THE BANDITS

It was a bright clear sky in Palestine that day. There is not a single cloud in sight. The sun is in mid-rise, the bright shining rays of the sun are projecting to Samaria’s hilly mountains through the vastness of it’s land. Farther away from the east, a streaked line of long grayish cloud shaped like a snake, and it seemed like the exceedingly big head is buried in the big blue sea of Gennesaret, while it’s wrapped around tail is curved around the heavy water of the sea called Mar Muerto. (Dead Sea)

Dimas sadly watched and observed the peaceful and captivating scenery in front of his eyes in the middle of this exuberant day. Once in a while, he would throw a glance at that gloomy and hollowed castle. The closed door, the steeple with no one guarding it, and it’s broken structures of the base, is giving the appearance of a cursed domicile. The rumor of it’s bloody history made the fearful and gullible shepherds avoid the said place.

Dimas is so determined to his goal. He made sure that his dagger is hidden in his crumpled tunic, swathe with dried buli palm leaves. Dimas enfolded his crumpled tunic from his waist and grabbed a flat stone, three hand-spans big; he wrapped the stone around his tunic and throw it as hard as he can like a pinwheel, and it landed in the side of the castle and glided on top of that eerie fort. Then he waited for a while and no one, no one came out to look and see what just happened. He did it again for the second time and then the third time, and the same thing happened. No one came out to look.

—“There’s no one in the castle. It is by itself.” Dimas said to himself.

He smiled and continued to utter more words:

—“It may not be a good idea for an unbearded young man like me to dare and grab these lions. It’s name alone can shake these wicked and weak Romanians in fear, and the deaf cowards Herodians, including these non-competitor businessmen from Nilo, Euphrates and Jordan.

As Dimas talked to himself, he stopped and rubbed his forehead for a little while; he thought of something, an idea triggered in his mind. He quickly pulled his dagger, picked a stone, and spit on it to sharpen his knife. As he sharpened the blade, he thought about that man he killed for disrespecting his father’s corpse.

—“Dimas, you need to be brave.” He said aloud to himself.

—“Death can happen in a second, but life is long and hard when you’re poor and hungry, and your head has nowhere to lay.” Dimas is desperate, he’s got no choice.

After he said these words, he walked continuously to that castle, and with a stone in his hand, he knocked three times to the door, but no answer. Dimas is confident that no one is in the castle. He rigidly searched the surrounding camps, and found a broken panel in one corner. Dimas needs to get into this castle. He thought of this broken panel as his support to climb to get in the court. Dimas then bit his dagger by the mouth and proceed to climb the murals; one misstep can cost him his life, he can fall to his death, his body will roll down to those cliffs and can cut him into pieces by those giant and sharp boulders sticking out, protruded immensely.

He finally reached the top despite the grimness and hard endurance. He bathed in sweat and acquired some cuts from his hands, and it is bleeding. Dimas walked through and started searching those vacant rooms, barren and lonely. There was nothing there. He’s looking for some valuable items and found none.

The one most thing that Dimas desired to find is the treasure. He wished to find a treasure, hoping that this castle’s former inhabitants could’ve hidden and buried their treasures. There must be treasures buried here somewhere. There could be a secret hiding place for these treasures. He is hoping for a miracle, a wishful thinking to find the treasures. He searched for three hours more before he gave up.

—“This only proves that this cavern is nothing but just a dwelling place for the Samarian bandits.” He said to himself.

He went and explore more; room to room. He’d seen some fresh bones scattered on the floor and sticky fresh blood still dripping from that round circular iron.

—“There is no need; I am here to find gold. Since I can’t find one, I’ll wait for their return, and they will surely give me some.” Dimas thought.

—“I am here in need of a place to live, and this castle is a good one for me to stay.” He said to himself while he sat.

Then he stand-up and continued for more walking; as he entered a door, he found that it is partially open space for the kitchen. Across the kitchen in the mid-section is the dinner table. He, then looked around for more other things to find and in the left counter is a sheep leg hanging on a hook made of iron.

He helped himself of what more he can find, and the next thing he discovered was the wide-mouthed jar filled with water, and next to it was wineskin filled with wine and some sacks full of corns. He found their pantry; this is their pantry, their embankment, embankment of food that they protect most.

Dimas found an opportunity and took advantage of it. He was adamant about waiting for these bandits, so he decided to help himself while waiting and start to cook food. In the middle of this kitchen is the cooking furnace, a Hebrew custom where their cooking furnace is set in the middle of the kitchen. He was glad to see that there is still some glowing coals ready to give a flame. At the end of the room were some dried woods. He immediately gathered those woods and started a fire from that coal; he blew some air to that coal with those dried woods and started a fire for cooking. It was getting dark outside and the flame had given some light to this darkening kitchen.

The sheep leg is an excellent meal for his dinner. He then took the sheep leg and started to grill, and while grilling, he began to mashed-up the yellowish flour mixed with water to make bread. After half an hour, this adventurous orphan was quietly eating his dinner and drinking wine at the dinner table of that castle.

He was enjoying his meal when all of a sudden, he heard a soft rustling sound underground. He stopped eating for a second to make sure he hears some sound, but he ignored it and continue eating. The noise was getting nearer and nearer. The sounds were like several people talking, pulling some heavy objects. Then he heard a screeching sound like pulling a rusty iron from a wooden board.

The eating continues like he hears nothing, but Dimas was very cautious. He immediately grabbed his knife beside his food for his protection and began to stab the dinner table several times. But to his amazement, a floor opening, a passage, small square submerged down, and two hands came up, then the head, then followed by the whole body. This person came up from that square opening and stooped down immediately to help more people come up. Four in all, fourteen bandits came up from that little square, their entrance to the castle. They have this rough-looking faces and dirty clothes like they were spat from the ground.

These fourteen bandits were surprised to see a person quietly eating at the dinner table. After the stunning surprise, they all pulled their long swords and proceeded to attack Dimas. But Dimas grabbed his knife and stood to defend himself, several steps backward, and shouted fearlessly.

—“Hey! My comrades! Wolves are not supposed to bite each other! And besides, not to repay good favors is not good works! For the sake of the altar of the horn of Sion, I prepared dinner for all of you. It was a hard work cooking meal for everyone, and my reward is to kill me?” Dimas was on a roll!

The circumstances were very confusing for the bandits; they looked at each other with meaning, eye to eye, they talked with question, asking each other, “who is this crazy person?”

to be continued……………………………………..

A Compromise is a Compromise

Mourning has an ending, just like happiness has it’s end. Time heals all wounds and mends broken hearts; everything passes-by, and everybody move-on.

This heartbroken and heartrending orphan is now over from grieving, no more tears to flow, his eyes dried-up for so much anguish, and nothing more to cry, for it’s all desiccated.

He has been imprisoned now for three months, and he seemed like he was forgotten, forgotten into this cold and dingy dark cell. He’s been dreaming alone in this dark cell; he’s been dreaming that one day he will be out of this prison, and he will have his revenge, to justify the betrayal they have done to him. He knows he was deceived and manipulated; these corrupt criminals victimized Dimas, and disregarded him.

The day finally came, the long-awaited day come; A warden came into his cell, and released him. They informed him that he is now free to go. A new day sprung-up, and a new life, a new beginning for Dimas came about, and on his way out he ran as fast as he could, the only thing in his mind was his father’s dead body, and what could have happened to him. As soon as he reached his house, he discovered that his father’s dead body was never buried, and it was in the house for six days. The gravediggers and some concerned neighbors concluded and decided to cast the dead body into a muddy swamp, a place where they dispose of the human wastes and the leper’s dead bodies.

It was gruesome, horrifying upon hearing. The horror of what had happened was unacceptable. Still, Dimas accepted it all, he was not able to respond, he could not even move his lips to say something, he can’t feel anymore, he was numb, no words could come out of his mouth, not even a single tear came out from his eyes. Dimas’s heart is like a hard metal, where he felt nothing at all, but vengeance, vengeance, is all he could think of, and anger is mounting-up from his chest. Dimas is in despair; there is only anger, and his heart is like a red poppy in the middle of the dried desert that was heated-up in the simmering heat under the sun of Egypt.

Dimas started walking and walking, not knowing where to go, walking around, and continuously go where ever his feet take him to, he is bewildered and alone, he is not with himself. For the rest of that day, he kept on walking, all the way through the deep of the night he was walking in, and around Jerusalem’s streets. He walked, and walked with no definite place to go, until the dawning, the first glow of the morning, sunrise has come, and he discovered as he looked around, he found himself that he is in the town called “Bezetha, or the New City.”

Bezetha – also called by Josephus the “New City,” was a suburb of Jerusalem north and northwest of the Temple, built opposite the Tower of Antonia. Today the area is known as the Muslim Quarter in Jerusalem’s Old City.

Those narrow and dirty streets, the zigzag pathways, those roads that leads to the suburbs are supposed to be, for the rich and the wealthy of Jerusalem. But it’s not for the rich and the wealthy, for the song of Sion do not reach this place, and the sweet fragrance of Herod’s garden is not in sight here, and the boastful and striking decorations in the City of David cannot be seen here. But instead, those who reside here are those poor and needy that sell items of clothing made of sheep’s wool, the blacksmiths, and the hardworking farmers.

Dimas was so tired, he cannot go on anymore, he has to find a small corner where he can lay and take a bit of sleep, just to close his eyes. He looked around and saw a door, a perfect corner to lay down for a minute from that long loiter. It was too early in the morning and the businesses were still closed including the door he chose to laid down for a quick nap. As he sat down and positioned himself for comfort, from the corner of his eyes, something glitters, he turned around, and he was overwhelmed of what he saw! It was shining, a knife with it’s blade sparkling, hanging and dangling from what looks like a cupboard. He wants that, he need it, he thought about buying that knife for himself, and so he got up and went about, and by that time, the door was ajar and ready for the day to start the business. Dimas went in, he helped himself to slightly push the door and stepped inside. The store owner was delighted to see a customer early in the morning, he was diligent to help this customer from what he needs.

Dimas chose and pointed the knife he likes, a dagger. All he could think of is vengeance, this is what he would use for his revenge.

-“How much is this knife?” Dimas asked the store owner, while pointing the sharpened and shining blade made of Damascus.

-“Two shekels of silver.” The elderly responded, while untying the knife where it was tied-up.

As Dimas grasped the knife from the hand of the store owner, he immediately inspected it, he examined it thoroughly. But then, he remembered, he doesn’t have any money, not even a dead penny in his pocket, and so he begged the store owner.

-“I don’t have money to pay you now. Can you trust me to keep this knife? I assure you that before the new moon of the month and by that Great Tower of David, I will repay you twenty-ounce of Romanian Silver.” Dimas promised.

-“And who will guarantee me that you will fulfill your words? Besides from not knowing you, we just met.” The store owner responded in hesitation.

-“As my dead father is my witness, and through all those memories he left me, my avenging heart, and revolting chest I feel right now, that I will take revenge for him with this knife, and on his head I take avow and promise you that I will repay you on that said amount, and you know that I am paying you more than your asking price, if ever I survived my vengeful attack.” Dimas responded in a very emotional and angry manner at the same time.

Dimas words indicate truthfulness where the store owner find it hard to refuse. He noticed that the young man had a secret that he kept in his heart. Through his compassion, and with the store owner’s mercy, his heart was touched and filled with kindness, something he never done before as a Jew, the store owner was overwhelmed with his emotion for this orphan, he trusted Dimas’s promise, the profitable and esoteric deal is beside the point, he believes him.

-“Cheating on me will only give you more bad luck!” The store owner said, while he is handling the knife to Dimas, “but if you kept your promise, God will protect you and He will keep you safe in seeking your vengeance.”

-“Thank you.” The orphan acknowledged with truthfulness in his heart. “But before I leave, let me tell you my name, in this manner you know who owes you this much money. My name is Dimas, and one day you will hear this name with the trumpet blasting it’s roaring sound to the twelve tribes.”

Dimas did not wait for the store owner to respond, he turned around in haste and went his way. After hours of walking, he found himself trailing this road called “The Gate of the Pomegranates,” or the “Cow’s Door.” He sat down in the side of that gate where the shades of this thick, luscious tree, the tree’s leafy lushness, gave him the shades he wanted, the Sycamore tree, where Dimas ate the fruit of it, for he hasn’t eat anything in a while. The fruit filled him up and after the long satisfying rest, he grabbed his knife, the new knife he just bought and stabbed the healthy and strong body of the tree where it pierced two-inch deep.

-“Oh! this knife is very sharp.” He said to himself. “The edge is very sharp and did not even bend; this is good, and perhaps this may pierce all the way through, and in just one blow, the neck and the heart of that person that throw my dead fathers body to the street dogs, will surely die.”

Dimas found out what happened to his father’s dead body; it was not thrown into the muddy swamp as they told him. It was given to the street dogs. It is more decent for his father’s dead body to be thrown into the muddy swamp with the dead lepers, than to be thrown and eaten-up by the street dogs. Such anger in his heart are rising-up, boiling like lava, ready to explode.

Two days had passed, and near the Tower of Siloam, Herod’s soldiers discovered and found a dead old man’s body. The old man’s dead body had a deep wound on his throat, and another deep wound on his chest through his heart. A piece of paper with a big pin nailed on his forehead, and written in blood are these words:

-“Dimas’s avenged for his father, by the death of this Pharisee, that his father’s dead body did not have the proper burial, and he swears to persecute all his families and relatives, he will avenge thoroughly unto the fifth generation of this man.” After this incident happened, the orphaned young man escaped from the priests’ city and hid in Mount Ramah. The abused corpse of his father’s dead body urged him and dissuade him from killing a person, and hunger pushed him to steal for the first time.

According to the Hebrew Bible, Siloam was built around the “serpent-stone,” Zoheleth, where Adonijah gave his feast in the time of Solomon. In the New Testament, the collapse of the Tower of Siloam is cited by Jesus as one of two examples where sudden, untimely death came to people who didn’t necessarily deserve it more than most other sinful people.

According to the Gospel of John, Jesus healed a man who had been blind from birth. Jesus spat on the ground, made mud with the saliva, and spread the mud over the blind man’s eyes. He then told the man, “Go wash yourself in the pool of Siloam.” So the man went and washed and came back seeing.

Josephus described the waters of Siloam as, “sweet and abundant.”

Continuation………………………….

Dimas snatched a goat from a shepherd at one time. It was quite exciting at first and a quick way to earn a living, and get free food. From then on, Dimas started to keep out and carefully watch his actions to survive; he hides like the bandits and lives in the woods, the forest. When the night falls, he will leave his hideout to aggress, and ambush the unarmed passers-by. This orphan used his dagger to scare and intimidate his victims to get food but never used it to pour-out blood. Time passed-by and Dimas continued his evil deeds, stealing, threatening, and harassing people for food and their goods, this is what he started for after his imprisonment, to survive. The new moon is getting nearer and nearer, and the agreement he made from the store owner, where he bought his dagger is still unfulfilled, the twenty-ounce of Romanian Silver remained unpaid. He promised and pledged to pay this debt over his father’s dead body that was never buried, with all sincerity, his words’ seriousness to render and pay the debt he owed.

But how? For he doesn’t have, not even one dead copper for money. As Dimas sat at the edge of a high cliff, he thought of what could be his fate, the destiny he is facing in the future? He started his life as a villain after he’s released from prison, his work as a bandit is not beyond comprehension, not far from these poor desolate beggars, that snatches sheep from the shepherds, the shepherds that don’t know how to fight back. They grab to steal the sheep for food, to not die of hunger. Being alone, a prison of his self, and loitering around, walking from that dreary woods, he discovered, and slowly realized that he lives in a cunning and deceitful life.

He can’t go back anymore, to desist and start over. But somehow, he can’t stop and worry that this may end up in a more profound circumstance. “A thief is a thief,” he said to himself, let’s look for money since I am one, a thief of sestercius (Roman currency, sesterce, ancient Roman coin. During the Roman Republic it was a small, silver coin issued only on rare occassions. During the Roman Empire it was a large brass coin), or the Hebrew talent (Hebrew talent or silver, called cicar, was equivalent to three thousand shekels, or one hundred and thirteen pounds, ten ounces and a fraction, troy weight). One more to loose is the honor and gain a bad reputation for stealing a dove and a bull.

After giving this plan a thought, Dimas stand-up, and shakes his thick hair, he watched and sadly looked at the lonely place. Next, he rubbed and caressed his knife and whispered the following words:

-“A life with no meaning can do such a big thing; I should be the King of this forest, and be known as the “Terror of Israel.”

At that time, there were watchmen, a group of bandits watching Mount Samaria all over, to secure the place for their gain. While Israel’s clans are fighting, these bandits carry out their ill-will, doing such horrible deeds, extortions, and usurpations. Herod is wasting his effort sending his soldiers to exterminate these said bandits. They can’t catch these criminals from Samaria, even if these gangsters are operating their horrible works in the city of Palestine. The merchants traveling from Egypt, Damascus, Tyre, and Sidon are attacked and ambushed. No one can stop the bold and daring lawlessness of these robbers from Samaria. Not once that these roads and streets of Jerusalem witnessed such aggression, the crimes committed by the marauders deadly swords even in broad daylight are dangerous and frightening. They can’t make these bandits from Mount Hebal surrender. Their aggressions and attacks reached Juda’s clans to Aser’s families. They even crossed Jordan multiple times and brought their spoils and piracy all the way to Mount Ephraim. They hide in Mount Samaria, their expertise on its’ high cliffs, can make them play and toyed Herod’s soldiers searching for them. The gloomy and lone castle standing right at the top of Mount Hebal is their camp, and station for the cold season.

Dimas is a fearless man. He can’t associate with reputable, and stately citizens anymore, and so he chose to associate himself with these fierce bandits from Samaria. He traveled by walking for four days until he reached the foot of this horrifying mountain. No one dares at that time to get near that mountain. Dimas’s bravery would double when he loosed hope of his essence in life. At the foot of the hill is dark and the air is thick, he continued to climb until he reached the top and Dimas stopped when he’s about thirty steps far from that lone camp.

Lawlessness makes him alarmed and tired. He was so weak; he’s so exhausted, which caused him to decide to sit on a rock. He was by himself, it was hushed, very tranquil, only the cold wind gently caresses his face like whispers in his ears. No birds around in sight, nor their chirping can be heard. There is no one to see or listen to humans talking, to give noise to a serene and desolate place. With those high cliffs surrounding him, he looks like that angel, that fallen angel fell from heaven and sit for sometimes on the brim of hell, and watch for a while the frightening dwelling place that God gave him, a punishment bestowed on him for his demented arrogance.

to be continued……………………..

Death of a Silversmith Man

It was an ordinary day, but it was not an ordinary day for Dimas, it was not, one of those days, where he go about and spend his days with his daily chores. This day was the death of a Silversmith man the Israelite man from Jerusalem, his beloved father.

This is the saddest day of his life, because this is the day where he became an orphan. His beloved father died that day and he was in distress. His devastation is just like that, and he was in mourning. His eyes were overflowing with tears, and never had he felt the loneliness in his life, now that he is all alone.

Although he is in mourning, and he felt so weak, he urged himself to move, and forced himself to get up and go, to make an arrangement for his beloved father’s funeral. He made it somehow to the gravestone maker and there they compromised for the amount of One Thousand Two Hundred Obol, for his dearest father’s gravestone.

(The Obol, was a form of ancient Greek currency and weight. Obol were used from early times, according to Plutarch, they were originally spits of copper or bronze traded by weight. Six obols make a drachma or a handful, since that was as many as the hand could grasp).

However, upon returning home, and to his amazement, there were three men in his father’s burial. They were the Pharisees, an old man with a Centurion (Law Enforcement or a Police officer) and a Revenue Officer (Tax Collector). The three men immediately informed Dimas that they were there to confiscate his father’s small properties he left, the Silversmith man.

• “What are you doing here in my house?” Dimas asked in confusion.
• “I am here with the supervision of these two authorities, through the regulation and under the Roman Law, that your father still owes me more.” The old man replied.
• “Death sealed my father’s mouth, and now he can’t comply to your claim, but I swear in God’s name, through Abraham, Isaac and Jacob that failed to see, never was my father mentioned to me what you are claiming, about his debt you are pursuing.” Dimas answered.
• “Never will a Pharisee like me, an old bearded man with gray hair would lie to you, I, who bend my knee and kneel in front of the altar of Sion. These two men with me right now are my witnesses that your father still owes me more and what he left you is not even enough to compensate his debt that he owes me.” The Old man replied in a furious manner.

The old man’s statement to Dimas deafened his ears, he was embittered, knowing that this could impel him and drive him to become a poor destitute, a homeless.

As it was explained and affirmed, the two witnesses corroborated and testified the words spoken off by the old man, the Pharisee. The law enforcement and the tax collector approved and attest of what was spoken off by this old man was true, and never had these two witnesses, in any compassion, the actualization of the tragic pain that Dimas are experiencing at the moment as an orphan.

By this unfortunate and tragic realization, Dimas responded and said:

• “Therefore old man, take all my properties, all my clothings and even the small bed I sleep into, if that is what you want. There will be no argument, I am still young and strong, I am not afraid to work, but there is only one favor I would like to ask from you.” Dimas pleaded.
• “What is it you want?” A dry and cold old man responded, the Pharisee.
• “If you can lend me money, for two thousand (2000) Obol, and I will repay you back.” Dimas implored.
• “2000 Obol? Are you crazy? How can you repay me for that big amount of money?” The old man replied in amazement.
• “I will be your servant, and if needed, I can be your servant for life.” Dimas answered in a somber manner.
• “I can’t give you.” The old man replied, in irate.
• “or if you want, you can sell me as a slave.” Dimas begged.
• “As an Israelite Pharisee, I cannot sell my fellow Israelite as a slave.” A very annoyed old man replied.
• “For the sake of the Holy Synagogue, I implore you old man, do not forsake me of what I asked from you.” Dimas asking for kindness.
• “Oh! Let’s finish!” the old man replied angrily. annoyed and in disregard.
• “Think much of what you are doing”. Dimas replied, gnashing his teeth and enraged through the old man’s hardheartedness.
• “Are you threatening me?” the old man responded with his ego and self-importance manner.
• “I am only admonishing you.” Dimas replied, and disappointed.
• “You are nothing to me.” the old man answered, in a boorish manner.
• “Listen to me, the money I am trying to borrow from you is for my father’s funeral.” Dimas answered in a mild mannered tone.
• “The low and dirty poor are not in need of funerals, there will always be muck trash to throw their dead.” the old man replied in a very angry and heated conversation.
• “TRAITOR!” Dimas shouted, in harsh and in haste, he walked fast towards the old man and he strangled him.
• “You are going down, just like my father, together both of you into your grave.” Dimas out of his mind, erupted.

Those witnesses, present at the time had a hard time to repress and to quell Dimas. After two hours, and in a while, everything was calmed, the orphaned Dimas found himself imprisoned, and in a dark jail, the Antonia Tower.

(This picture is similar to the structure, but this is not the one, the real picture is in Wikipedia).

The Antonia Tower or Antonia Fortress, (83-30 BCE), the fortress housed some part of the Roman Garrison of Jerusalem. Built by Herod the Great and named for Herod’s patron Mark Antony. The Via Dolorosa assumes that the Antonia Fortress is the site of the trial of Jesus before Pontius Pilate. The Antonia Fortress, according to later church tradition the Praetorium, was here where Pontius Pilate judged Jesus, but it is also possible that Jesus was judged at the Herodian fortress at the opposite end (NW) of the city near the modern Jaffa Gate.

Dimas was just 18 years of age at that time, in his youth, a juvenile, where his actions and emotions are rabid and impetuous, through his innocence and inexperienced in life, he can’t be oppressed and in his heart, he can’t be mistreated just like that. But when he realized that he is alone now in this world, an orphan and imprisoned in a dark jail, he wept, there he cried like a child. He remembered his dearest father’s love towards him, and as he was crying, he just realized and started to worry that his father’s dead body is still in disclosed and not buried yet.

to be continued………………………

DIMAS

The son of a silversmith, his father is known as a kind man from Jerusalem. Since childhood, Dimas has been seen as a loving child to his fellow children, those children that is younger and smaller than he is. When a funeral is passing through in front of their house and he’s not doing anything at all, he would give respect to the dead by walking along with the people, marching at the funeral, and upon reaching the plain land of Josaphat, he would commend himself to the grave diggers.

Cloudy sky and a dark night, the cold air is creeping all over, throughout, in the midst of the night, followed by the sad and echoing sound, a hooting sound of an owl, a lone bird, up at the highest end on top of a tree, the gloomy sound that fades away into the deepest of the night.

These corresponds the sounds of the hungry creatures, the monsters of the night, that is into the deepest woods of Ephraim. The sounds that awakens the lightly sleeping wolves, residing at the cliffs in the land of the Manasseh descendants. And those sounds can be heard through the nearby neighboring, it’s long and screeching scream that fades away through the cold wind of the abyss of the night.

The thick clouds that covers the moon, would part ways to clear up, and gives the moon it’s cool light, to shine the highest peak of the mountain of Samaria. Those mountains connected in formation with each others, has it’s dark foundation spreads all over the east land, all the way through the west land.

Mount Ebal, the steepest and the darkest of them all, from it’s nearby mountains, was the most terrifying and the most scariest. This mountain is prominent in height and is situated in the middle, consistent and in close-knit with the other mountains, and like a giant monster, it does gives the impression and feeling, like a threat, wanting to put a curse to these disrespectful and traitor Samaritans.

Then, on the north, the gusts of wind blew it’s rapid air, swirling around and brushes fast through the branches of the Hawthorne trees, all the way through the slits, the crevices of the stones, and suddenly, and in a rapid scale, a dense of clouds advancing quickly, followed by the lightnings, it went fast, it expands and spreads all over, and in a flash, it quickly covered the west of it’s seashores all the way through the peaceful seacoasts of Jordan.

Afar off, is the resounding sound of a roaring thunderstorms, the roaring thunder, shakes the firmament of heavens, like a warning to Semmer or Shemer, (the owner of the hill which Omri bought and which became the site of Samaria). to his children, an admonition that the storm is getting near and could come immediately to zapped the top of their heads. The atmospheres, the heavens are slowly filling-up, the clouds are tightening up, and now it is overflowing and cannot hold up any longer, the force of the resounding big drops of rain dashed down to earth, pouring the dry land of those who worship the cow, who is known and called “The Jews.” The house of Sin.

The foreshadowing of the coming storm, and perhaps a terrifying storm, that often comes to the land of Palestine. The lightnings are lighting up the skies, one after the other and the booming sound of the thunderstorms are now unending roaring sound, up in the heavens.

The scary mountain of Mount Ebal, there appeared to be a shadow, a figure like, standing, and from a distance the figure is like hanging on the cliff, clinging at the brink of it’s highest steep of the canyon. And in the nearby distance is a lone castle, standing by itself, like that of an eagle’s nest, it looks dark and dirty, surrounded by it’s black and rough, unrefined fort. And thereby is built a camp, a terrible looking camp built by the Cuthite’s. These Cuthites had built camps after the reign of the Assyrian Empire. (These Cuthites are said to be by Josephus in the Old Testament, to be living in Samaria around 500 BC). These terrible looking camps that were built by the Cuthite’s became the dwelling place of these bandits in Herod’s time. Their leader is a very very young man, and probably in the age of at least 20 years of age. He is brave and daring, and because of his rebellious act, were pushed through it’s bad behavior and became his lifestyle. A very intelligent man, knowledgeable of his surroundings, experts on all the roads and streets and he’s got the wits of knowing his roundabouts, and with his sophistication as a bandit, he often played and toyed Herod’s soldiers in his cunning ways.

Filled-up and stacked-up with the stolen goods, after they ambushed, robbed and stole all those travelers possessions, these bandits would go back to their dwelling place, the terrible looking camp, a camp that can’t be apprehended, and there, will they consume, and eat the foods, and the goods they had taken, would be partaken all together.

That night was a savage night, thunderbolt and lightning are all over. A sudden and a rapid explosion, a screeching sound of a lightning lighted up the sky, and from the flash of a bright light, were seen some individuals sliding in those cracks of those slippery slopes from the hillside of Mount Ebal, and from there, off they went to the cliffs of Mount Gerizim. The considered travelers, were walking in the dark of the night, they left their hideout, their camp from Mount Ebal, and paid no attention to the thunderous storm from the heavens, they continuously walked through and they seemed like in a hurry.

An ear-piercing sound, a very sharp and screeching lightning, streaked it’s lights from the heavens and gave an instant bright light, a split second flash of lightnings. The flaming fiery lights of these lightnings did strike those strange individuals, the night travelers. It was seen and was witnessed by the twinkling and illuminated beckon of light, a gloomy, scary lights.

From the sight of this scene, was discovered, that there were eight individuals. Their clothings were made of Roman Hebrews and their foreheads are burnt from the heat of the sun, and they are afro’s, frizzy hairs and frizzy beards, that gives them the look of a furious face, and in their midst is a strange man, unfamiliar, a person, with a youthful beard, he’s walking, wearing a fisher coat, grayish color, similar to the Nazarene, a tall man, encircling and tied up around his head is a turban made of linen, and a shawl made of hair’s camel, where it’s used for his blanket. In his right hand, he is holding tight, a three edged sword, he is holding a three edged sword, he’s got a gripped on this sword, it was the sword of Cezar’s soldiers, and hanging on his waist was a long sword of the Samaritans. This young man is the leader of these bandits, with the elegant look, and a prominent posture, his face is bright and stern looking; his eyes are black, with a long and dark thick eyelash, those eyes that gives the piercing and cold look when in rage, but sweet and compassionate when he’s calm.

There’s not even a single line on his face, and not even a sign of him being an awful person, amazing and somewhat remarkably athletic, in his wholesome is a very handsome young man. Compare to his fellow bandits, with rough faces, looking like thirsty for blood, and with dirty clothes, he would be mistakenly and taken as their hostage. This young man, the leader of these bandits, a Samaritan man, was named DIMAS; the name, that after thirty two years will be famous as one of the “Martyrs on the Cross,” on top of Golgotha with the “Redeemer.”

Dimas is the son of a very kind man, a silversmith from Jerusalem. Since his childhood, he was seen as a kind child, a loving child to his fellow children, to children smaller than he is, with a big consideration for their elders, and with much respect for the deads. His father is a good Israelite and a good businessman, he did afford for Dimas to go to school. Dimas was always seen with his fellow children playing with them in their town centre, he was always seen with food and toys, and would always partake his food and give his toys to his fellow children. And when a funeral is passing through in front of their house, and he has nothing to do, he would pay respect for the dead by walking along and marching along with the people, all the way to the plain land of Josaphat, then upon reaching the final resting place, he would commend himself to the gravediggers, and offer to help put the dead to the grave.

to be continued………………………..

The Fulfillment of God’s Prophecies to His people.

Those proud and boastful doors of their Temple Sion could not be lifted up anymore. They can no longer open-up its’ golden doors just like before whenever a hebrew priests passes by;

Jacobs’ great great grandchildren are no longer in attendance to offer their sacrifices to the altars of their God’s, that their ancestors had never seen.

Their joyous music, their maidens instruments like harps are no longer playing its’ sweet and beautiful melodies, and their harmonious songs to their God, will no longer be heard.

Moses, the speaker and the interpreter of Jehovah; the Ingenious God, who you worship and have faith into; who gave you those commandments, are no longer coming back to you, to teach you the vastness of those deserts.

What a waste! Oh! cursed town, the time you spent waiting for the Messiah to come. To your land HE was born, but you spewed-at in HIS face, you poured and drained HIS blood, and now the weigh of HIS curse are killing your descendants for their honor.

Do not, thou wait again to let Josue, the news of his success, of him being crowned, the golden crown of Laurel, spread over the vast land of Gibeon.

Where as, those treasures soaked with blood and were confiscated from these five Kings led by Adonizedek.

Adoni-Zedek or Adoni-zedec, King of Jerusalem, at the time of the Israelite invasion of Canaan, led a battle with his four of the neighboring Amorite rulers (Horam King of Hebron, Piram King of Jarmuth, Japhia King of Lachish, and Debir King of Eglon).

The battle led by Adonizedek, these five Kings fought this battle that lasted for three consecutive days, where the days did not set to nights. The daytime continued for three days where the nights did not set in, through God’s will, and after the battle were fought, God uttered a more fierce and outright curse into your descendants.

For this manner, the Maccabees could not wave their flags to the nearby town, to their opponents, the Samarians. Even the brave children of Mattathias, could not build a tent from the highest peak of Mount Gerizim. Mattathias was a Kohen, a Jewish priest whose role in the religion-driven the Maccabean revolt against the Greek Seleucid Empire. (Mattathias Ben Johanan, died 165 BCE).

Deborah the Prophetess, this intelligent woman that leads you, will no longer be seen judging under the shades of a Palm tree of Ephraim (Jewish Tribe). Deborah, according to the book of Judges was a prophetess of the God of Israelites, the fourth Judge of the pre-monarchic Israel and the only female judge mentioned in the Bible and the wife of Lapidoth. Born 1107 BC, died 1067 BC.

But the song of Joel, in her own tune, this brave woman was no match to any of Juda’s sons’ for her courage and bravest of heart as a warrior in the midst of the battlefield.

Though Elias, which God called, ‘The Lightning,” can no longer take heart of his passion to downpour fire from heaven and burnt fresh wood of offerings for their sacrifices.

And for all your success, that can no longer go beyond the Mediterranean’s all the way down to Euphrates, like in the days of David, who are the anointed of God; that your households can no longer find such gratification in the midst of their leisure under the shades of a tree, the extract of this tree that produces a reward with no measure of overwhelming wealth and out pouring prosperity in life, from your plentiful and bountiful Kingdom, whose King wrote this book, “The Book of Songs.”

Solomon, God’s best friend, will no longer be able to send his ship to the land of Ophir (Ofir), a prosperous land, wealthy and abundant in gold, and can no longer be able to walk around the streets of this respectable city riding in a bronze carriage, arched crowned like a tiara, and in front of it are written letters, letters with diamonds, saying, “My Beloved and Lovely Jerusalem!”

The Queen! This beautiful Queen from Sheba, (Saba or Savta in Hebrew, “celebration of a daughter,”). This Queen of Sheba named, “Nicaulis,” a noble philosopher and ruler from Egypt or the Horn of Africa.

This beautiful Queen can no longer be seen to come and visit King Solomon riding in a decorated Egyptian Camel from Ephah, with the good news of carrying loads of treasures that glitters, like the sea of gold. Along with this good news, that she wears a fabulous gown, full of silvers, scattered all over it, mixed with sparkling emeralds intricately embedded all over her amazing robe. All this astounding event, just to offer your King Solomon these three elephants carrying aromas, spices, fragrances, powdered gold, and precious stones.

Your ships will no longer import goods from the red sea, from the seashore east of Africa, like in the days of Jehoshaphat (the fourth King of the Kingdom of Judah).

Your children will no longer see the new Zerubbabel (the governor of the Achaemenid Empire) who they threw from out of power, the one who should put them together to bring them back to their own dwelling place, to build their new temple, their ancestor’s temple which was once destroyed.

Abraham’s Town! Your prominent name is now a disgrace. Let this town be punished! Truly, that God sent enormous suffering to your descendants, although your transgressions are more grievous, for you poured HIS blood after HE chose your land to be HIS dwelling place. You covered your ears from HIS words and your eyes from all the miracles HE performed, where you did see and hear, but did not convey into it, even into your sleep.

God tried to embrace you like a mother to her children, the unceasing love of a mother, but you killed HIM!

Jerusalem! Jerusalem! To you there will be no stone unturned, and this was spoken of; and HIS words was fulfilled!

Jerusalem! Jerusalem! The Greatness that you achieved just went to a pile of dirt, and followed by the horrifying curse by God.

Woe! to you Oh! faithless town!

to be continued…………………………

Sacred Heart of Jesus and The Immaculate Heart of Mary

What are the odds? Of telling what really, in our understanding that Jesus is the Son of God. In this end times we are going to witness a lot of what is going to happen in the near future.

In this coming episode of my story, we are entering the most crucial event of Our Lord Jesus story, we were not in that moment, in the time of HIS crucifixion, but it was written, and for this end times a lot of reflections are going to be needed, for us to come back to HIM for this generation is truly lost!

I am going to need a pure understanding of my readers to please, let us have an open mind. This episode I am going to release is a history that can never be avoided. Nothing personal, but only the fact of what really happen in that time.

A pure heart, a love story, Our God’s message to this World. I want my audience to have pure of hearts. Only Our Lord Jesus and Mother Mary in our heart while reading these stories that I am about to write. Each episode is of great magnitude of every saints life stories, that will shock the world of who are these people, in that time. Beautiful stories of their private lives, intimacies, and shocking revelations of what was each and every one played their roles to make each and everyone’s life important. Jesus’s followers are all Jewish, be it white, black, red yellow etc. As long as we have Jesus in our hearts, then we are Jewish. I don’t think there are differences of us all humans. The only difference is, we are all made individually unique, and how to flourish our individuality or to release the beauty of our single self, and we all have beauty in us, it’s just a matter of how are we going to find it in the inside and the out.

I am not going to change anything in this book, everything that was written deserves the truth of what it says. So please, nothing personal, have an open mind, this is the past. A history that cannot be changed or altered.

I want to thank my readers, in my humble ways, that they find time to read my little episode that I release every now and then. And I will try the best of my ability, to write these stories in a very beautiful and easy to understand words. I want to share that this book was written in an ancient language and it takes time to translate these words and find the right wordings in order to assemble a beautiful sentence, to release the reality of each and every story.

Thank you for a broader mind, an open mind and understandings!!!

The First Book

What art thou, are the Holy Scriptures written by the Saints, that these are the messages of God to HIS people.

I beseech thee to understand, to study and to set this in our mind, the words of Our Creator, and for this matter that we learn to know God ourselves.

THE TOWN WANDERER

The Fair Sky of Galilee: Accompanied by the misfortune, that these eyes had not seen the remarkable glimmering color, the sweet smell of those valleys of Mount Carmel. The aromatic scent of your balm exudes by your various trees and flowers, through the caress of your pleasing air, had not touched my bosom.

The Cold Seaside of Jordan:

Your crystal clear spring with its’ refined flow of every stroke of your sparkling current have never moistened my sinful lips.

The Holy Mount of Calvary:

That my feet had never set foot in. This Mount Calvary, that once was drenched by the blood of this God. Oh! the tears of a Virgin!

The Very Old Mount of Olives:

Where you highest peak was once the pedestal of the Nazarene, where He step onto it, from Heaven, “The Paradise.” HE came down through the clouds from Heaven and in an instant were grabbed by the earth, where the humans inhabit this land.

You are the never ending Lebanon Tree. The very first story, the very first tale of history. The most feared shadow of the passing times, the story that kept hidden into your book, forever silent.

And you Baalbek, you are not known to your people, you are prosperous, the prosperity of your rich harvests, your sumptuous and moistened soil have helped your flat lands to rise.

The playful grey hair of our forefather, “Noe,” who ascribed as one on earth, who watched the tragic death of this God in Golgotha, and screamed from that pain, where his outcry through the passing times had slowly diminished and penetrate the deep holes of the abyss.

I was never hold back from my journey, by the sweet smell perfumes of your cedar and the splendid glimmering charm and beauty of your fettered mountains, but just to watch you from a distance of the charming prairie of Zakle. (Zahle Lebanon).

And you, the Queen of Asia, your steep mountains of Sabino, where your peak always hides from that blue sky, always covered by the snow. My clothes were never soaked and my eyes never get moted by your wet dusts carried by the wind from the hillside, where it’s all white by the sunset.

I never had the opportunity to see you, Oh! beautiful and charming Palestine. My eyes had never seen those wilderness, the desert of Zabulon where the sweet fragrance of your flower Violets spreads all over. I am so envious of those famous christian travelers that go abroad and went around the surrounding lands, where the twelve tribes dwell, from Mount Hermon through the torrent of Egypt. From those fettered mountains bind together, the Mount of Galaad through the rough river that flows into the sea west. The story of your fatherland, your town where I always look at and read about from a book, since my tongue had learned how to hook these letters, and words, to form a beautiful sentence.

But; Oh!…..whatever happened to the great great grandchildren of Abraham and Jacob? The country of Israel?……..such intelligent people, very brave, where the prophets are originated from this lineage. These clan that praises the name of their leaders, where are they now? Which and where is their town? Where the Son of God was born in their midst, and the blood of this “God,” which they shed were situated on their head like a curse, where it drive them into this chaotic world, like those oscillating hays, were carried away everywhere by the strong wind, blasts by this tempest storm.

The Romans. Romans the Ram, destroyed those stable and well-built city, but the successful and sharp sons and daughters of Tiber were the ones’ who cut-off their throats. The most feared persona, the shadow of his cruelty, the temperament of Vespian (Roman Military Commander); of Tito (Town in Italy; Province of Polenza-in the Southern Italian Region of Basilicata); is still circling around at the upper surface of Jerusalem, where he was killed and destroyed. Soaked by his own blood, he was known of his cruelty of not to let you sleep and will give you the tears of mourning and shame especially to those children of the Maccabee.

The accurate prediction of time, the signs of the time, the time clock that predicted by the prophets are now being fulfilled.

Those Eagles and the Crows, nesting at the crevice from the stone of Lebanon, they are obedient at Gods’ command. They fly around, across the plain of this cursed town. Their sharp beak and sharp nails are the savor of their carnals, of those who killed our God. Those who killed our “God” were saved by the horror of their tragic death, but never had the chance to give their children their inheritance, but only the never ending curse for their children and contempt, a vagabond life until the end of time.

To be continued………

The gods and goddesses that Homer wrote about, truly exist. These creatures are extraordinary human beings with supernatural abilities. They have special powers and ability to manipulate those humans they detest. They have great powers and yet they are like humans. These gods and goddesses of Homer I believe is an anecdote, they are born of ordinary women, and they have human characteristics and have passion like ordinary people and are capable of interbreeding with humans. They boast about their powers to mortals, but yet they have no control over fate and they curse this, they curse this one thing that what is destined to happen, they have no control over. Homer believes and I do too, as I read the book, that these gods and goddesses are very flawed, imperfect in some ways and having weaknesses in character. They are similar to human beings, only with credible powers.

As they look up to the sky, behold, the sun sparkling bright and around this bright sparkling sun is the brilliant golden crown and in the midst of this shining bright light is a virgin woman, bright as the sun with a beautiful child, a babe on Her bosom.

Then in that precise moment, the Sybil, the fortune teller or the prophetess point towards the shining bright light in Heaven and spoke, and in a prophetic words, she spoke and said to the Emperor: “That child is more than you, for HE is more than what you think HE is!!! Truly I say unto you, to bow down you knees and worship HIM!!!

Just as the prophetess had said these words, in an abrupt manner and at once, a voice was heard. An astonishing voice was heard and said: “I am the HOLY BEING from Heaven.”

This is the fulfillment of Balaam’s prophecy: “That in Balaam’s final oracle, he announced that a star would come out of Jacob and a scepter out of Israel, a great King who would definitively crush all of his enemies.

Balaam is a diviner in the book of Torah. He is considered a non-Israelite prophet, the son of Beor. Balaam name means: “The ancient of the people, the destruction of the people.

At that moment unknown to all that in Heaven a star is born, the “Star of Jacob”. Peace on earth, and goodwill to man. Alas! a suckling babe was born and the men from the east, uncircumcised men, came to give their gifts to this child born of a virgin. A gift to this newborn babe, a “stone”, and they set this stone to HIS foot, the very first stone set to this child’s foot symbolizes of the beginning of Christianity!!!

A child, a newborn child, a beautiful child similar to a Holy and a refined beauty, where every holy man dreamt about, that everyone desired to look just the same. HE is like the light of this world, red as the red wheat of Egypt. A babe smiling gently, moving and wiggling on top of a mounted hay, in a manger born of a virgin to save the world from their sins.

This child is the true Messiah, that has been prophesied by the prophets of old. Those uncircumcised Gods and Goddesses like Molok, Tifon, and Ariman, bowed down their heads with frowned faces in front of this Messiah, which is Jesus! They bowed their heads with frowned faces depicting that this is “The Son of God”, This is the Messiah prophesied by the prophets and they worship HIM, for HE is more than they are and even though this is against their boastful and prideful being, they overcame their defeat because this is truly “The Messiah”, “The Son of God and their God”, the one who will sacrifice His life for the sins of the world!

God and HIS people, The God of the humble and the poor, The God that wear the poor’s clothing and wanting nothing but to live in a small hut with the lowly ones, to mingle with them, live amongst them and to let them know that their lives are worth living, for in the eyes of God, every one of them are of great essence and just as valuable as the precious stones. This God of the poor wants to live with them to teach them how to exalt themselves with value and to give worth to their lives, and to enlighten their very being even in the midst of their misery. For this, HOPE was born for the poor and the lowly, the slaves and those who are in bondage will be free, their chains that binds them either in physical form or spiritual form, in the name of JESUS will crush into pieces into HIS feet. Their sufferings will lighten up because they heard the words of God. The word of God saying: “We are here as brothers and sisters”, hear my voice! “We are not different from each other, for we are one!”. In those days, every lowly, woesome and miserable ones are piled up in front of Jesus the shepherd, the fisher of man, this is the sermon in the mount. He came into this world, HE visits this world to find the forsaken, those who are alone, the outcast and those who have no one to turn to, so that HE can wipe their tears and mend their broken hearts, to give them HOPE and to deliver the message from the Father in Heaven, the rich words of God for the Christian faith. To have faith to HIS son Jesus, giving the message of HOPE!

Jesus came into this world like an Angel, giving them deliverance in His name, to heal the sick and give life to the dead. He is giving them the rich words of God, scattering it all over, to Samaria, to Canaan, to Bethania and Jerusalem.

Then it happened, that Jesus popularity for His Holy wisdom and miraculous works spread all over, and every lips and mouth speaks of Jesus in every corner of the world, until it reaches the Pontiffs-these are the priests of the Roman Religion, it reaches the Governors ears those Jesus words, that “we are all brothers and sisters”. These words reached the Kings ears and they all trembled, angry for these words “that everyone is even.” They all looked to each other, meet with each others eyes, those who are in power and hungry for blood. At their command, they all desired and gave order to find this man, this man known to everyone, as the son of the poor and lowly from a small town, dared to be called “God” to everyone, “King of the Pharisees”.

The Kings and those who are in power are gnashing their teeth, their hatred towards this man is unspeakable, they all haste to find this man, their thoughtless desire to find him, for they are blinded by their pride, boastful of their wealth and power, and so they build an execution site, where it is called the “place of the skull,” in hebrew, “Golgotha.” A Calvary where many christians refer to as the site of the crucifixion. The Golgotha, where they will execute the “Son of God.” Then finally, His purpose and HIS will to save the world is finished. “It is finished,” He uttered His last words and then He expired!

Jesus collided to Calvary, they exert their forces to each other in a short time. They collide in great forces where Jesus met his fate. He died hanging in the hand of the Holy Cross, and from there He came down to His grave and in the fortieth day He ascended into Heaven and received the reward, the respect of His people, the crown of “His Kingship”, forever and ever!

HIS tears are teardrops from heaven to His people’s heart like a morning dew, His words are like refreshment, a spring to their hearts, to their beings, and the no ending faith to this God who humbled Himself to redeem the world from their sins, and His blood is like a seed, for their nourishment to His sacred teachings worthy to keep the faith in their hearts, a new born faith called “Christianity.” His Cross is a sign that we are redeemed and the key to Heaven, the key to His Kingdom, The Paradise!

THE PROPHECIES ARE FULFILLED!!!

to be continued……………………………

For hundreds of years, the world is at rest, people are in the midst of a life in peace and in comfort. This has not been seen since the death of Numa Pompilius, the legendary second king of Rome. His Kingship reigned from 715 – 763 BC, succeeding Romulus after a one year interregnum. He was of Sabine origin, and many of Rome’s most important religious and political institutions are attributed to him.

After the death of Romulus, there was an interregnum of one year in which the royal power was exercised by members of the senate in rotation for five days in a row. In 715 BC, after much bickering between the factions of Romulus (the Romans) and Tatius (the Sabines), a compromise was reached, and the Sabine Numa Pompilius was elected by the senate as the next king. Based on Roman chronology, Numa died of old age in 673 BC. He was succeeded by Tullus Hostilius

At the death of Numa Pompilius, God looked down on earth. As He glanced down to earth, He stared in distressed because He saw that most of humanity are living in sin. This is when God decided to come down on earth and incarnate himself, to become flesh and blood, a human born of a virgin to pour down HIS blood on earth to save the world from their sins. HE planned that HIS coming should be the start of a big historical account, to tell it big to the whole world that the Son of God from Heaven came down to earth to die a cruel death, a heroic and amazing death to save humanity from their sins.

This is what happens: Those mischievous worshippers of Homer’s gods and goddesses of Olympus, those carnals, immodest, depraved, obscene and dishonest worshippers of Venus, the provocative and gossipers, worshipping “Mercury the Thief,” that those careless and obnoxious Lords, Dons, wealthy and well renowned men and women of the Capitols are considered living in content of pleasure and laziness.

Homer a Greek and blind poet was born sometimes between the 12th and the 8th BC, possibly on the coast of Asia Minor. He was famous for the epic poems, “The Iliad and the Odyssey,” which have had an enormous effect on Western culture. The Iliad and the Odyssey have provided not only seeds but fertilizer for almost all the other arts and sciences in Western culture. For the Greeks, Homer was the Godfather of their national culture, chronicling its mythology and collective memory in rich rhythmic tales that have permeated the collective imagination.

Homer’s real life may remain a mystery, but the very real impact of his works continues to illuminate our world today.

In that time, their peaceful living in a long time is big mystery and they are wondering of why there could be so much peace in their lifetime, with no wars and rumors of wars. In this manner, people decided to visit the Temple and consult the famous oracle of Apollo. Apollo was the Olympian God of prophecy and oracles, music song and poetry, healing, plague and disease, and the protection of the young. He was depicted as a handsome, beardless youth with long hair and attributes such as a wreath and branch of laurel, bow and quiver of arrows, raven and lyre.

They consulted the oracle of Apollo and ask of how long more, this good and peaceful living they are experiencing would last?, and the oracle of Apollo respond and says: “until a virgin gave a birth to a child.” When they heard this readings and as they leave the Temple, they are bewildered and whispering with each other that this cannot happen for it is impossible for a virgin to give birth to a child, and for this uncertain readings, they were furious and put a banner in front of their proud Temple and these words were written: “TEMPLE OF A PEACEFUL LIFE FOREVER AND EVER.”

While this is happening, a well renowned and skillful woman, a fortune teller, heard a voice, from Heaven and Heaven whispered in her ears, she then received a message that in this wicked and perverse city, captivating and inviting, with these luscious people will born a “CHRIST.”

Upon the spread of this prophecy, the former Roman Emperor, Octavio Augusto, in 23 September 63 BC-19 August AD 14 was a Roman statesman and military leader who became the first emperor of the Roman Empire, reigning from 27 BC until his death in AD 14. He was the first ruler of the Julio-Claudian Dynasty. As this Roman Emperor heard the news of this prophecy, he then called all his councilmen for a meeting and investigate this well renowned woman, a fortune-teller, asking her and want to be informed if he, Octavio Augusto the Cesar of the Romans an Emperor, “will there be born a man that will be more powerful than he is?” As they were waiting for her response, everyone, simultaneously looked up to heaven, and to their amazement, they saw the sun, the edge of this sun was surrounded by a golden crown, and in the middle of this brilliant golden crown is the splendor of a virgin woman carrying a beautiful child on her bosom. This sight of this did spread all over the city and they were all in wonder and mystified about this.

To be continued………

SHOCKING REVELATION OF THE LOST STORIES OF OUR WORLD, FROM THE ANCIENT TIME TO NOW!!!

I stumbled into an ancient story that may shock you, or the world for the information it gives me of how different the ancient world is, to our world now.

These stories I have discovered are worth loving and worth treasuring it into our minds and hearts. And these stories I am about to write will help us understand some histories that are hard to understand in our modern times, especially the youngsters now that they could hardly understand the meaning of life, our existence that should be cherished and celebrated just for being in this world. The celebration of being born into this world, the happiness we are experiencing in life and most of all the sufferings and trials we are enduring, the sufferings and trials that should be embraced and love our life more. The love that God is giving us, is making us more worthy, worthy of HIS LOVE and Reverence, for we are HIS BELOVED!!!

These stories that I am about to write is worth keeping it in our hearts with love and reverence to Our Lord Jesus. You cannot find these stories anymore in our modern world, for we are lost and everything we started for as the children of God, the children of light is lost and forgotten, in this modern world, that is wrapped in darkness, and hope is almost gone, where we have nothing to hold on to but the invisible God we thought have forgotten us!!! It’s time to recall who we are, and what we are in this end times.

My Readers and my friends, I am about to start a beautiful story that no one have ever told you, and for the first time, you will see that all those ancient stories that your ancestors had told you from the past are true and genuine.

The Bible is a very Holy and world renowned book. It is worth taking care of and hide this in a very secure place, hide this book with love, hide it in out hearts, hide it in the four corners of this world like the youngest child of the family, and we won’t regret to hide this in our book shelves, of its worthiness that even the experts and well renowned Christians and Catholics, considered this book as the Book of this World, the Book of Life.

You will only read this book and learn this information, here in my BLOG! For Free!! Because it is from GOD!!!

This book is a MASTERPIECE!!!!