zaqueo goes down prompt; because it suits that today it remains me in your house. In front of this, the village muttered that it went to the lodge home of a sinner. Zaqueo retorts that it will give to the poor half of what has, and if it defrauded to somebody previously will give him the quadruple. Jesús answers that salvation has arrived at his house because he also is the son of Abraham. From this antiphony arises the Twelfth Evangelii, which arises in a file that celebrates the haughty morals of tributes that have to motivate by tribal crowds of Gaugamela for the presence of God, by what want his will and No!

The tessitura of the wind tunnel transfigured the next height of 103, after the blonde grace of Abraham murmuring his tent to generate height over Israel and Jacob. The dolines of aspersion evaporated the matter that transfigured in celestial plasma with ranks of metric coercive, of what that up to is down and vice versa for the hemispheres of the Sefirot, and for the Shemot or name of the start of the origin transfiguring in would idolise of Creation in the Universe-Duoverso. From all the corners will split to give reading to this big incident no easy to read, and listen neither less feel in his once become vibrations by the immortality of the events memorials of the history like regent conveyor of the meeting of all the frivolous voices that sin of ignorance, and those that know by ensuing ebullient. That they will be quadrupled the parchments to the fighters that finalize alive or died in Gaugamela, each one carrying in his hands one of them bled. All the crosses relations of the ancient society, infuse parallel of sustainability of Faith by means of the generosity, almost transferred of an essential charisma praised of the esoteric core of the Same dogma, confusing on the way that it has to transport it without having consciousness of the destination that will carry it, and comes badly from the limen of the doubt from the beginning. Since a king, impious Manases was imprisoned and exiled, designated king impío, convivió in the depths of the heat of the Averno. For the modern Christians, Manases is an icon of the Divine pardon, of where arises the traditional pray socrative of Manasés from the jaculatory of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, since after being one of the kings more bloodthirsty and pagan of the Jewish, forgave him and even was buried in the city of David, pantheon only reserved for the faithful kings with what deduces that God forgave it entirely.

The Sybilla Délfica carries the crown of spines of the Coronation of Jesús become equally in the praetorium, and as in previous cases to the scene that represents in the neutral corresponding. In the triade Eritrea, rather Herófila, if caste and clairvoyant Délfica and apologetic, his vernacular artery did it native of Marpeso, Trojan Tróade, as in fantasies to be a daughter of a Nymph and Shepherd. It chose it did him escort for the Duodecim Evangelii, from Samos this robbing to Patmos in the foundation of the Megarón with the same polygonal of the Chapel Sixtina in the quattrocento, where Vernarth had assistance in Regression parapsychological of the Quattrocento Duodecim Evangelii, announcing that the Vernolatría serious part of his Apologetic life inspiring prophecies with the Parables Iaspis, extolling erudition after the grave that was in the forest of Apollo Esminteo, returning to his origins to a sinkhole in the Córico mountain.          

Codex XIII - Nix in the Tenebrousness

All the demarcations derived to witness Bastos and impolitic utensils of the undivided Gaugamela. Three days before that the Falangists protested to Vernarth for when they were clouded by the Ekadashi. They fasted three days before and delivered to the visas of Zeus, graduating fulgid movements in his lunar seals eleven days before. It is the penultimate stair; already remained hours to walk by the woodworm that shook the heels of the Phalanges, all the accouterments and animals were conferred to the mysticism of essence and to his disputable worshipper. Now in the boundary circle of the heritages of Gaugamela, Darío came from afterward to move the Tigris, organizing his troops and his harem. The Macedonians had an army that added 7.000 riders and 40.000 children. The heavy cavalry of the elite of Alexander was the Hetairoi and was formed by the nobility of Macedonia, that accompanied Alexander in this battle and went the decisive factor in the faction, Vernarth commanded more than 40 one thousand children, saving narrow relation with the Hetairoi with his arms twinned of divine caste, and the Hoplites Greek that took part to cover the rear of the phalanx, that Vernarth defrays from the more furtive boundary of his doctrine in this mobile taint with thousands of Macedonians singing institutional quarrelsome poetry. From the Dodecanese, Kalidona and all the central Greek archipelagos came to surrender the figure of Vernarth, accompanied by Etréstles of Kalavrita, big hero and defender beside Markos Botsaris (Capitulate 6, pag. 36 Koumeterium Messolonghi / Palibrio USA) in this Magna Epos. Also, Raeder incorporated beside Petrobus the Pelican Blue, Brisehal of Dash-and-Lut and Vlad Strigoi appearing of the transversal valleys of Transilvania, suddenly after having arrived of the Reign of the Horcondising, tackling his Frigate in Valparaíso juxtaposing in the nine elements and in megatonnes to be ratified from the start in a new Celestial wasteland. All camp to five kilometers of the Rio Bumodos, in the ***** north where the shady blemishes favored them of a new lunar phase in tendencies, effusion, and backflow that was the apotheosis influence of energy. The worshipper of the clan did not give him any importance especially only given hierarchy by alone gnosis because in these goods could improve his devotion, so they are occupied in his service.  They are to the expectation to have the juncture of renovating even more his mourning for himself by second certificates to his right-handed with astrológics cosmic interpretations of the Ekadashi, being able to be explained by the shoots of the material world.  The concept contravened to the reverences is that the Ekadashi will be the day in that the Gentleman will persevere attaining the unitary joy dean, contesting flashes incessant by the unbalance emotional community of the assistants, like ingredient spirit that is allocated in his spree, and has to treat to give more start to Vernarth in his regression parapsychological. But besides it is necessary to conceive that we are in singing of subsistence of the hypotenuse, by which do not have to think this Zeus requires extremely our third. He is entirely self-sufficient and is tied to his transcendental world of the vilorta, but not to leave us alone with his vague shimmers of collectivity!

Sibila Helespóntica sustains the cross, the last emblem of the Passion represented in the chaining. As it corresponds in his straight and immediate folio representing the Crucifixión of Christ in the Gólgota, the spaces car selected consigning in the ashlar that came close in technical whispered of works that inspired to Sybilla of Helesponto, she approached with the gear and the utensils of the altarpiece of her same, decorating them with passions that represented in the lineup, eleven days before being sprayed the alcohol on them of first degree in his heads to leave them in the intemperate, and to posterity that came to the goddess of the darks Nix spilling petals macerated and turned sour on all they to inhume them in blasphemies of the god Erebus, in the deep light scarcity of all lethargy marginal to redeem them of the chaos, on an earthly crushed sea unfamous that will be the surface of Gaugamela transiting in the catacombs, with earthy rivers and elusive phlegm escaping of the insectaries light of Ultramundis of the god Tartar. Nix Runs alarming in his muddy tiled, appearing as a winged woman dressed with a black toga cover of stars. It will drive an armature thrown by two steeds properly accompanied by his children twins Hypnos and Tánatos, here besides them trepidation running by any place, for attesting the regrets of the Falangists Hoplites, after being suddenly invaded by mythological strengths of the Auqemenides. Through condensed pulses and of others no designated will be represented on diverse types and in supports of xylographic monumentality in the ceramics and even in the patrimonial immaterial with the hindsight of the Áullos Kósmos. From the Basiliscus will aim to Betelgeuse, dispensing in the Arms Christi to advance to the Fontana's and to Parables Iaspis, staging the Sibyllae Prophetae, vaticinating the paved of the Iaspis of lovely stones for fragment in the elevation and in the maremágnum issued by Sybilla of Helesponto,  raising on the height of 133 in the ordeal of the Gólgota, in orient skull of Abimelech and of Jezabel from the kraníon symbolizing the traffic in places of executions from a kraníon admonished.  

The place of the Gólgota also is uncertain of archaeology. All he knows is that it was out of the city, further from the second wall. It had to be a hill, as it could see from some distance and was near to a way, homologous to the initial of Getsemani, Saint John Apostle amplifies that a new grave was near, in an orchard. The tágmati translated as "order" Indicated the ranks in the Roman army; the saints of the Ancient Will and of the tribulation receive his bodies glorified near the return of Christ to the world. Being Greek root Tagma of put in order from the thoracic head and abdominal, in tagmatization and differentiation of regions of the body or tagmas formed by series of metámeros or similar segments between himself differentiated of the rest. The Ultramundis of the god Tartar here is conceptualized, and corresponds with the metamerization heteronomous of inert organic, and opposes to the of metamerization homonomous, in which all the metámeros or bilateral symmetry in all the appendices that are equivalent. They are those centurions that drilled the rib of the Mashiaj in the Gólgota with whispered symmetry from the head, thorax, and abdómen of the Tágmati, sorting out from the launched Pilum awarding them the Christo Salvatore Vaticinante, but in the dictamen or professing the same symptoms of his passion by the tagma abdominal, toráxico and head in his crown of spines Ziziphus.    


Codex XIV-  Ultramundis Primum apud Orionem finale    

Challenged by the sortilege of the Augur Vernarth gathered with his General Commander and invites him not to separate further of extending them that edging by a docile lunar greyish wind. They gather and they put near one of another.

Vernarth Says: That joy turns to my meditation behaving in this contiguous night to our Falangists Consecrated, and to the cavalry sleeping in Machiavellian dreams when falling in his sink, until in his parishioner and in his steeds so that they do not lose his eyes sung in the drain of the pressing. All lodging as if lying in a genial lawn and honesty of the belly of the Chaos, exhorting hallucinations to those who sleep in the cap of the kraníon, with the wise utopias of the Erebus. Dozing likewise  utopias to the high and rubbering in Orión with a pythoness expression and changing his tacit. Leaving hardly a space of turn to change the tri face cariátide tackling the secondary mirages of Aurion, turned into a decimated Muse captivate for desirous delectation treating them as his heirs, seeing them flatter with his scarlet layer and inscribed with Lambda in your magazine in Gaugamela.  Alexander Magnus answers: That the satirized arms re-spin by the ****** of Amón, popping your eyes-hearings and eyes unheard folded in the martyrdom glaucoma of Anubis, re transforming the constellation of Aurion after we heave us annihilating them in this silent furrowed already embattled! While, I have to wash down your sentences more cleaned with one thousand tempests more than the refrained gallantry that receives in my corrected hemisphere, unbalancing the **** Target of the night, situated in the Lambda on her so that it accompany me with his nurse to the temple, truncating the investment sovereign to the moaning in the lead of Febo.  

When observing Vernarth that the spittle of Febo or the personality of Apollo in Alexander the Great fell repaired, quickly the appraised on his jaw drying him, smiling him and at the same time changing his gestures of nervousness. Taking him and attaching him, since it seemed a retained dizzy of his long addresses parliament with his feudatory. Then it would be prosperous to leave him seated in the side of the aspect that escorts him. In this instant separates and extends his arms to the envious koelum or dialect sky, joint to both swords that also will accompany them with the bronze shake chatter, snorting in the retracted navels.

Vernarth Retorts: Dissolute In my infancy had to walk with my dogs as a ray stayed in his frame when it advanced me to them only sniffed my scarlet aureoles; that they were red stars súper giants and near to the Earth fading. Today it is the belt of Aurion beside the Big General, beating in his groove and changing his course precessional. His hallucinations will move, so that it remains alone in his reddish outline, but not in his physicist componential.

In this way, Vernarth moved the tunnel of the zephyr with the tip of his Dorus when they bent, the shining final of his tip warned to reopen in the intestinal of the firmament when going out launches. Mechanical ran Years light by much more than it has to describe, in front of exact science and in front of a Dorus inaccurate, in a universe that only this distant whereas Vernarth is doing using the protocol of governance, pulling on the floor with the drum, ratling by his dorsal in direction to his shaft that volatile attached of the abbreviated adminícule, for one launches used like Sword Xiphos, arriving at the vertex of Betelgeuse to approximate to the legatee space of radiosity, and of Persia joined in a billed merely advocator. It appears Vernarth behind the cloudscape coughing with cloying fever with a dazzling ruby hypnotizing the muffins of the colossal fénix cosmic, and lighting up to Alexander Magnus when waking up. Sibila Frigia, finally sustained the cross with the risen flag of the same representation that does it the own Christ resurrected in a corresponding scene of Resurrection, in extensive complement of the Sybillas with his Gothic imagination and recentish, with the Sybilla Frigia being the priest that will chair an apolíneo oracle of a historical realm in the western central part of the highlands of Anatolia contrasted with Casandra of the Ilíada.

The incipient muffins sequence to redeemed reigns in that the puérp postpartum aurora, intercede nonetheless of the facets and of the screams of the Cáucaso, of the one who this chained in the irons but frozen of his isolation, for the one who the panic of the Diaísthisi or presage, traps him in millennia taken from a heart stuck in the thorax of the Tágmati, to the Apollyon offered in the abyss of the consecratam, and of the abyssal jumping from the fathomless floor the abysmal destruction providential, and his tulle issuing in those who will not shine after exalting concluded in silty bottoms of the fosca. Regards and Tares will govern intolerable pacts s and promises, early tinted in the heartbreaking disclosures of Saint John, glimpsing to diábolos interventors of Apollyon beside the Sheol of the Koumeterium of Messolonghi, redeeming them in Nínive and ordering in Arbela and Gaugamela in the indissoluble planted zones of the Camels Gigas of Apollyon.    


Codex XV - Apud Secundus finale  

Arbela falls in the hands of castes of the mesnades of Etréstles of Kalavrita, collapsing like lightning and exceeding the charred farmhouses of alien Mosul, to his intrinsic compartments. Of to the contrary was the authority of Maceo, found immediate to Syrian troops, mesopotámicas, medas, split, sucianas, tibarianas, hircanias, albanias and sacesanias, scattered like disturbed Leviathanes of himself same and of debased titans in all the execrations not specified of this avalanche, so that they are carried by his dean leader, and donated to his physiognomy like limpid preys of misfortune when predicting for them in the banishment of his bravery. Later once encysted in the cracks of his stinks would look for in the fatuous emanations of the Phosphorus (Crash of the morning of Venus) drizzled by the glories of the morning and of his distractions, changing the decomposed inert matters to the Aqueménides, incontinenti to be bordered with all the fascination of the dawn. The commanded by Maceo; the commander of Dario, brought a heart to be transplanted from a wise person Dervish that had split to install it after conquering the epic Gesta, and his conjecture of it. They believed to ****** his ascribed gentlemen that seconded to his disconsolate of him…, but brought off by half the substrate character that moves the incessant rumbles in the bitterness of the cicuta unfunded in the Xiphos, offering to the twilight to mark the withdrawal between lights.

Etréstles, spotted a stray prescription in the field of battle, expelling it from the divine sky of Arbela. By the conferred adherents him to Vernarth in this round stroking to Alikanto by the gibbosity right of his steed Kanti, this would cause that they would cross on the same line and gave an oppressive split kinetic curve so that the lancers hyper vibrated with the spin of twist of his masses contracted, adding a field in the tips of the sky to the discouragements and the static Persian. Like this they fought together near of the children, infamous legislation plagiarizing the movement and tying the ribs of rows from left to right of the Syntagma, to fluctuate in the strengths of his graceful Falangists of anxiety. When observing this Moving away Magnus, redouble his heavy cavalry and also challenges similar concert in the maneuvers executed by Etréstles, designating it Diabolical Officiousness curiosity, as they visited inseparable in the Runes of the circulatory movement and in the cardiac system or Kardiá, reimplanting in the spin of twist of return of the children and the cavalry, but with the whole mass of his horses bluish lapis lazuli, wheezing of his nasal like a domestic nasal breath!

Auriga Says: Your venerate you milestones come to upset to the new beings, come to occupy your organisms with arrows on his bodies deterred by the quiver magic of Artemis, with new incarnations and manly gallantries?

Etréstles Jumps from Kanti, represses some militias that were surrounded, and reaches to spot Vernarth, to there is of the hubbub of his transmission recharged on the intimidated enemy. Sometimes they affirmed of one of his hangman of him to resist the pain of his ribs of him, while he vigorously tightened his sword and resisted the suffering that paled in his face, but increasing the size of his arms and legs, to unchain the big booming voice of Sheol or Hell, that piped him in the big stupor of the Persians resigned, afterward he clarified an all in the miscellanea was of the ardor and the pain of the souls expelleds, to testify the quantity of his independence consumed. The lightened environment of emptiness in the tunnel of the Profitis Ilias did feel in the peak of the surface, where was and trembled in the acroteria of entry of the Hexagonal Progenitura. Majestic Gravitational waves struggled here invested, oozing from the volcanic base of Patmos in vertexes of the physical fields and of elementary particles of great similarity to the caverns of Getsemaní, in the suggested detain of the phylogenetic mechanics and of the instauration of the phonetics, all embedded and propelled by the particles hitting on them, causing opposition of mass in the empty internal of the pipe covered by chairs of the Iaspis, propelling unions in progressive waves in viscous fields, very dense when being generated by the Arms Christi and the Souls of Trouvere. These elementary particles of God plunged into aroused basilisks in compound particles in the dynamics of energeia, preexisting already quoted, and adopted by Vernarth in his last parapsychological regression where he collided in the field of Higgs Ipso facto. In the areas W and Z, rather in the W of Wonthelimar and Z of Zefian like patterns of Lights without mass in his vectorial that were attracted by the maremágnum of his matter, where the viscosity is maybe, the confused darkness of the material fossil, mutating by atomic energy from the starvation of the Phoebus Shemesh, or false Sun of Apollo-Leviathan in his demolished asthenia. It was captive of a viscous moraine that collides between yes, arousing occupations of the empty field, already typecast in the boson of Higgs, and in the photons of Wonthelimar that taenia of on dowry, to be prone to the binomial W and Z, in the energized tangent of the shallow elementary bodies transformed in particles with mass. The interaction of the particles resembled a quantum field of the Orchard of Getsemaní with asymmetric and rocky graphics, that supremely did immanent in the trinitary energy that absorbed them in his arrest, concatenating the converted tendency of the field of Higgs in a quantum physical structure symmetrical, therefore in a perfect triangulation trinitarian of elementary particles, activating equidistant of his uniformity between if in all the spin of twist and in the three ataxic angles of unsteadiness of Zefian inroads of his fourth Saeta. The statics longed for the tendency that propagated in a fourth Angulo, but this time in the Progenitura Hexagonal in his six sides concealing the two equilateral triangles, subtended in no massive strengths, that is to say; feeble in a load of a photon, but if having to cross the unions of field that were him apt to auscultate the physics of God. We have to understand that all dogma gathers interactions with the field Diaísthisi or to presage, that recovers the mass of all this or that ventures the idleness of some silent particles that conform his weight, and the global mass affine of his material existence, sponsored by the proton in a cubic meter if it is accelerated. The field that underlies here in Patmos will be of upper physics from the Boson of Higgs or of God, for the grant of mass and of weight in the empty tunnel of wind in the Profitis Ilias, re sustaining the necessary ineffective light of the Febo Shemesh apocryphal of Sheol (Hades and Erebo), for constraining the symmetrical balance magmatic basality of intraterrestrial energy, contributing the supernumerary of her, turned into Light for the reborn world of the Apocalypse. The elementality bearer of the particle of Patmos, in his context of quantum physics, will enumerate like the theory of the Apud Secundus Finale, to generate interactions in the spacetime, that reduce physicality and delay when attending his credibility, in front of facts supra abnormal and bearers of his hyperactive dogmatic abulia, understanding that the graphic of his cerebral activity is genius of the quantum physics, provided with energy without mass, that vertiginously adheres to the protons of his physical strength consolidated, turning it into a kinetic inert element atomic, and in one dynamic of physical solidity. For all the solidness of the wasteland of the Apud (In) of Getsemaní, this will not be consecrated like a mystery, rather it will aspire the just act of immense clemency of the body compacted in the emotion of the feel gravitate, and accelerated transfiguring in an atomic elementary impulse that crystallizes the creative Faith, or was to the Vernarthian Duoverse! The Boson is massive, all the matter that is him leading will be poured by the standard of verticality in the creation, predicting theoretically in the tree of physics whose pipe hyper lives between the root and its foliage, and will consult the effect of his origin for greater challenges of his divine experience.

Singing of Sibila Líbica (bis): !The sparking plugs will inflame, the iridescent eyes of the Mashiaj flashed in the likely mortuary settlement of Vernarth in the oasis of Siwa: “Oh My warm blow of Libya that flatters my cheeks, and my shoulders that groove in the light of the callous cerebral coexistence of Zeus. Singing by you my Didaskein; treating or teaching to the baffled herd that confuses the kitchenware that was born to. b.C., not having a reminiscence of Irradiation in the mastery of the continuous turn to the not contravening of latent ignorance, but yes to find him agreed and effulgent”!

“ Hari ini ku mati,
Perlahan...
Tubuhku ditutup tanah.
Perlahan...
Semua pergi meninggalkanku...

Masih terdengar jelas langkah² terakhir mereka,
Aku sendirian,
Di tempat gelap yang tak pernah terbayang,
Sendiri,
Menunggu pertanyaan malaikat...

Belahan hati,
Belahan jiwa pun pergi.
Apa lagi sekedar kawan dekat atau orang lain.
Aku bukan siapa-siapa lagi bagi mereka...

Sanak keluarga menangis,
Sangat pedih,
Aku pun demikian,
Tak kalah sedih...

Tetapi aku tetap sendiri,
Di sini, menunggu perhitungan.
Menyesal sudah tak mungkin.
Tobat tak lagi dianggap,
Dan maaf pun tak bakal didengar,
Aku benar-benar harus sendiri...

Ya Allah...
Jika Engkau beri aku 1 lagi kesempatan,
Jika Engkau pinjamkan lagi beberapa hari milik-MU,
Untuk aku perbaiki diriku,
Aku ingin memohon maaf pada mereka...

Yang selama ini telah merasakan dzalimku,
Yang selama ini sengsara karena aku,
Tersakiti karena aku...

Aku akan kembalikan jika ada harta kotor ini yang telah kukumpulkan,
Yang bahkan kumakan,
Ya Allah beri lagi aku beberapa hari milik-Mu,
Untuk berbakti kepada Ayah & Ibu tercinta...

Teringat kata-kata kasar & keras yang menyakitkan hati mereka,
Maafkan aku Ayah & Ibu, mengapa tak kusadari betapa besar kasih sayangmu,

Beri juga ya Allah aku waktu untuk berkumpul dengan keluargaku,
Menyenangkan saudara-saudaraku..
Untuk sungguh-sungguh beramal soleh.

Aku sungguh ingin bersujud dihadapan-Mu lebih lama lagi..
Begitu menyesal diri ini.
Kesenangan yang pernah kuraih dulu,
Tak ada artinya sama sekali...

Mengapa kusia-siakan waktu hidup yang hanya sekali itu...?
Andai aku bisa putar ulang waktu itu...

Aku dimakamkan hari ini,
Dan ketika semua menjadi tak termaafkan,
Dan ketika semua menjadi terlambat,
Dan ketika aku harus sendiri...
Untuk waktu yang tak terbayangkan sampai yaumul hisab & dikumpulkan di Padang Mashar...

Puisi Almarhum "Bang Remy Soetansyah,"
"ANDAI HARI INI AKU DIMAKAMKAN"

DariNya kita datang, kepadaNya kita kembali…

Assalamu’laikum sahabat..

Innalillahi wa innaa ilaihi raaji'uun telah kembali ke rahmatullah Olga Syahputra kemarin jum'at sore di Rumah sakit Singapura, Oki turut berduka sedalam2nya, dan do’akan bersama semoga Olga Syahputra di terima iman islamnya dilapangkan kuburnya, di tempatkan di tempat terindah di syurga, keluarga yg di tinggalkan di beri kesabaran..aamiin..al-fatihah..

Bagi kita yg di tinggalnya tentunya bisa jadi pelajaran bahwa maut datang kapan saja tidak bisa kita prediksi , bisa satu tahun lagi, sebulan lagi, satu hari lagi atau sedetik lagi..hidup di dunia ini hanyalah sementara..

Aku dan dunia ibarat orang dalam perjalanan menunggang kendaraan, lalu berteduh di bawah pohon untuk beristirahat dan setelah itu meninggalkannya. (HR. Ibnu Majah)

Rasulullah menyadarkan kepada kita selaku umatnya akan pendeknya waktu hidup di dunia itu, namun waktu yang sangat pendek itu sangat-sangat bermanfaat, sehingga harus diisi dengan hal-hal yang sangat bermanfaat…

Sahabat pesan Olga kepada adiknya, untuk selalu melaksakan ibadah sholat 5 waktu jangan pernah di tinggalkan...selalu berbuat baik....

Ya Tuhan
Berikanlah aku jodoh seperti Ayahku
Yang mencintaiku meskipun tahu putrinya banyak kekurangan
Yang selalu mendoakan yang terbaik dan tak mengijinkan hati putrinya terluka

Ya Tuhan
Ijinkan aku memilih pasangan seumur hidupku, yaitu seperti Ayahku
Yang tak pernah melukai hatiku dan memanjakanku bagai Putri

Ya Tuhan
Pertemukanlah aku dengan jodohku yang seperti Ayahku
Yang akan melindungiku dari bahaya apapun
Yang takkan melukaiku dengan ucapan kasar

Ya Tuhan
Aku membutuhkannya sekarang

Palembang, 27 Maret 2017

Hari ini aku tak ingin berhenti menulis
Bagiku menulis itu sangat berarti
Aku bisa mencurahkan isi pikiranku tanpa aku harus berucap
Ucapanku terkadang tak didengar orang, kau tahu?
AH, bukan!
Ucapanku bahkan tak pernah didengar orang
Aku hanya batu, yang hanya dilangkahi orang setiap kali berjalan

Hari ini mentari bersembunyi di balik awan mendung
Namun panas teriknya masih bisa ku rasakan dikulitku
Aku hanya bisa berteduh di bawah atap kamarku
Padahal jiwa ini ingin sekali menari di bawah mentari
Padahal kaki ini ingin sekali tenggelam di pasir pantai yang kasar
Ingin sekali rasanya membawa diri ini ke air laut biru nan luas
Aku ingin sekali mengapung di air garam yang bening
Namun yang kulakukan hanya mengetik tulisan tak berarti

Hujan mulai turun
Apa daya aku hanya bisa menunggu
Aku terkurung di dalam dunia sendiri
AKu belum berani tuk berkelana sendiri

Ayo, pergi bersamaku.
Aku akan mengajakmu pergi
menikmati angin malam
sambil melihat gemerlap cahaya
dari gedung tinggi ibu kota

Ayo, pergi bersamaku.
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In the spring of 331 BC C., Alexander the Great left Egypt returning to the port of Tire, where his fleet was. From there he went to Antioch, crossing the valley of the Orontes River, and reached the Euphrates River at the height of Tapsaco, where he founded the city of Nicephorus to be a stronghold and storehouse for army supplies. Here he learned that Darío was in Arbelas, so he crossed the Tigris and headed north along the eastern bank of the river.

The sibyl Cumana was at level 97 of the wind tunnel when listening to these waves, very close to the doline karst, in avidity of Pythia Delfica with divinatory proselytes that crossed folds of her attire, in pleats of a brain divinatory flock. His Cumana relativity was spent on the mausoleum, prophesying life for all in the passion of living together with the bodies abandoned by the souls of the Devotee, and in the innocence of the soul that slips away, daunted by not being desolate, amidst the parchment of Lilith, and in the offerings of the Strigoi, for breaches of troubling visions of darkness from the cavern of Chauvet, by sacrificing competing sense-emotions of Lilith's malefic Votum. Only one can exist as an inviolable part of chaste Wonthelimar tradition, groping the Xifos with human sheepskins, tectonic offerings, and fringing the altitude 103 of the Strigoi wind tunnel.

Vlad Strigoi Sings: “Mardiath, noble and loyal hussar of the Vernarth Sea, Chief of the Gulf fleets, came from the deck when he turned around the bowsprit; he was picked up and hit by ropes in parasitism, which shone like strays. Oars of gods in supplications that were felt in the whistles of the wind. He approaches and descends dark staircases in the direction of the water piston, whose heresy in a Vladiana ship was pending. “When I train myself to write by saying who I am or what I am, I only receive massive abscesses Saecula Saeculorum, not finding the basis to confess. They say they do not know what to reveal because there is no content that compares to someone who does not have Age, Life, or Compassion, that I only have to communicate as a Strigoi messenger?. Now I know that no one will sing my thoughts, there is no ink that dares smear a comparable calamus that resists my word of Strigoi ammonia, usurped from a Balinger ship to some Flemish pirates, seconded to the side by a Panescalm barge, which shot 64 thousand bodies massacred from the Bubonic Plague.

Mardiath graduates from the Ballinger and leaves his sword to Vlad next to a geographical table to rediscover destiny in a maiden who attends to his disorders, more than a ganglion suppurating prostration. He goes back to Tire to meet Vernarth, and his henchmen to finally head to the wild fields of Gaugamela "

Chthonic Prehensiles referred to the gods or telluric spirits of the tectonic underworld, as opposed to celestial deities, appearing in the tubular ascension of warm wind, which crowned the consecration, and those who were above waiting for them. Oblations of light illuminated particles of woodworm that were suspended, expelling those that were magnetized from the phosphorescent matter. The disjointed syntax became periodic in the words of Strigoi, from the Capite Velato or veiled head from the Strigoi Ballinger who managed to reposition him. In double increase of sap, it made him less to resist his life and his closeness, lying minimally before Wonthelimar, and Mardiath who filled him with the company in the eyebolt that supports the path of his sullen life.

Sings Mardiath: “Vernarth's troops would depart from Tire where his fleet was, which came from Sudpichi, from the Horcondising Empire. Legend has it that in the heights of the Gulf, when his army was sailing, a mysterious tempest of hot air from Hormuz broke out on his squads, at height 665 miles from Um Kasar, they had found a ship from present-day Romania. When they spotted them and intervened inside this frigid ship, there was nothing ... just creaking masts and their main yard that was spurring, presenting palisade curtains that came from Sighisoara / Transylvania; where the very similar Vlad Tepes was sitting behind a captain's room writing on his desk. Every so often he would take out a handkerchief to dry his ****** nose, like a pinch of gelatinous ink, shady and stained”

Isaías sings: “The presence in the corresponding versed folio makes relative the prophecy of Immanuel born of a ******, who is associated with a similar Virgilian prophecy of Cumana, justifying its prophetic symbolism. Here is the admonition that blackens the skies where the light retracts, thousands are chained during the announcement of a thousandth that climbs abysses like the fateful Strigoi, and only tribulated pasture will have to transplant rebellions, which lie asleep for the awakening of the ideal of incipient spiritual ******* dressed in execration. Has the conflagration of the heart that resists death been unleashed and that agonizes several times in the ...? The conditions wait for the apostates to refuse the water that does not make them optimal, and makes the radius of obedience of the Vernarthian heart elliptical, full of granules of Physconia lumpy, whose frequency encysts in the bodies of treacherous, kingdoms and fungal lineages. The reign of the saints will judge plurality on the thrones with devastation in the fatuous beatifications in Pergamum, already admonished by me.

Chapter VI
Strigoi frigate

In the spring of 331 a. C., Alexander left Egypt returning to the port of Tire, where his fleet was. From there he went to Antioch, crossing the valley of the Orontes River, and reached the Euphrates River at the height of Tapsaco, where he founded the city of Nicephorus to be a stronghold and deposit for army supplies. Here he learned that Darío was in Arbelas, so he crossed the Tigris and headed north along the eastern bank of the river. Vernarth's troops would depart from Tire where his fleet was located, which came from Sudpichi, from the Horcondising Empire. Legend has it that in the heights of the Gulf, when his army had been sailing, a mysterious tempest of hot winds from Hormuz broke out on his squads, at the heights of 665 miles from Um kasar, they had encountered a ship from present-day Romania . When spotting them and intervening inside this frigid ship, there was nothing but the creaking of their masts and their main **** spurring, they presented palisade curtains that came from Sighisoara / Transilvania; where the very like Vlad Tepes was sitting behind the captain's camera writing at his desk. Every so often he would take out a handkerchief to dry his ****** nose like drops of slimy, slimy jelly ink. He was writing a letter in the text of which said:

Vlad Tepes says to the Vernarth captain:
Mardiath,  his noble and loyal hussar of the sea. Head of his Gulf fleets, he came across the deck, as he turned around by the bowsprit, picked up and struck by some parasitic ropes that shone like lost thighs of gods in prayers they felt for the whistles of the wind. He approaches and descends the dark ladder stairs towards the water pump whose heresies this ship Vladiana was hanging.
“When I train myself to write saying who I am who I am, I only receive from the purulence of the multitudes, in centuries by centuries, not finding a basis to answer me. They say they do not know what to answer because there is no content that compares to those who have no Age, Life or compassion. That I only have to communicate with the Strigoi messenger articulated with the souls of the dead who come out of their graves at night to terrorize the neighborhood. That it is the same as me condemned to sail and swarm the World of the Nosferatu aristocracy, survivor of all human vanity, in all the empires of the World”

Now I know that no one will answer my thoughts. There is no ink that dares spread a comparable feather that resists my words of ammonia Strigoi, usurped from a Balinger ship to some Flemish pirates, seconded by a Panescalm barge, which was throwing 64 thousand massacred bodies of the Bubonic Plague.

Mardiath, graduated from the balinger and left her sword to Vlad next to a geographical table to find her destiny in some maiden who attends to her disorders more than her ganglia suppurate discouragement. He heads back to Tire to meet Vernarth. And her minions,  to finally head to the wild fields of Gaugamela.
On the gallon of the Macedonian Wine cruet Vlad left him a notice...:

“In order for Strigoi to leave their victims alone, seeds must be scattered with nails hidden inside them. These obsessive creatures cannot go their way without first counting the seeds by throwing the brides' lace to the altar. When they ***** with the hidden nails, they start counting again… ”

In the frenzy of his prophecies, Darius had recruited a new army after his defeat at Issos. From Babylon he advanced north, passed the left bank of the Tigris, and continued toward Arbelas as if guessing that he would never escape the Alexandrian shadow, where he established his supply and his harem. Then he directed the army to Gaugamela, a place that had a wide plain that would favor the movement of its numerous mounted troops but not on Hellenic horses with Homeric gales within reach. He even proceeded to level the terrain and remove obstacles as if emphasizing fearing that the moon would resemble holes in his strategies where his dreams would fall, turning Gaugamela into an immense field of maneuvers suitable and great and indigestible for his chariots equipped with scythes to move on the oppressor wheels.

Thirty-sixth Oases in Siwa:
Alexander Magnus after founding Alexandria he marches to the Siwa oasis, where he is proclaimed by the priests as "son of Ammon", god already identified with Zeus by the Greeks. With this, he consolidated his own divine ancestry, as a descendant of the Argéada dynasty, which went back to Heracles and, therefore, to Zeus himself.

The entire dynasty moved from its acropolis under the limits of each empire to what would be the final battle. This time Darío does not want surprises, so he arrives at the battle stage in advance. As always, he has his cavalry on the flanks, with the heavy infantry in the center and the rear. It also has more than 50 war chariots with sickles on the wheels and about 15 elephants.

Alexander launches the attack diagonally and the Persian left wing defends himself as best he can. Vernarth, Simultaneously harasses Strigoi's allegories by subordinating the Persian chariots that speedily launch upon the Macedonians. Many of the drivers are headless by the arrows of the draconian archers. The rest pass by as the Macedonian infantry opens. This strategy is complemented by a second line of heavy infantry called the Force of the Dead from in the Siwa Mountains, which receives the stray tanks, while the first line turns around and attacks them from the rear guard surrounding them. Opening a gap between the Persian lines, Alexander's cavalry managed to wedge themselves in search of Darius. As in Issos, the Persian king is stuck and unable to maneuverIn this onslaught, see how the prognosis moves more fluidly, after the textual support with Strigoi in his Balinger he was able to allow himself to advance the ellipsis of the ****** battle and more importantly of the defenders of the embolism of the tyrant and secular Gods, in his caves of lost and soul pains. Since this last festival of the Siwa soils, the events of Alexander Magnus and Vernarth can be seen.

He only separated the lashed rows of threads from the majestic Bumodos, before entering the back room of the great fight. It is now thirty-six times that he needs the therapeutic methods of Walekiria, to supply him through his veins with ****** essences to immortalize his stout columns that support the beams of the Hellenic world.  Caryatid that flows through the delta of the cries of all the heroes,  devoid of helmets under the limits to resign.

Ellipsis Tomb of the Patriarchs:
Vernarth says: You are not a vision ... nor an illusion, nor a lonely image, because if so, include my image to accompany you in this tragedy! He tells Walekiria, his seductive valhalica.
My little Walekiria, not the slightest disdain, will make me leave you halfway, we are in the same position to remove the terror that creeps through the spaces of the plain of the Gaugamela cemetery. Here we will scare away all the demons that betray our plans. Only you here in the Charioteer's particle crypt. Mardiath tied to the acacia and Alikanto spitting out more fiery fires that will reduce the unproductive paperwork. To improve that others optimize the sharp means to use to overcome the medium that has darkened all hopes. Now we are going to plot the plans that we have improvised in this barracks.

Walekiria says to him:
My mind together with my feeling make me closer to you Verbarth. It seems that now more than ever I will hold on to you more. Since our gross bodies lack any possibility of holding together.

Vernarth when leaving says to him:
Of the cosmic forms, yours Being has been hit in my box in Andromeda. Vitalizing and healthy part will strengthen what remains of your exploded mind and my elevated feeling to the ethereal worlds, will make rainbow emblems for your resentment.

To be continued… / under edition

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