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Belit seeks advice from his teacher and friend HATY

Belit-Seri, note that many of his lovers are caught in a web hairy no hours, no moon, no stars. Goes to the temple to visit his teacher, the Type Haty to see if it can help in the "Isefet"-clutter your soul. "That Isis
you from evil, Haty. You light the Two Lands of the Nile by your wisdom.
- Ah, Belit, the trip's beautiful! Kemet, your beloved Egypt, I remember. What brings you to me? "I need Hetep
," peace, serenity, compliance, completeness, quietly to my spirit. Urge you provide the formula for the miracle that I tear obscures the soul.
-To conjure the spell you must go to God's Land of Words. Write sentences. The hieroglyphs gladden the hearts of the gods. And if you hit, hairy tarantula scare. Resurface, like the sun in the form of winged scarab Hefer, new loves. But you must not reveal your real name, is written in the tears of the gods and creative power only when you draw the symbol of the joy of living, you can hang from the branches of the sycamores. "Thank Haty
that fresh water Amun-Ra, endow you life.
and left with the silence of the night to the land of garlic, the region of Light.
When he returned, carrying his team of writing-case with pens, container for water to dilute the loaves of black and red ink palette of wood with two holes, was introduced to Haty, Prime Type, a small scroll.
- What have you written?
"blue sky How terrible! with his suit red hell strips "
" This sentence is not valid. You should not use obvious epithets.
"The moon struck the dark"
"This solemnity, not bad. Let:
"The dogmas are pigments, masks they conceal enigmas that scratch the soul. "
- What do you think of my friend, Mr. Giver of advice?
"Well, the phoneme" gm "gives sound to the sentence. Let's see, let:
"Say hello, smile, sing, love and sadness do not ride the"
-El polysyndeton loves to dress up the gods of wisdom. The only combination that I love is that between the Divinity of RA and we followers of the precepts of the Pharaoh. Do not be greedy, is suffering a painful hopeless. It's a backpack that contains everything abominable.
Thanks. Morning delivery to Al-Ubulla, meeting point of merchants from Persia and India.
Belit-Seri had conjured the spell. The gods want. And thought again Uxa.

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What is the difference between Muslims and Christians, righteous and guilty? On your doorstep, we are all seekers and He, the wanted. -----------------------------------------------
Hakim Sanai
-------------------------------------- Yes, that is Damascus, as you describe. I'm glad you know the adventures of Ibn Batutta, the Tangiers. Do not worry, we have no intention of traveling-de Rihla-IB as my friend, to al-Andalus, for now. We know that this land is under constant pressure Christians on the one hand, the pirates by sea, and the Black Death. Catastrophic plague this land also. We've known
. Only in Damascus killed about two thousand a day. Worse in Cairo, we learned that in one day killed eighty thousand.
has fifteen days, the Jews with the Torah, the Gospel Christians, most of Damascus with the Koran, went to the "Mosque of the feet" to give thanks for the end of the pests. I approached the east gate of Damascus to a blank channel where, according to Arab tradition of Cairo, is to drop Jesus.
Foreigners are welcomed with friendly, not hurt the dignity of man. While visiting in Mount Qasiyun the shelter Jesus, the Master and His Mother, IB was responsible for rent camels and hire to fill bottles Azacanes buffalo leather, with water to start the route to the city where Mohammed died. Let's start the journey through the desert. It is very dangerous, even the guides are lost and the friend's friend does not care.
After drinking a pint of sawiq, brought from Egypt, delicious drink made with barley flour dried in the fire, sugar and dates, we started the march of the caravan to Tayba. Crossing the desert, the sirocco hung over us, and began to drain the water. We were able to miraculously escape the poisonous wind, these clouds of dust and sand We choked.
We camped in the Pool of Julays, full of palm trees and fountains. In its huge market we bought sheep, fruit and other foods, thanks to the generosity of the cadi.
on what I say, dreams can not become part of the silence, are cries that cry to remember. Emerald leaf forests and golden sands of the desert, write and erase names of characters who do the will of Ra, hear their echoes divine and do not fall into oblivion, since otherwise the soul would disappear forever. SERI Belit