THE SIGN OF THE BEAST - All the bears do use their right hand

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The sound of a letter-Gemmel
could never be known by the Today's pharizees who would pronounce the VERY ORIGINAL SOUND in vain.
That's why the ETERNAL HIGHER has separated the letter, nd Gehaveh has reserved it for those who got His Love--------------------------------------------------------------------------------What is YOUR proof/evidence?Sorry, but you still havent shown your proof. I'd especially like this part to be explained...

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That's why the ETERNAL HIGHER has separated the letter, nd Gehaveh has reserved it for those who got His Love

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But basically, the whole thing. You cant claim that you've already explained this to me because this (what you typed as an answer) is not proof.
I am sorry, maybe it is me. Maybe someone can explain it to me other than Saphira. I cannot figure out how what she typed can be shown as 'proof', when it seems to be more of opinion.Anyone?P.S. when doing research to answer your question this was told to me.
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Languages each have their own rules for spelling and pronounciation. What diff does it make? Something dark and secret, no doubt.

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This message has been edited by Ricka, 06-07-2004 09:35 AM

Gift for Father:Page non trouve - Cafe Shops

I dont know if I should laugh, cry or run for the hills (all 7 of them)

Oh, and btw. It isnt seven hills, its seven mountains.
If one should quote scripture then quote it rightly. She sits on seven mountains.
Gee, I guess that would exclude the Vatican. Since it(the Vicious Vulgatha Vatikkann)also is clear on the other side of Rome.All the while I sit here wondering why I am defending the Catholic Church?Things that make you go hmm.

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"Prophet," he said, presumably addressing Kalon, "I wish you would tell me a lot about your religion."

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"I shall be proud to do it," said Kalon, inclining his still crowned head, "but I am not sure that I understand."

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"Why, it's like this," said Father Brown, in his frankly doubtful way: "We are taught that if a man has really bad first principles, that must be partly his fault. But, for all that, we can make some difference between a man who insults his quite clear conscience and a man with a conscience more or less clouded with sophistries. Now, do you really think that murder is wrong at all?"

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"Is this an accusation?" asked Kalon very quietly.

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"No," answered Brown, equally gently, "it is the speech for the defence."

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In the long and startled stillness of the room the prophet of Apollo slowly rose; and really it was like the rising of the sun. He filled that room with his light and life in such a manner that a man felt he could as easily have filled Salisbury Plain. His robed form seemed to hang the whole room with classic draperies; his epic gesture seemed to extend it into grander perspectives, till the little black figure of the modern cleric seemed to be a fault and an intrusion, a round, black blot upon some splendour of Hellas.

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"We meet at last, Caiaphas," said the prophet. "Your church and mine are the only realities on this earth. I adore the sun, and you the darkening of the sun; you are the priest of the dying and I of the living God. Your present work of suspicion and slander is worthy of your coat and creed. All your church is but a black police; you are only spies and detectives seeking to tear from men confessions of guilt, whether by treachery or torture. You would convict men of crime, I would convict them of innocence. You would convince them of sin, I would convince them of virtue.

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"Reader of the books of evil, one more word before I blow away your baseless nightmares for ever. Not even faintly could you understand how little I care whether you can convict me or no. The things you call disgrace and horrible hanging are to me no more than an ogre in a child's toy-book to a man once grown up. You said you were offering the speech for the defence. I care so little for the cloudland of this life that I will offer you the speech for the prosecution. There is but one thing that can be said against me in this matter, and I will say it myself. The woman that is dead was my love and my bride; not after such manner as your tin chapels call lawful, but by a law purer and sterner than you will ever understand. She and I walked another world from yours, and trod palaces of crystal while you were plodding through tunnels and corridors of brick. Well, I know that policemen, theological and otherwise, always fancy that where there has been love there must soon be hatred; so there you have the first point made for the prosecution. But the second point is stronger; I do not grudge it you. Not only is it true that Pauline loved me, but it is also true that this very morning, before she died, she wrote at that table a will leaving me and my new church half a million. Come, where are the handcuffs? Do you suppose I care what foolish things you do with me? Penal servitude will only be like waiting for her at a wayside station. The gallows will only be going to her in a headlong car."

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This message has been edited by Ricka, 06-07-2004 05:44 PM

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He spoke with the brain-shaking authority of an orator, and Flambeau and Joan Stacey stared at him in amazed admiration. Father Brown's face seemed to express nothing but extreme distress; he looked at the ground with one wrinkle of pain across his forehead. The prophet of the sun leaned easily against the mantelpiece and resumed:

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"In a few words I have put before you the whole case against me--the only possible case against me. In fewer words still I will blow it to pieces, so that not a trace of it remains. As to whether I have committed this crime, the truth is in one sentence: I could not have committed this crime. Pauline Stacey fell from this floor to the ground at five minutes past twelve. A hundred people will go into the witness-box and say that I was standing out upon the balcony of my own rooms above from just before the stroke of noon to a quarter-past--the usual period of my public prayers. My clerk (a respectable youth from Clapham, with no sort of connection with me) will swear that he sat in my outer office all the morning, and that no communication passed through. He will swear that I arrived a full ten minutes before the hour, fifteen minutes before any whisper of the accident, and that I did not leave the office or the balcony all that time. No one ever had so complete an alibi; I could subpoena half Westminster. I think you had better put the handcuffs away again. The case is at an end."

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"But last of all, that no breath of this idiotic suspicion remain in the air, I will tell you all you want to know. I believe I do know how my unhappy friend came by her death. You can, if you choose, blame me for it, or my faith and philosophy at least; but you certainly cannot lock me up. It is well known to all students of the higher truths that certain adepts and illuminati have in history attained the power of levitation-- that is, of being self-sustained upon the empty air. It is but a part of that general conquest of matter which is the main element in our occult wisdom. Poor Pauline was of an impulsive and ambitious temper. I think, to tell the truth, she thought herself somewhat deeper in the mysteries than she was; and she has often said to me, as we went down in the lift together, that if one's will were strong enough, one could float down as harmlessly as a feather. I solemnly believe that in some ecstasy of noble thoughts she attempted the miracle. Her will, or faith, must have failed her at the crucial instant, and the lower law of matter had its horrible revenge. There is the whole story, gentlemen, very sad and, as you think, very presumptuous and wicked, but certainly not criminal or in any way connected with me. In the short-hand of the police-courts, you had better call it suicide. I shall always call it heroic failure for the advance of science and the slow scaling of heaven."

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It was the first time Flambeau had ever seen Father Brown vanquished. He still sat looking at the ground, with a painful and corrugated brow, as if in shame. It was impossible to avoid the feeling which the prophet's winged words had fanned, that here was a sullen, professional suspecter of men overwhelmed by a prouder and purer spirit of natural liberty and health. At last he said, blinking as if in bodily distress: "Well, if that is so, sir, you need do no more than take the testamentary paper you spoke of and go. I wonder where the poor lady left it."

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"It will be over there on her desk by the door, I think," said Kalon, with that massive innocence of manner that seemed to acquit him wholly. "She told me specially she would write it this morning, and I actually saw her writing as I went up in the lift to my own room."

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"Was her door open then?" asked the priest, with his eye on the corner of the matting.

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"Yes," said Kalon calmly.

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"Ah! it has been open ever since," said the other, and resumed his silent study of the mat.

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"There is a paper over here," said the grim Miss Joan, in a somewhat singular voice. She had passed over to her sister's desk by the doorway, and was holding a sheet of blue foolscap in her hand. There was a sour smile on her face that seemed unfit for such a scene or occasion, and Flambeau looked at her with a darkening brow.

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We have hundreds more books for your enjoyment. Read them all!

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Kalon the prophet stood away from the paper with that loyal unconsciousness that had carried him through. But Flambeau took it out of the lady's hand, and read it with the utmost amazement. It did, indeed, begin in the formal manner of a will, but after the words "I give and bequeath all of which I die possessed" the writing abruptly stopped with a set of scratches, and there was no trace of the name of any legatee. Flambeau, in wonder, handed this truncated testament to his clerical friend, who glanced at it and silently gave it to the priest of the sun.

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An instant afterwards that pontiff, in his splendid sweeping draperies, had crossed the room in two great strides, and was towering over Joan Stacey, his blue eyes standing from his head.

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"What monkey tricks have you been playing here?" he cried. "That's not all Pauline wrote."

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They were startled to hear him speak in quite a new voice, with a Yankee shrillness in it; all his grandeur and good English had fallen from him like a cloak.

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"That is the only thing on her desk," said Joan, and confronted him steadily with the same smile of evil favour.

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Of a sudden the man broke out into blasphemies and cataracts of incredulous words. There was something shocking about the dropping of his mask; it was like a man's real face falling off.

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I shall post later.
the ending.This message has been edited by Ricka, 06-07-2004 05:48 PM

of the Father Brown Mysteries. Shall we move on to Rabbi Small next? Or perhaps to Brother Cadfael?

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Aslan is not a Tame Lion

no need to. just found too many similarities there. Feel free to finish the story, if you'd like.

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Dear Ricka,If your inquirement is about an ancient hebrew consonant "Gemmel", then, ask your question.Every question asked got an only answer, since you do know to make the question by the right way.I hope objective questions. Do the inquirements.

Book of Revelation:Mystery of the woman and the beast-
I will explain to you the mystery of the woman and of the beast she rides,which has the seven heads and ten horns. The seven heads are seven hills on which the woman sits.
IN THE ROMAN CATHOLICS OWN ENCYCLOPEDIA :IT STATES THAT THE VATICAN SITS ON SEVEN HILLS.Jessie

668 is hardly a friendly neighbour it's cruelly non-fractionable,
would you rather trust 4-167 as some lead to "a" sign
obviously "seven" is a league away because again;
1671761 is a winning lottery ticket for someone
and just a stat for someones end of life perception
on the OTHER "hand" D"T"

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Y H V H V

When The Land Rose To Fill The Sky On Edge.
God Tumbled Out His Tub and Fell Over The Ledge.
When Man aspired To God's Divine Might.
He Did not Confuse The Lie 2 sleight.
In The End Reveal God's friend(s)
To Appear The Apprehend's
(YHVMMIVVIVIII)

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Y H V H V

OF LIGHT