Uxa:
It is time to know the personality of Belit-Seri. She is the wife
the god of nomads, Amurru, named for the Amorites until after the conquest of Babylon, rose to national god by the name of Marduk.
Belit-Seri, Goddess of the Desert, is the Type that advises the goddess of the Underworld, Ereshkigal. Well, maintains records of all human activities, and facilitate the trial of the souls in time to find their place in the next world.
Seshat, wife of Thoth, is your friend. As it records the names of the kings on the leaves of the divine tree.
When, as you know, I finished my studies at school Type of Imhotep, the builder of Sakkara, I write of files, recording the collection of taxes Pharaoh But my great highlight was when I set the output to accompany shipments.
order that the name-Seri Belit not fall into oblivion, on behalf of Thoth, Scribe of the gods, Registrar of the acts of God, took the name of the goddess, known to you.
know that, hieroglyphics, are the word of God, and load bearing magically endowed with life, since the act of writing is: "make it what it is not," hieroglyphics that I devised, I became Atho, Hunter Dreams, which, when stood among the Khazars learned in their holy books to live in the dreams of gods and humans. I chose to Belit-Seri, the great notary of the behavior of humanity that took so long, for heaven's plan, his name. And so I move from one time to another, from one dimension to another.
Uxa I could meet my beautiful princess of the Nile to see, then, the thought is a form of vision. I got talking
Ge'ez, the language used in religious rituals of Orthodox Christians in Ethiopia, when I went in search of the Ark of the Covenant. I climbed the mountain where Adam cried, collect precious stones which became her tears, and felt the bites of leeches that were kept. I heard the words of Horace: "Never lose hope." And Seneca: Why run ahead of the pain and loss of life before death? I saw
Sargon's mother put him in a wicker basket caulked with bitumen and pitch, and left the river Euphrates. Watched as his carriage pulled parabolans Hypatia, left naked, dismembered her body and jerked the skin and meat from shells. I witnessed when the sirens stopped being women-birds to become aquatic life to be defeated by the singing of the Muses.
land I am writing from India. Yesterday I found a "Kaftar" women yogis. I had him look like a Muslim infidel almalafa by my outfit, this time at war with them and me his eyes glared, snatching the heart of Belit-Seri. Héteme here become entirely on Atho of Khazaria, Dreamcatcher.
I have no doubt they are bad counselors. Since there are no end of ways with unknowns. As Heidegger said: "The man is a temporary quota released between two nothings." It seems a certainty.
Do you know the Truth for having reached the Gate of Glory? Tell me!
I transcribe a poem by Rumi:
The morning breeze kept secrets for you.
not go to sleep.
You ask for what you really want.
not go to sleep.
People come and go through the doorway. Where
worlds meet.
not go to sleep.
The Sufis, portray the soul as
A bird's nest looking helpless.
A tender flower waiting for the spring breeze.
A fish in search of the ocean.
Well, I start driving down the coast of Malabar. I hope the words of James will lead to knowledge and free your doubt. Take your time. Atho of Khazaria
