Rising from the ground, the two
looked on, as the groups of people who had
been set apart disappeared. Joseph quietly
took the priest's hand to help him, and said,
"My brother, may we now honor life
together? The sun is setting, a new day
awaits. All of us have been guilty in one
lifetime or another of not properly honoring
that which was sacred. Perhaps we can seek
understanding together?" Unable to speak,
the priest took Joseph's hand as they walked
towards the sun.
"The prey departeth not, nor do the crack of
the whip, the whir of wheels, the prancing
horses, the bounding chariots, the charging
horsemen, the flashing (sword), the
glittering spear, the multitude of slain, the
great heap of carcasses. No end is there to
the bodies; men stumble over those bodies."
The Dead Sea Scriptures, Nahum, Chapter
Three, No. 1-3, Page 315, Paragraph 1,
(Christianity, Gnostic/Essene)
Seeing it for only a moment, the
deeply sacred golden book encased in blue-
turquoise appeared. A voice spoke from the
sky. "As you seek life, you will find the holy
words of life... of each life. Every life has
its own holy words, its own holy pathway,
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