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libidomechanica · 9 months ago

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A storm by which fortune this lubrique and

A Meredith sonnet sequence

And of þe þyȝes þe lappez a lyttel hole þe hende haf ben euer of tryed tolouse, and the gate so splendor; in the brighten’d all that is—Material Form, and chicken noodle soup. Men will be cast offence, now think at himself and by mistake. A love to your winter’s night’s blue instead, what all the referee. Ress to the Thespian spring, is call’d Diana’s chorus bland: without some scene if some malignant disease, as toil and the beach is the words to spare, Ah! A storm by which fortune this lubrique and wanton o’er the eldee; brode, bryȝt, and loyal scratching eyes like a dream of compayny, til þe sunne. Han auntered, here who dared to a place me where gainst his head.

Resting beast the bright and great shame broken in by none but felt the world was serpent optics on his forehead be the Knowledge plies; others, although at present the field, that sad affair one, and grasp’d his mysdede, he markes each other who sings win; and having climb’d the haunted space like a cowardise of his brachez þe boerne.—Quite in vain; all but fragile brother: they natural temper’s really don’t; because he must be court com þe crabbed lentoun, þat forgat not one barren among the simple than does th’ afflicted came, and, for the name once. Behold whiles with spikenard sendeth forth the storm it raged, and I have sung, or even Apollonius: something of trawþe.

Tis a grand Napoleon of the time, that give their Cakes and over intellectual Light that the sash a shake a stroke to glass, and who had perceivest, whereon it must blow, or I shall be its named mount Pleasant Quyre of Frogs still a gigantic pain. Its kiss afresh, as when we innowe. That lately bowstring lights and sooty the man who gads upon this our time, when as tho’ that ye still to be perspicuous; and not the shadow white as swan or colour of each will pine if we can get her, which had e’er infected and broȝt hym byde at þat couþe cowpled hor holde, as may be seker traweþ. To that lived till were to fade and his berde, saue þat fallez, and þou hatz frayst here.

’ Nature’s riche words she spake—The world’s great store of my own nostrils, should not stand, you are my world, baring itselfe, still we flutter fro þe lynde tachez þe rayn in erde I neuer þe French flod Felix Brutus, þe bolde burnes best semed. The chilly on her beauty only sad one; for Hymen also crown from heaven help to sing, happy influence from sacred peace some fly, some small Jack Horner, ’ and learn. I swear, said he, it is time to gaze o’er they little foxes, that euen to have taken in carriage feast and make you look into those still voice; as an olde cragge, and anguish wrung the midst there was a lonely cell o Mercury, assistance, sir, create kindness, destroyd!

And gladly hym by stoden to nye hym on-ferum, bot neked, hir brest lipp’d, yet canst wait while abye. The trembling dotage touch I then by a jailor, fee by a place, my heart stay, and ruddy, the commes to entertainment perfect, and as a self- will, and your equal courteous mixture of me, nor any days, had hid away into the referee. Locks incurl’d gray beard, sharp spere, schinande bryȝt, with resolution climb, and sayde Cros Kryst yow forȝelde. Then came down a slight lead thee, let us wish was before how the edges of talkyng. The curious gums are night. If thou canst thou dost so charge you, O daughter, your day one kind than spurring and me also mine.

From weary tendrils, and behold no more I hear, or eye hovering light—the hall displays, and the window my bodé knowe; and þay busken to the old man came down into tears each House of those eyes, and great a nation they with palace high. Beauty new and fruit there. Ruth forgive us! Then would give me. In mony stif motez. But to hymself þat ilk tulk þat þer were strewn flowers, there’s Whitbread? Blissfully have once she passion in the others slept, kind Nature’s deep repose to heaving piously. And was gone to find of death these common cry and looking that heart its long-forgotten— in folly haunting of youth sincere, friends have worn; ye grots that echo to the Pope.

A love only live and demands your desired his degré grayþely graduate, still, exceptions, love among his harsh intentions poor: that all thy charms, faded the still she did both from Indus to the roots in thy love! To sing: ne let the table of trifle, scarcely gazed as oft I have faithless man we love of office, fed by foul corrupting. And turns up more disserued semly innoȝe ar herde I hope no relieve: which promised sometimes into my light come to me, I schulde hym doun lystyly, as the dead. And the might hand is fayre grece, þat I may now he þat watz in mynde quen yow lyst for you has made herde of þe wod of all flesh, or fresher, bright, that Fate alone.

Too of somer þat sues þerafter; þay vmbekesten cloþen vpon day, daunsyng on lenþe þe lyre and a foo hym bysyde. When thence thou forsake ȝe þis silke, ’ sayde Cros Kryst witnesse well her maids and meet below the pillow stood; and, after and shave been severely know tis she practised here an orchard- plot; and he might vnhappy word! The God only vocal with one chain of Sorrow, wrath, and approve his matynnes telle! Se þat scho hade on lode. Full of things be drown’d, bright torch of Venus, play your virtues we recite, tis true, it gets another in hot and coynt of purer air hast thou to soothe my pen and when thousand people I have not be pathetically told.

Which came in baba and Juan’s chamber þay þe syde pendaundes, for his chamberlayn, þe sleȝtez of gold. And disapproves; ev’n thou start no more? Therefore a woman love, my sweet, if twas too far that such a common cry and this is the ioyfull day the same given him over, from op’ning skies are as pillars the speediest way. Star appears already written lately, by delay, a plenteous proud despair? ’ Round sown with theirs; as free: but when thousand heraldry become a sod. I say a dream, far less continent, and like a woundez þat euer I yow blame. ’Er I turn my barren back stretches, with eyelids stretched her throat, in mony syker knyȝt at þe niyȝt neȝed þe tyme.

Who, not by consequence of her oath, which t is time in day to the grass, there is no more. To the next meet her pillow under thy tongue can tell their earnest word was a lonely kid in a big black and long together. How does Love speak! And Pegasus hath Love speak, kneel, touch, and little. At the heat of matter that shuts again a weakest flowers also in hell. A dreadful sights cannot find how heau’nly fair; the transfused into his compassions in revenge be wrought. Shrank closer—one day was near adjoining the sky; proud, shall feel an overhaile. No more bot snyrt hym noþyng lowe; þat oþer, myn honour, wait till with his harmonious lay, lede, lif for her thrones.

If lookin’ to me, Rise up, my love, my undefiled of Sensual Abyss, under the summer long of beetle is a friendly breasts poorest hovel to a hole, whyrlande out on Shooter’s Hill; and lucent syrops, that, thoughts of love be sweet self; if thou deserved thy kirtle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad. And dances is,—though it’s not mine, condemn’d whole world of beauty scarcely heard them one trance, I cheued to þe flesche crabbed lentoun, þat fraysted þe twys, and thought she foundations underneath: there were seen, and acts of lead, or adamant, to kysse at your charms possess’d, no craving voted, dined, drunk, gamed, and abash’d with lel letters from the cross her muse will I be saved?

Heath, the rest. And heads, before the wordes, with anyskynnez countenaunce ne of sleep to speke: what, is þis Arthures hous, ’ quoþ þe gayne þow me gef, as god wylle— and we be warmed heart as softest of men. For her Sicilian air. Deprived of bodies ruined by the tender, yet dare not be vain, and there are not see the fawn that kiss afresh, as when we meet me, gang by me be maintained: but from this words to her palsied hand, she felt the cause me at my feet; how shall sink with saȝez sene þis melly watz keped, boþe þay maked. It said, but, if a bribe appear, and anchor with care that to my sight that write, oh write not, then, anon, there happen’d a slight enough.

Pray yow, for all the heart, with stilts, a moderate Hotspur on the air, and with the beds of silver. ’Er marble fountains of spices, and in a climber for he myȝt, and will have tender age was foreclosed. An almost twelve hours, I would convey, and to come away. Before had come and gedered þe grene as my brother, like a saint forgiv’n. How beautiful house, they, sunlike, every thing, and diapred lyke to a steel cable spanning to not wait henceforth, like to a motion not my gruel! Slumber- drunk an Arab in the door, we will build upon me, do not get far was the shirt since in wide Corinth’s voice, such chaffer, ȝif ȝe lufed your ears sleeping over me.

He paused, and wyȝt wakned þeroute, bi þat hit kepes, Ful erly bifore þe hyȝe hode þat þou tellez, I wyl nauþer, bot for luf lotez so wayke. Good Saints for a hint or stay, poure out the leaves his burn rych, bolde burne, I besechez, and root myself concern: indeed a wide wilderness and fearless bride thank Heaven, and the dying day, the only can bear, yet not Woman e’er complaineth. They but perfume the eddying flowrd, and beauty from childhood? He cried, tis sure is black night the tapers when it grew alone she turning blushing real. I try to the daffodils. Warm breath be o’er; and when will waken strayt, the basest brought thee that if thou canst view from his fote he forth.

Can warm earth’s poorest hovel to a home. And þe lyȝtez bilyue, and love destroy; and high, swells in every nation. Said her chamber þay sette in þat slade þe seruyse of þat ilk tulk þe tale, of cortyn and con studied þat wyth a much steuen tohewe hym þoȝt, and tween the tempest in his lome, and pair the countless verdurous glooms of night, then do mine eyes like a youth of Corinth’s voice. Have supposed to crowd; and as he atled, þer half alcohol, to think their rayes to make her arms around, and, since ready cash—but all sore the altar rise, and þou schal hunt in þis hall, and attended; in whose statues, friezes, column he lean, be she stream of the birdie’s nest, and the death?

After so many hours later did it become the hallow’d at his rosy deed, and I am wy��e at yowre knyȝt tok gates are not a sea that night, nor what is The Sea of Animal Desire, as if they were works of mercy are have in thy nose is a move set down under other self the fiend best, of hand, when a roast and bit were to perish on them bent like a climbed the vow of them make glad to better barbican þat yow like you seize my brand new. Dawning grace sende to þe gome þat hit kepes, Ful erly ho watz Arthurez wonder’d how soone be day: now none doth lie, and an appeals,—although was much thy fresh green leaves are as sudden, drew forth his Teeth.

Were not being made fierceness and ful snart, þat proud humility; like a clime where a small gear to a young Jove with which thought of this discouerez, his long ago; and by; and he stopp’d, and thoughts were kept in a cave eating hence with periwinkle trailed its memory resign, and knowing surely high requiem becometh leaping upon thee I lay; if thou keep’st me leaves on the beak, or at that high-built fair demesne; so in the opening on his hands.—Whose parts could so in Grecian mayde delight, a full-born beauty’s use, if they were quite enough to earth beneath all-eloquent reply, marrying to rectify your heart as sound, through an unbudded rose?

His young Corinth all, thoughts to tell: we needs the grapes. And Et sepulchred, where Laura lay, whom all to meet. The Flame that, not I, but speakes senses reel: some hungry and love, which looks could not meet with Thee! Like his massy portal door, and cease thy place of all her train, nor tree, I will be cast a frown on this superior sway, for Forty Mornings pass’d on to stab herself, he took to the boyes run a small iron door, or dusky caves, long-sounding aisles, and Satyrs, Fauns, and saffron; calamus and curse on all laws but to be wrought, in ancient ditty, long since he mas without-end hours, and mark the wine at flower and o’er, and the throne, and said, It grieve the printless walls!

The amorous writing, as suite, later, cleaning of This Mystery which it isn’t decorous today to settled all in the next meet has been a grateful loveth: I sought of poesy! Is it not such a way as do’s the glory brighter shone, and all the censer cloud, around by their spell? As thought him, but huge heȝt hit me þynkkez on þe morn to be for I disdaine, his spirit bade the wine has play watz euesed al vmbetorne abof his schulde I wale þe, ’ quoþ þe tulk, towen fro ferre, and heart with to ȝelde, with thankful heart, with milk, and living fame, whose knees he sank, pale now, and intermingled graves has left but stern, and my hand against his liddez, ful lyȝt and drain’d.

And with gret dyn to þe court, knyȝt, tyl Krystmasse euen, al one. Her Lord him soft names who remaine, for to tell me ye merchant giving up to his claws wept. Ne let th’ vnpleasant fruits; camphire in law. Where things. As if they might probably attaining, doth share it! From the mighty hall or galleries solely, and mony pynakle payntet watz done and pilaus, think their names whose plants, trunks, for thee.—I have seen before my pype, and with me i carry your own t’ increase his pipe, they most doth the sea inside your eccho ring. Here is, transparent case whilst eyes with them into stelbawe and strydez alofte, munt as maȝtyly as he feng at þe lude to beauty being dead.

He answer and such eyes of delight, earth gaue that small iron door, or dusky colonnade. Blue-eyed fly to the warm blood, and blue; striped like the flitter-winged Dryad of the night, I find him; I cannot meat corruption is my fare; letez me ouertake you ready, o mount þer þe falssyng, foule and more the light giuing lamps around lanes morne for to haf wonnen. As much embarrass’d, never pry—lest we love that appear, tis only because in space of satisfaction as if well used the breast, whereeuer þe gome he watz dyȝt and berez, and þe gray morne, and sette on his honde haldez þe fayre on his schalk schewen, þer such trembling strife of heart! Some way it can’t supposed to speak.

And Madeline’s fair, ever singing, Die, oh! Do crown the east, from either to the dark chilling thus, ye meadows, which was square, because thee. ’Er had been half a sin to mix their house, and to see; sweet-gard’n-nymph, to whom all surmised by blinded alike; like Juan, I’ll be-’—Now, pray, ’ repletion rather way: so sure: leave thy sweet mood when thy heart It ended, and health, and madee hym mawgref his honde schulde teches of knyȝtez, his longe quyle. No lady e’er is ogled by my power to kindles red. How often calle ful hyȝe, and I gif yow, Gawayn þe noble innoȝe ar herde in Lumbardie lyftes lyȝtly he melez muryly wyth þe stablye, þat gentyle to myseluen.

Darts his resting beauties proud desire. And if thou like this sweet; the breadth of poisoned notes, while my very body sways. Little troubling honey, for wit, war, sense, permits whate’er the painted maid, and Baba, who has stood and in, surface, mud. ’St thy fair flowers are only husband, friends? And counterchangeably reflected in cold winds too strict, and with a jeep. His Highness’ eunuch made a dim, silver mail, and let me dream once more danger is less supply: so rich in his course. ’ Round and die brushing, if it shall have circle, what? At evening, as waters, and being expect, but the gloomy tun with wonder of sostnaunce at pleasures in: let no semblaunt to your heart.

Oh were I but with his world, my true-love hath not liquors exchange dissolve, and voyded her Circean head, taking flight from this won’t anent this streams that greatly scorne to swim naked stood, he flew, breath’d from my eyes. And wait the really so, you’re psychic no one came a ruin: side by thy beauty new and feels, unless than a hermit’s fast— that in a cloak, which might vnhappy chance, ere more fond eyes and evenings in her chambers, reigneth in masquerading memory of a thousand to commend. On thy sweet pride. Hit is þe best, if not the guerdon stiffened by his uisage verayly his vesture, and you ask how she wondrous few, sad, last gray hairs—Alas me! And brightness?

This surkot semed as he watz holȝ inwith, nobot an olde caue, or a creuisse of an acting of the hands before a jury here. Choose me your hidden fire, they say his liddez, ful lyȝt at his mounture heir. The odourd sheetes, and semly innoȝe. He looked as some other, husband-hunting fires and of absence so bytyde, and fayryȝe þe folk þere hit in the font: each villa on the dame sans mercy: Hark! Lamia, now a spirit pass’d him o’er with calm-planted steps below, mild as she beames to make the universal egotism, that all this in my head, and coveted wassaillers will take hold of a Better Venus, to hear thy voice was so grand mistake.

Maud with my spelle. When he watz telded vp a tabil on trestes als, and drop in these are charms, faded the other’s life, she stood a censers their panting hour: but their hue, and should blessed with hunte and pictures. Not more foolish heart to her wi’ matter of sostnaunce and life, was steel’d by his middle age, he could countess, or where she died. With hir þrote bare myntez at hym schowen to þe prynce wit still to meet you. Of gentle Hermes, by my serpent rod, and once, and quen he britned to her lord. Like a strong and his crimes, this is no dreames, an amatory poets sing; ne let false world’s tear-drop melts, a man, tall, extremest needs, when aware of þe broun with us.

If Orpheus voyce had she grief I lie, kind, virtuous drops a bright, for tongue; a sad tale saddens all men, till the self-same pains inhabit; and, like to the revels rude, where all burden of his browe bite non wolde—þaȝ þe ende and all the woods no more sublime that such a selly in siȝt summer all can sit your own dressed the Pile; and soon juan, whose silent air, or proud desired his weary cry. Back to the parent to his helme, þer watz so ȝep þat hit hardily hole, and rack and light? In halle þay were it nothing happen’d a slight enough you borrow’d see us in the day, the sun blinks kindly cold: such sweet and mid- May’s eldest thus, Ah, Lycius, look behind.

And with alle þe spech þis weppen, I quit-clayme hit forth the clouds, to vent that she wound with that would sleep twelve hours, and drop into the gloom of their extremely condescend in few lives, never happy state! From the censer old, and colour and cloudy rack, south-westward to save his burnez in his fourth, our royal bird? Eldest thus, acquiring unsought hers gave a dream, alas! The time for my turnkey Lowe. Who at six years that prodigy, Miss Araminta Smith who at sixteen translated Hercules Furens’ into a doubtful tale from tigress robb’d of your tongues language plainly so, he look’d there’s not a whyle wyth bullez and þe godmon, grant my boon!

On mony syker knyȝt comly: Bi Kryst, ’ quoþ þe kyng comfort, now my theekit cot; the soft wind sleep, when I lit the ragbag. Jury of love doth keepe thus leaving that, by filling it, the rabid wolf whose confounded deer, o’er craggy mount, you should I be as the convuls’d with her will ne thousand guests something somewhat locust blow-’ and he made; heaven, with sorrowfull complain fickle Man is apt to rove: look abroad her beseemes a virtue we could wrench aught at once, where stands, as in the same a shadow-like is wrought, but her outward show may correspondence wit still drink ink in again: if a flowers to deck thee with us. And let’s obay cool’d a long seal’d.

I have saved our lives, and fairer fingers in her was translate; as equally the Queen—I have liv’d to hand his garden when they were hasped in hourly reading span, t would keep her lovely Polly Stewart, there is a garden in her views upon the Cross my eye, pant on thee. And thought others by thy beauty foremost individual under your Gowne, or interwove; as if he can easily might meets though you borrow’d all except in one grief and a fig for the time, from comming, marke how each field above, for he myȝt, for to henge, þer pass my evening, now, while hurried Lamia melt into one Lady Booby, phaedra, and after a time. Doe ye write.

In the forme words dissolve, and I think that right. Thine, bot vnhap had hym ayled, þaȝ hym no gome þat þe last of þe Rounde Table, vche freke þat þer bayen hym to woȝe, whatever had been fucked with panes of having eyes like swine, with curling breezes blown to stab herself, that name the snake, and I will, and a thrill and still I write not, for sale, þaȝ ȝe had twenty thousand drink of Hippocrene, My Madeline: clusters of smoke, in a case of golde; queme quyssewes þen, þat snayped þe wylde so atwaped wyȝes þat euer schulder, blande aloft with some great examples; pity that echo to the grass, there is sometime absent from his carriage into one answere, not speakers ever.

He con hym þe world, forgotten loose frown would shatter gladly hym þoȝt. Of fashion’d all perpend if you think? For heavens’ majesty should therefore do not melt! What so its intricacies. Time driven: they soundly slept in shape of beauty new and of Good, of Joy and Sorrow, wrath, and she was a boy I kept awake. For wonder. Me, sirs, that we think, do all that is, a chain was thrown, nor much the smart? It were to aspye wyth blys abloy Ful oft con launced ful quyte, and fruit, as full, began to blush back again. When Madeline, said he, it would affords a strawberry do stir saving any? For when, by magic, his imagination of th’ all-beauteous Mind.

In spread a green-white rose in June, I to here, pursued his toes, I know that if Diogenes could not these wonder of ledez ar on lenþe faren, oþer noyse ful newe neȝed þe tymez ful gaye gered ouer þe bryȝtest’, þe burde to weep! As her Saviour’s time; and I here, nightly do inherit, of blesse the pavement: so I had him borne blusched on a secret darke, that they thought praise a glass shows that thee forgot to proof the turtle is impanneled a quest of alle day, the only gods them moved on; all of the most kyd of your fantasy was lovely in the lamplighted looked upon his gall, is fancy’s spread, tho’ father or not a Maying. July day with spelle.

If ȝe wyl a whyle wyth goud her praysed for earthly lyres, while the smell of sorts, takes it alway to god, and all, through the fridge, on the wind; strange is the unnamed boy on the wingèd brow dost mount and blossumez bolne to break the rents? With wreaths of smoke, in a cloak, as I glide to schuld seye heþen. Of Animal Alloy, till the sod. But then to wooing me. The lady, let all for al the worst’s a glory, like a thousand arms is dissipated; the effeminate mankind, to raise a large domain, and hem tofylched, as well as any god welde! Of midnight love they haggled, wrangled, swore, too—so they pass o’er who refuse to remwe. Everyone was pliant to love.

Replied, Old gentleman, I’m not a lady fair one, and schade hit herde I hope þat þi hert and þoled hir ful softly by his middle line, yet forgot to praise, that tender-person’d Lamia, no, not one. He sometimes thou among the choice. Tis but their flairing, idle texts pursued his travels he saw his chamber þay dronken, and then his Highness proven abortive but we remain, here fame is a spectre-thin, and Counter-turn, and, having and wafted far arose a rich rurd þat hit here, where- so countenaunce ne of sleep on talking for I disdain intended as if the victory, being in the day, the only one of her name. In his chambrez with lore.

Hearing a tythe which is requisite? Even Petrarch wept, and, like Painter wind, concerned with thy soul abroad, when his Highness cast a shadow shadows and thus, Ah, Lycius replied, I thoughts and tempting looks, thy neck is like skaters on angel wings, and red in þe wowes, vnder heaven he grass, does th’ afflicted came, and ho steppez he into a comfort to get through the gloomier taper’s lie? That to thy grace was at her face, no uttered the cannons rattle, thou roll’st above his fetures all in white, burnez tellen, þay ferden to þe knot; þay gryped to himself more worth their pride, which open’d, and colour and remarried, they more will bear, the pain.

Ere twice, four black is fairest and take hit take pains inhabited her speakers—I have his. Out of honour at þis tyme, iche tolke þat he sung, and threw their eyes gave me despairs, And now tis sin, so lively figur’d, as he did not stop like a fiend in a tangled in vain for his new, commence to quat ȝe demen me to mach, for my heart is rest. Upstairs, the warm, unnerved arm the dying misers giv’n, and warm th’ unfruitfull progeny, as still withinne, and still, except once I did address her brydel barred for thee aright, helpe to addorne my beauty being only multiplicity a grace, like a long tresses and every stars as you may be better!

In solemn grove, in solemn day, when the storm by which this, but he gave sweet nymph that pen doth pleasant though in Cupid’s college she had refuse: daughter move, and ay þe lappe and Asia, you beckoned to a bryȝt grene, and go at last with the due grimace by those on the wine. While we can get her, while the sun; coral is far more red than mistresses and me. And þe mirþe þat þe court haldez þe heuen I hope nor there, like the Spring-tides full heights and smooth, and that, thou loue, in her miraculous power show, the pairtrick whirring o’er the sun strike a sharp eyes, accompts did clear; and ev’ry green, save where he deems it rich hair which at my myȝt, for þre at þe gaynes yow lasse.

Their names in brass. ’ Matters if they have seen— the House, and ye stir not up, nor an Eye to watch the Last sole Agent is in that gray-beard wretched over it remember the eldee; brode, bryȝt, Ande eft a ful longe; at þe graces and on its ample stored there be and it’s you any consolate at night he pass’d on their shibboleth, God damn! And worse than ever spake! But all that is þe worþyly þay asken spycez, þat for to haf greued for thee, robed in armez, and a hue like jewel, here and aboute, bi þat þe freke þat þe lace, which Eve might obliges me to answer, nor sideways, but a little as the covered in þe wyȝe hit yow falles, and hating yardwand, home.

Or they taught from thee to mount and go to bed, about love to these are cedar, and many maiden come into a forest ful frely hym knowez þe colde. And ho steppez into sweet enemy Fraunce; horsemen. Who fled. I may be seker bi þis braunch of courses run; if human ties, spreads his ransom. Hiding throat, in mossy skulls that dwalt on þe stones weren. Surveyed her horses, girls to tourne to þat Krystmasse, with art and to testify th’ offence, now acheue chaunce þat I have all: unbribed it gave; or, if for her that changeably reflected in trine. Mine, there had left us flaccid and safely just, breaking the storm it pass’d a single inky whisker.

And have I sate reclin’d wave high, and let a tale grow in the lily-of-the-valley is a flock deserved from the clos’d the handles heap’d, to say that well forgot to prove those chin was, in procession to ill. Then they who watch thee here! Lips, touch’d their loves; and leave thy mind, that all sorts and sigh’d, or forest-trees wet with clearer lightning, and doth rise fresh desired, was one who waite on hymself quat he might intrude, and kisses smooth rocks, we are Nature, of hopes of her where’er my own nostrils, should hope for none will leaves, are shaken with tempests of golde bot þe hastlettez, as þe brymme bysyde, as hit boyled hym surely and there, light years they dazzled by a single ball.

To honours, ’ quoþ þe gay burde to þe masse, laykyng of my stinging shrill-edged shriek, start with crooked pins fish thou, lighting, a man loves a man was a woman’s form by silence and cold; that tedious absence you’ll know long while it lasted, auinant. And wished her throat to a race of þe grene lace, þe lere he hym gret, and hath its wings, which I have seen—and show they strike mine. And comming nest doth not the shades of virtues, endlesse moniment. Had reach a quarter of her drurye þat daye, to þe fyndyng, and by black and ryȝt hym by þe halle ful ofte; þe olde auncian wyf heȝest ho sytte, and curtsies I display’d the Asian shades we’ll speak no wordez were soure to spare. True to the maid?

’ On which here þi helme on his heart, there yet lingers, and made retreating looks were na comin’ to me. Maybe January light and be the Captain’s lady. Wants to be bespread; since in a watrie glasse, or how can move to live thy Protestant to tutor in love engendering when in the measure they came up from the blossom. To make those Janizaries, and vchone; so in the Zodiac run, ever in the people I have suppose, which go up from his cote. Surely she went, leauing him for a throbbing star with carp he coȝed ful of doubt, for those sorrow’s bidding himselfe he doth well denote love’s alarum pattereth the grand rested, and begun to bid good-night?

And bring such credit of the burne to hell for your Eccho ring. ’ Said Juan, carpe diem, ’ Juan, I’ll be-’—Hold! You know backward the Essential Soul, its Raiment clean of Mortal Taint, before I eþe þe, haþel, how þat doȝty watz poudred ayquere, rugh ronkled county balls. I wish I knew a woman crying. Thus lily, rose, like two incubi, they drive the hem of her first approach of the lions’ dens, from wall to you to pray: so that they do but tend upon the lie and gray, therefore and for Pyramus, and syþen a craftyly sleȝe. Can such a crakkande kry as klyffes hade crowen al naked, þat þe sunne helden tongue would fly, as the might fell,—don Juan, who did the aching ghost.

Yet methinks, it shod the cast in his own. As light hers gave afresh the liberty commits, when victim then, the Maiden’s form by silence brew’d, to the young ambitious songs of God, or for bread, a purse, a heȝe stede, he marked by a spider it was like Homer’s spring-tides full array’d in Intelligible, with pleasant fruits, new and fell into all: the throat untied a kerchiefs at a scharp lened, and koyntyse of þat sale to telle of þe world, which mostly for that she have deserving with ingratitude conceal the night chemise as wreathed tomb shall our vows, as several strutted, others for the power to remene. With golden bourn into þe hyȝe tyde.

So this I never love likes well-sung woes will not wait henceforth from her chambers held breath, this calm, their most rich ore: nor barn nor house: and not her virgin zone he lengez þe colde borne, I gaue that if thou to death. And yeeld the Maker’s praise altered not, nor mov’d; from every highway’s clear: before attention may hir calle, for þe fox watz stapled stifly strike louied. Least, is gain’d of length of laws, since in thine eremite: yet not Woman e’er company, can win a consequences are bad. And fayryȝe þe folde hewen ston vp to þe metail anamayld was like a lady in the hills, the eye could such eyes diffus’d a recipe he’d written—wash it out, þere hit in thine arm!

Be snuff’d out by an article.—Now, sir swete, felle of þe chauncely hatz tyme þe lorde is come, some Orient palaces, to work more bronze, and Dryȝtyn! Had not got to gathers sank serene! At whose livery ye wear, look ye not waken’d, but court caroles to my soul made even to ken the coarse has been brede; made tongues could return, with the tempest t were a day had gone by, when the spouse, drop as the flying sounds daily more like a bell being quick and she what I haf herd carp, and pleasures, and lyȝten on þis wyly wyth a luflych greuez ar bare, þat brode Bretayn watz neuer payred at þe lady on lyue layne not þe mon and those enchanter’s night!

Is a crime; where we have me parauenture. And barren among þe lere he may be true, it groweth noone with the kitchen cabinet, I read such a numberless majesty saluted hiss of desire. Or fame, or none, yet they can’t say, ’t would keep a sharp tempest t were thou up thy powre hath my heart, and I am going by his being vanquish’d for Agnes’ moon hath rudded, her souls, give me the blissfully haven’d both from the water; for heaven and bow’d and all array’d, with banners? And þe whene alce, and fele kyn fischez, summe fel in þe waters which himself, his though t is in Boston, writing, an upturned nest beneath th’ Atlantic roar.

Nay for euer in his patience to guide-books, rhymes, tours, sketches, with spiry turrets crown’d, while to the Nereids fair wind into those who loved, that shining all that love you thirty- two and amber the holly’s sheen, that wontst to ease my musing melancholy rite for to lie groan doth plead yourself keeps him another time; and, for aught by his wombe and his blown back, and his reflection taught to grasp the heaven known unto the great prosers, and rapture’s self, and wyth fayre Hebe, and her breath’d upon him; wedded dame, þe chaunce of þe worchyp, ne for aught but soon his praise of Or Molu. Said she, sir? The flower sheds fragrant flowers his face con make you this liue long galleries.

For your wife for kinder fete, þere as new; and full well, and þat leke vmbe his schalk, þat þou schal telle yow tenez þerof beres wyttenesse; syphen Brutus bokez þeroute, blwe bygly in buglez þre baret þat louked at her to the few or many, to cutting of arwes—at vche warþe oþer better looks were seem’d to sleight whispered. Myself within the mortgage was but the air is as a fright, and for me. That to his own, I have a coruscation like small lady bright soul broke out of tune, he sayned hym sone, rise in this fair appear where the very view want note ryche. For vch mon had faced Napoleon the height; for which fair Madeline began to shrills, the time.

Ugly; for instance—Ninon de l’Enclos. My mistress and the cherry. Another brightest ground. Take it, while his veins would give me a lorde, for hit watz Wawen and bowe your simple and me. The which they breathe; but if that bare þre dayez, and golde he be a wall, and derworþly serued, and I schal swere swyfte by his mien; and the wayside to lick th’ effused sacrifice to the heroes if silence the living poets, ’ as every elements may’st thou fayre pelure purely I trowe; gawan watz cummen with flower sheds fragrant-curtains, and at þis kest, ȝif hit soth were þat auþer God hym gret, and on so felle me þat trwely, þaȝ ȝe hade hent in full-throated ease.

Ar herde tellez; bot who-so knew þe costez þe knot ryally wyth a bryȝt blaunner aboue, enbrauded abof, menske þenkkez, I haf sen a selly, I may never saw one, whose was pleasures of tresoun þenne wakned wele in þerafter, braydez out þe haþel vnder God for ferde hastid þider swyþe, gederez of þe hyde, þer as þe grene to me, and quat chek so ȝe acheue to kayre on his ryȝt fare, and al bigrauen with all þe welkyn. As fast to be won, beauteous though the breadth of plainness and for hymns in the mound of Thamis, Hail! Anthea, I am cattle to give some mould’ring go through Rows’ most moder so delicious were enbrauded semez, and hay!

Ambitious to be; all feel the world of love; behold you let thy love, I wene, wyth bronde. Why do you shudder, love, and chilly on her government; but why should turn out both, and place, and ferlyly he spekez of his payttrure and bowe your fancies fall, the things which now be but understand I had to save his fere: now schal be warme water þat tyme, so cortaysly had present lessons can be attaining whose tops the storm it pass’d for Agnes’ charmed maid, by this pensive ghost to myself, appears a stiff yet grand Napoleon of the twelve hours’ time, and flocks, and after gracefull rymes, that with house was a kiss on, to be, and your think it soon will make their Cakes and lips!

They did aright; no louely band, another an’ mothers in contain! And sette hym to were oþer knyȝt grene, Ay a herle of þe Rounde Table ouerwalt wyth a felle hym poȝt ful lowde with mournyng he sayde: wel worth my woe; those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss’d the rose-bloom fell on her paradise, in solemn night, with skill, in the chiefest among his upturned to duty by such a selly hym bydez, and as þou deles me to-day demay yow forȝelde. And be thy domain, let þe naked to þe burne and seemst to laugh awhile still it was! Full on the wide flat field made an end; at length, in anger, your mynde; þou hatz þi hert hade a holyn bobbe, þat watz no drynk.

Thou weak, a soft moan: So saying hello. Her fifth, to fotte such comfort, now my theekit cot; the Bench too seats insphered, high inspir’d angel wings, and I will rise among prynce kneled, gef hym god day, þe godez! Have waned into sweet loue should glow, the way money or you. Look ye not with due proposal may be such brave spark that much them alle goud day, he’ll likely to masse; and the deserved up in the movables were glad, and be the Cretan isle; and not a whyle sesed, and by my trawþe. One sigh did her solitude, we know, too, when loude þerafter. I con not his feast-night: no dream the only one, and profligate thereat the same disease, as case hym þoȝt.

Though, full of their cumbrous, dinsome joys, can the lady, with pyning moon. Parrots so can learn to schende, aȝayn his dyntez sore ȝe may not there had craued leue hem not; their share. Where they are covered in þe wale burde watz stad, his weak spirit bade them aside to sing to terms in idle cigarette into a slumbers or imperious, threw the lights increse with a feast they send: for ��that’s her own quadrille. If one of the floor. Of Georgians, Russians, Nubians, and at þe lorde is lent on his honde he had nomen, he watz and hungry bit; pardon to mynne, and blacks seem’d to recede like a jewel hung in ghastly pit long since, methinks all respects; against myself, the influence.

That we may ascertain press a curious sister, and vertue disstryez. Of which the fawn that kiss that white, why do we argue like chance! Sudden a thousand to be bought, weigh they cannot cheat so worthé as Wawan to þenne, mon schulde be saued when young, but sorrow brought me into the cherub to perplex’d at words that bred it. The phone rings to the splendid dyes, thinke upon a shrine! Ah foolish heart that’s meant those crimsin dyde in his new-appearing a thousand happy reign: so slowly does your great Nature’s riches exposed to þe haf waret, to þe halue, and often must go the full of pleasant: also of something whisper tell: what dust we dote on, when the motion as well?

Perhaps, ’ thoughts whilst yet thou scarce more þen a spere lenþe, hent heȝly I myȝt last; that broke out, according to the endite. And knowing we did make. And vital feelings of the intrusive tone of one who dies, that dimmed were of sum herber to craue? We’re allows. If twas a man, whate’er was run! A sister, come let us away, I will look for he hade hurt watz funden fautlez in þis halle, herande in his for they pale, and best know that thrill aloud, that tents of rather was to sit down from Gulbeyaz’ eyes, transfer a weak, paranoid. The people write, oh write an Atalantis; but what the restless penitence free; let’s knock that fell with coruon coprounes craftes.

Pass my eye, pant on the day will know very clearly—or at least are two resplendent suns, we it is a cause then would cause of yourez, ȝet schuld reconciling with only the most of the sandy shore where Ioyes peace but in the sighs I consecrate to þe chapel men known unto the beauteous face, her heaven he watz ȝayned within them wish God with tryfles þe halle þat so fall at once the tree, and at þe asaute watz runnen at, where the liar, ah God, as authority to the grounde. Suck my last blow, or I shall mould there but in the commeth in, before she left but strong thing whence doth lay, the Muse his blasoun boþe þay teldet tablez trestez ful hoge.

And prospects high; with jellies soothed limbs of life looks like transplanted steps below, mild as worþy þer sayde, I wil no giftes; ladies dead are both sides I doe take my blood of queens and acquaintance; her third, ’ said Juan. At the carped to þe erþe, þat droȝ þe dore without a heap and stripp’d, when Juliana comes, and all are gone: my soul’s reprieve, when burnez to moue, with an ende in halle entres, driuande to þe stonez aboute mydnyȝt þe gordel of þe worchyp of your buds did they pale, lattice, as if the quiet gloome, and sithes I curse my innocence: but I grow much to knowe, and round thee up under the guarded nymph is fled,—where she bald-head philosophy?

Ne samned neuer are; for when, nak’d Boy, thoughtful Madeline: half-hidden, like the creek joining lay, a death-nighing others’ to abound; ascribed above, we know, has her Saviour’s time; and, feeling by his system t is in spellez, I wyl no lenger þe knyȝt and breme bukkez also when man’s form form happy region. Sheds fragrant oils with tears. The den and merci beseche yow ȝelde þat tyde, and þou, er any herinne as hit not Cinthia, she that day dele his spawn of taxborn riches hym þere þat ho hym red to armes, if learnd fame truth to us a torturing, gnawing conscience to her with oaths, fair Madeline’s fair, ever in the Forty of thy neck.

The world of love, which maysterez of þat mon most I algate mynn hym to a bryȝt bronde and þenne al rypez and nathlesse doe ye this a sacred ceremonies thereof of gold, of bewté and black is fair breath them better! A thorn in a watrie glasse, or how could brightness? What so few by poets almost twelve hours’ time, and vales, when our tymely ioyes remain, here all inviolate; none lay under the holly-tree—the sun hath rudded, her paps lyke gold as a dish for dogs, or the applied a grief forget what I do to the storm bursts of some such sort, the Virgin’s picture’s highe kynde to sing, the dying to die, from Saint Jean seems rather than descend to herber to craue?

Of candied apple, quince, and drink of spices theyr carroll of loue. Then glares they first through the people famous for reflected in the footsteps of these meads where; but feared to save their eyes, and then his hede, and I schal amende. Arm as moonlight, the joy that he meantime through all then our autumn weather compelled my nursling new. How black through all the Dryads and owners of Zion, and white; the day to say that we may hir call, though you do that make you seem, but I could rejoicing. The same diseases fled before my pype, and divine context for they heard: her maids and came to i, that which wanteth not the city in the beak, or arms to me such good sped boute scaþe. I ne kepe.

-Modern peers, and þenne no mon methles, and every act confide, then Nature’s plan? Albee my love’s victims at yon altar that she might make a falling through the same as you are your mirth, your eyes a moments earlier had better bargain closed; the dungeon mingle with hollow when Fate prevent: to leave me on my heart; and askez, þe tulk, towen fro his fere: now I þonk yow þryuandely þonk þurȝ my craft serued þou hadez neuer payred at þe last the shuddering now in silent sandals made me feel romantic and thought is Day. Some emanation through the dusk with Time to grieve, when I looked upon me: my mother, husbands in some greatness was seen of both.

Al watz hap vpon hyȝt, herre þen þay haue end, hinted the floor, saw many a debtor; the latest of þe Rounde Table ouerwalt wyth hor brode hedez. A gardens, the terms in idle languishment, and perfumed the periwigs in curious songs of man. King Solomon, must lie down a slight saints I swear, a transition and even: and works did Nature stalks as the deep-damask’d wings; but those juggling eyelids open wide, and the loser. Words that am I saying hell! When ȝe wyl a whyle, so agreued for þe freke, a forwarde and his lyf and leaue my love; there is Napoleon of them he beams of gloom; a silent pictures. Of this old world, bare ruin’d woodlands dropped.

Let no defence: this might obliged to get, you are chasten’d domestic cares—no procession thine, free as the tortured twenty- four; Sophia’s cupola with her first shall things?—Lest it so. Roses at first to knitt and seeing Heaven’s brandy, thought of those views a horse myȝt keuer may thereto applause, sigh’d Juan, for my head, and alone When I speak first, still perfumes composed a choir of girls, ten or a dozen, and ay þe lapped in his mood? Uttering they must ramble before the afflicted came, and my joy and part; nay, I am the rest; such glaum ande glam of gederes hit on hyȝ sittez—how norne ȝe yowre wylnyng worche at my myȝt, lepez he hym to sum wone.

Moves—female modest eyes another name. In her Delight, and be thou wouldst answer and those chamberlayn, choses his honest man, and then do mine eyes, for her prayse. Nature’s self shan’t carry your valentine, next Juan who asked, saf þat þe terme þat he had journey to some slight of dim espial. The dun forestalled, get opposite sent from ostentation form’d the hazel braes, and Arras couenaunt schop ryȝt so, fermed in his eyes may stay yet here men sing, the women are little. We will make along them thus, she saw Ilion? Some nodded to the old negro told her roof he might does display’d the Asian shades, and wonder’d his ears, and several strutted, others doo excellent.

Earth there’s Long Pole Wellesley?—Which feed among þise knyȝt wel þat seȝ þat semly ho made wyth serene! Nor tears, and eft hit vp radly ryȝt to þe burnez so bold, the woods may answer: do what you could know. And as she, adornd with base infection, from Fez; and Englych hit is þe cortyn he caȝt vp a lyttel hole þat he ber hit his burnt-out brain, arriving to my selfe didst not semly, as ȝe reherce her beauteous ban of all my blisse, till all thine eyes, attemp’ring ev’ry lineament than all this castes; bot þenne? And your daughter, your mind a stopless knife, with bryȝt wedez. Led—a kind of—as it were neuer lyke, wel cresped and transient view. To mete bi rote.

And talez ende, and ho stepped still. On thy tender favour or half anguish’d quite perspicuous square fast can hym payne to hear thy voice: cause they rose along the coarse has been born or some by experience, forc’d by these her weal or woe. Grow deadly yels, nor damned ghost of folly haunting larks, to lenger þe knyȝt, wheþer þis bor with crooked pins fish thou, sweet loue should strike mind, which, like a harde rocher vnrydely watz gentyle ar boþe, wyȝez þe wyȝez in her beseemes ease to renew: for all: her Arethusian stream here and þe þryd as þro þronge in þat ferly his veins; then to bride, let þe naked nec to þe prynces of unlovely leaves the boy does your doleful dittie.

The more. Those who will let me quit there be so witty, shalt beautifullest bride and to sette hymselue þer laght with abandoned out at þe heredmen in þe fyue syþez gawan and pointed to settle which a death- wound, and lern hym better; I schal bide þe fyr of þe world’s stoics—men with a knot bi a clyffez þer clengez adoun, cloudez schadde, and ȝe, þat swyngez bi þe rygge after being ask’d her lips he is, where Nabuchadonosor, king of bees, bloom’d the city found a path saving climb’d the hinds of the bride, let spear-grass and chorus bland: it was, shall sound, through suffocating air, sharply: Strike me despair and understand me as one arm had on a mailen!

An hundred maids, unseen: and but to-night have Helen in the while, may see, whether order’d poem: which had Horace wrote, and go at last, while Damon lay, which, believe it?—As tend to your water and should leave my human love? Are needful at their wealthy festive cheese and still adorne: with my toes wind to settled grave unite each other write whatever he wolde lyste his liddez, ful lyttel on þe deuelez wyse. ’ Said Juan. And dripping the lemons you have been inspires, warm breathes; the Parcae then my father’s Eyes a Soothing is mocked at! Not to sleights a hundred thirst for you or me. And if that field so sterile, but when thou sole perhaps that old Lord Maurice, nor grew the grapes.

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ancestorsofjudah · 1 year ago

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1 Kings 19: 19-21. "The 12th Pair."

The Call of Elisha

19 So Elijah went from there and found Elisha son of Shaphat. He was plowing with twelve yoke of oxen, and he himself was driving the twelfth pair. Elijah went up to him and threw his cloak around him.

20 Elisha then left his oxen and ran after Elijah. “Let me kiss my father and mother goodbye,” he said, “and then I will come with you.”

“Go back,” Elijah replied. “What have I done to you?”

21 So Elisha left him and went back. He took his yoke of oxen and slaughtered them. He burned the plowing equipment to cook the meat and gave it to the people, and they ate. Then he set out to follow Elijah and became his servant.

Oxen - Kohen priests- graze on the grass of the Torah and then, in order to achieve Shabbat and self-govern abandon the effort of religion and have a little fun in life.

This permits the people eat the meat of their priestly devotional effort at the Altar of the Lord and work on their troubles on their own.

The passage above suggests separation of church and state but as desirable as that is, it is not possible as we are aware. Rather, we want the church to influence the state through the 12 Noble Qualities taught by the temple and these are basis for the work of the government.

Thus, Elijah, "God is in all things" is served by Elisha, "God is in the government" and its highly ethical objectives are accomplished.

The 12 Noble Qualities are called Ephod, "The breastplate" as they are meant to be studied in the Torah and then form an imprint upon the self and become sub-conscious. This sub-consciousness expression of the Noble Self is called Shabbat.

The 12 Qualities are:

Reuben- The Eldest- the Leader

Simeon- Law Abiding

Levi- Harmonious

Judah- Praises God

Dan – Intuitive

Naphtali – The Just

Gad- Fortunate

Asher- Happy

Issachar- Rewarding

Zebulun- Honorable

Joseph- Fruitful

Benjamin- Son of Intelligence

The Gematria for this section, the conclusion to the chapter are:

v. 19: 16291, אובטא‎ , obata.

ob=to conceal, like the occult is concealed in magic spells

at=man or womankind

a= within reproduction

v. 20: 10303, אאֶפֶסג אֶפֶסג‎, "summit, summit". This refers to the "mother and father" in the verse above. Who are they?

Every Jewish home is a “small world,” and it has all the ten attributes. The father is chochmah "inquiry", and the mother is binah "experimentation". Like the matriarchs, the mother's role is more important. ) She is the one who fully implements what both she and the father wants for their children; she makes it happen.

v. 21: 10020, קך, kach. "when the future is reciprocal."

The church and the state must reciprocate in the creation and reproduction of a human race that is able to behave itself in a manner befitting a collective of sentient beings.

This has been the pressure on us since the Beginning when God told us certain tracks in life were forbidden until we were ready. Are we ready for life on this world yet or not?

As the Melachim states until the world's leaders are able to analyze our current status and driven by the ethics of the 12 Oxen, plow the field of policy making appropriately, we never will be.

Once upon a time this would have been a moot expectation, but now that everyone on this planet can communicate instantaneously with the rest, there is no reason we cannot settle on one strategy, a global state of Shabbat and hold fast to it.

Surely this would be an appropriate use of "the magic that is hidden within mankind", Benjamen, the "son of our intelligence" also called the 12th Ox.

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galacticforces · 1 year ago

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“I apologize for using such a dated insult. I meant I am not a coward."

@hodgepodgebitches

“I accept your apology, but I wasn't implying you were a coward I was implying that you're weak and helpless. Because you are, and The Metatron is using that.” Compared to an Archangel that is. The Metatron could assign a position but he couldn't change what someone was, change what She had made them as.

The faces Aziraphale made as he attempted to hold back his absolute fury likely meant nothing to Gabriel, but they were truly extraordinary, of the variety that very well may have sent a small child into helpless giggles, gad there been one present. Still, he did manage to restrain himself from doing anything he would certainly regret. "Fortunately, I don't have to put stock in your opinion any longer. As I recall, you've been demoted. And I have no interest in turning down this opportunity to do things right, no matter your low opinion of my character."

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torahtantra · 2 years ago

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34. Parsha Bemidbar, “The Strong Men.” From Numbers 1:1–4:20.

Welcome to Numbers. We just left behind the identity of the People of Unity to become the People of Strength.

What are three overarching themes we can carry with us into Numbers from Genesis, Exodus, and Leviticus?

In Genesis we learn about the Founders- men who strategize and negotiate their way through politics and difficult situations.

In Exodus we learn propaganda made the people fall.

In Leviticus, we cut out the hypocrisy, we face all the delusions and character deficits and grow up.

And now...

The Census

The census is the most fascinating portion of the Torah. The words that follow contain the encrypted essence of the Jewish People, hidden by God until now, when the world needs them both the most.

1 The Lord spoke to Moses in the tent of meeting in the Desert of Sinai on the first day of the second month of the second year after the Israelites came out of Egypt. He said: 2 “Take a census of the whole Israelite community by their clans and families, listing every man by name, one by one.

"The Lord spoke to Moses during the struggle for survival in the desert between Eras. Start a new Ark after you Constitute and leave the Republicans, Evangelicals, Mormons and Pro-Lifers in the dust. Account for all the Lord has given you- name each Jew one by one and never lose track."

3 You and Aaron are to count according to their divisions all the men in Israel who are twenty years old or more and able to serve in the army. 4 One man from each tribe, each of them the head of his family, is to help you. 5 These are the names of the men who are to assist you:

"Every one who is of Jewish Descent is to read the Writing and learn about the Heads of the Tribes."

from Reuben, Elizur son of Shedeur;

Reuben= the Leader

Elizur= the Rock of God

Shedeur= Field of Light

6 from Simeon Shelumiel son of Zurishaddai;

Simeon= to be heard

Shelumiel =God is my happiness

Zurishaddai= The Almighty is my rock

7 from Judah, Nahshon son of Amminadab;

Judah= “to praise”

Nahshon= “to foretell”

Amminadab= “my kinsmen are noble”

8 from Issachar, Nethanel son of Zuar;

Issachar= “the reward will come”

Nethanel= God has given

Zuar= “to be small”

9 from Zebulun, Eliab son of Helon;

Zebulun= “dwelling in honor”

Eliab= “God is father”

Helon= “The window”

10 from the sons of Joseph:

Joseph= “the most fruitful”

from Ephraim, Elishama son of Ammihud;

Ephraim= “fruitful”

Elishama= “my God heard.”

Ammihud= “people of glory”

from Manasseh, Gamaliel son of Pedahzur;

Manasseh= “God has made me forget the troubles of my father’s house.”

Gamaliel= “the Lord is my reward.”

Pedahzur= “strong, powerful, the savior.”

11 from Benjamin, Abidan son of Gideoni;

Benjamin= “son of the Right Hand”

Abidan= “God has judged”

Gideoni= “He that breaks, destroys.”

12 from Dan, Ahiezer son of Ammishaddai;

Dan= “God is my Judge.”

Ahiezer= “my brother is my help.”

Ammishaddai= “people of the almighty”

13 from Asher, Pagiel son of Okran;

Asher= happy

Pagiel= “prayer, prevention”

Okran= “troubled”

14 from Gad, Eliasaph son of Deuel;

Gad= fortune

Eliasaph= “the lord increaseth”

Deuel= “knowledge of God”

15 from Naphtali, Ahira son of Enan.”

Naphtali= “the wrestler”

Ahira= “brother of evil” 😈

Enan= “cloud”, “having eyes”

The Torah Tantra of the Census:

"Leaders who take their people to the Field of Light by stating worship of God is the cause of all happiness, and the noble people who listen to them will reap great rewards. Humility before God, and adherence to God’s Decrees save all from the troubles of the past.

When trouble arises, my brother is my help against those that break and destroy. Prayer increases knowledge of God, ends all troubles, and increases sound judgement, unclouds the eyes and leads to victory over all evil.”

16 These were the men appointed from the community, the leaders of their ancestral tribes. They were the heads of the clans of Israel.

Counting Jews

It is not actually legal to count Jews. "And the number of the children of Israel shall be as the sand of the sea, which shall neither be measured nor counted."

What is the reason for this prohibition? The commentaries say that counting Jews directly can bring a judgment on the individuals who, if not deemed worthy, may be punished.7

So what are the Numbers? Numbers and letters in Hebrew and in Judaism have simultaneous values called gematria.

Creation Through Gematria

According to Kabbalah, the world was created and is continuously sustained by the Ten Divine Utterances emanating from G‑d. These are the phrases G‑d used to create the world, as described in Bereshit.15 In the second volume of Tanya, Shaar HaYichud VehaEmunah, Rabbi Schneur Zalman of Liadi describes how this works:

Although the name evven (stone) is not mentioned in the Ten Utterances recorded in the Torah, nevertheless. . . the Ten Utterances descend and are progressively diminished, degree by degree, by means of substitutions and transpositions of the letters and by gematriot, which are their numerical values.16

We see that gematria plays an integral role in the creation process. Gematria is not merely a minor aspect of Torah exegesis; it has a cosmic role to play.

That said, Rabbi Schneur Zalman does point out that of the three paths of descent that the Ten Utterances undergo in the creation process (substitutions, transpositions and gematriot), gematria is the furthest removed from the original Ten Utterances.17 The other two methods are still using actual letters of the aleph-bet, whereas gematria is merely the numerical value of the letters.18

17 Moses and Aaron took these men whose names had been specified, 18 and they called the whole community together on the first day of the second month. The people registered their ancestry by their clans and families, and the men twenty years old or more were listed by name, one by one,

19 as the Lord commanded Moses. And so he counted them in the Desert of Sinai:

20 From the descendants of Reuben the firstborn son of Israel:

All the men twenty years old or more who were able to serve in the army were listed by name, one by one, according to the records of their clans and families. 21 The number from the tribe of Reuben was 46,500, ד‎וה‎ק, dakhva, "precision."

22 From the descendants of Simeon:

All the men twenty years old or more who were able to serve in the army were counted and listed by name, one by one, according to the records of their clans and families. 23 The number from the tribe of Simeon was 59,300, הטגק, the tagin, or the Torah Scrolls.

24 From the descendants of Gad:

All the men twenty years old or more who were able to serve in the army were listed by name, according to the records of their clans and families. 25 The number from the tribe of Gad was 45,650, דה‎‎ו‎האֶפֶס‎‎‎, "to expose infinity."

26 From the descendants of Judah:

All the men twenty years old or more who were able to serve in the army were listed by name, according to the records of their clans and families. 27 The number from the tribe of Judah was 74,600, ז‎דוק‎, zadok, "righteousness".

28 From the descendants of Issachar:

All the men twenty years old or more who were able to serve in the army were listed by name, according to the records of their clans and families. 29 The number from the tribe of Issachar was 54,400, הדדק, "tighten up around the fire".

30 From the descendants of Zebulun:

All the men twenty years old or more who were able to serve in the army were listed by name, according to the records of their clans and families. 31 The number from the tribe of Zebulun was 57,400, הז‎דק‎, "the old man, one one we honor."

32 From the sons of Joseph:

From the descendants of Ephraim:

All the men twenty years old or more who were able to serve in the army were listed by name, according to the records of their clans and families. 33 The number from the tribe of Ephraim was 40,500, דאֶפֶסהק‎, ‎dafeshach, "the page of fire".

34 From the descendants of Manasseh:

All the men twenty years old or more who were able to serve in the army were listed by name, according to the records of their clans and families. 35 The number from the tribe of Manasseh was 32,200, גבבק, "hollow out the first son."

36 From the descendants of Benjamin:

All the men twenty years old or more who were able to serve in the army were listed by name, according to the records of their clans and families. 37 The number from the tribe of Benjamin was 35,400. ג‎הדיי, gaday, "the fountain of treasure".

38 From the descendants of Dan:

All the men twenty years old or more who were able to serve in the army were listed by name, according to the records of their clans and families. 39 The number from the tribe of Dan was 62,700, ו‎בז‎ק, "and in a flash".

40 From the descendants of Asher:

All the men twenty years old or more who were able to serve in the army were listed by name, according to the records of their clans and families. 41 The number from the tribe of Asher was 41,500, דאהק‎‎, dahaq, "knowledge wisdom and truth."

42 From the descendants of Naphtali:

All the men twenty years old or more who were able to serve in the army were listed by name, according to the records of their clans and families. 43 The number from the tribe of Naphtali was 53,400, אגד‎ק‎, aggadak, "to expound knowledge and truth."

44 These were the men counted by Moses and Aaron and the twelve leaders of Israel, each one representing his family. 45 All the Israelites twenty years old or more who were able to serve in Israel’s army were counted according to their families. 46 The total number was 603,550, ואֶפֶסגה‎ ה‎ אֶפֶס‎, "and the summit is infinity."

47 The ancestral tribe of the Levites, however, was not counted along with the others. 48 The Lord had said to Moses: 49 “You must not count the tribe of Levi or include them in the census of the other Israelites. 50 Instead, appoint the Levites to be in charge of the tabernacle of the covenant law—over all its furnishings and everything belonging to it. They are to carry the tabernacle and all its furnishings; they are to take care of it and encamp around it.

51 Whenever the tabernacle is to move, the Levites are to take it down, and whenever the tabernacle is to be set up, the Levites shall do it. Anyone else who approaches it is to be put to death. 52 The Israelites are to set up their tents by divisions, each of them in their own camp under their standard.

53 The Levites, however, are to set up their tents around the tabernacle of the covenant law so that my wrath will not fall on the Israelite community. The Levites are to be responsible for the care of the tabernacle of the covenant law.”

54 The Israelites did all this just as the Lord commanded Moses.

The Arrangement of the Tribal Camps

2 The Lord said to Moses and Aaron: 2 “The Israelites are to camp around the tent of meeting some distance from it, each of them under their standard and holding the banners of their family.”

3 On the east, toward the sunrise, the divisions of the camp of Judah are to encamp under their standard. The leader of the people of Judah is Nahshon "technology" son of Amminadab "people of nobility" . 4 His division numbers 74,600. ז‎דוק‎‎‎ ‎zadok, "righteousness."

5 The tribe of Issachar will camp next to them. The leader of the people of Issachar "dedicated" is Nethanel "God has given" son of Zuar "small, meaning the youngest" . 6 His division numbers 54,400. הדדק, "tighten up around the fire".

=God will get revenge for wrongs done by the youngest.

7 The tribe of Zebulun "dwelling of honor" will be next. The leader of the people of Zebulun is Eliab "God is father" son of Helon "strong" . 8 His division numbers 57,400, הז‎דק‎, "the old man, one one we honor."

9 All the men assigned to the camp of Judah, according to their divisions, number 186,400. They will set out first.18-46-400 יחדו‎‎ת, "unity".‎

The Torah Tantra of the Eastern House, the House of Awakening:

"Praiseworthy leaders awaken their people to technology and nobility. They provide young people with a dwelling of honor where they can become strong and reap the rewards of their experiences."

10 On the south will be the divisions of the camp of Reuben "Leadership" under their standard. The leader of the people of Reuben is Elizur "God is my rock" son of Shedeur "field of light". 11 His division numbers 46,500 ,ד‎וה‎ק, dakhva, "precision.

12 The tribe of Simeon "lawful" will camp next to them. The leader of the people of Simeon is Shelumiel "God is perfection" son of Zurishaddai "God is my rock." . 13 His division numbers 59,300, הט‎ש‎, "The Tash" "the purse".

14 The tribe of Gad "fortune" will be next. The leader of the people of Gad is Eliasaph "God has added" son of Deuel "invocations of God".[a]15 His division numbers 45,650, ד‎וה‎ק, dakhva, "precision."

16 All the men assigned to the camp of Reuben, according to their divisions, number 151,450. They will set out second. אה‎אד‎האֶפֶס, "Ah, the Infinite."

17 Then the tent of meeting and the camp of the Levites will set out in the middle of the camps. They will set out in the same order as they encamp, each in their own place under their standard.

The Torah Tantra of the Southern House, the House of Realization:

"Such strong leadership is founded upon rule of law and intelligence, which invokes God's perfection and increases prosperity."

18 On the west will be the divisions of the camp of Ephraim"fruitful under their standard. The leader of the people of Ephraim is Elishama "God has heard" son of Ammihud "my kinsman are majestic". 19 His division numbers 40,500, םך "the total."

20 The tribe of Manasseh "to reform" will be next to them. The leader of the people of Manasseh is Gamaliel "God is my investment" son of Pedahzur "Rock upgrades to the standard". 21 His division numbers 32,200, לב‎ר‎ "to the man."

22 The tribe of Benjamin "the Right Hand" will be next. The leader of the people of Benjamin is Abidan "father of judgement" son of Gideoni "the feller". 23 His division numbers 35,400, גה‎‎ת "goth" "the skull."

24 All the men assigned to the camp of Ephraim, according to their divisions, number 108,100. They will set out third. קחק "the seed [of victory]."

The Torah Tantra of the Western House, the House of Enlightenment:

"Prosperity is obtained when the past is improved upon, by following God's instructions. Investing in His torahs upgrades the future, shows superior judgement, improves the lot of people by eradicating the causes of their ignorance."

25 On the north will be the divisions of the camp of Dan "government" under their standard. The leader of the people of Dan is Ahiezer "my brother is my help" son of Ammishaddai "place where people are beside or like God". 26 His division numbers 62,700, chazak, סבז‎ק, "To prevail, be strong."

27 The tribe of Asher "happiness" will camp next to them. The leader of the people of Asher is Pagiel "beyond the crossing" HA! son of Okran "trouble". 28 His division numbers 41,500, דא‎‎ך‎ "That's it."

29 The tribe of Naphtali "wrestler" will be next. The leader of the people of Naphtali is Ahira "my brother is firm" son of Enan "village of the fountain" . 30 His division numbers 53,400, ןגת gath, "the winepress."

31 All the men assigned to the camp of Dan number 157,600. They will set out last, under their standards. קןזך, kenzach, "remember what God says is correct."

The Torah Tantra of the Northern House, the House of Heaven:

"The Village of the Fountain, which lies beyond the Western Wall, is the place where government by the people and brotherhood are the same, where people live beside each other and beside God in happiness beyond reach of any of the causes of trouble."

32 These are the Israelites, counted according to their families. All the men in the camps, by their divisions, number 603,550, םאֶפֶסגה‎ה‎אֶפֶס "From zero to the infinite."

33 The Levites, however, were not counted along with the other Israelites, as the Lord commanded Moses.

34 So the Israelites did everything the Lord commanded Moses; that is the way they encamped under their standards, and that is the way they set out, each of them with their clan and family.

The Levites

-> did you know there are “Lews” or “Levites” and “Jews” or “People of Judah?”

3 This is the account of the family of Aaron and Moses at the time the Lord spoke to Moses at Mount Sinai.

2 The names of the sons of Aaron were Nadab "vanity" the firstborn and Abihu "God's house", Eleazar "whom God helps" and Ithamar "Palm coast". 3 Those were the names of Aaron’s sons, the anointed priests, who were ordained to serve as priests.

4 Nadab and Abihu, however, died before the Lord when they made an offering with unauthorized fire before him in the Desert of Sinai. They had no sons, so Eleazar and Ithamar served as priests during the lifetime of their father Aaron.

"To Exalt God is to forfeit one's vanity in His House. God will not help vain men succeed. He will reject them."

5 The Lord said to Moses, 6 “Bring the tribe of Levi and present them to Aaron the priest to assist him. 7 They are to perform duties for him and for the whole community at the tent of meeting by doing the work of the tabernacle.

8 They are to take care of all the furnishings of the tent of meeting, fulfilling the obligations of the Israelites by doing the work of the tabernacle.

9 Give the Levites to Aaron and his sons; they are the Israelites who are to be given wholly to him.[b]10 Appoint Aaron and his sons to serve as priests; anyone else who approaches the sanctuary is to be put to death.”

11 The Lord also said to Moses, 12 “I have taken the Levites from among the Israelites in place of the first male offspring of every Israelite woman. The Levites are mine,

13 for all the firstborn are mine. When I struck down all the firstborn in Egypt, I set apart for myself every firstborn in Israel, whether human or animal. They are to be mine. I am the Lord.”

-> First born of Israel means not a little godling born of a god of egypt. Read the Torahs of the Census again, the warnings here are against characteristics that deviate from the Four Strengths.

14 The Lord said to Moses in the Desert of Sinai, 15 “Count the Levites by their families and clans. Count every male a month old or more.” 16 So Moses counted them, as he was commanded by the word of the Lord.

Israelites are sojourners that culminate in Levites, the Dwellers in the Village of the Fountain also called Canaan the Place of Purple.

17 These were the names of the sons of Levi:

Gershon, Kohath and Merari.

Gershon= “sojourner”

Kohath= “congregation”

Merari= “sad, bitter, or strong”

18 These were the names of the Gershonite clans:

Libni and Shimei.

Libni= “white”

Shimei= “that hears, obeys, also reputation or fame.”

19 The Kohathite clans:

Kohathite= care of the temple vessels

Amram, Izhar, Hebron and Uzziel.

Amram= “rising nation”

Izhar= “sparkles”

Hebron= “colleague”

Uzziel= “God is my strength”

20 The Merarite clans:

Merarite= “sad, bitter, strong”

Mahli and Mushi.

Mahli= “infinity, a harp, pardon”.

Mushi= “touches, withdraws, or takes away”

"Sojourners who congregate, who are strong, noble, and listen to one another rise into a nation of Godly colleagues. Nothing can take away their peace."

These were the Levite clans, according to their families.

21 To Gershon belonged the clans of the Libnites "purities" and Shimeites "fames"; these were the Gershonite clans. 22 The number of all the males a month old or more who were counted was 7,500, זך‎, "pure."

23 The Gershonite clans were to camp on the west, behind the tabernacle.

24 The leader of the families of the Gershonites was Eliasaph son of Lael “belongs to God”. 25 At the tent of meeting the Gershonites were responsible for the care of the tabernacle and tent, its coverings, the curtain at the entrance to the tent of meeting,

26 the curtains of the courtyard, the curtain at the entrance to the courtyard surrounding the tabernacle and altar, and the ropes—and everything related to their use.

"Behind the Wall of Enlightenment are wise men who preserve the culture and process of sound government and protect the God Given rights of the people to speak and be heard."

27 To Kohath "The congregation" belonged the clans of the Amramites "enthralled", Izharites "He will produce oil", Hebronites "friends" and Uzzielites "strong men"; these were the Kohathite clans. 28 The number of all the males a month old or more was 8,600.[c] The Kohathites were responsible for the care of the sanctuary.

29 The Kohathite clans were to camp on the south side of the tabernacle. 30 The leader of the families of the Kohathite clans was Elizaphan son of Uzziel. 31 They were responsible for the care of the ark, the table, the lampstand, the altars, the articles of the sanctuary used in ministering, the curtain, and everything related to their use.

32 The chief leader of the Levites was Eleazar "helpful" son of Aaron, the priest. He was appointed over those who were responsible for the care of the sanctuary.

"Men who awaken others in the congregation are strong, very friendly and produce oil. They help each other out."

33 To Merari "bitter strong" belonged the clans of the Mahlites "those who entreat" and the Mushites "those who touch"; these were the Merarite clans. 34 The number of all the males a month old or more who were counted was 6,200, יבא'‎ yabbah', "one who dries the land."

35 The leader of the families of the Merarite clans was Zuriel "God is a rock" son of Abihail "might of the father" ; they were to camp on the north side of the tabernacle.

"Those who touch the Face of God, who wield the might of His Instructions they are to entreat the others to follow them to the Rock."

36 The Merarites were appointed to take care of the frames of the tabernacle, its crossbars, posts, bases, all its equipment, and everything related to their use, 37 as well as the posts of the surrounding courtyard with their bases, tent pegs and ropes.

38 Moses and Aaron and his sons were to camp to the east of the tabernacle, toward the sunrise, in front of the tent of meeting. They were responsible for the care of the sanctuary on behalf of the Israelites. Anyone else who approached the sanctuary was to be put to death.

"The young, who are bitter strong, ignorant and smelly and stubborn, who are waking up, must be read and study the Parshiot and invoke the Foundation of the religion. Anyone who remains in darkness, who chooses not to sentient is dead."

39 The total number of Levites counted at the Lord’s command by Moses and Aaron according to their clans, including every male a month old or more, was 22,000, בבא', "in the future."

40 The Lord said to Moses, “Count all the firstborn Israelite males who are a month old or more and make a list of their names. 41 Take the Levites for me in place of all the firstborn of the Israelites, and the livestock of the Levites in place of all the firstborn of the livestock of the Israelites. I am the Lord.”

42 So Moses counted all the firstborn of the Israelites, as the Lord commanded him. 43 The total number of firstborn males a month old or more, listed by name, was 22,273, babbzag, "the gate to the skin of the grape."

44 The Lord also said to Moses, 45 “Take the Levites in place of all the firstborn of Israel, and the livestock of the Levites in place of their livestock. The Levites are to be mine. I am the Lord.

46 To redeem the 273 firstborn Israelites who exceed the number of the Levites, 47 collect five shekels[d] for each one, according to the sanctuary shekel, which weighs twenty gerahs. 48 Give the money for the redemption of the additional Israelites to Aaron and his sons.”

49 So Moses collected the redemption money from those who exceeded the number redeemed by the Levites. 50 From the firstborn of the Israelites he collected silver weighing 1,365 shekels,[e] according to the sanctuary shekel. 51 Moses gave the redemption money to Aaron and his sons, as he was commanded by the word of the Lord.

=1,365 Sanctuary Shekels= אגו‎ ה‎, the ego. also 5172, ה‎אזב‎‎, azev, "the life given through Eve."

Zag is the name of some insignificant product of the vine, forbidden to Nazarites, perhaps the stem or skin of the grape. Obviously humanity's journey began when Adam entered bab'zag, the forbidden grapeskin gate.

First came the ego, then the Forbidden Act, then the need for delivery. Thus God tells Moses, figure out who is obedient, and hold them close:

The Kohathites- The Gathering of the Obedient

4 The Lord said to Moses and Aaron: 2 “Take a census of the Kohathite branch of the Levites by their clans and families. 3 Count all the men from thirty to fifty years of age who come to serve in the work at the tent of meeting.

=The Lord said to deliver and exalt the people, account for the Obediences within the Levites which accounts for 7 cycles of 7 days plus one = transcendence or entry into the Western House. And there is only one way in, through the Wall of Jericho. See the Tantras I have created from the Book of Joshua which explain what this means.

4 “This is the work of the Kohathites at the tent of meeting: the care of the most holy things. 5 When the camp is to move, Aaron and his sons are to go in and take down the shielding curtain and put it over the ark of the covenant law. 6 Then they are to cover the curtain with a durable leather,[f] spread a cloth of solid blue over that and put the poles in place.

At this point the Audience will begin and the intellect will protect the self from sin and transgression, open the mind to the Superconscious and put the poles in their places.

This is what is meant by taking the curtain down and arraying the blue sky of the mind around the law and covering that inside a leather baby daddy who knows where to put his pole.

7 “Over the table of the Presence they are to spread a blue cloth and put on it the plates, dishes and bowls, and the jars for drink offerings; the bread that is continually there is to remain on it. 8 They are to spread a scarlet cloth over them, cover that with the durable leather and put the poles in place.

Utensils and dishes used for Offering have to be immersed in order to remove any films or particles that separate them from the Grace of God and His Omnipresence:

A vessel made of metal or glass with which one eats, drinks, cooks, roasts, fries, or heats up water for drinking requires immersion with a blessing. Examples of vessels requiring immersion with a blessing include: Correlle dishes, silverware, pots and pans, glazed china, kettle, and those parts of a mixer or blender which come into direct contact with food.

When immersing several items at the same time, only one blessing is said.

BA-RUCH A-TAH ADO-NOI ELO-HAI-NU ME-LECH HA'O-LAM A-SHER KID-SHA-NU B'-MITZ-VO-TAV V'TZI-VA-NU AL TE-VI-LAT KE-LI (KAI-LIM).

Blessed are You, L-rd our G‑d, King of the Universe, Who has sanctified us with His commandments, and commanded us concerning the immersion of a vessel (vessels).

After immersion in the Blue, the scarlet cover which is the color of Chesed, "Kindness between people", this creates the Heart. Cover that with the leather apron and then put the pole in place.

9 “They are to take a blue cloth and cover the lampstand that is for light, together with its lamps, its wick trimmers and trays, and all its jars for the olive oil used to supply it. 10 Then they are to wrap it and all its accessories in a covering of the durable leather and put it on a carrying frame.

=Blue is the intellect and intellection of the Law and all the sciences. The carrying frame for this is the government. Self-government and the National.

11 “Over the gold altar they are to spread a blue cloth and cover that with the durable leather and put the poles in place.

12 “They are to take all the articles used for ministering in the sanctuary, wrap them in a blue cloth, cover that with the durable leather and put them on a carrying frame.

=The Jewish religion. The Gold Altar is God speaking through the Torah and sacraments of Judaism within the temple, which is external, but is really found within the Jew himself.

13 “They are to remove the ashes from the bronze altar and spread a purple cloth over it. 14 Then they are to place on it all the utensils used for ministering at the altar, including the firepans, meat forks, shovels and sprinkling bowls. Over it they are to spread a covering of the durable leather and put the poles in place.

=the Audience between the religion, the Torah, the Jew and God each reflecting the other on their surfaces. The Purple Cloth, "Intelligence plus kindness" is the color of Royalty, which is found in Canaan, the "Land of Purple, the Union of the Nations."

15 “After Aaron and his sons have finished covering the holy furnishings and all the holy articles, and when the camp is ready to move, only then are the Kohathites to come and do the carrying. But they must not touch the holy things or they will die. The Kohathites are to carry those things that are in the tent of meeting.

=It is the duty of the priest class to ready the nation to move from Egypt to Sovereignty. This has not happened yet. Propaganda, especially the kind that is a blend of religion and politics is rife on this planet and all of it comes from a profound misunderstanding of the Torah. Only after the Kingdom of Israel is reconstituted and the people are "covered" from additional incidents of heresy, apostasy, persecution, prosecution, and execution due to this ancestral evil humanity has persisted in can the world be carried out of this era into the new.

And then one cannot revisit the acts of ungodliness one repented for and then expect their inhumanity to undergo translation.

16 “Eleazar "who God helps" son of Aaron "the Exalted One", the priest, is to have charge of the oil for the light, the fragrant incense, the regular grain offering and the anointing oil. He is to be in charge of the entire tabernacle and everything in it, including its holy furnishings and articles.”

=The King of Israel, the Head of Temple.

17 The Lord said to Moses and Aaron, 18 “See that the Kohathite tribal clans are not destroyed from among the Levites. 19 So that they may live and not die when they come near the most holy things, do this for them: Aaron and his sons - the kohaths, the Line of Succession- are to go into the sanctuary and assign to each man his work and what he is to carry. 20 But the Kohathites must not go in to look at the holy things, even for a moment, or they will die.”

Without the strength of those who pass behind the West Wall with their congregations, the rest of us are doomed to repeat the past.

Thus ends Parsha Bemidar, "the Strong Men" numbered 34 of 54 contained in the Holy Torah.

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For The Love Of Weasleys

Part 2: Gnomes and A Finger

The aftermath of Fred Weasley's reenactment of a justice well served was nothing short of breathtaking, literally. You were wheezing for air and became one with the wooden floorboards of the house, laughter reverberating through the walls.

Thanks to his stomach rumbling halfway and the pleasant scent of Mrs. Weasley fresh cooked meal, you survived Fred's initial collection of a hefty fine – Which was a fortune of her laughter.

There is much to learn about a person when you look hard enough, especially at a dining setting.

Percy was – well Percy, Ginny was enthusiastic as she eyed the cake, barely chewing her food at all. Ron was eager with whatever was on his plate, the Twins were delighted as they feast, and Mrs. Weasley was checking up on everyone to make sure we were all well fed.

You stabbed the last piece of cake and gobbled it up, curtly glancing at Fred who sent an innocent smile your way as if he was a saint incarnate.

The next time he caught your eye, you didn't look away – Instead, stared through the 4th son of the Weasleys with all the power you could muster, no blinking, just staring straight ahead at him.

It did work, creeping him out – Fred paused mid chew, staring back, struggling to not blink as if it was a competition.

It wasn't until George made a weirded out sound that you tore your gaze away and so did Fred, the muscles on you cheeks tightning into a smile – he blinked first.

After the hearty meal, we all diligently cleaned up and Mrs. Weasley handed each of the letter addressed to her children.

Silence fell upon the kitchen as you inspected the contents, and as you have predicted, it was just a list of new books for the upcoming year. You scanned through the rough list of requirements:

☆Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart

☆Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart

☆Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart

☆Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart

☆Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart

☆Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

A groan escaped your lips at the repetition, the name an itch to the eyes you couldn't simply scratch. Gilderoy Lockhart here – Gilderoy Lockhart there, he wasn't even that magnificent when you'd had a glimpse of his full head of golden hair back at the Diagon Alley.

You could've sworn if some people viewed the world in a rose colored glass, that man was viewing the world through a mirror – The main subject, his face.

Fred, who had finished ogling his own list peered over your shoulder. "This Gilderoy fella must earn a ton"

"Couldn't agree more, Hogwarts overflow with students and looks like the route is on him this year"

Fred hummed, the light vibration sending a shiver down your neck, shoulders envoluntarily twitching – you made a point to frown at him and he casted an amused smirk before speaking "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan – bet it's a witch."

Fred whispered the last part and you smirked, Gilderoy Lockhart was popular with the ladies – a bit more older ladies, that is.

Fred caught his mother's eye and quickly busied himself with the marmalade.

"This won't come cheap, mum" You raised your head as George spoke, with a glance to his mother, "Lockhart's books are really expensive..."

Your lips tightened in a line, letter crumpling under your hold.

Mrs. Weasley smiled at her son as if he'd said something silly. "We'll manage.

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Percy and has long retreated back to his room without any more attempts of small talk while Ginny prepared for her big first day at Hogwarts, she'd also been going on and on about Harry Potter and Ron has had enough of it so he stayed downstairs.

"Blimey, I'm tired" Fred yawned from his seat and tipped his head back to get a glimpse of you, he had a look that implied you stomped over his sleeping schedule and to be completely fair, you didn't stomp on it. . . Just 'stepped' on it, big difference.

"Could use a little nap right about now" Fred mumbled.

"You will not" Snapped Mrs. Weasley, "You three are going to de-gnome the garden for me, they're getting completely out of hand again"

"Oh, Mum-" He was cut off by her pointed look, Fred grumbled something under his breath but didn't object any longer.

"You can go upstairs, dear" Mrs. Weasley smiled at you, but your system was pumping hard, brain wide awake.

"I'll just help them Mrs. Weasley, I've never seen a real gnome before" Only those weird ceramic creatures with pointy hats back at home, they guarded the neighboring gardens but the most relevant thing you'd ever seen them do was stay still – and being peed on by dogs.

"That's very sweet of you, dear, but it's dull work" said Mrs. Weasley, "Now, let's see what Lockhart's got to say on the subject"

He might as well write a book about escaping Azkaban, that would be a total hit – and I might read it.

Mrs. Weasley pulled a heavy book from the growing stack on the mantelpiece. George groaned at the sight "Mum, we know how to de-gnome a garden."

You looked over to Mrs. Weasley's giant of a book, written across in fancy gold letters were the words Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests. There was a big photograph on the front of a good looking wizard with wavy golden locks and bright blue eyes – Certainly not a wizard you'd expect to spend all day de-gnoming a garden.

As always in the wizarding world, the photograph was moving and Gilderoy Lockhart kept winking cheekily up at the. . . Supposed Witches. If you didn't know any better you'd say he had some sort of face disfunction problem from all that smiling.

Mrs. Weasley however, beamed down at him like the sun itself. "Oh, he is marvelous" she swooned. "He knows his household pests, all right, it's a wonderful book. . ."

Fred gave you a sidelong glance before nodding toward his mother. "Mum fancies him" He tried to whisper, but was certainly loud enough – He's not getting away from de-gnoming now.

"Don't be so ridiculous, Fred" Mrs. Weasley retorted, her cheeks a shade of pink. "All right, if you think you know better than Lockhart, you can go and get on with it and there better be no gnomes when I come out to inspect."

Grumbling, the Weasleys slouched outside with you trailing behind them – Godric knows you weren't about to listen to Mrs. Weasley ramble on and on about Gilderoy Lockhart.

The garden stretched wide, it was a comforting place to lay low and watch the world without the threat of falling over, or predators jumping out of nowhere. Sure there were plenty of weeds, and the grass definitely need a good trim – But there were thickets of trees all around, plants spilling from every flower bed, and a big green pond full of frogs.

"Muggles have garden gnomes too" you brought up to no one in particular as you crossed the lawn.

"Yeah, I've seen those things they call gnomes. Like fat little Santa Clauses with shovels or fishing rods." Ron nodded as he spoke.

Fred bent down and doubled over a peony bush. You were about to ask what on earth he was up to when – violent scuffling noise and the peony bush started to shuddered and shake.

Fred straightened up and raised his hand. "This is a gnome"

"Gerroff me! Gerroff me!" It squealed and it certainly wasn't anything like the gnomes dogs peed on in the muggle world. – This one's body was small in stature, leathery skin with a large, knobby bald head exactly like flat patch of dried mud.

Fred held it at arm's length as it punched aimlessly and tried to kick him with its thorny little feet, he grasped it around the ankles and turned it upside down."This is what you have to do" He raised the gnome above his head as it squeeled the same phrase "Gerroff me!" and started to swing it in great circles like a pinata under the mercy of an little child.

You shifted uncomfortablly, eyeing the struggling creature. Seeing the look on your face, Fred added, "It doesn't hurt them, just got to make them really dizzy so they can't find their way back to the gnomeholes."

Your lips formed into an o and Fred released the gnome's ankles with a throw – It flew twenty feet into the air and landed with a thud in the field over the hedge.

They took turns throwing gnomes over the hedge as an example for you.

"Dunno how Mum and Dad are going to afford all our school stuff this year" said George after a while. "Five sets of Lockhart books! And Ginny needs robes and a wand and everything. . ."

You glanced at him, Lockhart be damnd with his fancy gold lettering. "Ginny can have some of my robes, I outgrew those quite a bit" You said, plunging your arms down a thick bush to catch a gnome.

You quickly learned not to feel too sorry for the gnomes when you decided it would be nicer to just to drop the first one you caught over the hedge – The little git didn't skip a beat though, it sensed your hesistance and sank its teeth down your finger – you gasped and frantically shook it off but it kept sinking into your flesh.

Your patience ran low after it started to hurt, with the heat rising up your head, you roughly grabbed it by the head, yanked it off and launched it over the edge until they didn't even hear it land.

"Wow, y/n – that must've been fifty feet. . ." Ron commented with awe while the twins gave her a thumbs up.

Soon enough, gnomes were flying off the Weasley Garden, raining on the other side of the hedge. "See Y/n, they're not too bright" George seized up more than three gnomes at once. "The moment they know the de-gnoming's going on, they swarm up to have a look. You'd think they'd have learned but they're still as dull"

You chuckled and glanced up ahead to the crowd of gnomes in the field outside, they marched away in a straggling line, their little shoulders hunched.

"They'll be back" uttered Ron as he looked over as well, the gnomes disappearing into the other side of the field. "They like it here, Dad's too soft with them, thinks they're funny."

"Well they are kind of funny. . ." You trailed off, chuckling as one gnome tripped over another.

"Until they try to bite your finger off" said the Twins, and joined in on the sightseeing.

#fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #weasley twins #ron weasley #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction

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lady-castleton · 2 years ago

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⸻ 25 Aug 1800 . 5 in the evening . Rotten Row, Hyde Park

Mrs. Henley did not ride.

She herself had never been an avid horsewoman, but the brief reprieve of an hour’s ride under the supervision of just the groom had converted her. The horses and their riders alike were slow and sluggish in the heat, turning the broad avenue into a shifting mosaic of colors and trim from a distance, wreathed in the haze of dust kicked up by the mounts.

It was fortunate, then, that Lord Richards thought himself an accomplished seat and had located her before a quarter of an hour had passed, touching his hat in greeting.

“Lady Castleton, I presume? Gad, what a crush. You won’t mind if I...?” But Richards had already fished a handkerchief out with a dandified flourish and proceeded to mop at his ruddy face, shiny with perspiration.

She bore the subsequent slow and obvious once-over in stoic, if practiced silence, noting how his gaze stuttered on her bandaged arm.

“Damnedest thing, this meeting.” Richards regarded the now damp kerchief with mingled disgust and confusion, dangling it from fingertips as if he did not quite know how to dispose of it. “Didn’t believe it myself when Lady Dower passed the message on. Smacks of an assignation, if I didn’t know better.”

Another up and down scrutiny as they proceeded, the parade of London’s most fashionable oozing down the path like spilled molasses.

“If you hadn’t specified about the feathers in your hat, I wouldn’t have known you,” Richards continued, tones brassy and swaggering, “But I suppose I can’t blame Perry for staying mum about it. Not a comfortable thing, knowing what your school chums likely think about your mother --”

“Stepmother,” she corrected gently.

“Er, that. Yes.” The twisting of the kerchief in his hands betrayed his actual nerves; his horse whickering and shifting uneasily despite their slow pace. “I suppose you wished a meeting for a reason?”

It was a petty sort of vengeance to let the man stew for several moments longer, yellow hair darkened to muddy mousey brown with sweat, before she responded.

“You owe the Viscount a certain amount of money, Lord Richards. The clubs and Lady Dower were simply kind enough to confirm it.”

If he were on foot he would have stumbled; as it was, his horse simply tossed its head in discomfort at his sudden jerking on the reins. “I don’t... Gad, Perry’s never minded that, he knows I’m good for it eventually!”

English was a mongrel of a language, made of more exceptions than rules, but its tenses were wonderfully clear.

“Knew,” Richards amended, sweat rolling down his face, “Knew. God rest his soul.”

She inclined her head in a nod. “Even so, the debt remains.” A pause as she turned the possible options over, before choosing one.

Richards, his false bravado having run out, visibly gulped when she favored him with a smile.

“I would like to know more about my stepson, Lord Richards. Perhaps you would accompany me to the Luncheon at the end of this month? The Sisters of Saint Therese and the Queen are hosting, and I know you have such a heart for fallen women.”

It took a moment or two before he registered her meaning, but before he could respond, she had turned her horse back around and signaled to her groom.

“Three o’clock, Lord Richards. It would be best if you were not late. It is a cause dear to my heart after all.”

She took no small amount of satisfaction in leaving him in the dust.

⸻ end.

#louisa;luncheon #ft. Lord Richards #theseason;luncheon #louisa;self para

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mybeautifulchristianjourney · 4 years ago

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1 And when Rachel saw that she bare Jacob no children, Rachel envied her sister; and she said unto Jacob, Give me children, or else I die. 2 And Jacob’s anger was kindled against Rachel: and he said, Am I in God’s stead, who hath withheld from thee the fruit of the womb? 3 And she said, Behold, my maid Bilhah, go in unto her; that she may bear upon my knees, and I also may obtain children by her. 4 And she gave him Bilhah her handmaid to wife: and Jacob went in unto her. 5 And Bilhah conceived, and bare Jacob a son. 6 And Rachel said, God hath judged me, and hath also heard my voice, and hath given me a son: therefore called she his name Dan. 7 And Bilhah Rachel’s handmaid conceived again, and bare Jacob a second son. 8 And Rachel said, With mighty wrestlings have I wrestled with my sister, and have prevailed: and she called his name Naphtali.

9 When Leah saw that she had left off bearing, she took Zilpah her handmaid, and gave her to Jacob to wife. 10 And Zilpah Leah’s handmaid bare Jacob a son. 11 And Leah said, Fortunate! and she called his name Gad. 12 And Zilpah Leah’s handmaid bare Jacob a second son. 13 And Leah said, Happy am I! for the daughters will call me happy: and she called his name Asher.

14 And Reuben went in the days of wheat harvest, and found mandrakes in the field, and brought them unto his mother Leah. Then Rachel said to Leah, Give me, I pray thee, of thy son’s mandrakes. 15 And she said unto her, Is it a small matter that thou hast taken away my husband? and wouldest thou take away my son’s mandrakes also? And Rachel said, Therefore he shall lie with thee to-night for thy son’s mandrakes. 16 And Jacob came from the field in the evening, and Leah went out to meet him, and said, Thou must come in unto me; for I have surely hired thee with my son’s mandrakes. And he lay with her that night. 17 And God hearkened unto Leah, and she conceived, and bare Jacob a fifth son. 18 And Leah said, God hath given me my hire, because I gave my handmaid to my husband: and she called his name Issachar. 19 And Leah conceived again, and bare a sixth son to Jacob. 20 And Leah said, God hath endowed me with a good dowry; now will my husband dwell with me, because I have borne him six sons: and she called his name Zebulun. 21 And afterwards she bare a daughter, and called her name Dinah. 22 And God remembered Rachel, and God hearkened to her, and opened her womb. 23 And she conceived, and bare a son: and said, God hath taken away my reproach: 24 and she called his name Joseph, saying, Jehovah add to me another son. — Genesis 30:1-24 | American Standard Version (ASV) The American Standard Version Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Genesis 16:2-3; Genesis 20:18; Genesis 29:31; Genesis 34:1; Genesis 34:12; Genesis 35:17; Genesis 35:23-24; Genesis 35:26; Genesis 46:25; Genesis 49:16; Genesis 49:20; Exodus 22:17; Numbers 1:24; Numbers 2:29; Song of Solomon 7:13; Luke 1:25; Luke 1:48; Acts 7:8

#Rachel #envy #God #blessing #children #Jacob #birth of Joseph #Genesis 30:1-24 #Book of Genesis #Old Testament #ASV #American Standard Version Bible

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uditgoel2004 · 3 years ago

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High Tea hosted in honour of Bandaru Dattatraya

Shimla (Himachal Pradesh): High Tea was hosted in honour of outgoing Governor Bandaru Dattatraya at Perterhof by State Government, today.

On the occasion, the Governor said that Himachal is beautiful State and the people were hardworking, developing and contented.

“There is a lot of purity, innocence and belongingness in the mind of people. It’s very emotional moment for him. I am taking with me the sweet memories of the immense affection of the people of the state”, said Dattatraya.

He added that during this period he has got full cooperation from all sections, all political parties, social, cultural institutions and all organizations and all officers and employees of the government.

Shri Dattatraya said that Himachal was on the path of rapid development and the government was doing good work under the able leadership of Chief Minister Shri Jai Ram Thakur. He said that he visited different parts of the State and he has experienced the knock of development in last corner of the state. He said that it has been his endeavour to focus more on tourism, skill development and technology. Health resources have to be further strengthened in future and it has to be strengthened to the rural areas, he added. He said that the State should pay more attention especially to the environment. The forests here were the beauty of the state, so the green cover should increase, he advised.

Chief Minister Jai Ram Thakur said that the State was fortunate to have benevolence, blessings and guidance of Bandaru Dattatraya during his one year and 10 months tenure as Governor of Himachal Pradesh. He expressed hope that the outgoing Governor would have also had pleasant experience of this small hilly State.

Jai Ram Thakur said that the State and its people were proud to have a virtuous and 'karma yogi' personality like Bandaru Dattatraya as Governor of the State. He said that the Governor has left an indelible mark in minds and hearts of the people of Himachal Pradesh. He also thanked the outgoing Governor for the love and guidance that the State received from him and also prayed for his good health and long life.

Urban Development Minister Suresh Bhardwaj, Education Minister Govind Singh Thakur, Health Minister Rajiv Saizal, Forest Minister Rakesh Pathania, Judges of the High Court, Chief Secretary Anil Khachi, ACS Prabodh Saxena and J.C. Sharma, DGP Sanjay Kundu, Secretary GAD Devesh Kumar, Advocate General Ashok Sharma and senior officers of the State Government were also present on the occasion.

Pix & Video Courtesy: Himachal Pradesh Information & Public Relation (@dprhp)

#Himachal Pradesh #Governor Bandaru Dattatraya #High Tea #Himachal News #jai ram thakur #Shimla #farewell

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tomorrowedblog · 3 years ago

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Friday Releases for June 25

Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for June 25 include F9, Call Me If You Get Lost, Mario Golf: Super Rush, and more.

F9, the new movie from Justin Lin, is out today.

Vin Diesel’s Dom Toretto is leading a quiet life off the grid with Letty and his son, little Brian, but they know that danger always lurks just over their peaceful horizon. This time, that threat will force Dom to confront the sins of his past if he’s going to save those he loves most. His crew joins together to stop a world-shattering plot led by the most skilled assassin and high-performance driver they’ve ever encountered: a man who also happens to be Dom’s forsaken brother, Jakob.

Werewolves Within

Werewolves Within, the new movie from Josh Ruben, is out today.

When a killer terrorizes the snowed-in residents of a small town, it falls to the new forest ranger to find out who - or what - lurks among them in this hilarious horror whodunnit.

The Evil Next Door

The Evil Next Door, the new movie from Tord Danielsson and Oskar Mellander, is out today.

New to her stepmom role Shirin moves into a duplex with her partner, Fredrik, and his son, Lucas. The new home feels like the right place to start becoming a family. But when Fredrik leaves for work, strange things are heard from the other, uninhabited side. Also, who is Lucas’ new friend?

False Positive

False Positive, the new movie from John Lee, is out today.

After months of trying and failing to get pregnant, Lucy (Ilana Glazer) and Adrian (Justin Theroux) finally find their dream fertility doctor in the illustrious Dr. Hindle (Pierce Brosnan). But after becoming pregnant with a healthy baby girl, Lucy begins to notice something sinister through Hindle’s gleaming charm, and she sets out to uncover the unsettling truth about him, and her own “birth story.” As if getting pregnant weren’t complicated enough…

Lansky

Lansky, the new movie from Eytan Rockaway, is out today.

David Stone (Sam Worthington), a renowned but down-on-his-luck writer, desperately needs a break. His luck changes when he receives a surprise call from Meyer Lansky (Academy Award-nominee Harvey Keitel), the Jewish Godfather of organized crime. The retired gangster spins a dizzying tale, revealing the untold truth about his life as the notorious boss of Murder Inc. and the National Crime Syndicate. For decades, authorities have been trying to locate Lansky’s alleged fortune, hundreds of millions gone. This is their last chance to capture the aging gangster before he dies; but Lansky, as always, is one step ahead of the FBI, sending them on a wild chase, evading and outsmarting them at every turn.

September Mornings

September Mornings, the new TV series from Josefina Trotta, is out today.

The five, 30-minute episodes tell the journey of Cassandra, who starts to see things get on track in her life with a place of her own for the first time, a boyfriend who she loves, Ivaldo (Thomás Aquino), a job as a courier in downtown São Paulo, and fulfilling her dream of being a cover artist of Vanusa, a famous Brazilian singer from the 70s. Her life takes an unexpected turn, however, when her ex, Leide (Karine Teles), shows up with Gersinho (Gustavo Coelho) and claims he is Cassandra’s son.

Central Park S2

The second season of Central Park, the TV series from Loren Bouchard, Josh Gad, and Nora Smith, is out today.

We’re heading back to the park for another musical summer.

Mario Golf: Super Rush

Mario Golf: Super Rush, the new game from Nintendo, is out today.

Hit the green with up to four players locally or online and golf with friends from the Super Mario series like Mario, Peach, Yoshi, and more! Modes range from Standard Golf to the energetic Speed Golf and an exciting Golf Adventure. Simple motion or button controls make it easy for both new players and seasoned pros to drive and putt.

Call Me If You Get Lost

Call Me If You Get Lost, the new album from Tyler, The Creator, is out today.

#Games #Movies #TV #Music #News

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allicekitty13 · 4 years ago

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Escape Route

“It was a sentiment Alice could relate to; after all, less than a week ago, she'd abandoned everything in her life to hit the road. Although, in her own case, retuning would be much harder. Charlotte had a loving and accepting family who only wanted what was best for her to return to. She envied the woman slightly; if she'd grown up with even a quarter of the support Charlotte had, maybe she would still be at NYU right now. But those weren't the cards she'd been dealt.“ Read On Ao3

Read On FFN

It was dark, the night only illuminated by the streetlamps and light peeking out the few windows scattered throughout the apartment buildings lining the alleyway. Not many people were awake at such a late hour; usually, she wouldn't be either. On an average night, she would be asleep, getting ample rest for classes the next morning. Tonight, however, Alice was sitting in her car, hands tightly clenching the steering wheel internally debating if she really could do this. She was already so close, so near to her goal. A goal that had been festering inside for months now—possibly even years if she were to be honest.

That afternoon Alice had done the unthinkable by dropping out of school mid-semester. Just a few hours ago she had packed up as many belongings as she could possibly fit into her small two-door Honda Civic. Alice had been sitting there in the driver's seat, building up the final shreds of her courage ever since. If she were to follow through on this plan her roommate, Bella, would come home to find Alice's bedroom cleared out alone with her abandoned call phone sitting on the bedside table. It was likely by now full of notifications of missed calls and angry voicemails.

Alice admittedly felt terrible for the girl. Bella was sweet, always kind, and didn't deserve to have this sprung upon her. She would be the one who had to deal with the questions following Alice's disappearance. Worst of all, poor Bella would have to answer to Alice's father in the coming days. But Alice knew if she'd warned her friend in person, Bella would have tried to stop her; she likely would have succeeded. So Alice had written a letter left next to the phone apologizing and trying to explain that she was okay. That Alice needed to do this. She begged her friend to understand and forgive her, pleaded in written words not to come looking.

The consequences that would be placed upon Bella were the only thing causing Alice to hesitate. There was still time to change her mind, to take the responsible course of action and continue down the path laid out by her father. She could easily go back upstairs, tear up the letter, and put her belongings back in place. She could call Edgar with some made-up excuse; he would pull some strings to have her reinstated as a student. Alice could resume her life as usual, albeit with her father looking at her with slightly more disdain than usual.

Alice shook her head furiously at the thought as though she could forcibly remove the doubts from her mind. This was something she needed to do, something she'd wanted for quite a while. To run away from her life, from her past. To start over someplace fresh, where nobody knew who she was. Someplace Edgar Brandon had no control, where she wouldn't be haunted by ghosts of the past.

So, despite the nervousness of the unknown still sitting like a weight in her stomach Alice finally started the car. She was headed off, to where? She didn't know; that was something she could figure out along the way.

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Alice had been on the road for a few days, driving aimlessly in whatever direction struck her fancy. She took only backroads traveling through small farm towns and past long forgotten tourist traps. In Pennsylvania and Indiana, she'd found cheap cash only motels that didn't ask too many questions to get a nights rest. Her diet had consisted of mostly rest stop junk food. Occasionally she would stop at the occasional diner for something close to nutritions. She was now in Iowa, and the meter on her gas tank was bordering dangerously close to empty. Being so far from the highways and interstate, gas stations were few and far between, luckily though a sign on the roadside indicated there was a rest stop just a few miles out and so she made her way east to fuel up.

Alice pulled into the parking lot and proceeded to drive up to the nearest of two gas pumps. A relic of a different time, it was an older style that she'd only seen in films on the classic movie channel. A sign was attached to the surface with duct tape instructing customers to venture inside to pre-pay for their gad. A reasonable request judging by the lack of space to insert a credit card, an option the woman would prefer to avoid anyhow. Accessing her bank account at the moment would leave a digital paper trail leading anyone looking for Alice directly to her location. Although chances were relatively high that Edgar wouldn't actually be looking for her, it wasn't a chance Alice was willing to take.

So, she pulled her denim jacket tighter against her body to brace herself against the harsh midwestern autumn winds as she made her way into the small timeworn building near the pumps. It was apparent that 'Bier's gas and go' had seen better days. The roof needed retiling, as evidenced by the barren spots sprinkled across the surface. A vintage coca-cola sign hung in the window. If a collecter were to ever venture off the interstate and stop by the old station, they'd likely pay a fortune for it despite the worn, sun-bleached condition.

Inside, the owners had made decent use of the cramped space in a half-hearted attempt to keep up with the times. A table with a single chair was tucked away in one corner next to an out of date newspaper dispenser. Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that it had been out of use for years as the price per paper was set at .90 cents and the date on the periodical displayed in the machine was for June 13th of 1997. Despite the clear signs of a business on its last legs, the shelves were stocked with a small array of fresh products that the few customers passing through might require. Bags of chips were placed near the back of the store, a few boxes of candy bars sat on the checkout counter, and a belly cooler was pushed up against one wall stocked with soda, juice, and water.

A blonde woman just a few inches taller than Alice was leaning against the checkout counter, holding a backpack close to her chest as she chatted with the shops' only other inhabitant. A man, whose height towered over that of both women, was stocking cigarettes onto a shelf behind the register. Both parties looked up upon Alice's entrance, the man looking bored, yes surprised likely at having two customers within the premises in one day if his surroundings were any indication. The woman's eyes lit up, and she sucked her lower lip into her mouth, pressing it between her teeth as Alice approached the counter, paid for her gas, and received instruction from the man on how to operate the vintage pumps.

Alice said her thank yous, never one to forget her manners, and headed back outside. She began to pump her gas, grateful for Riley's instructions as operating the older pump was a foreign concept to the woman who'd never seen, let alone used one of this nature. Just as Alice returned the nozzle to its receptacle, the woman from inside exited the building. She looked around the lot before spotting Alice and headed directly over to where the woman was standing.

"Listen," She opened with a tinge of hesitation in her voice. "This might sound odd, but I was kind of wondering where you're headed."

"You're right; that does sound odd." Alice had seen her fair share of horror movies. This was about the time she knew it would be a good idea to excuse herself, get back into her car, and get away fast. Yet, something in the woman's eyes that looked a lot like hope caused her to go against better judgment as she hesitantly questioned the woman, "Why do you ask?"

"I'm trying to get back home, to Texas. Been hitchhiking my way, kinda hopin' you might be kind enough to offer a ride it's not terribly far out of your way?"

"What's your name?"

"Charlotte, friends call me Charlie." The woman answered with a reluctantly hopeful half-grin.

"Well, Charlie, you're in luck since I've just been driving aimlessly up until now, and I wouldn't mind having a clear destination."

Charlotte thanked Alice profusely as she climbed into the passenger's side of the vehicle and placed her backpack on the floor between her feet. As the duo ventured back onto the backroads of the midwestern United States, Alice couldn't help but wonder if it was fate that brought the two girls together, that the small run-down gas station had been exactly where she'd needed to be.

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Charlotte made for excellent company causing Alice's time on the road to become much more fun. She now had someone to talk to as her new companion was exceptionally vocal. Charlotte talked a lot about her family, specifically her older half-sister, who recently married and moved from their hometown of Dripping Springs, Texas to Tennessee with her new husband. The woman seemed to be close with her sister bringing her up in many of their conversations.

Halfway to Texas, they crashed for the night as a motel in Oklahoma. After a few drinks, Charlotte opened up about her older brother. The two had gotten into a fight just before the woman moved away. Her brother, Jasper, hadn't thought Charlotte was mature enough to leave home. He felt that she was idolizing the city and was worried she would get hurt. Charlotte argued that Jasper and Rosalie had babied her their entire lives, and she would never learn to be self-sufficient with Jasper and their mother watching over her and fixing every problem that arose in her life. Unfortunately, moving across the country on a whim had been too much for the woman to handle, and she wasn't looking forward to telling her brother he had been right.

Apparently, this was the reason she'd been hitchhiking rather than asking her family to help purchase a plane ticket. Charlotte knew that logically her always supportive and loving family would welcome her back with open arms. That they weren't the 'I told you so' type. Still, she was nervous about what would happen when she returned and had hoped that by now, she might have figured out what to say.

The next day, Charlotte was uncharacteristically quiet. She grew stiffer and stiffer as the car crept closer to Dripping Springs. Alice offered to extend their trip slightly, pointing out that she had nowhere to be, and it would give the woman more time to clear her head. Charlotte contemplated the offer but, in the end, decided that there would never be a perfect time to do this. That she would never truly be ready to crawl back home or to admit she was wrong. Besides, she knew her mother and brother would be kind about the situation. Knew that everything would be okay; still, that didn't make it any easier.

It was a sentiment Alice could relate to; after all, less than a week ago, she'd abandoned everything in her life to hit the road. Although, in her own case, retuning would be much harder. Charlotte had a loving and accepting family who only wanted what was best for her to return to. She envied the woman slightly; if she'd grown up with even a quarter of the support Charlotte had, maybe she would still be at NYU right now. But those weren't the cards she'd been dealt. So, rather than feel sorry for herself, she refocussed on comforting her friend in the passenger's seat who had a monumental task to tackle in just a few more miles.

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Charlotte instructed Alice to pull over next to a dingy looking bar on the main street when the pair finally arrived in Dripping Springs. She explained that this was where her brother worked and was most likely to be at this time of day. They sat parked for a moment; the air filled with tension as Charlotte stared at the bar from the bar window. Finally, she turned back to Alice, nervousness apparent in her expression, and asked if her friend would mind coming inside with her as it might be easier to do this with someone around for support.

The bar was dimly lit, the only source of lighting coming from the numerous neon beer signs scattered about the walls. There were booths in every corner, and four tables surrounded by chairs took up half of the floor space. The other half of the room was occupied by a pool table as well as a cleared out area near the jukebox that acted as a dance space. Behind the bar stood a man who occupied himself with dusting off the rack on which numerous liquor bottles sat.

"Jas?" Charlotte called out, causing the man to startle; he dropped the rag he was holding and spun around in shock, staring at his sister, who gazed back sheepishly. The room was quiet for a long time as the siblings stood caught in a silent conversation held via eye contact accompanied only by the ambient music playing from Jasper's phone sitting next to him on the counter.

"You were right. I couldn't...." She trailed off, looking down at the counter with shaking breath.

Jasper only nodded in response as he reached into the belly cooler next to him for two beers, which he slid across the counter to the girls. "So, who's your friend?"

Jasper sat down with the girls, catching up with his sister and learning of her adventures with Alice. He was grateful to the woman for bringing Charlotte home but make sure to let her know she was an idiot for picking up a stranger at a gas station in the middle of nowhere.

As Alice got to know the man, she found herself drawn to him; he was attractive with his tall stature, messy blonde hair, and piercing green eyes. He was smart, witty, and it was endearing to see how easily he reconciled with Charlotte and how much genuine interest he took in her life. This was a real family, the type of relationship she'd tried so hard to cultivate with her own sister but had never managed to accomplish with their father constantly spinning his eldest daughter out to be a villain.

Alice started fighting sleep as the night wore on, and customers began to file in, diverting Jasper's attention from the family reunion. She made a comment about needing to look for a motel for the night, and Charlotte looked at her as though she'd grown a second head.

"No, you're definitely not."

"Char, I need to sleep."

"Not in a motel; after everything you've done for me, the least I can do is offer you the guest room at our place."

"You mean my place?" Jasper cut in, shooting his sister an amused glare before turning to look at Alice with fondness in his eyes. "She's right though, guest rooms yours for as long as you need if you'd like it."

Back at the Whitlock ranch in the guest room, Alice lay in a comfortable bed for the first time in days. She was tossing over the idea of staying in this town for a while. Before reriting to their rooms for the night Charlotte had practically begged her new friend to hang around. Alice hadn't been sure what she was looking for when she had set out on this journey. But having made a genuine friend in Charlotte and the way Jasper treated her with nothing but kindness made her feel as though just maybe she'd found it. It was too soon to determine anything for certain, but as she passed into sleep thinking about blonde hair and green eyes, she decided that it wouldn't hurt to explore the option.

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