“If one from your community heard that the Roman Soldiers-believing in Jesus the Christ-have been defeated by Godless Persians let him should not surmise that that defeat could be going on as before. No! At the end of the great battle The Roman Army would be the peerless winner before the pagans-The Persians!”
THE DIARIES OF JUDAH: (To be continued)
I imagined myself as accomplishing something as one of the pages of my diary dated 24th September 2010, and found my left hand doing an extraordinary job on the hornbeam table located across the shelves of library in my room writing a letter on which a lot depended for me, for with the letter I hoped to secure an excellent electronic post to you while The Green Stalinist-Fundamentalist-/Red KEMALIST agents are against my peerless e-book to be published through a unique way here which I could qualify as imaginative a place for publishing service generally as building castles on air, and as concrete as the Oxford Press opening the gates of reading peerless papers to the intellectual readers of the world. Actually having been the idol of David’s Harp Lovers, I used to play my instrument with my right hand while the other hand might to be writing...
THE DIARIES OF JUDAH: (Questions and Answers)
Anti- liberal militant asks, and I answer as below:
- “Why do you write your “e- book” here?
- “Regretfully I have got a name for official writing or I was obliged to use in Constantinople is MOUSTAPHA AIRDOGAN SOORAAT!
- “Isn’t your name in national press network Mustafa Erdogan Surat?”
- “I like this forum, and it’s no business of yours to choose a place for me to write my e-book/EXPLORING RELIGION.”
- “RAHMAN AND RAHIM comes to the meaning of LOVE. OK?”
- “NOP! Don’t try to teach me the meanings of my Semitic language family tongues. RAHMAN and RAHIM are ‘Compassionate’ and ‘Merciful’ in English, and available in the opening sentence cliché at the head of every holy SURAH: ‘In the name of God-The Compassionate, the Merciful!’ EH..."
- “Why didn’t-maybe cannot-you dare to answer my main question: ‘Who are you’?”
- “On the page number 19 and here I replied it very clearly, lucidly, exactly, overtly! Hey are you with me?”
- “I repeat it: ‘Who are you’?”
- PROF. DR. MUSTAFA ERDOGAN SURAT, Prof. MES in abridged form. BY THE WAY ‘WHO ARE YOU’?”
- “I’M NOBODY! GOOD BY!
I sought, above, to remind my dear readers of the parasitic expressions which have intended to stop my unique study here. I know from the favour my dear readers did me in the hits nearing to 4000 in a high speed compared to the rating of my other articles and papers published in other places both within internet and across the press! That negative acquaintance-because I know that that one is from a country under the oppression of semi-military regime- to whom I am writing by chance, after a one page interval, I had been put in touch with somebody similar to that one-maybe paid by the aforesaid regime-for several times! And at every time they had tried to stop me I would make them to understand that the intellectuals of the liberal world were at my side and all my circumstances pressed me to leave THE LOVE for the SAVIOUR WHICH A.CAMUS, HAWKING,AND THE NEW MESOPOTAMIANS HAD TAUGHT ME!
PRAYER FOR THE HEALTH
OF THE PEOPLE RUNNING ALL PUBLICATIONS AND
PROTECTING THEM FROM NEGATIVE SOULS
Borrowed-partly-from the humanist speculations of KIRKINCI HODJA of The New Mesopotamians!
Our Lord,
The world is the country of mankind sometimes larger than the universe and littler than a village at times. The liberal thought, liberal belief, and liberal economy led by the USA and its allies is the only way for the village we call world yet the anti-liberal saboteurs are more eager to give a shape-an ugly, despotic, prisonlike construction-to our world and they are everywhere especially in internet medium that in the absence we all may be devoid of good and far-reaching connections of own specials as mammals privileged to be the sons of Adam and Eve!
Our Lord,
We were placing our greatest hopes in the people running our forums. The Europe was probably getting on towards some economical problems at the very beginning of The Third Millennium, as some of our village officials, coming European Parliament from their member countries. It was already quite twilight in our economical life. Our white and blue colour workers are waiting for our naive Indo-European Stock affiliated and industrious Semitic intellectuals’ constructive thoughts that can change the lights to make The World’s Economic Life colours tinged from gray to golden!
MEHMET KIRKINCI HOCA'ya Göre Hz. Mehdi
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Our Lord,
When the reign of your kingdom opens the freedom windows of the world for forty years or more in peace we shall find ourselves in front of the gate of the heaven in the world because it’s possible to change the hell of negative souls to the heaven in our little village we call world!
Amen!
THE TALE OF THE NIGHT TO MAKE YOU TO HAVE A HELTHY SLEEP, AND TO SEE THE SAVIOUR IN YOUR DREAM!
Once upon a time I have run up against Hawking in the forest surrounding Black Mountain which had been famous for its brunet bears in a time worth to be announced with the very term-antediluvian! He shouted at me how is it going? I managed to reflect the same question on the spot, and he replied me:
-“In the Universe there is no need for the God to create the garbage consisting of a lot of stars, planets, black holes!
I was to approve him adding the classifying words of A. CAMUS to his divined decry:
-“You’re right. Everything is absurd and shall be the same as before if we curb SELF DEVELOPMENT!”
-“How would it be” asked he. “Swearing the fate as the New Mesopotamians should do in their underdeveloped life in and around the Anatolia.”
-“Very badly you described their way of life” I raised my opposition immediately, “It’s said New Mesopotamians have the right to boost with the name of YUNUS EMRE who says he is not created yet dressed as a creature named, say, a mammal or a human being, and looking like carrying blood cells like domestic cats or the horses of bloody HUN ARMY maybe the wildest of all times.”
THE FIRST E-BOOK WRITTEN IN A FORUM/EXPLORING RELIGION BY PROF.MES has come into life in the pages of ValueMD, and I'll tell you everything about it from the phase of inception to its last chapter. The moment I set foot in the place under the roof of abovementioned internet organisation, I would like the pages of the World’s one and only book written-in another saying accomplished-over internet or through an imaginative network the last lines to be rendered as “thread closed” as locking the front door.
SHORT RELIGION INDUCED/ANTI MATERIALIST STORIES FROM THE NAIVE PEOPLE OF THE EURASIA COMPILED BY PROF. MES SOLZHENITSY (1)
MR.TEOMAN-THE EX MAYOR OF A BIG CITY NEAR TO SARP HIMSELF, HAS NARRATED THE STORY BELOW:
In a strange day of early summer my PC began to talk with me in Kurdish-A modest member of the Indo European Language Family- and as I’m a Hebrew politician and able only to communicate in English or Russian I have had to invite one of my officers to translate its chattering attempts within a musical but thoroughly queer words. In a clear and straight style I have been informed by the translators that my PC was telling a tale with an haltering tongue:
“Where is the file I’m looking for?” asked I my shadow yet the answer came from another corner: from a Dinosaur’s image put in a file having got the title: Jurassic Park. How could an image change free words with anybody as if it had been as clever as a wise person able to be using his personal computer when needed? I’m not thinking aloud. I ask this question to everybody who happened to read the questions here except Zack. Who is Zack then? I, of cou
rse for my name is Zack. My family name is also, Zack and the names of all my friends, pets-if I have any-and all utensils belonging to me are the same-Zack.
REST OF THE TALKING PC'S STORY
If may I be expected to say anything about the things belonging to him-my owner or rather the user, I could make some significant remarks about them! For instance in the kitchen one crystal like water glass might be ready to fall and be broken scattering several hundred thousand of pieces of the glazier’s work each of them could pierce much more easily than pins and cut the finger of children or the paw of kittens with gushes deeper than that of the most sharp guillotine used for such purposes ever, and his wife has been to feel-before a long time-it obligatorily. The third class of infinity viz. Nature the mom is as cleverer as the Saviour you know, and Her Creatures must be ready to speak-so why astonishing at the talking PC like me-or to fall, glide, be lost or hide anywhere! Come now, instead of the evil plans to behave twice as cowardly, and inflicting on purpose as living bodies could do through wisdom apt for every type of evil! The kitchen lamp could be lit in the large yet after all the silk threads in the house could be broken suddenly, and every bead of the tenants' rosaries would fall and roll on the flour so all those good believers-at least the man and his wife in this story-should sit down to look for them, because lest the Saviour might intervene the case no one of the beads would be found and I could cry: “Well, this is how things stand.”
SHORT STORIES DEVOTED TO THE SAVIOUR
GOD’STIME: TRUE; THAT OF THE NATURE- THE CRATOR: NOTHING!
(MEMOIRS by a certain Saint answered to the name S. because of the curfew.)
The Russian Jewish girl has been 13 years old in the beginning of the year 1945. Her family had decided to take refuge in a semi-ruined castle of which living people could had been taken into account as a janitor if one might be called as a worker fulfilling a work like that of his to be in charge of the basic affairs of a great building without being paid! As for the case of that man, the family of the adolescent girl refugee has saw a perpetual yellow fund spotted with green and blue points equally scattered around behind the man who ought to be called as The Janitor.
The girl without the main sources to meet her individual needs or the needs of her family couldn't be prevented from singing before the sullen faces of her parents and the other members of the family. Nonetheless one must not fall into the error not to take the instructions of her parents into the account which had made her taught how to live in the time of God's breath namely Messiah instead of living in that of the creator-Nature the Mom! She-the creator has got the one the parallel universes which is full of tears or joys alternatively but that belongs to the Saviour is absolutely carrying happiness and success to the boys and girls or their parents. Now imagine: two parallel universes were available in the same volume with the same concrete ingredients but the parents of the girl would live in the time of the Creator-Nature the Mom's time with gray, pale, worn out, and sullen-if not hopeless-faces while she would taste the endless delicacy of living in the time of the Messiah. Inasmuch as the same concrete objects shared by the parallel universes were in different peculiarities from the point of colour, odour, and warmth!
Russian Jewish Girl Rebecca-her name is Rebecca- assured herself for a coming happy future as the children in debacle would do since the old wartimes of the Europe, and instead of the probability that she might become a laughingstock in the house-because the place where they should be expected to be a sort of house-, and yet she was amongst those who had explored the God's breath-The saviour and inheritor of the promise that in her world everything should end happy may whatever undesired changes occur in her life all the ways of the world would be tasty as blessed as the salt free bread and kosher cheese.
So were it not better if she had not got a bit of pomme de terrepicked for her family for half a penny? She asked herself: "What is it to be Messiah's elect?" It cannot be denied in the years of war having owned the parents and being owned under the holy roof of one's sweet home by those parents whose cheep gifts would seem to the parents much more, and so much dearer than cheaper than their real value! The love nourished by the parents towards the new generation they had delivered to the world would make everything to seem less or non-glamorous to them and more and more fascinating to their beloved children. But Rebecca would be Rebecca for she is Sarah actually believing that POMME DE TERRE should be capable hinge from violet to soiled yellow and secret crimson drawing in the changing shapes various figures between the circular, very perpendicularly perpendicular, and even rectangular to design an ecliptic surface horizontal in usage and wall like in the Weekdays carrying The Chinese Wall to the mind, and Egyptian Pyramids over the relatively richer Sunday breakfasts' cup of tea, milk, and coffee variations.
If the humble menu of the Sunday breakfast could not meet the expectations, if Sarah-yes Sara for she is Rebecca without any doubt- would see her parents trembling out of the Sub-Arctic namely Middle Siberian cold, she should not given her hopes up, and offer the family members-under the storm of applaud in endless clap-claps-to eat hazel nut and garlic instead of conserved fish, egg and honey. If she would have said to God, "I don't know how to be believing in you yet I believe you and it will be after all Thy will that some miserable conditions we live in should come to pass, so I won't give up to follow sensation of feeling myself well satisfied from the point of my wish. It need must be my only wish to appreciate all my situational moments gaining wishful things , it is my bliss. My soul is sincere, I hide no suffering as a secret malice. I used to know that Thou didst save me from the very beginning to the end. End of what? I cannot give any definition of such things. As to the components of the very beginning I can remember a lot about them related to a Christmas Carol once, and new, shiny shoes, wet chocolate cakes or to take a cruise in new model car obligatorily carrying the trade mark something like Chrysler "! She would not have been forgotten, she would have seen her family members saved many times-at least- by her example, yet she would not be the first challenger to despise the Creator-Mother the MOM for she couldn't have the knowledge of the hierarchy showing at the top The Lord whose breath would be the Saviour and at the third stage below The lord and His own Breath-The Messiah. For it's easy to see that giving up one's wish which should be bestowed by The Saviour-The Messiah but it'd be much more greater to hold it fast even after having come near to give it up", it'd great to feed one's own eternal hope!
OK! Then came nothing to the table which has never existed at all at the time of breakfast nor dinner. If she had not believed that she was a certain Sarah, Eva or Rebecca, she surely would have been dead of sorrow not because of starving. Yes in the castle her family take refuge starving was reigning besides harsh cold, darkness, and water shortage, and she, dulled by grief, would not understand that she was suffering from grief in the meaning of having got a fire around one's heart burning up all hopes and the lungs together. The Saviour was saving her only hiding the nominal aspect of her grief within the universe of nomenclature. Should she be able to name her grief that she was suffering from grief then she would have been the victim of grief actually! Briefly fulfilment of reaching to the borders of mental disorder needs only to call one's average psychological disasters like grief, insomnia, depression, anxiety as grief, insomnia and the like...
The Saviour must have smiled her and frowned at her fate as scolding the fate maker or Creator-Mother the Mom at this bad times of hers. And Rebecca believed that the reason of gaining the support of the Saviour without showing the holy and eternal dexterity to explore Him was her youth therefore instead she was less trained and less experienced than her parents she could see the background of the poor, timid, and unhappy man's-the sour cherry dealer's-wife and children's living quality which ought to be accepted as full of security and alternatively welfare! Their life was a model for her to produce self improvement and life preparations for she who always hoped for the best would become older-probably-to feel perpetual pessimism
as her and everybody's parents did, and she who is always prepared for the best-maybe-would be grow old early, but she who believed that she could preserves an eternal youth to live in the LOVE induce one of the relatives of Hawking's parallel universes one of which owned by The Saviour and the other belong to the Creator-Nature the Mom owning everything except LOVE that should be very peculiar to the Breath of The Lord-The Saviour namely the Messiah.
SHORT STORIES DEVOTED TO THE SAVIOUR-2
A MURDER IN ONE SPACE AND WITHIN TWO PARALLEL UNIVERSES
May praise be to this story for two different detective story writers, though sharing the same space and being in the same time yet living in different parallel universes each one inside each other and one circumscribing the other while circumscribed by! One of the detective stories was young enough to choose a la mode boots and shirts, and to desire the pleasure of the situation occupied by the celebrities by flying colours, and the older could be perceived much more older than he was because of his classic suit, though instead of having been gray-haired, he was too to wish to be a famous. In an outward respect there could be no marvellously different perceptions between these two men's reports which would consist in the fact that the murder-as every bloody event-didn't come to pass according to their expectations. The differences betwixt the little parallel worlds belonging to different universes at the same time and in the same space they had been observing could be differed from each other in a deeper sense the miraculously sub-atomic details of lines, odour, colour to consist in the fact that first and second detective story writers were young enough to observe everything within the utmost scrutinizing look.