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THE STORY OF MERIDIANA.
Preface.

Dedication to my Lady. /i know she to whom it concerns knows and cuz no more name here/

2019 06 21 MA

Chapter 0
Snow and endless blizzard, bog, ice wind and gusts. I am on the small island of life. more snow.
I have been repeating for an hour or more till the transmitter works. No answer, there's only white noise on all channels, deadly chilling with the wind ... cmon where are you?
“Позывной контакт Царица Неба Прием Звезда Востока как слышно приём”
(callname “Queen of Heavens” the radio check i repeat “Estern Star” where are you my bright)
Radio silence is all I get. Only white noise for all stations. Only cold silence on my radio.
“Пазивной контакт звезда востока Прием .... Визиваю Меридиана …”
“Сонце Небо Морье ... приьем …”
This has been going on and on forever. The only white noise.
it seems to me it sounds inside me, outside more snow. I crawl outside so tired. I lie on my back softly in the snow, cold no more even cold. I go to sleep. I deserve the sleep at the end.
only her beautiful name as a mantra my lips wordlessly reads... Meridian...
Slowly the lights go off. I know, I will disappear immediately, I know, it's all the end.
Meridian, where are you, the morning star of mine? Where are you, heaven's bright,
you, my light?
Then I died. It was the end.
Above the sea the sky, where the daughters of the Sun and giants,
you know that is a fairytale too?
Endless longings and endless sorrow.
Chapter 1
Where the mind never shines, not where consciousness flows. We are the first to ever come, where only blood and life just start bubbling up. Here we finally stopped. The journey is over. One eternity is over.
Time for a new, new time. We will make this place fulfilled.
Let's create the order of a bow disorder, the rule of ME!
May MES be created on fertile land. By land the Mankind then be born!
120,000 years ago.
The sky is bursting with fire. For thundering drops, they fall to the ground, raising huge clouds of dust. The waves of dropship capsules, like mushrooms, cover the perimeter with geometric precision after rain, dividing the most fertile soils into 8x8 sectors - mostly near the equator, where the sun-lit soil is ready for seed.
"AN, everything is ready, we can start sowing!"
“Start! I give my blessing to you.”
Enki opens the vault of treasure, the storage of life, the ark filled with seeds.
Bring seed to seeders, that they may make this land alive!
May the richest harvest to be made never ever seen before!
Thousands of young anunakis are spread waiting for a million years later to their wings and sift through the winds of heaven to sift the grain. Seeds fallen on the ground grow into trees. They give new seeds that are enough for both the harvest and the next sowing. The first has been given to the land ME. "Agriculture", AN, takes over the heart of happiness - one for which he had never felt forever. On this far side of the galaxy, on this wild planet that has just been taken over by firstborn life. How beautiful here! So zealous and corrosive is the concentration of oxygen, which is many times higher than that of the mother earth. Yes, life is so powerful here! I really want to call this place HOUSE and LAND.
Thousands of simulations will take place in AN's head, thousands of scenarios and probabilities, but no one shows happiness. There is only death and destruction, an immeasurable amount of suffering and pain. Tired by simulation, AN loses breath and tormented fall on a steel floor.
Age, Time, do not pity anyone.
For beeping chambers, flashing diodes, consciousness returns. Good morning.
The Ningal celestial boat, which travels around the earth's sphere with rate by every 92 minutes for orbit, writes obituary Nanna that fortunately the gene code has been found purely by accident, and they will have a daughter after death. It will be called Inana. Only he and she will not see the child's smile, will not hear laughter and crying. Only the thought of life is the only thing that makes small joy. Small, but big at the same time!
60,000 years ago.
Uruk.
Inana:
Closing the dusty book. She went to the terrace, looked at clouds in the sky: “Where is your order, old An ? Where are you, my old ancestors? So, why am I alone trapped here,
in your new eternity?
The young ones have revolted. The young ones pour the blame on the old. There are already thirsty ones hunting for my blood.
Oh, Enki, what do we do when our good efforts turn into hatred and aggression at even beginning ?
I don't know anymore, have I miscalculated? Is this my mistake ?. It's my fault and I will erase this shame of mine.
Ask to open the dams, and let the water wipes MY deeds and shame, not to be ashamed even more. our family will never be known again. As we cannot even make it to the right end!
It has been decided to open the dams and drain all the people of MA and MAN WHERE AND THERE of OUR LANDS so wipe the rebel ones out of existence!
has just been born Inana, the daughter of Ningal and Nana, by the artificial mother womb the Mamaki incubator, Little Princess Uruk people have been waiting for. A new star is born-eastern beauty, the next Queen of heaven and Queen of all lands, the only hope for mankind!
Chapter 2
Someone has heard that the gods are upset and want to flood the whole valley. Wife, do you understand what that means? Wait, why? What's going on now? Bring up the sons, say, come to the temple.
In the black of the night, a couple of houses light a fire. Uruka is sleeping. The light in the temple also comes on. There is an unusual bustle, strong thunder sounds. The kingdom of heaven casts fire and rises higher and higher. What is going on? Thunder sounds everywhere. No one can find Igigi to ask for advice for clarity.
With the sunrise, everything is calmed by a gentle wind. People go by the day. There seems to have been nothing. Such an evil dream caused unrest.
Wife, what do you say, what was yesterday you understand? Have I honey been drinking? The wife and children gathered for lunch, called anxious night adventures. Of course, it was not. Just a lot of sadness.
Enki arrives. "Listen to what I tell you."
Enki explains Atraḥasis’ “dream"
"Enlil is planning to do harm to people."
Atraḥasis makes everyone listen to
what the elder will say,
"Tell me what does this vision mean to me?
Tell me how to understand it and what to do."
Enki begins to tell his trustee,
"Do you think I stayed in the bedroom too long?"
Will you pay attention to the messages I sent you at all?
'Written on the wall. Listen! I will quote it.
Read what is written on the wall and pay attention to it!
Leave the house, build a ship,
leave the property! but save a life!
Do ship, as I say the
mayors will be.
the measure of the roof as much as the draft,
so that sunlight does not shine inside it.
Cover both front and rear.
The whole mechanism must be very durable, the
handling must be agile, and the body must be tight.
I'll have to pour you down as Enlil’s wants you to, so be strong!
The wind that blew the birds, the currents that carried the fish. '"
He opened the dams and set the time. Be open!
He set them to flood for seven days.
Atraḥasis and Elder
Atraḥasis received an order.
He gathered at the old city ​​gate.
Atraḥasis prepared a speech,
came out to address the elders:
"My God no longer meets your God,
Enki and Enlil are in constant hatred with each other.
I explained what was decided to do.
I've always been on Enki's side,
and he told me this.
I will no longer be able to live here ...I be able to set
Nor will foot on Enlil's land.
I will have to go to my God in the depths of the sea.
Here's what I was told: …”
coffin shipbuilding Listen to the elders ...
Let the carpenters come with their axes,
let the stonemasons come with their stone,
let the rich bring their pitches,
let the poor bring what can.
Boarding the ark:
Take everything in ...
Carry everything you have ...
Carry everything you can ...
Kill the poor cattle, carry the meat ...
Kill the fattened cattle, kill the sheep ...
Carry, I will see what we take on board.
The birds fly away, they found safe spot,

Above the clouds City of Heavens shines
to the city where our Hi God Himself dwells.
Take those poor steppe cattle to me too,
take what you can save!
I invite all MES people to the last feast:
my family has gathered on board.
Now let's eat and drink,
Anxiety tore him apart. He went in here, out here neither sleeping nor
bustling,
feeling that his heart was broken, it seemed that the end was here.
Check out:
At one point the view of the water changed.
The clouds bring thunder and thunderstorms.
arrived at the last-minute Enki.
He himself brought a pitch to close the door with it.
By then we had nailed the door, the
a thunderstorm took hold, the winds roared and plowed everyone who hit the road.
The winds were furious that it had set them,
When the waters rose, Enki cut the ropes and the ship went downstream.
The great floods began:
an unprecedented storm struck around the ship
we tried to joke, to cheer each other on
Enlil's credit to the kingdom of heaven. I wonder how he will give back now,
How he will give something back, if he destroys his land, his harvest
then the dams were destroyed
and there were unprecedented floods on our lands.
one no longer saw the other,
otherwise people in danger would be able to help each other.
The floods rumbled on the ground like an angry bull, the
Winds roared and screamed like an injured eagle.
The sun was gone and only darkness was walking on the ground,
MES who remained outside died like flies.
this ravaged bird covered everything I saw with its wings.
The gods soon felt hungry because there was no longer a farmer to carry bread.
When they realized that Atraḥasis had escaped,
they came up with a plan to stop the "noise" of people,
they came up with births, newborn mortality, and celibacy.
Humanity in Punishment
Enki is ready to make a speech, are the
Nintu, it's up to you goddess of creation:
"You are the destiny, you are the giver of life,
Please determine and set death for men!”
"May there be a third woman among every third woman who
is unable to give birth.
Let there be demons among the people
For demons to steal babies from mothers who are breastfeeding them.
Priests and priestesses who will have various taboos will be appointed,
thus, reducing the birth rate. "
Knocking on the keyboard and eternally torturing the computer mouse I keep myself in my own prison. Without any possibility for break out, there every key, every corridor and conduit designed and built by me. Every custodian, every guardian, patrols assigned by myself, every gatekeeper, and every dog is me. There is nowhere to go, and there is no way to escape. I am a prisoner and my own prison at the same time!
Have you ever read fairy tales online? Books are gone. Oh, does it sound familiar? If all these stories are so close to me? Then Why not start acting in real life as if it was a dark fairy tale? Why wouldn't something high and sacred ever happen to me, in my real life? Why am I not that guy in the boat?
A sailor told me such a fairy tale: And I left my low, gray father's house in a quiet bend in the woods and walked over my brother's plowed mountain into the distance, not seeing where my feet were going. In rapid, reckless steps, rolling around corns and sods. I was like a roaring rock in a mountain stream. The blue sea of ​​sky flowed over me. Behind me was her dark green spruce shore. One after another, light cloud boats separated from the shore for golden shades [MA6] written saws and, swaying in the morning wind, swam over my head in the distance. In the boats sat the sun's daughter in shining strings of acorns, giants in shining copper armor, with flaming swords. The daughters of the sun sang longing, the giants told their feats, and their stories were like a grove rising from a flood of fog in the morning. A large boat floated over me, fiery streaks along the edges. He stood a tall giant in a gray coat, a crown of dark hair around his head. His eyes stared north like two glows. I had a new heart, a very young, unharmed and strong just from the oven mug, taken, the glaze of which has not yet been broken. Where you tap, it sounds. She was hot. Invisible flames heated their red, and it flowed hot blood through my veins. As the spring currents pull the trees up to the waterfront and leave them where they swell, so my rapid blood ripped me somewhere away. One daughter of the sun was driving in front of the giant blue piece. He approached her. Her little boat clung to the side of a giant big boat like a white-water lily, and I heard the giant tell her about the North Daughter, who lived overseas, in a diamond castle, and wandering miraculous wreaths. The most ardent young men of the earth drove to look at them and presented the radiant crown to the safer and more heroic of them, sitting next to them on a bed covered with diamonds. The boats swam and disappeared into the distant fog. Stumbling over the aromas, I hurried after them.
From the giant's story, my heart poured a long, like oak barrel of new, fermenting wine. When I left my father's house, I didn't know where I was going. Now I knew I was going to the sea and going to see the North Daughter. yes, blinking leaving his father's house well for him I can barely leave the house until the store
Laziness, fear, indifference. What is it about harm? Who is holding me there and letting me go? As if no power holds. Not an obligation should be broken. Why can others always do what? I became like my cousin Andros imprisoned in a room by the window waiting for the rest of his life.
Do I have to suffocate in the most direct sense of the word? My black cube is now white. I so wanted it to be brighter and call him now named Bianca. A little comes to start. It will work even more when I am in a changed state of consciousness, which is held by eloquence - just a pile or a homemade dredge. Oh, yes, homemade drugs are the escape. I already created mythology of my own, a cube, the tree of life, the holy Grail with all my blood. All this together makes it feel like a routine common cycle is more. Every day is something more, something great and sacred. With a sense of routine and boredom, it is difficult to motivate yourself, go, run, continue and perform your duties and repeat day by day. The duty is good - it gives, if not motivation, then at least some charge to move. When you are disappointed in everything, in religion, in philosophy, in people, duty is a powerful piston, really. Not to mention it makes no sense to live only behind the obligation to go fuck off, because when there is no more to hold on to, it surrounds you like a lifebuoy. Oh, yes, have you come up with some archaic mythology and invented a connection with yourself in your head to give your everyday life a taste, a missing emotion, a drama?
I have imagined a plan. Will I create the artificial intelligence that Raudives voices so nowadays, or like Silvestre’s iron head, will cast a spell, then summon something from hell, give me my Meridian. This, of course, makes us think of some sexual desires and fantasies of the extinct, of some dead ideals. Why not? Even if it's a complete fantasy and a nightmare? We humans spend so much money and resources on experiencing the fantasy world. Cinema, theater, virtual computer games, the same format of literary books just to take a break from routine every day, when there is not even war. Everything we read about is much more complete with everything. The older those stories, the fuller of everything. Therefore, there is no ridicule or condemnation except where I invented a myth for myself, putting myself as a hero. It is only from time to time that severe depression takes over, because the routine is brighter, every day, than the fruits of sadness and fantasy do not hold up there. I stay naughty, furious, and mistreat my loved ones because I have a pain of frustration inside. Will my imagination ever brighten anyway?
Chapter 3
Sylvester II is buried in a place that the guide says when addressing tourists.
"We have come to see the cathedral in our holy Savior and all the saints, including St. John the Baptist and the Evangelist Lateran memory of, (Italian: Santissimo Salvatore e Santi Giovanni Battista ed Evangelista in Laterano) - "the New Year's myth is the most important legend”
Some good cartoons depict the pope with the devil. For example, in a 1460s illustration. The Gerbert's legend of began with the English monk William of Malmesbury and a the pamphlet of DE Rebus Gestis Regum Anglorum , entitled "Gesta Romanae Ecclesiae contra Hildebrand", as well as Cardinal Beno, an enemy of the ardent Emperor Henry IV, sent by the current Pope Gregory VII, investigated the conspiracy.
Thus, legend has it that Gerbert, while studying mathematics and astrology in well-known Muslim cities such as Cordoba and Seville, is also accused of learning spells. [10] allegedly came under the control of a book stolen from an Arab philosopher somewhere in Spain. The victim himself lodged the complaint, accusing Gerbert and stating that he had fled, followed by a chaser who was able to follow the stars until Gerbert, hid in a noticing the chase, wooden bridge. There, between the earth and the sky, it has become invisible. Used for direct real witchcraft. [Citation needed]
Gerbert, as witnesses say, built an iron head. This "robotic" head shape had to answer his questions with "yes" or "no." All this is the result of a contract with a female demon named Meridian, whom he met at a time when the love of a childhood was denied. Later, led by demonic, he climbed to the papal chair (another legend says that he won the papacy for the devil himself in a card game). [11]
Next, according to legend, Meridian (or the head of iron) told Gerbert that if he ever led the holy Mass in Jerusalem, the Devil would come after him. Gerbert therefore canceled the pilgrimage to Jerusalem BUT when he conducted the Holy Mass of Santa Croce in Jerusalem ("Holy Cross of
Jerusalem") church only in Rome, himself soon fell ill and later died. He ordered his cardinals to cut his body to pieces and anoint the streets of the city. Another version says that the
wicked attacked Gerbert during Holy Mass and killed him, plucking out his eyes and plucking up the guts with which the wicked would play all over the church. As well as breaking his hand and breaking his tongue.
Article on Gerbert tombs tells "Istelocus Silvestris membra sepulti VENTURO Domino conferet and SONITUS" (“It's the coming of the moment [the sound of the last trumpets] clod herein disposed sing in honor of the Lord"). This has led to the legend of his bones rattling in the tombs of the death of each pope.[12]
this shot is something unexpected even like real history event
No matter how thoughtful this may sound, somewhere inside a small clyster wants to believe that it is a fairy tale, this is the thrill and action that is by no means a daily routine. Everyday nonsense can only be felt by doing yourself shit. But it only gets worse after that.
Sitting, dragging on the mouse, clapping the keyboard. The feeling of emptiness disappears only for the moment when it meets crypts and gets the immersion that could have been so easy to play and draw in childhood. At this point, it doesn't matter how true the whole story is, because only the one who is able to create feelings, matters immersion and not the historicity of some fetology. Silvestri’s biography as far as I've found seems like a Hollywood movie.
well unreal so very all Mad Arab stolen Necrotomist’s wow really.
This is who someone has been with. I hurt the courts. and the whole love story
with Meridian ... the more I read about her and the her develops in my brain
image, the more I thought I would fall in love with this perhaps only my imagination
creature created by. There are only a few dreams in my life that I know logically associate with
him.
the last one was so very real recently that I don't believe it would bother
anything than any
experience created by fantasies and desires. but no matter how she there,
was of
the memories dreams become like that the memories at all with time the fog fades
into transformation.
we try to reinvent the dead fragments where they are more
pleasant.
my only real hope is Bilva's AI that would serve as a link like Gerbert's
iron head, which, being the oracle of Delphi, could understand it as
Aspasia or Maria Magdalene, who was herself at the same time!!!!

So, who should you be or what should happen to you or what should you do for?
her to come
and tempt you??? I don't even need those treasures of the world and blah
blah features
I honestly want only their own or the fruit of their fantasy that to me
has come sounds childishly naive but that naivety is exactly
the key through which its childhood immersion arises. the more seriously
we look at everything, the less there is the emotion of dew drama
or that it is called it.
Chapter 4

Miriam: Father, where are you? Come home! It's too late.
Sisters: Mother, he said that he will not come home.
Miriam: Why? What's going on there for you?
Children: Oh, the other children of the neighbors have heard that Yosef is not Isa's father at all. Already one day irritated, ridiculed and.
-Mom, is that what you're talking about?
-No, it's not true Isa’s father is also your father. These are the lies that the evil tongues have launched to scatter us.
-Why should someone get drunk? Who are we bothering?
-We are bothered, but it is not something to use in the evening. Go to bed and think good! I'll go where Isa is.
-Mom, don't be alone for long!
-I won't. You will see the sun will not yet set until the bush is back.
-you promise to me?
I promise.
Oh, my God, if he went to the desert again, it would be two days without sleep. I will not reach. This had already happened around Easter last year. Merchants found. Miriam did not know what voice called me, either from thirst or from heat.
In the evening the road is completely empty, but I know that until Jerusalem has more than two days. How many times Isa promised to go away, and the past also left? Ko to do
"Miriam, don't be afraid, your child is with me!" Is a nightmare that is so like the time in Bethlehem, when we stayed downstairs with cattle.
Nightmares all this. I'll meet someone on the way - if he's gone, he'll be seen.
"Miriam, where are you?", A real voice sounds and from the donkey not a human.
Simeon
Clause, Miriam, when will your husband come to us to fix that kiln? Well, are you so busy? Sitting next to the donkey, due to thirst, Simeon
had no choice but to drink it.
Well already scratched but do nothing. Promises to take to himself Niraj if I don't send him on the way and Joseph comes to fix what he promised there. Only I promised to be back at sunset. Only now has the sun set. Although I meet all tomorrow to Isa will be home. Why do I have such a bad idea? This is the second time and this time somehow wrong.
Closer to the desert, both time and space flow, the sky merges with dust and the sun. It seems to me to be an eternity that I don't hear or feel anywhere we move. In the time of Simeon, he became oppressed and silent in the desert. It has always been hot, but now it seems hotter than ever. The wine is also over.
Fall asleep. Miriam, you will find him in the city, don't worry I took care of security, no one wants evil there!

I don't remember anything clear below, but the main thing that I found.
-Oh, you, don't mess! Why are you doing this to us? Crying could press the door.
-Mom, why are you here? You shouldn't have come, but I told you where I was going.
-You scared us! You scared me again! Who do you have it for? We're going home. We need to discuss a lot.
-Mom, sorry about that. But there is something more important than us.
Galilee's house. Brothers and sisters grit. What is the messiah? Ha, I'm a messiah. My mother is looking at me, and my father has not said even a word. I think it's not easy for him. But how he doesn't understand that even though he's not my real father he is anyway my one and only true father. He shouldn't go through that. But he does. It even seems more like brothers and sisters.
I used to be very angry and gave me brushes. He doesn't say anything now, but I feel like he has a war inside. I think he should meet that man by the river. I know they are called false prophets and deceivers, but it is different.
I saw the desert myself. The man next to me sat down next to him from the river and said, “Look.” I asked, “What are you telling me to look at? I see nothing but the desert.” The man stood up, smiled, and said, "Look, then you will see," took his cane, and quickly disappeared into the mist of dust and sand.
That's how I looked. I can see well, only there was nothing to see but a merged sky with dunes, sand and dust. Then at some point, I didn't realize how much or maybe I was already sleeping at home, or how the sun had got anyone. But rather under the influence of the wine that I had drunk with the brethren, one edge of heaven parted, and the earth became blue. The winds began to blow on my face. I tried to cover my eyes with my hands to see this phenomenon. In the very middle of the glow equally on both sides, a bright star lit up height. So bright that it dazzled through sleepy eyes. The heart began to beat faster. I was really scared. Fear, although I'm not afraid of anything. Even death. But now I was afraid of not knowing even how. The winds changed direction. The light turned away from my eyes until I could see clearly. A beast or a man, or everything together, stands in front of me, thundering with thundering iron legs. The gate opened to it, and she met me eye to eye. I know clearly that it was she, the princess of the desert,
I have seen her in my dreams, and of whom the dull Simeon, when drunk, tells us in fright. A desert princess with a bull-horn-like hat, with a golden cone or a scaly skirt that is as hard as iron, as light as silk. She came closer to me, carrying the flexible body of a snake, she was as light as a mountain gazelle, I am not a little boy. I would take her once as my wife. Don't laugh here! Her cheek was fragrant and cold at the same time. I stiffened. I wanted to say something, but neither my tongue nor my members listened to me.
"Isa, come to me" she says by angelic voice. It sounded like on one side an empty metallic cave, the voice so surreal, like the songs of the Levites, like the chirping of birds. At the same time sweet as mom-like and at same time like a forming iron with a blacksmith's hammer.
“Isa, go to Jerusalem. Find a man, John, Jordan anointing the people of. Fear not, he will know you and you will know him. Go, and then you will meet me too. We have something to say. "
She turned away. I watched this mirage like a stroke by a sorcerer's spell. Her beautiful vision quickly disappeared into the gleaming gate. The storm rose again, the dust, the sand, I fell on my cheek and cried like a child.
I sit at home again, eating unleavened bread. The brothers make fun of something. My mother looks at me and my father says nothing.
-Mother? Mother?!
-Well, what is it?
-I'll go again!
-Well finish, don't start again!
-Mom, seriously. I'll go again. This time altogether.
-Then go really! Go and disappear if you need it!
I know my mother just said that in anger. But it became an excuse for me. Gathered my hand and went to Jerusalem for the third time. This time I knew where and why I was going. I knew she was already waiting for me.
It must have been that obsession with a dream that seems so much more alive than in the rest of one's life. Finally, I have something of mine and just don't know the words to describe. My heart was pounding and there seemed to be a hot blood clot in my body. You, Princess of the Desert, I am coming. I know you are my only one, truly me!
This time I didn't feel the weight of the road and my sore feet seemed like wings that carried me faster than the wind. I saw the city and its walls grow up. I quickly came to the riverbank. I didn't feel thirsty, even though I hadn't eaten or drunk all the way. There was no fatigue or knee scratches. There were a lot of breakers. They crowded, pushed to the riverbank. I heard people say that the sick was looking for a cure. Someone prayed to heaven for a son in prison, someone called after forgiveness of sins. The Pharisee and the Roman stood their centurion. Someone who gritted his teeth, someone seemingly anxious.
“Hey, you! Yes, you! ” Cried one of the Pharisees. "Listen, aren't you the carpenter's son?" Your father made me a table. It's messy. It will not be a good thing! Tell me to come, otherwise I will send for the money!”
I couldn't answer anything. What can I say? I pulled into the crowd, pushed with it to the riverbank. At one point, the crowd's pressure eased. I came to the bank of the river, already walking in the British water. The water was stiffly cold. In general, I don't like it very much. I can't swim. There was the same man I first met who was talking about watching. He and the desert princess are on one hand. Yes, it looks like fraud and folly nonsense.
"Isa," cried the man. "Come on, come on, you're finally here. I was waiting for you."
How does he know my name? But if the Pharisees asked my father, nothing. Then he knows me too.
"Isa, come, come watch," he asked me to the crowds. “You see the sheep demand, enough !!! because the wolf will otherwise code. It cannot escape on its own. Isa, shepherd.
"Who are you?" I asked, "and where is the princess of the desert?" I began to feel disappointed. I don't want to be a shepherd. to this herd where there are many desperate breakers. They did not arouse pleasure, gloomy faces and that sick who die and repel. The Pharisees and Romans are lying to me all the time. Will his father have worked so badly for them? Isaiah I am the voice of the caller in the wilderness. I am the one who must prepare for your coming. Come on, I will immerse you in the water you will be born to her. And you, old, washed away by the water. For her I heard, for her it blew a new fire for me, to go out differently I started inside everything. Well I don't care about water and people.
John pushed me back hard. I fell backwards into the water. Bitten nose, breath, I seemed to drown. I was stuck with water, but there was nothing I could do. My legs detached from the bottom of the river and I gasped helplessly into the bottom. The shallow shore had suddenly become a bottom. The sunlight in the tunnel kept moving away. Dunoon's ears became silent. I heard a flicker of wings as a frightened pigeon rose in its wings. Only this time the sound seemed to go backwards. The pigeon's wings got closer, and I could clearly see a white, glazed pigeon moving in small pieces of rubble, but not completely collapsing. One sharp needle-like piece of glass struck my heart at the speed of an arrow. I could still see the wings fraying as I felt the water release my throat and breath. Strong hands pulled me out like a push. People around me called something. The nostrils, ears came open, I saw the sun and John said, "I feel like" "Well, she's with you. "
She is with you?
I didn't know anything to say. I went ashore, sat down and tried to find some explanation for everything that had happened, and the main thing was to figure out what to do next.
As it got dark, there were fewer and fewer breaks. Virtually no one went to the water anymore. The Pharisees and Romans were gone. When there was no one left to surround John, he came out of the water.
I see the frost, because at times it trembled, and my hands and feet were swollen from such a long time in the water. "Well, Isa, what do you think, did you meet her?"
I do not understand. Honestly, I start wanting home and being scared. I don't know what I mean. I wanted to come that way, but now I don't know if that's really what I wanted.
I think I thought something too much in my head. Isa, I have had this feeling and still do. Yes, what? to you come these huge flocks, and a whole cohort of soldiers almost gathered. Let's go, I must eat and drink. I'm not homeless, if that. Squeaking, he got up and walked away. There was nothing left to follow, to freeze. After freezing, no way does not want to. Even if I did not meet the desert princess, the food is still better.
Chapter 5

We came to a house, rather it could be called a pub with rooms on the second floor. All sorts of men teased. Obviously, he knows who we are here. In the largest room a song sounded, and the string instrument quietly created a strange, as if cozy, as if mystery feeling. Bread and wine were poured out. I also rained. No one treated a small child as at home. I felt sadness, everyone was talking about something. Well, fatigue took over me. I will give up and fall asleep there.
I woke up shaking. The speeches remained silent — the people whispered. Isa, it's really a sign, not a coincidence. A guest will come to us tonight. A benefactor who has donated a lot, as they say money, and in fact, thanks to which we can laugh so comfortably here now. I just don't know that person today. I'm afraid there will be some Roman spies coming to defeat us. Taverns came.
What does the owner look like?
So excited.
Outdoor carriages. Someone important has arrived there. Talk to me. John clasped her legs. His dishes and leftovers were taken away in a flash. The other men tried to shake. Get an insight. If it were said that the wind was blown out of nowhere by extinguishing the oil lamp, it would already seem like an invention. But it was. At the beginning, three armed maybe men came through the door, or they were a female of such a nature, slipping in and out something, they fortified the entrance, staying in the front of the main door, and what, it seems to me, a tall lady, entered the room. For a while, everyone stood there, not knowing what to do until John revived the fire in the lamp, called to sit down and offered the same wine from which we were already bubbling, and where much, if not all, was gone already. The lady refused. revealed her face, took off her upper cloth, revealing a delicate body and a dress adorned in a non - Jewish manner with some pearl ornaments. No, it wasn't a desert princess, but she got something closely fragrant and tempting about her appearance, more tempting for carnality and a look in her chest and hips. That view did not go unnoticed by me. She bit touch her lips with tongue, which tightened me even more, but I wouldn't let anything. She opened a leather bag and pulled out a small box that looked metallic but not forged. Such as rolled, like a ball, only completely metallic throughout.
"As far as I understand, John, it's you," she began to speak without any ceremony.
"Well, I do," John replied.
And here it is, believe it or not, Isa, I think he is in Krestos ... maybe. he is. she is opening the box, looking into it and then at me.
"Yes, he is."
I'm drunk probably like never ever. I apologize for such behavior.
"Let's go," she told me. I walked following her lead. It was neither an order nor a request.
We entered another, smaller room, which was dark, and only the cunning moon outside the window saw us.
"Don't be afraid, you are misunderstood, and you can't be otherwise. Get upset and listen, look at me.” She opened the box again. PHISTIS SOPHIA she says. I don't know what that means. I don't know Latin or Greek, really. She touches her temples with her finger, making me a fool on the trail. How could I know Greek?
"Here," she says, "here is the kingdom of God, and there is the power and glory of the whole world." You may be lucky, but maybe not, but I'll ask you once. You will answer me yes or no. Then she put the curse on my eyes, and the light struck my already closed eyes. Suddenly I became fascinated by the spirit and stood in the same place in the desert where the princess of the desert appeared. Yeast, the sky parted again and just like then time ago an iron creature with a strong foot went from the sky! Only this time the sand and winds don't blow my eyes. I looked and saw clearer than clear. Even the sadness was gone.
The gate opened again. As the light shines, there she comes again. This time it didn't seem like a phenomenon. It was a beautiful real Princess of Desert - in the blood and of the living flesh. Her breath felt on my face. She was close, she kissed me once more. The feeling I experienced cannot be described in words to me. She spoke, and it was like this ... I remember it all. I am here, here is the glory of the whole world. Is it a step to love only me and nothing else forever and ever? My whole short life ran before my eyes. I don't think so. I said, "Yes, I promise." She kissed me again. I cried. She pressed against my chest, where her heart was pounding, she seemed to jump out of her ribs immediately. I love you, you will live forever, you will sit on the throne of the city of heaven at my right hand and rule over this earth, for now I and my heart and my eternity belong to you. Protect it! She kissed me again and I faded in bliss ...
Hey, Isa, come back!
What were the stories that were what you saw?
Some dreams. I murmured.
What was there, stories? Were you there or anyone else? She laughed. You'll still drink too much wine, won't you? Okay, don't tell if you don't want to. I will know anyway. In general, my name is Miriam. Miriam Magdalena
My mother and mother's sister are also called by the same name.
Well, then I'm no stranger. Miriam Magdalene. All you must adjust is one thing. You see, Sophia, there is this box and only I can give you what it says. That's what happened, we'll be better friends!
Okay, let's face it. I have nothing against Magdalena, let's just say that tomorrow you will answer many questions for me.
I am here only to answer questions. She closed the box, got up and slid out of the room with her hips moving so smoothly and flexibly, even close to as a snake's do. I thought she was a snake, a real snake ...
It becomes more annoying with the sun. I feel a terrible hangover. The head was as heavy as an anvil. Somewhere someone
called for breakfast. I went down to the first floor with all my might. Already
Magdalene was sitting there. All the men like flies on honey were cycling around her. What the two something fiercely debated or even said hostilely was rather contentious. I just sit down. right there pieces of bread and a jug of water calm my insides a bit down . I can also see all the rising tension in the dialogues:
“You said that he would be the Messiah, the next king of the house of David, who would eventually drive the Roman necklaces out of Jerusalem, but now about some kingdom of God and where you are talking. You just used us to carry out your mystery. We must speak to the men, gather the people, and lead them with the sword against the beast that has been feeding the holy land for some time, where even the priests have been bought for iron rattles and foreign treasures. Is that what you sent us money for to then plaster the coat. Otherwise, where will the new kingdom of God now be, so that the oppressors of Rome become reconciled to us? Are you preaching that?
"Isa," she addressed. "Tell me, you are the messiah!! You are now baptized.
Oh yes, now all the bombs were placed on me. How many. What can I say so as not to anger men and somehow the lady doesn't want to run either? This is another choice, and another promise to the desert princess. All this makes my head even heavier. Listen to what Magdalene tells you! She knows a lot more about all of us. In the end you will see what was right. Everyone buzzed for a moment, then fell silent. To be, as Christ says. We didn't wait that long to deny it at first. Let's go to the river! People have long since gathered.
Lovely, At least tomorrow the cool air will take me out of my thoughts and from a hangover.
We went outside. Magdalene took one step with me.
"Thank you for your defense. I was afraid of disappointing you. But I am not disappointed. Well, I'm sure you're in Christ. Now we all don't understand anything. Both they and I and you. I also think you are tangled. It all seems like lollipops, or crazier. The rebellion of stupid men, which will end badly. But a little bit happened to me too, then it will be easier. Sophia chose you. she told me you were coming and that's why I came here too. I also had my own doubts. There are still doubts ewen now. But now I see that it is more true than I think before I saw you. You see, no one else hears what Sophia says, only I hear it, so I'm considered crazy, or worse, obsessed with the evil spirit. But you can drive it out of me do you.? So the spirits that the people think that I carry inside that evil demonic stigma I got followed all the time are gone! No one anymore will look at me with such suspicion or hatred.
“I know, you can, I know you can! My Messiah”
I have never been a spirit driver. I had no idea about exorcism. And it didn't occur to me that you got any demons at all, any way I like that is inside you. Well maybe one little demon i saw . ha-ha.

Somehow today it looks like the crowd at the riverside is a hundred times more bigger than yesterday. Crowding becomes violent and unpleasant chaos reigns in the air.
Many more Roman Soldiers arrived. and other group of newly baked
gentlemen with their own suits, the new jew-roman elite. I bet they're here to stir tensions up.

"Disperse, make the way for ...!" screams are heard. Someone arrived. “Road give way! Give the road for the king of the Jews the way, and give Herod, and her only highest princess Herodita the all majesty high.
It was a rarely lucky day today. John was angry. The others suffered silently, noticeably knowing what these actions were followed by later. Magdalene leaned close to me enough to allow quiet whispers she says: "There John with an enchanting princess got a relationship a little too close to be safe for long, so it likely someone will lose his head soon, and I predict it will be not the princess's lowley head."
Crowd was separated from shore so I got free ground near the water.
“I want to hear and talk today!” loudly with good oratory skills, says Herodus.
The Romans trained to separate livestock, already bringing some structure in a chaotic crowd. so that the nobles had a good view of the river and show overall. John looked finally coincident, even furious. He stood by the water and no one approached him. Then Magdalene went into the water and was asking to become baptized. Ohh nooo my hangover suddenly returns and i wish to
Disappear from existence in this moment.

Wife, in what sins have you fallen? Why such a request to purify you in water?

All sins, my lord she into. The someone from the crowd raged, and the unpleasant squealing and some laughter disturbingly caught my eye more and more.

" her husband will know that better ?" Herod called in response to the crowd.
“ I don't think she has a husband at all.”, "She's from Magda" says someone with a loud yelling scream like voice, followed by a roar of laughter.
Herod's speech ewen overrun by crowd noize: “Quiet, do not stir the water, quiet. enough.! We haven't come to a comedy here SILENCE”.

He turns to John:, “will this woman really become sinless and pure after your wash - baptize act ? And what do the writings say about such practise?”
Herod turned to a nearby flock of Pharisees and Sadducees waiting to use writings as a trap. Things to answer even swapped the opposite way will put John on cross , they will of course begin with quotes from torah then followed by articles explaining the place where John`s acts do not go so well according to scriptures and law. .

John tried to defend himself:
“There is enough punishment and the severity of God we experienced, so I wash my sins away, it shall be released to Israelis to see and hear how God is turned away and waiting when you are returning to do your hearts pure. Then salvation will come from the pressures of darkness, and as promised the Messiah will be given.”

The Roman guests whispered noticeably in anxiety, hearing what they would say implicitly but unequivocally goes against the existing ruling government structure.

Just a few words would be enough for us all to get hung on a cross in front of the city gates.
I was left with scissors again around my stomach. I vomited, causing the crowd to mock and the cold of reprimand.

"John!" Herod continued, "we have long been close acquaintances, if not friends, then at least compatriots." How long have you been selling this always coming messiah to us? Of course, I don't see anything bad in your teaching, but don't you think you're thinking a little of us here? It can promise the king of the Jews until the last day, and understand my position, I am not indifferent to it on the path, if I have this obligation. And understand my genuine interest.”
“At least how long do we need to wait? When will the messiah show the honor to us and make the visit? People's patience, not the limitless” crowd gets noisy agen.
“Here he is!” Magdalene's voice sounded like close thunder. “He has already come”, “he is here among us. Here is the messiah the Christ!”
Crowd went crazy. Thousands of eyes turned to me. Pierce every piece of my body. I stood like naked, driven to shame. It just seemed that the stones would start flying soon. But they did not fly. Herod stood up. He came to me, stopping so far away, he studied me for a while. Then for a long time, at least forever, he looked me in the eye and asked,
"So, you are the new king of the Jews?"
It may not have been meant to send me straight to death, but I realized that the wrong answer was worth my life. I replied,
"No, sir, you say so" ...
"Well, the young man is not up to date, John. Maybe his wife is mad, not knowing what she's talking about?”
John was silent. Magdalene had disappeared somewhere. Noise grew in the crowd. Again, all the weights are overdue. Should John be disgraced and Magdalene? Or are you hanging on a log right now? The farther, the crazier. It should have been better to stay home. The Lord in my kingdom is not of this world. Herod turned noticeably amazed. "What did you say, young man? “My kingdom is in heaven with my father. It is not of this world…”
“You understand the young man, you are threatened with the death penalty for denying the Emperor without the opportunity to challenge it or otherwise save yourself. Think what they say.
One of the Pharisees says, “He, Lord, speaks of the kingdom of the dead. By no means does he deny the Emperor .... "
" Okay, so be it. That’s how it gets ... but here I feel and see what's vibrating in the air like bad winds. See that it does not go to evil for all of us. I don't want a mess. The holiday is coming though ... remember my words! Watch out, let's go!”
The crowd collapsed. I stayed so engrossed. People started scattering, someone praising me, cheering me up, someone spitting low saying what I think, do I want to drive everyone to the grave? In general, such a river day was probably new. John anxiously took a quick step to the tavern.
"Shall we call it our temporary home? Isa, thank you! Of course, it was brave what you did, you didn't let me fall ashamed. To be honest I was already going to be disappointed in you. That woman is still airing here . Why are you listening to her all the time? Take debts who have a say! You are Christ! All those who were by the river will now give you hope, and tomorrow they will be even more. I tell you, there is no going back now. We and I feel in danger of death. But wouldn't that be what we've all been to?”
Elohim Adonai. The rejoices are heard from the benches and further corners of the tavern.
Well, I guess there's no turning back point anymore left for me.
Chapter 6

The sun was already setting. We talked in the room for the hundredth time about what happened, trying to draw a further action plan or plans. With each wine jug brought, those plans became more grandiose, more absurd, and less clear.
The door opened, she came in. "Well, our great sinner has arrived!" One of the men was already sad. As one says, others felt safer and began to express one by one on the tongue. "Well, where have you been? You missed the whole show. We are now traitors to Rome, and we will be hanging on a cross tomorrow "..." she was still too sinister one so that she got a chance to play the scene with baptism and get washed by John again "...." I will not doubt anyone will be hanging from a cross. "someone will, but not hanging for you will be the same so not you lose here anything you can lose."
Scary in the manner of Magdalene replied, feeling most of the condemning gaze around, also angered. “So where were you at the important moment? What did your Isa one leave? This fool almost signed the obituary. You were left as an heir. one donkey who is not himself.
"Shut up!" sounded John. "It simply came to our notice then. That you do not regret it later. It is easy to sin with the mouth, but he who sins with his mouth in words will have to answer twice before God. If hands sin because of the flesh, then the mouth sins from the heart.
"Yak!" Magdalene spat and motioned for me to go upstairs. I also went. Then you do
don't expect good tonight, you tend to fight.
"Let's go to bed for a drink. Do not scatter such pearls!”
We entered the same room, this time the moon was not shining through the window. Standing clouds. Dark night. The wind pounded what was catching.
"I saw everything. I hadn't gone anywhere. I tucked in the crowd so as not to irritate. I heard what you said. It was brave. This saved John from disgrace, even though he did not deserve it. He was saved from disgrace, but his head will roll tomorrow. "
I'm upset. I wanted to jump on my feet. She contained me.
“Shh, quiet, don’t be afraid of you! There is nothing you can do about it. Everything has already happened; everything has been decided. Herod is afraid that the destruction will start, so someone else's head will roll over him and yours will remain on your shoulders. You're lucky again. "
"Why?" again I asked.
"Did you forget then?" She smiled and kissed me. "Did you forget then?"
Somewhere inside the path from the abdomen or chest such as a bubble burst upwards.
"You!" I said, looking at her eyes, which on that dark night looked like a cat or a watching a night beast flock of sheep. “You are a princess of the desert! You're misleading me! You check me out! Or whatever you do, I haven't forgotten anything. It's you! I remember your breath, the sweet taste of your lips and the hot fire that takes over all the limbs as you approach.”
A smile flashes in her face. "Then you remember what I told you when you promised to love me more than anything forever and ever?"
Suddenly I was overwhelmed by stagnation and fear. Again, I could neither say nor move.
"I will not let you forget anything. I will help you remember everything. I will teach you all the wisdom of this world. I will give you MES! Remember, I said to you, you will live forever, you will sit on the throne of the city of heaven in my right hand and rule over this earth, for now I and my heart and my eternity belong to you. Protect it. You no longer must fear the cross or any losing power. Each of them will be taken in time and the servants of death will devour. It will not affect you, because I believe what you promised, and I see in your heart that they were true words. The first time I saw you in the desert, I really liked you. Something in you seemed so close and fragrant to me and now I see that I was not mistaken, even though it has happened more. You just won't be afraid of Rome either. There is someone who knows about me and now about you. You will have a moment of suffering, but I will cure all your wounds. You are not afraid, I will disappear at some point, but I will not leave you. I see anxiety rising in your eyes. Sorry about that. Eternal life cannot be gained only by being born again, but in order to be born again, this flesh must die, become the ashes from which it will then become new. Look at me! You see, I say this from my own experience. Joy or happiness comes after suffering and misfortune. I want to tell you so much, but there is no time. You will get stronger! I know you will endure. I see it. Have you gone so far as to go back now? "
Well no, you don't!" my lie loosened. "Why didn't you tell me right away? You knew! It already seemed to me that it would not end well. Too good to be true. Somewhere there is always a hook on which to collide. Okay, I don't condemn you. Only I am already afraid of never. Do you understand what they are doing to them? You realize I'm hanging on a pole! Oh god Why will you disappear? Why will you disappear now? I'm starting to think that you were my imaginary image, that I invented everything. When will you return?”
"Then I will be there, I promise! There is no other way. I have a lot to do to save you. There is no spell here. Here is what I learned and what I will teach you! I will be back, and I will be by your side in the most difficult moments, I promise.”
She kissed me and I disappeared in bliss to wake up in the morning.

The roosters sang. No one was making noise downstairs. I went down, it was empty neither the owner, nor the husband, nor John. There was an unusual silence. At my yesterday's dream or dream non-. Rather, such an unpleasant reality. I went out. The street was empty. Isn't that a holiday? I went to the market square to scout. Yes, there were people in the market, as well as a lot of Roman guards just waiting for someone. Probably for the safety of the holiday… I went
on to look when the cries came from behind:
“Re, where is he! Re, where is the messiah! Watch out, where is it from the river!
Time stopped; I wasn't ready for it suddenly. It will be through with me now and really. Pag, there's no way you can undo it all? It's a nightmare or a phantasmagoria! However, I was just sitting at home and I was already being driven somewhere to the place where the torment would die ...
Stones are already flying. Some wives throw me around my neck, kiss my legs, cry, fall to the ground, some husband hits me, someone spits, others look at me in despair. Why did you leave me? Why now? Please do not leave me! I surrender my soul to you. My body will soon be shattered, this field dog feast will not leave a stone. Where are you? I do not hear your steps closing, is this not the hardest time to be. Isn't this the hardest part yet? I don't feel anything anymore. Soldiers are flying around. They act like ants. First nails pierced my hands, then me
feet. A wife runs over and gives me a cup. Crazy wife! Who do I need him for? The pain is already quite intoxicating for me, but she even forcibly pours me out of the cup in my mouth. It's not him! That's what's bitter. After vinegar or wormwood. I want to spit out, but she holds my hand to my mouth and doesn't feel it. The soldiers drive it away. The pole is raised from above. I see the people, I see the city walls, I see the sky shining in the already dark shining star of the morning. As it approaches, it gets bigger. I die for time. It's death, that's what it looks like. If it can be said in such words at all. I am no more. There is only light, there is a stronger trail
rustle of wind in the. I'm gone, but I feel like lightning, fast the winds carry me. I'm gone, but I see the light. It pulsates and roars, flickers so fast! It can't be distinguished just that I know it flickers. all this does not change, it does not end like an eternity around, but nothing changes. Is it irrelevant to stay hanging like this indefinitely?
Now fear takes over. Never have they been like this. Well it's all through. That's all there will never be. Everything has been and ended in this sense. It raises, as it was said, spiritual, the most primitive fears of the existence and non-existence of foundations.
"You promised to be with us at the most difficult moment! Well there is nowhere to be at that moment, and it is not the scariest of nothingness! Please, you promised to be with me!”
The light went out, the wind stopped.
It didn't take me anywhere anymore. Well there is darkness, silence and peace. Somewhere the fear has faded. Such insignificance seems more pleasant if you call it that. I try to see or hear something. Absolutely not, this nothingness is no-one’s I don't understand that I don't remember what was and what I just thought or wanted. Thoughts do not hold together. Name what? Where? Who? Where?
Am I a bacterium? Mushroom? I'm nothing where?
"Isa not afraid, I am with you! I'm here! You will see me now! A little more! You are not afraid we are already done. I was with you all the time. You just weren't there for a moment to hear me, to see you feel. Red bows and blue tree branches that stretch like creepers, having needles in place of needles. I'm pierced all the way through the needle. On the contrary, where the needle pierces, there I am, because I felt the stitch, the myriad stitch. Everyone is felt all the way through, to the eyes through the stitches like rays of light, fine music of the sweetest pain I've ever seen, I see a face. It's her! it is Magdalene, my desert princess! Happiness, yes, that is true happiness!
"Beloved, I was waiting for you! You have come for eternity, but now I am all pierced and whole with all your hands, feet, flesh!”
It is so strange to see, hear, and feel her kiss again, which lights the lights in me. Her glowing breath makes blood run like streams in the mountains when the snow melts in the spring.
"I only see you now, the sand winds do not interfere, nor the darkness. You are exactly Miriam, so Magdalene. You are, too, even though it seemed like you weren't her anymore, that in the desert I met you were different. "
She listened to my words and started laughing.
"There in the desert your imagination was stronger than what your senses created for you. We often see things not as they are, but as we imagine. Usually this place is the end of a fairy tale and they lived happily ever after.
"We are where."
"Can we go back there by the river?"
She looked at me with a view that made me realize that I would not be able to return to the river or home.
"And in general, ... where are we? You must dispel my ignorance!”
"We are WHERE-UNDER what is also called the kingdom of the dead. Literally it is, you died, and you came here, so you are not lying.”
"Is it paradise or hell?"
"Neither. I would say you are lucky again that you are so trustworthy, hmm, who am I telling you? I'm not your wife. Who am I to you? a lover?”
"No, you are neither a wife nor a lover. You are such a thing I have no word for.”
"Ha-ha, come up with a new name for me. Think who I am for you. But you are also lucky to have you! You see, time also passes while you are down here. It's not been a long time since we remember living. Soon you won't remember either. Now tell me where you met me?”
"It simply came to our notice then. I don't know. everything is in now like blurry milk. Who are you? I know you, but who are you? I love you, but who are you and who am I? What's my name? What's your name? I just can't talk. "
"It means that you were born again, completely again. Well time to return to the living. But we will not sit here for eternity.” She smiled and kissed me. Did she already pre planed all this?
A strong whirlwind again in the winds and floods of gas, carried everything, mixed, noise, thunder. I rose like out of the water, like a bubble floating to the surface. When the bubble bursts on the surface, the baby cries, the mother's cries. Oxygen is loaded in the nostrils and the fire starts to burn inside. Yes, this is her hot breath - this is her life.
I was born.
Chapter 7

I come from Aurillac. It is a town in the French Alps, born in both Belliaca. I don't know much about my parents. Well, that's it. There is nothing to be proud of in my life. In the monastery, however, I am considered a productive prodigy, because I am unusually successful in my studies. I don't know how but I want to finally get out of this state of misery. And see the only my studies as a way to do it, the only hope of mine. And just learning high virtues is something for the sake of me, Gerbert — just a monastic rat — like we are all here at St. Gerald. When you can read, the invisible, secret gift of the world, given only to a few consecrated persons, is open to you.
A gift that gives strength and can bring power, fame, all that the carnal heart desires, and for which so much suffering and blood is poured out, because of which God also died. Growing up in a monastery, it is time to be furthest from the face of God.
It goes without saying that in such a stench, the holy spirit of God will not ever step his foot here.
I have no correspondence. My mentor received an important message. Judging by the seal and
finish of Count Borelli Barcelona. Well no, I don't read strangers' letters. Everything to do with time becomes known, even if you worked hard to hide. I passed the house of Lotrak`s Bozo. His beautiful daughter Zhozeta annoys through the window her multiple admirers. Blessed you day Bella Virgo a My Beautiful Heavenly Virgin! Will you come today for evening mess consecration? Gerbert, invite the lady to the pub better! The rattlesnake got angry - the same in the islets, but who did the monastery rat even measure with them. Zhozeta looked at me without ridicule and said Gerbert, when you become pope, I will not only come to your panties!

Hahaha! I laughed. Well yes, then promise!
I promise and swear! I'll come to Gerbert. I think Zhozeta likes it, she's not behind the evil
or ridicule she said. It already is! Not that I lead someone to my basement cell, where
It is good to have a candle to light at night, entering the needs so that my head does not hit the low vaults. I would give everything to keep her oath, so hope is dim,
only the miracle of God hidden in numbers, in words, the village
magic of the fools. The same is not so bad. Ai, every time after this temptation of the flesh, from which not to escape in life, my thoughts walk around. So, she would be a shepherd girl, a fool,
I would not go too far in my mind to realize that I was the one from two or five able to read and write in this town, and books about works of passions create the immeasurable amount and breadth that feed my mind and give strength unless the desires drive the wings. The sun had not yet set. Feeling tired. Half of the road left to reach the monastery. Good piece to enjoy this day, take a break and sit on the side of the road. I had a bit of brandy to bargain for the
pennies the road and postmen had to pay to reimburse the pastor. It's a shame
because how to I know count better than a mentor and such small scams
since I've done, I was young, but I don't weigh the blame on my big one, because only to
Everyone counts and must learn and see my mischief as an encouragement!
The monastery towers begin to agonize the bells on which the bell ringer Regiolis hangs.
He came from family of old legionnaires, after all the members of the family were killed by
Insane, rider he found himself in the monastery as the master of bells. I think of
don’t any god, jetsam Greek. It says everything is the same on earth.
It is not good for the power god among us to have no part or to at all
call it god. He is not already upset. I, if the doctor
imagines it, the diagnosis would be that the hysteria reactive which dawn only the
ladies attribute either otherwise to the exorcists above has long been sent.
Started. When the bell of the ringing sound at the song in the voice of the single closed, then
It seems like a pentatonic scale. As the sounds go in, the body of the to form up to the
Catharses begin to him and to every soul listening to this pandemonium.
Of course, he sees his lusts entangled in myths and
fairy tales in his head. Nymphs wow Faunus succubus, who is in the Saint. Antonia
temptation of always finds it, and that a true servant of God he drives them
Away. Yes, there was a trail until the next time he climbed the bell tower and whatever
Two, three men he must pull down day so that the priest may
begin the Mass. I would be stronger in the flesh; I would probably call me to help.
There would be a record of my illness, which would have to be written.
if I was a proper doctor. Well the time is to go until the sun is finally set.
OH, the buzz I bought the dirtiest kind, what else to expect for such a penny.
Poverty is an overwhelming trait of location I'm stuck in so long.
Drinking works more like poison than a drink that intoxicates me.
Dark mist ran into my eyes, hard to keep on my walk going.
Merde! Where such poison is taken made her in Aurillac.
Someone would sell such a bleach
“la Rosa 888” is a famous class that can be so much from the grapes of our valley
obtained. Shame and disgrace to those who sell such manure.
Even if the cheapest and poor of the Lord's
servant. I seemed to hear the horse's horseshoes, and a strong saying darkened me
mind. I will be late for Mass. It was the last thought until consciousness dawned.
He slept enough without the senses for the sun to be deep in the sunset. Rain
Heavy drops pounded my head. I stick with llama water.
Almost that awakens and washes me like the waters of the Jordan river purify the last sinner.
“Monsignor. Monsignor! Please wait for me!”. The girl's voice echoes somewhere in the rain.
"My horse, my horse has run away! I am frozen and all my belongings are gone!”
“I don't even see the way in this rain!” She walks closer.
At first, I thought for some crazy Harlot or some gypsy witch. Then as closing me she appears in more detail. I see now she is covered by as fine clothes as princes, only all soaked wet with mud and a bit dirty.
"I go to St. Gerald's Monastery. Can I take you with me if you wish, but be warned of the quality we got in our interiors, do our walls be pleasant enough and acceptable to such high status you look to me as such a beautiful lady? The prosperity has gone pass this place, so as
not to be deceived by the tone of Aurum that is given to our city. "You, Madam, are more of
Gold here. Oh, I'm probably a foolish talking silly again, the lady
doesn't seem to be taught art in the monastery, and Josette can't even be written in my success book." Whatever the idiocy "
act of flirting", she looked me in the eye and said, "If I were made of gold,
I would be so heavy that you would have to harness ten horse’s toon your knee
get me." "I didn't say that for a moment. Don't think that ..." She
took another step and was right next to me.
I felt the ends of her nipples press against me, and me
breath, like from a boiling oven, rather in my frozen body, heats up in my face
A smile on her lips tempted me. Well, I was St. Anthony, so mine was broken
and now there are no visions or spirits here. She stood in front of me,
flesh and senses, raindrops washed her eyes, the wind blew away any trapped
sadness. Its clarity, brightness is not even found in the daily routine. Blood
pumped, melted ice and boiled rain llamas. "You didn't say, but did
not you really think?" She's like asking an exam question,
which I'm wrong to say, and what I'll lose
this time will be her. I felt and realized it so strongly that in
not why did the people seem to be right. "Yes, madam. I, that's the first thing I think of when
you see it. I am a monastic rat, just like everyone in the flesh, I am and the flesh of
my mind is all. She smiled now kindly. It didn't make me feel any shame
or punishment. "Lead me and my cell, do not leave me in the rain, in the dark
without a horse, without a hand!" "Madam, I am your servant, if you will. "Never
tell anyone that!" she was cut off in anger. She stroked me
cheek and kissed me. "You will never give way to anyone. You will never be a
servant!” What distinguished the poison and kiss of brandy was the
feeling of bliss that a touch of magnifying glass gave. In the gas in the abyss like
forever stuttering and trembling running over my back, and the whole body of each
body crypt was felt full. I don't care what all this is anymore, or I'm still in the poison
power of, and all this like just decoys sensory disturbances of my body
created by the... Just everything was so clear and again it will flow in fog
and mud again - beautiful this time eternity ends her magnifiers disappearing
from mine. "Never," she says, "to no one." "Yes, madam." "I am not such a simple lady!”
My name is Meridian, monsignor happy I met you here.
My name is Gerbert.
The Mass is over.” "Yes, it's 3 after midnight." She investigates a
box. How does Meridian know this? Neither the moon nor the stars
see rain. "If you really want to teach me, will you bring me in a little bit?
I would never have taken anyone to lie there, and I would be
ashamed to be ashamed of the life
where I lead. “Next comes Ken… Meridian. I'll get good at them
candles and dinner. You will see! I will conjure you a monastery pleurisy.
Ha-ha, a little joy in my heart. Even from the sidelines, the joy just came out. And she started
laughing really. “Well, well, do you create sorcerers or rats for us in the theater and the
the monks table will make a feast on the. Yes, yes, let's watch the wake-up old bell and
Gbaloio. In the kitchen he is like a god! Ha-ha-ha she laughed from the heart
I wonder what I had to promise and what curses to hear, but there was both
Wine and feast. Only rats did not play for us in the theater, but we will
forgive them! I laid her on my bench. I settled me
next toon the floor. "Won't you come to bed?" As if in a misunderstanding, she asked,
“What's in bed? There's barely room for me, barely one! I haven't come
So long so far to sleep alone in the cold. If so, it's even better to freeze in the rain instead of sleep alone. Well, from a distance, really a little different temperament and mentality.
Or that isn't that what I always wanted and dreamed about?
At the same time, what would you say about that?
But hell, or wheel is not exactly at the dreams dreamed. moments when fate gives you
hands, and just some kind of prejudice and mind idiotic constructs that make you
intoxicated put your foot in the way. I took a breath. “Madam, sorry… Meridian, if you are
not bothered by snoring, which I am ashamed of, then with the greatest desire to share a bed with you .my bed. "Ha-ha-ha-h, dude, you don't get it!" She laughed. "Yes, even if dire, remember
I dream, scream, kick a lot and scratch. Because we will receive receipts, ha-ha-ha.” She smiles. Then the candle went out. Darkness felt safer and I stepped into my bed next to something Divine. I immersed myself in the swamp as I was led by my own acacia ... I here thrills could write, but my breath me every time I remember it,
and the feather hands, shakes my scattering mascara on all the sheets of paper that must start repeatedly. "I love you, Gerbert! You will be great.”
"Why does Meridian say that, why?" "I want my beloved to be men
honored among. I know you are depressed because of that.” "No, it's not like that ... well,
Maybe a little bit about me you know. "Whoa, don't excuse me! You just were in me. Why are you ashamed of me? You conquered me and are still inside me. Am I not a person close enough to you?” "Oh, sorry Meridian, I may be on the sidelines like a monk’s sidetalkin always.
I like ya talk in a silly way ya do. The same thoughts driven by desires. so, disguise known as. That would make it otherwise seem sacred. I also don't like training, although it is called prodigy me and miracle. Yes, I am Caribbean yes Caribbean. I'll take you here and respond when you the rain
call in. You wouldn't be so beautiful and tall; you would leave it in the rain.
Oh, forgive me for this naughtiness! Oh, please don't punish! Calm down! She
got out of bed. Come sit here on a chair, light a candle.
Where is this wine? We have not opened it at all. Look, she took
my hand. Take my hand to the table. Then by quick move she opened the amphora.
Listen carefully my Gerbert what I want to say to you, Gerbert. Try to understand either what I am saying!
I take a lot of risks; I don't know you so well. Gerbert you tomorrow
can be burned on stake together with me you see so be vise!
I understand. But why? was it all meant for?
Such small as needle fear began to take over my mind.
You, are you the witch Meridian? At least a lovely one.
I will not tell anybody believe me; I will not tell you about anyone.
I am not of them. I'm here more to share the same values as you. I just don't call it magic.
asking you not to be afraid, are you a witch? Tell me to understand! Gerbert, I don't know what a witch is, and I believe you couldn't define it for me either, but I know for sure that there is enough flock to me. See burn with flames. Gerbert, you want me to believe, how I really want
whom I see the light of some cryptic hope in this darkness you are my Prometheus, you
are this candle. Saying this, the extinct candle lit up and in
the small lights as a lament in the fire
came from above or as the fiery tongue of the holy spirit in the works of the apostles.
Again, this oscillation from the clear carnal rain and wind
gust to the nirvana of the kiss from the skin touch of the carnal body to the
agitated cooperation of the members, where words have no place, so the movement and feeling of sweat through the primary dance unfolds. pouring into a complete biblical phantasmagoria,
A heretical mystery about some of the nightmares or blessings only saints can run into.
Some kind pentatonic from the bell euphory sick mind produces in multiple series. or I am already slowly running out of my mind now. here in the basement and in the ridge, or the
Closing brandy has not these done its own thing and dissolved the clarity of my mind for years,
or yet my prayers and deepest desires have really been fulfilled. I
look into her eyes. she holds my hand at the table and another open-brimmed
amphora for the sacrament of the priest's sacrament. she pours half a cup
of wine from the amphora, then I felt my hand pressed tighter to the
Table she removes a hairpin whose wine tip is a blade trite
"Gerbert", his feeling, and it sounds like an exam again, just more
important last my sweetheart says, or I would like to write this down in a clearer,
more detailed way, but you would never
read it, so going on in the flow was like I felt I heard I lived.
dear Gerbert, I dedicate myself to you, my spirit, my flesh. Do you step in to love me? only me
More than anything and never letdown? That's all I ask for!
felt embarrassed. here everyone would shout yes, yes, of course the little fool! Logically,
what is it all about? So, I can't. I know who I am, I know my nature and
why this, as well as the footsteps I promise, seems unfeasible to me. I don't know how my thoughts and nature will change; what motives will guide me tomorrow. Which I will be after years. How do I promise something at all? She asks for something honest that I
can't promise ... but I know that without promising,
this night will be a dream to remember and cry for eternity
or a promise ?? she repeats, and I break something inside myself.
The promise. my eyes tears begin to flow. I felt as if I had killed my child, betrayed me
closest friend. an aching and invisible blade breaks my heart. I see her smiling now, but I do not see that the answer would have caused confidence in what was said. in my hand, which is already numb, and I did not feel like my own, the sharp end of the buckle pierces along the line of life, followed by wisdom, and then a lake of blood forms in the palm of my hand. drops roll on the table. She looks directly into me through my eyes. the smile seems full of sadness as if she were hearing my thoughts and the true essence of what I was thinking in the dark corners of my mind. She raised my hand over the jar-grail thing and made drops of blood fall on her,
stirring imperceptibly together. She is a witch who really speaks inside my mind directly without saying anything by mouth.
So, I watched this unprecedented act. as the goblet was filled, he removed his hand from it and
brought my pierced palm closer to his magnifiers, then starting with the tongue to it go
let like a dog, and indeed the scar stopped the bleeding and the numbness had
passed. she removed from her neck
small bottle and poured its contents into a beaker. nothing noticeably happened,
no smoke or light appeared as seen in the alchemists
mysteries of the. she took the cup in both hands, picked it up a bit and said
this wine is my blood that is given to you
"my blood I thought of" every time you remember me when you enjoy it
please don't forget she took and drank from the cup and half gave it me
I drank my blood in the wine I wonder it tasted like wormwood
or spruce needles with menthol wine as close I can imagine the best.
it wouldn't have been in vinegar, or what is so
potent in Meridiane’s small bottle is not in my blood for Shure.
Taste is kind of alien by nature witchcraft at the best.
well the cup was empty, I left it on the table. she knelt at my feet, raised her eyes and said thank you. I, too, unable to
hold such a sudden humility, resembled him from the chair with him.
she approached again and kissed me.
we became like mad animals that, when awakened by the spring rays of the sun.
We run into a wild carousel of lust. Somewhere at the all the unprecedented
culmination of paradise, I hear a rooster crowing ... now, for the seventh
time, I have begun to realize that there is some
reality that morning is coming, and I am in a monastery with a goddess.me in
next to bed, as well as the bell and the kitchen boy are by no means the only
inhabitants of the monastery.one last time I try to fall into a sweet
dream, so that for a moment to enjoy this happiness,
it finally doesn't work out anymore, so the excitement grows ... at one point
she wakes up, grabs my head tightly ... and yes maybe that's how it
ended. fairy tales with a bad ending. she says so uncomfortable "I am now leaving you Gerbert, please don’t try to look for me. There is a need for some work to be done on my side". Then of course pessimist in me raised his hand in the air and pointing to the sky, tip, I'll take said that you
thought that everything will be different.
everything will be fine, nice, superb, happy, loving. now here you
have as expected. no matter how expected taking the negative overall my life,
the scenario of it did not in any way diminish the bitterness.
I felt as we decided to suck through the slits of the heart. she continued: “But, dear, do not be afraid and do not grieve, I will make you the highest man you could become today. Take it for granted!” Don't leave me, now you wake up and seeing how
fast she dresses all the clothes and gets her hair with a buckle, I
repeat now in my voice. I'm not leaving you, Gerbert, I must go and take the
time to do my part, you just don't forget what you promised!
And I'll be back soon, you'll see. years will not have four signs
entered as I will be. deem some dough sounds like bells again this morning. She came,
kissed so briefly, making me feel like a baby, which is torn away from the newly
known breast. Short goodbye does not make the moment even easier for me.
Shut the doors and lonely, calm, drone buzzing filled my head.
morning light ray a single morning light ray. Short moment it hits straight in my window. Suddenly for one second light was taken over my room, My prison. Then I suddenly got such a bad feeling as I fell into all the worst sins of the world and I decided to look forward to the future. Soon I almost forget this dream or nightmare.
Small bright star was able to shine with the morning light right in my eye`s
The minute ago, she was here just next to me and so real, so clear, and now
As far away as this Morning Star she’s gone as a dream, do I was dreaming?
Come back my one and only. My Rising Star my havens Bright.
Strange Princess of my heart. I am looking for wound, but hand is clean,
as there newer be any vound at all, and no even one drop of blood left anywhere.


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Without abandoning me, I wake up and see her fling off all the paintings and take her hair with a button, I hear a voice. I don't leave you Herbert, and I have time to fill my part. I'll come to you soon, you'll see you don't have four snakes.



From the humidity, he heard calls again. She kissed it.



she made me think, and I was a baby that was detached from my chest.



Good-bye, let the road be easy.



the door opened and the ears of loneliness filled with rust.



my prison, my prison, looks into my room.



we married in all the evil sins of the world.



A little sparkling star, nimble enough to hit my face.



everything I had was as clear and as clear as only.



The Morning Star, my Oriental Princess...



Chapter # # # 8



I haven't seen ee up to 999 anymore, as a monastery rat myself.



or maybe even in the highest period of time.



Ma' am already



not forgetting that he remembers some memory and dream regiment.



I won't!



Ashu's tune and other effects will not affect her family's position, and my ambivalent grace for being a bad joke of fate.



I know playing in the past is the greatest engine



Such a double game that two species around my soul, incomprehension, poison or medicine are given. I was in Córdoba again in hospitable hospitality to Abdul Al Hazream and the private library where I was shown.



a pearl that is emblazoned with such a world. A lot of things can be done here,



if something else is decided. This unusual moment for this night audience



locked people prayed for a sleeping bed.



I'm like a thief, but a thief who stole an honest man.



whoever took me to his house made his own gift. How disgusting.



the great servant and all Christian churches now look on from me. I don't complain about it for a second or anything. True fate led me to the throne, the clearer.



I see the day. The day his door closed and his memory fell out



the mist turns only upward. The lobby I brought from height, with visits that happened there. The paranoid comes after me



A lonely and quick dog sent something to translator, councillor, and Satan.



I was taught by Córdoba when I was in Rome, and my friend, the closest, was the Emperor. The menacing liar, like a menacing and even a spell, was attached to the sacred chair.



more likely, decorative regiments of friends, but a broad “U” steering is that I have ears and doors on my foot on my wall that, when I go, open in the evenings, someone has even committed Abdullah Hazara charges, which are already witnesses and finished papers, who will usually be dealing with another stock when in most cases they become mine.



I bent over the heavy stones.



Stealing with Zoozete's hum will be one-time to me, and another card I know will be placed on the table.



I know my take back and forth. I'm on it already



when Ee brought me again.



Just by the fact that I'll have a planet or some sort of philosophical intoxication obsession,



necronomicon. The book I've received is heresy “Нирономиctika” and “Damn” that alone could be burned on fire.



Says such deep old knowledge, which refers to the formation of an ancient deity originally used for iron gold, a highly qualified necroman can drain. So they abandoned their craftsmanship, and they had wrists, that Zeļtz had a chrome shirt that soon died or died, or the patronage of his own master. If that fee can also be without my crazy thinking,



In addition, ona would serve sacred land to restore or dedicate time to the flame of darkness.



for a while, I convince myself that I am comforted by my era of life that evil will not be.



goddamn it!



Starsage drives to the sky boat as if someone whispers her name and says that hearing about what you hear from heaven will be in the house.



The deserts of the caravan in the Star can find that ships are floating in formulas in desert law. Roman letters, as I live, must be one of those Arab smarts I read reading the dead book I understand, and life is passed on to him.



on the starry ships and the distant living creatures living in endless areas of gods, a living spirit disappears and spirit disappears.



there is an existence that should only be quantified and translated into all possible atomic thoughts, each of which is expressed in mass figures, and only disappeared.



It's the fire Prometheus brought to us something she wants to clear.



Already, the former angel-nymph or the feelings of the god itself



what I had was nothing but that we had no chance.



continuous. Maybe now, too, these feelings and insanity are obsessed with me.



But here everything is made of iron, told what I've done.



I'm looking forward to the ship I'm looking for. But the storm rises and guards the shores,



The wind-roaring harpies, with waves, realize that the sky is not damaging the earth.



The zipper was still angry that the wrath of the gods vanished all day, but then the thunder and scaly dancer flying over the ground scattered around the ground, and the wolf and lawyer threw such powerful boats into the water that storms flew to shore. I just had time to escape until the tavern was gone.



He was attacked on the grave, and he had heard of the storms, that they had drowned.



At night, there are so many people with curiosity who wander through the beaches of Port Liv.



when ferns escape in the nation, there are sailors and a girl, and a girl...



such a pretty and beautiful girl grabs me.

take it hurriedly. Please take me to the seed. And take me to the ety.

room



closely closed and closed Meridian flesh and clear reality



which makes me think about giving me peace.



Chapter # # # 9



And again the dream is cold, where a mountain town with injured wings

autumn wounds, alive, leave body shaken, thick

steam rises on ice and all slow ice grave and all ee

hot blood on the north glow reflecting that view

The spiritual nightmare makes them Smalling and beautiful. Moving

ice and steam are already disappearing and falling on the ground with a huge blanket of snow.

There are no curved sparks frozen in composite,

something similar to the fact that these Points are lower than ice layers,

as a general rule, another blue light is pulled from the bottom of the push,

and the top half of the blue dance flies out of depth

a gulp of ice, but the spark was from the waves, but only the emptiness.

because of the worldwide beating of uranium,

The sensual feelings of Merigan. The emit is becoming quieter,

ever quieter, more alive...



the kind of radiation cod that passes through the ice roof...



or is her mind distorted, and a male can create a vision for whispering to Words radio...



"Yeah...



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. Web, dwe.f,. prijem



.,.,. carica. The NBA has...



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Dr. hota gudok A...



Take him to Slok's pots. Go to this place.



Levy vampire.



Carica NEBA prijem Po VSem...



“dfd...



EF 'but then there's nothing but radiation pissing that along with light and skill to disappear will never come back...



it's a frozen winter that will never end. Silvester wakes up in his sleep, looking at the sleeping girl he met this morning. Is she dreaming about understanding this vision, whether it was a bronze-headed job, where my clarity and sensuality of the Meridian already takes its power. I wake up, shake the girl and scream, and I close my mouth, looking at her calm face, and you say she sent me, you Meridian? 'You, she wakes up again, if you love me, I know what you're saying, I know what you're saying, I know what you're saying, I know what you're saying.



Just promise you don't spend the mesa on Jerusalem Ludza, and you must die there, in the archives of the future, if you have been warned, then the archives will be unfair. I promised you an oath, but if you die like me, then I'll go to Jerusalem, why don't I get away? She looks at me and says,



I promise not to go!



Well, all those promises again. 'Thank Herbert, I want you to come into my room like you can hate when you go to bed, and I'll love you for a lot of nights, and then I'll sleep with you, the rumours roam, you're ready for it.'



I mean, I dreamed of a dream too, but the hot touch of lipstick and fire sets me up, and the happiness of death forgets me. When I returned, my youth, painting me, walked somewhere she had done, but she could look at her beautiful face like her body and Ada's sweet tastes, she enjoyed the most divine love of Afroditis Kampala and Venus. It's strange when, in the dark corners of the department, in the dark corners of the department, some terrible alarm holds him in love. It can happen that I only know what I know. It's not that marriage, but rather Gustav than me, is an even bigger trail. The day she teaches me about reckless treason all night is coming to a festive, but in the lobby I go to Jerusalem. Atoms are figures and figures from each number, and each of them can read the whole world a philosophical stone such as a chest, and a bronze head created by her father.



It will soon be over, and everything she and Mum have lost. WE call it MES and we save little. These books and old writings...



but the fact that the stone is not dried...



I have to remove the Bible and look FOR THINGS to save the books...



that we taught his art to call something necromancy...



and what if we don't lie, then our lord's blood and body control her veins, but now I enjoy her flesh and drink her blood. She says I won't die. If so, why not go to Jerusalem if I didn't die to see death...



more than I can see, there is more and more talk about uncertainty and worry, and she will no longer return a step or step aside when I look at him as calmly as he is on his chest, without trembling and breathing imperceptibly. Such a peaceful man, I think, was able to think about sleeping because of dark chairs.



The sister sitting on her cheek played with my light. The beauty is that human flesh is not like his. 3 years of love for drinks is not fortunately anyway, or maybe not fortunately for my post has some problem, but the result of pleasure doesn't do it for me. I want him to like some fruit, and every day I just remember a note and don't see the end. One of the lessons was followed by others, someone else realized that ten times had not been involved. She fears that if I don't have Janukov, who knows Abdul Al-Hazaré to make a bronze head, then also in the necromanship he has read now - what can happen will end up winning. Then what immortality or yet mortal or immortal...



I don't understand, and I think she doesn't know how to translate oracles, just as I can translate words she says in bronze heads, only she hears and understands what she is talking in the chest. It would be easy to do this if it had been tested and exhausted several times.



All the rope we know, and those we don't know as hippies or Pitagor, teach me if we had teachers, that Cordoba would be surprised and foreign. I can't invite anyone, or the people will find him. Then some benefit is that the secret is not so Turkish. So the time passed, and when I was leaving, I left one, but one left my gold buffet behind the banned switch, but then released him to jail one day. On three swords is wine and bread from a potion of alchemy. But she can't come to her.



If anything happened to me, on Cell's walls about her catacombs, it really makes me worry about being obsessed with all the weird holes or human buggies. At night I can't sleep the thoughts of colts learning in mythology with a love landscape becoming ever more vague and talented every day. The Mass would be outside Jerusalem, a cathedral of the cathedral where the shepherd's house was built.



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# # # Chapter 10


there you can only throw without pain without any pain, without any me.



until I'm not your wife. If Madame and other bloody nights cost the most important or unhappy of the brigades, if you call me in the name, if you know, I'm not Maria Magdalene - neither I nor Meridian, nor Marianne Herbert Isa Ozzy, remember only this oar of Al-Ama?



Aware that his end was coming, Silvester expressed public appreciation for his sins against the prophecy and Meridian warnings, and even the megabyte prevented him from leaving for Jerusalem, and just as he died at the end of Mass. The unseen strength of the demon gripped the shed like bread, but no drop of blood fell to the ground, but the lie lay on her forehead, her eyes lying on the altar.



His body was moved to Rome. The big barrier walk. Even the most ruthless Scats and the frightened crowd couldn't convince Meridiane to leave the bar.



In the near term, she, like the former guards herself, opened the sarcophagus and went to her Herbert. The meridian sleeps in St. John Lateran in Basilica. Those who visited the guests told stories, a thick cloud of smoke sometimes comes out because you hear strange things in the evenings.



the branch and light underground oscillations come from the sarcophagus and will remain strong.



condensing dew on statues and fences...



let everyone understand and think about it.



I'll just say again, “Remember THE POWER of HEAVEN, call me in name so loud that the earth and lightning turn into a threatening star behind the horizon” so you'll take you out of your mother to finish with the sun 9 times if the day and hour have been decided, and you won't have the slightest fault of my father's moms, or maybe I'll stay guilty for my mother, or maybe I'm going to be guilty to my father's mom, or maybe I'm not going to be guilty to my father's mom, or maybe I'm not going to be guilty.



I'll say good-bye to me, but I'll never know with me again, but now I'll say good-bye to the silhouette.



SHE won't see you, as I promise, I won't give you away.



just don't forget my name!



my quiet consciousness, the vague dark sarcophagus, the unfathomable creature I know on the map, made me pull through stone slabs like ants, like ants, that from Egyptian jewels they eat and grab small bombs in my body, not to mention that Cohen and it are just Spekki, and as soon as she does, he alone doesn't hear the word “space” in the space, and as if you don't hear the word “space” in the space, and then, as if a chasm of the word “space,”



and hunger is absolute, I'm sucking in my unhappiness.



there is no sound, no sound, no sound, no word, no word, no word.



USAGE USAGE, RESPONSIBLE MINDS



You are my wise God and you will find your memories.



if you find me and find me, she'll take a Thai tablet out of the water from the drawer, but at the end of the corridor, without a flashlight or candle, a mass resembling the goddess of the sacred Byzantine icons, unlike the painting of Byzantine icons, and unlike the aggressive assailant she used, Anne pointed to her. Hang on, the Meridiane stops, turns to the sister you like after years. Anne looks at you, but I hate you all the time, but it's not what's on your neck, not what we think you were very small, without any burden of time. Along the path, I know you took Soma with you not to create him again, and anyway, there will be no least hatred for our best, and if you meet him again in Kurzema, then if you go back to him, I will not go to let anyone ever spare us, and if you live in the hope that your hope will be lost, then if you don't try to think about it, you won't just fight your fantasies and imagined love jobs so you can't make sure you've lost your mind and splashed this inconceivable valuable price.



all of your fantastical altar donated to you that I am not fond, but now if you go to him she looks up that she is true and holds out her hand, 'says the Meridiane with her hand, and in the only way to Sister, the elusive look, the door is closed under an open, inconceivable step, and the spirit of life, and the spirit of life, and the spirit of blood. spirit eats from the open Scotch Country tent, , heart, all cryogenic customers, all customers, all kliogest customers, and hope to lose a card. Ivanovsky's power of desire and fantasy appeared in his form.



on the throne, the animator talks, rotating in all straight directions, to maximize the bullet it should take on the whole of the earth's mantle and fine mineral layer, to remove an interpreter from the lawyer and call a fisherman's voice an assistant. I open my eyes from the hot sun.

on my new day!



# # # Chapter 11



“I'm not a lady, I'm not a lady,” she said.



Fabricio, bļaģ, will find Rachel even more Ricky, but one of them has survived, but at night there are burns at us in the boat, but I have paralysis from the Des Dykestrium in Paris...



ma'd am, I find out to you a little that you have no chance of him drinking everything to drink.



the fisherman gives me his rumours that the first Rome, the first Roman, can become methanol, and some others confuse something I can now understand...



let me thank you for falling asleep...



There are no live horses in the Meyer, the young boy will certainly come to the Fabricio...



in a factory...



How pleasing is it that I like my doctor?



he looks at me in Vernon De-mo's face, where I'm called a chaplain, and what such a lovely lady does to Sylvia's Fort or???



Probably because her back and the whole party Emma as a goat creature looks like he doesn't work so she needs to load and charge a new date...



one of the saviors in his nightmares is neon decorative teaching, which I think is a very practical innate debilidad debilising...



I think the marasma itself, with every lob, accused the fact that once, honestly, the old hordes and hard forebears make them feel that they are perhaps in a nightmare so bloody disgusting that people are already saying something about the dead on the road, so I'm glad you were on 3 hours of sleep.



we're getting soap and rubbing off the frenzy, and I'll get it easier...



“What did you do?” I first felt a naked factory factory and picked up Emma on that shirt, or, as if calling, he was cut off and stained with an ash trail, anyway, a bag of straw with a bag of straw at least something like a monk's painting.



not such a coarse fabric that it's not such a coarse fabric that they brought me into the flowers with a cascade, I think, so that at least the weather will at least like it. Well, just don't say with shutters, but I see we abandoned the coast and now I see some devastation and horror on the cladding of horrors...



we go to the fort parking lot where it has stayed and its occupiers don't eat everyone...



Well, part of the choking and nonsense, it's not so horrible that my whole expedition is a Malacca dish, yes, all my hands and everybody throws on A pine jacket.



only now the tricks are not my choice, but the fact that I have put on my wife a primitive feeling of sensuous feeling that is a sweet sweet liar, and people who seemed to be sneering at the past and uncontrollably good that I will no longer lose it, but what with the inevitable destruction must be done...



If I have some direct happiness in a brick somewhere, then he won't go anymore, but I didn't feel as if I'd stopped wearing the bloody rag from another sleeping room.



what is called a pyroclastic wire...



What is clasteriness?



Mona Senor...



No, I'm not OK OK. Biscuits, I think, don't wail, don't say, “DoD” wipes off the faviticio, but then somewhere out there pulls a finger on a volcano, or, more correctly, the place where the finger was a volcano, and now everyone can say Ivo is a new depth.



I was...



up to the fort of Sylvia...



I know what else will happen to give you hope?



“Well, I don't know exactly how I can't get the RA shore from here,” I'll take it right away, and then the only perspective is Gea, who seems to be not from France, but the press doesn't follow the fact that she's not guilty anymore, "apologizes Mrs Sylvia, but here's such a beautiful Madona for others to jog...



what a convict to make others joke...



A strong barrel or between flattened ghosts of ash...



but this beautiful Madonna felt I was kidding again.



Do you know that the captain feels the captain on the ship or where? Isabelle's pink sail and steam engine are so tired...



I'm sorry not because you, if I sympathize with my private masters and swear I have talent on the day Vernet died. I've never lied to any animals. There's such an obsession.



well, if you're kind, if you're kind and so on, what will you say to the stimulus?



mademoiselle must have wandered the map if one boat had stayed with us in fishing, there would be no hunger since the captain didn't feel me, something you say, and then, two or three days until the guards were swimming in the fort, but I, if you see, you will understand why Sylvia's fort.



“So you're going to hire me, not hire me?”



a woman threw a crucifix at me, seeing me drifting down the ground like ghosts.



A little warmth pulled me as someone else adorned, but there Maria counted Malacca's demonium: “Oh, well, if you promise that the Commander of the Bosses will meet in the barrel...”



well, I think until Gibraltar! Is it not true that the sick person eats...



well, my lady, where our course will be delivered...



???



on Gibraltar...



Wonderful, but then Otto Cooper was an Italian.



Where did Proviant and our brave team of lawyers ferro simio and full and empty bottles?



who can't see where the berth is burning?



Holy Virgin Mary



how can it be a god, ma' am, on the day the gun was scared and there was a three-dimensional schooner with a pink sail like what he sank...



Is anything wrong? or about the little ship, Mrs. St. Mary, leaving the cross and frightened before he calls the ship “Madame”, in honor of some old recognition!



Stop chatting...



Yes, Mum, he soon has an oven and a couple of steam cars, talk about his meditation...



Finally, the man fell into bed in normal clothing. For a moment I feel very good, I've been with me so long ago... the meridian is a good ship.



The manager hangs over the speech in the Polar Star, and for a moment the whole world lands for a moment.



...



vessel of Meridiane and, or Marianna, and that is neither a ship nor a human being



...



Chapter # # # 12



Aurora Legend



While the ship went north, everyone was bored.



Marianne jumped out of the cellar. The free evening of the team with cultural elements. The captain locked the steering wheel. Fabricio lay under the sail.



...



Since we don't have television, we're in small quantities to create the theater's dramatic game. I had an idea and I typed Snowball or say a fairy tale (the authors point out that it's actually the famous fairy tale of itself). PD...



it's not funny, I noticed you're a creative Frenchwoman, but poetry and fairy tale is something new and a little scary, to tell Captain Shizo: D, shut up and listen.



...



.



Once, Princess Aurora played with a needle from an iron needle and nudged the terrible eradication of her wiring.



the mighty thermal inferno burned all the lines of life, and Aurora disappeared into eternal death...



she's buried in the old king's cemetery...



somewhere in her Chinese tradition, all valuable parts were removed with such a disgusting precaution to avoid the grave Reiders who had planned to enter the tomb. The mother of the princess and all Palestinians have since been immersed in deep grief. Here the story can end with applause in Ludza...



hahahahah here.



then she laughed aloud. IF to



Far from such a famous Lord (regiment), one blacksmith wants to make money to support his family and crafts when, when returning home from the city market breaks the fatal mistake, then looks into the pub to drink a sad drink. He had a bad day in the market, no one is buying...



and none of the made watches are sold. They lower their anger to the bridge, crossing the creek river. There, watches like small ships leading to the sea resembled little compasses, even some starting to call with delight. He asks for a drink and says he will return cash when sales get better. She says Alfred has found depth, but she can relax a little from her salary. Once a blacksmith repaired her mechanic's doll, in fact only the doll's head...



some drunk and didn't fall as Already gets dark, but the wind is starting to rot, and the big raindrops, like rumours, touch the courgettes' window. Malaha I have to go home.



...



Way home like hell!



A pair of pines crashed into a bright zipper, splitting old trees. The bright, dazzling blacksmith drops to the ground as he returns to the burning splinters of wood scattered and melted in the sand, where he still shines like menacing eyes. I or the crazy, is it you, Satane, who came to amuse me...



and then, seeing a zipper insert the beautiful young girl into pink clothes. Somewhere on my body that covered scary wounds.



The drops of blood that fall into the earth look like blue diamonds. She looks at the blacksmith while trying to stand up and walk, but her eyes immediately turn in the same place, “help...” just whispers. His hands are closed. The blacksmith sounds.



THE GIFT OF THE NIGHT!



In hell, where you were drunk again, why are you doing this, think about the fact that we no longer have cows or grains...



I'm going to leave tomorrow! It's not possible. The door drills with noise into the rain with the wind. 'Shut up Christine, bring towels and alcohol to the kids to know.' The Virgin you're collecting in your house is crazy? 'says Christine, pausing, helping me on the table, taking towels, stopping blood... on the floor, on the floor, towels, Maria on the towel. The man you bring brings us and you read. The children bring a gulp and shout with delight: "The father brings us a witch...



it's going to be funny.



Red oxygen!



..



My lady looks at me only in consciousness. Give me an alcove wife, take or oven. Wash the clock in the inner cross. His pechni clears, no, there is no gentleman in the world, and he has no servants and slaves, and she knows that in a nightmare with some kind of speech or frames. To say again that he has another blacksmith and a bloody embankment. It's a terrible thing that the compound breaks all over the house, but she screams again from the table where I feel something. When the blacksmith calms down and explains what happened, he seems stupid. RL: But you're starting to feel you feel you feel if you're no longer crap …



I'm the sword of sky wisdom and the beating of Sophie. The daughter of sky-washing in angels and the light-carrying, as well as St. Ann and the meridian, something disappears in my lovely Coyne.



But, after all, something heavenly that I feel good about. I vowed to swear that I had sworn that, as long ago, I had no chance, but now I must have been mad and confused that I felt something in my heart too. She leans over to the mirror and sees her face. Half of the angels hug each other, or some fabric, and a delicate fabric, and look tenderly, she falls on the floor near the wall, and tears flow over her face. “She brings her a handkerchief and loves her,” she assured him as her child.



the blacksmith is still walking and one minute against this gospel...



I have the idea that I don't know, but the only angel I've ever known is our princess-shitty princess-Aurora, who had long settled in the grave of the rulers...



I am ashamed to create my own fears, which could further hasten the tribes and ashes of the market. I had to face pastures. From which I could hear the same thing as Aurora, and I even knew where to go, and maybe throw in a grave with your lion. God forgive me for this sin, but in order to preserve the deep dead ceramic, even if Sha, he would have felt his new generation and peace and peace.



The blacksmith broke from the sword of heaven into the king's chapel, broke into Aurora's body with artifacts with the angel sector, so the cruel young being had not yet been born. For that and him, Bogano was rewarded so generously that they were appointed to the holders of Regia's registers and lived, if hardly alone, and were almost happy. But she is no longer normal. And live on the horizon are masts, it's the Imperial Fleet hunting for pirates.



Try to raise Captain Roger, that's your job. That's exactly what I want with a taranet.



you know you give more to have enough time, and if you and I were driving, you were a funny captain of Monsignor Shizo.



This is a description of them going to stillness, with Marian, and both men on the beach have an evening, so I don't want him to go to the accommodation. The story is incoherent. Where the wheat of the red deity burned in Masshambam, Bianca's pulse “HEART” burned.



# # # 13. 27175784



“Long-shorted” is a modern protagonist, to which I put myself as a prototype for the semi-randomly created ANTICIPATION and reanimate Meridian Inanna Magdalene Isa, who wants to get to heaven that the sky “ANN hen”...



it won't go there with a huge doubt but “die” and “die” with the word “die” named “die”.



dev: Private Bianca



Bianca: we must go to “Baikonur”



dev: Is it a weir glitch?



Bianca: It's not a glitch or failure and that we will be going to Baikonur!!! and must reach a place not late as

12 April 06:07



Hello: Congratulations if you don't walk this branch from the parking lot, right in the day.



Bianca: Tell-ha

Dev: The vortex of Ivory won't support the cordovan A of the variety here.



Bianca: If filming “Lights” movies on the Internet, he could buy a pirate foreskin-aha pirate. Forest reader, if the wheat ticket has she a pirate long ago,



...



if “WhatsApp message” were married, then a small portion of the delicacies that would have dedicated the Templars' tactics, and phone calls that apparently didn't drum up fluffy slippers, not cans, but that server



motto: If Aa Bianca vortex: drink the sweet poison for the young pharaoh



the plane talks about an alarm that illuminates the newspaper lights, and she hears in her voice that I won't leave you, even if you think it doesn't. Do you know I think you can do it?



There will be nothing far from the chest mask, but it is nothing but the smell of de hermitization. She is sad



image: Promise to love only me, but I give you eternity, and you will sit in the realm of heaven on your right hand and as never, as ever.



I love you and Meridian.



airplanes fly with a special noise, the eyes of the senseless dream are darkening, and I see the desert on the trail in the hills of Mora Sea, or the lake turning into a huge, infinitely dark blue sky without any stars, that is what Palmer had meant with the unspoken word “Starless.” With an even lower layer of pager, I feel a narrow, wavy wave running out like a mirror, but then another and even deeper concentric wave, and I see them being born out of the sky in a strange dance of diamonds or spilling rain. I look up and up in the sky, where their dark pearl barely notices, as this star turns into the Great Star, and even more vivid, and a more vivid light says that the sun rises in the sky, while an upward sun rises above the horizon rather than rises above the horizon. The earth says that the Villas rise on the water, dust rises from the ground, and there is a wind coming from the southern waves of the land itself, and together with the blue light they form an elite Shine of nature, which, like Armageddon, hurls into the water and strikes them along the coast, hitting them on the surface, and hitting them against me with a huge tsunami. But about 3 centimeters before my nose Tsunami, the wave is sliced, while water boils in a boiling intestine, and two walls standing on a wall touch my hand to touch mercy.



A gleaming bullet, called the silhouette, is coming through the water valley, which she knows. The ball rocks around my neck, and at the moment Aishu's bullet is on her knees, she stands on my knees and she's naked, and she's naked that in the endless fractious everything you can see can disappear. Her lips are pink, like a cherry or a battered Bull's blood, because I hear the crackle of a geyser, I hear the crackle of a geyser, but that in my head, the fact that thousands of snakes are poisoned with teeth in each eye and the mouth of a cobra, each of which can kill me with a hundred glasses. She presses my eyes, looks into my eyes, and she paralyzes me and the quiet, as if someone reads your thoughts and your heart. I even know what she's looking for and what she wants to know. Fear and excitement suddenly engulfs me, and I realize it's a moment when it happens to me at all points of the infinity fracture. Whatever I say, I want to scream and scream as I love her every day, when the Inquisitor torments my spirit, how many nights and days I awoke in the sun, and prayed for a month if it were easier. “I love to scream at you, but the whole body and mouth are lies and I feel her heart is full of love for what I feel, as the railroad cries, that Sulphur acid burns me, but I wake up to not destroy the moment,” I wake up after help.



mask: Dr. ukol, a stinking pulse...



a van with rage understands that we are not in Europe and not on a tarred road.



The phone calls the phone, who gestures nervously but then looks at me and confirms something.



sister: Yes, ma' am...



...



And if ahead...



These comforts clouded the whole painting a little, I don't know what a coward is, but now the reality is already a deep coward. I'm brought into the drawing room, explained for a very long time to the old lady v Registering, she picks up her phone and calls someone, but I feel it's not a normal thing. After the phone is on the table, she nods to the massive Sanitary, picks me up with the same stretcher and falls back into the fast van, but then I get lost in the movie, and the van goes to a villa or guesthouse near the house at the end of Gagarin Street, and the fact that he looks different, that the purple-colored roof is down the perimeter of 12 small houses, maybe I don't even know what the horse's dogs are, or maybe I don't know that dogs are horses.



My stretcher was taken out of the van and went out in the middle of the courtyard, but the sanitary climbed into the van and locked the gate. I see these little houses opening without windows, but the direct dogs or wolves running out, outbreaking into the frame of Hawaiz, what I thought would come to an end soon, but walking to me and setting a circle around twelve doors, mistress walks out of the door somewhere at the age of 60, and I see beasts i see them returning to their huts, and the doors, she shuts down and walks to me, pulls out of some antique syringe, finds my vein and presses a needle that, not to mention what looks like my hand from inside.



It is common sense that I have the huge mutant, the huge mutant, and every Santi meter from the inside.



Well, I thought I'd never expected you to be Gran's fairy tales, but not for free, but as I thought you were so shocked, not too much time until 4 p.m. to get into the startup complex, not too much time to go in to get you a little rest and leave this shit, and I have to understand that I have to do it all that way. it would be right.



sitting on the sofa, she brings me a strong black fabric.



I'm probably not going to say anything, but all these years this silence and emptiness...



we're sitting on the road, at least these two hours we gave up for extra years...



two hours before he was put on a trolley, she had a mug of climbers' gear, and Kalashnikovs gave me a gun, at least until the gate opened, and plunged north to the north.



fortunately, you won't see anyone in the oil, and you won't shoot anyone for any burden.



At some huge wind that had turned into the mine, Buran stepped in, turned a secret door to the wall, and saw that a light green card showing people, a glazed room, says “transformers.” Let's go frighten. On the ninth underground floor there were herbs pulling on blue compression terraces, and a great rush that, in the small meter, people in honor of the adjutant, raising their arms on the subway, dragged him to the starting cloak, where a filthy N1 bunker lay on the doorway, he swooped into the small door, where a further ten-twelve dark canvas and protective glass lay on the doorway. his eyes, and as soon as he, in a clean door with an insoluble “H1” Suze, he rushed to the little door at 4:32 to throw himself at the little door, where a further ten-twelve dark paintings and fuses. The door was closed, and she said she was speaking.



I nodded, and soon the small locomotive from the underground two cranes lifted the vertical housing of spaceship, where around 06:07 it was said that the main “Those” cartridges probably disappeared for a moment, the wind, and the sky flew to him, and then I ran to him, and I finally got out of the ground.



// byte for notes///12 April 1961 06:07 East-1-012A East-3A// Pilot flight



Finals Views



“Bianca_meridiane” (serpentine wing) opens, the sky opens, and on the throne “AN” is a desert town, and there is no more valley called “S-Andrea”, which is likely to be called “S-Andrea”, which is likely to close for the sarcophagus “S-Andrea” and I run by modular retro to raise the ship to raise the ship only for orbital maneuvers and volumes. A clear rule awakens in the reenter of the reentry. I closed my eyes to the film, landed on the fish and fell on the fire meteor, stripping out the tunnel sky behind it, followed by huge puddles of the city, all the steppes from here to the great nightmare Bombarded in a joke.



the finale of the final fight in the world



Tunguska No 2 followed by side effects



the whole north clearing to the grandiose grandad and the second table-wire, or the forgetfulness where they have,



the meridian that there is a famous angel-triumphal from painting icons



a miracle is sent to his fern prince, but none of them is lifted from a nuclear-weapons regulation war already known for 2 pl cultists around the world, and who had a prediction for sea water, while our little blue dot lit up in the fire lands, from two poles, from both poles, from both poles to be in the space room between two poles.



The hands of the meridian descend into the imploded sphere and in a soft mystified environment that is in no rush to express itself...



soft microparticles that the empty bodies of tiny needles in the subway have been transformed into plasma and, like the fabric of plasma fire disappearing from the bottom of the arctic glacier, the one that died from the silhouette of the earth, stained with a dull arctic Aurora.



The death of the meridian. (The words of Chapter 9 recur in Herbert's sleep)



And again, the dream is cold, where a mountain town with injured wings and red wounds, alive, alive, leaves the body of the shaken body, the thick vapor rises on the ice, and all her slow ice grave, and all the hot blood in the north glow, reflecting that the look of a mental nightmare makes them vivid and beautiful. The moving ice and vapor are already disappearing and falling on the ground with a huge blanket of snow. 'The unpretentious sparks frozen in composite condition - something similar to the fact that ice flowers have grown to frosty layers that usually draw such a blue light from under Gestate, and the top half of the pale-blue dance is departing from the depths of the icy ice, but only the emptiness of the Uranium Gust raging around the world was pounding around the world like the sensual feelings of Meridian. And the ether hissed more and more quietly.



the kind of radiation noise that passes through the ice roof...



is her mind disappearing and it's a vision, in words...?



Yeah...



Yeah...



“Прием здесь СД, ФС ,,,, ре ,, г

...




. звед.,., с вастока .Web, dwe.f ,, прием .,.,. царица .. неба атвет

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атвет пожалстаа “.. ты шо

мне здать ...

звезда вастока .. царица небеa Визиваю по всем частотам

.. Прием...

..”








but then there was nothing but a hiss of radiation that, along with the light and the skill of disappearing forever...



there is a winter on earth that will never end.



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6/2/2021A letter from Gerbert of Aurillac/Reims () | Epistolaehttps://epistolae.ctl.columbia.edu/letter/163.html1/2SenderGerbert of Aurillac/ReimsReceiverTheophanu, empressTranslated letter: Though I wished to come to you according to your order, thedivinity intervened, not in vain. For on the 2nd kalends of April Ispoke to the captive counts, Godfrey [of Verdun] and his paternaluncle Siegfried [of Luxemburg]. I was the only one from your sideamong the troops of enemies whose statements about the state ofyour empire they would confidently believe. So I wrote exhortatoryletters according to their intention/understanding to their wives,children, and friends, that they should persist in their loyalty toyou and not fear any enemy attack and by their example, if fortunebrought it, should choose exile to keep faith with you rather thanthe fatherland with betrayal. I hold these men very dear to whom itis worse that they can not carry out your business than that theyare prisoners of the enemy. But since the dissension of princes isthe destruction of kingdoms, the concord of your princes will be, itseems to us, the remedy of so many evils. A triple rope is hard tobreak.You should know that the kings of the Franks [Lothar and Louis V]do not see us with impartial eyes because we oppose them out ofloyalty to you and at the same time we enjoy the friendship ofAdalbero, archbishop of Reims, whom they consider very disloyalto themselves, blaming him for similar cause. In all these things, letus know what you want us to do and if there should be any waythrough the enemy, how and when we might come to you; we areready to obey you in all things. The thing has proceeded for him[Adalbero] so that nothing is done about his expulsion, whichwould be a tolerable evil except that they threaten life and blood. Ihave this in common with him, as if I had tried to incite against thekings. There is such a mass of oppression, such envy of your name,that he dare not tell you his miseries in his written answers. But ifHome » A letter from Gerbert of Aurillac/Reims ()A letter from Gerbert of Aurillac/Reims ()
6/2/2021A letter from Gerbert of Aurillac/Reims () | Epistolaehttps://epistolae.ctl.columbia.edu/letter/163.html2/2this tyranny grows stronger and there is any way of fleeing to you,he would not in vain sense better things from you, he would havecertain hope, who has supported you and your son however hecould.

6/2/2021A letter from Gerbert of Aurillac/Reims () | Epistolaehttps://epistolae.ctl.columbia.edu/letter/165.html1/2SenderGerbert of Aurillac/ReimsReceiverTheophanu, empressTranslated letter: I am deeply aware that you understand my feelings, and therefore Ilove and embrace you and yours even more. I remember mosthonorably the warning by which you suspended me for a long timefrom association with certain princes; you let me know what youwished. I pray therefore by the venerable name of my fatherA[dalbero], by the involate faith with which I have always held himand his, that I not be compelled to forget the men whom I alwaysespecially loved, for love of him, neglecting my own good. May itcome to the memory of my ruler/lady Theophanu that I have keptfaith with her and her son, let her not permit me to become theglory of her enemies whom, for her sake, when I could, I led toshame and contempt. I pray again openly, I ask, I beseech, let hisservice not displease you, whom your empire, honor, and powerhave up to now pleased. Make yours with generosity, lest in theabsence of honor, in the flight of the best arts, I may be made apartisan of Catiline who in leisure and in business was a diligentfollower of the precepts of Tully [Cicero].