🚀 go-pugleaf

(ru) dolf: "I had the following phone messages with a male Jewish person 
as prostitute, whom I had after 18 months of solitude invited to a 
dinner and enjoyment with a bottle of New Zealand (Wisdom Wine) Pinot 
Gris. Who after I kissed him, left in a state of abject fear, and ran 
naked into the street, and was last seen huddled by a wall holding a 
cardboard box to himself as a makeshift girdle whilst calling a friend 
on his mobile phone to request he come by car to retrieve him.

0048 hours: "You don't think Balaam and his donkey {ie. a stupid or 
foolish person; donkey's years: a very long time; hung like a donkey} 
were jealous of you and me? ... But I think one of us has a complex.

Do you think my technology cognitive descriptors were a match for your 
conduct for you to feel comfortable with me again?

I like you, but luv if that's going to happen with my being passionate, 
we had better try our 1st date position again ..."

0022 hours: "As I said, I know my Kabbalah and I sent you the previous 
in the hope that when you get over the enjoyment of me, that there are 
some 76 categories associated to #312 and for #267 some 43 including:

Nous:	#20
Time:	09:20 hrs
Date:	2009.8.13
Torah:	#5 #1 #1 %81 = #7
Dao:	Left without Language, Different From the Vulgar
Tetra:	#50 - Vastness/Wasting
I-Ching:	H33 - Withdrawal
  	
Latin: Auxiliator {Hidden God} Alt: Yaliel {Thankful of God's Presence} {
1. PROTECTS ALL THOSE WHO SEEK THE TRUE LIGHT
2. PEACE TREATIES
3. DIPLOMACY & AMBASSADORS
4. Aphruimis
}
Ram {Elevated; sublime}

- http://www.grapple.id.au/vCube.html?zen:1,nous:20

These are attributes of mind taken from the GRAPPLE vCube at the time of 
my writing the last message."

2335 hours: "I really don't know why you left as you did #312 / #267 @ 
#20 - Left without language, different from the vulgar, #50 
vastness/wasting, H33 withdrawal."

1428 hours (next day): "I've looked into the Categories of [the 
Understanding of the last two messages you have given me]. They emit 
empathy with my remarks last night (re: Balaam) and are fine and OK as 
you say. The last message was Category #173 for male / female as: Father 
of pleasure, valley, to shut up or to confine oneself.

I'm wondering though if you have ever been in prison or detained and if 
that memory is the cause."

"We are all warriors, each of us splattered with the dirt and grime of 
the battlefield. Our Sages tell us that each person must wage war with 
the evil impulses that stream through his mind. A philosopher once 
remarked that if man would be held accountable for his every thought, we 
would all be hung. It�s a sad but true understanding of what our usual 
reality is. We try hard, we work on ourselves, but it�s a battle that 
never seems to cease.

What then keeps us on the field? Where do we gain the armor to protect 
ourselves? There is but one source of all such weaponry, and that is 
found in Hashem�s will. One of the greatest difficulties in bringing 
disengaged Jews closer to Torah is that they have no frame of Torah 
reference to relate to. Yidden who live a life filled with Torah 
awareness have a huge amount of positive connections with Hashem that 
stems from memories of mitzvos done and cherished. When things seem 
bleak, they can call up these experiences and with them temper the 
difficulties they face. What can you say to those without any such 
memory bank? They too face life�s difficulties, but to them, there is 
nothing in their Jewish experience that calls forth any positive hope. 
Many would be astounded at the depth of ignorance that vast numbers of 
Jews have about our mesora. Basic concepts have never been heard of and 
certainly not lived, so although Jewish in name, they have none of our 
shared historic faith in Hashem. They face the battlefields of life with 
nothing but a title of a people who aren�t all that loved. When the 
times become difficult, they flounder in the mire and blame that very 
name for their pain.

�Where was G-d?� �Why me?� These are questions that Torah Jews don�t 
usually ask, simply because they have lived with Hashem through so many 
times that they have stored up an ocean of faith. The Maggid of 
Mehzeritz once noted, �Just as a man cannot look at the sun face to face 
but is able to utilize its light, so he cannot comprehend Hashem but he 
is free to utilize His light; namely, a person�s own thoughts and 
spiritual emotions.� Emotions created by a sensitivity to Hashem�s will 
can bring one closer to Him and give strength to continue in the daily 
war over our inclinations." [By Rabbi Yitzchok Rubin, Tehillim -- The 
Rhythm of the Heart, Tehillim Chapter 79, Project Genesis: 2009.8.11]

daniel <danielthomasandrewdaly@live.com.au> wrote:
> The First Chronicles of the
> 
> Children of Destiny
> 
> 
> 
> �4 Short Tales�
> 
> 
> 
> by Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
> 
> www.noahidebooks.com
> 
> � 2009
> 
> 
> 
> Dedicated to my brother Gregory Daly
> 
> 
> 
> Saruviel � The Quick and the Dead
> 
> 
> 
> 35,999 SC
> 
> 
> 
> Saruviel examined the bullet wound.  His mind analysed quickly,
> countless spiritual neurons making connections with the data.  The
> bullet was from a GHT 459.  One of the deadlier types of rifles.  His
> murderer was an expert.  Only experts used that rifle.  Only experts
> enjoyed its subtle killing power.
> 
> 
> 
> Seven dead, now.  Seven dead in a week, and still no clues as to who.
> Televon Police suggested that it was likely the man in black himself.
> The old devil who had started up his business again.  But Saruviel
> couldn�t picture Satan doing this.  Not this time.  He knew Satan now
> lived down in Paradision on Androma.  Very close to Daly.  Very close
> to him.  They had become friends and the �Chronicler� had talked to
> Satan about repentance.  He had talked to him more seriously than most
> ever tried to bother doing, and Satan had felt grateful for this.
> Which was why he trusted Daly somewhat, living near him in the same
> city.  Could this be the work of Satan?  Could the old devil really be
> up to his old tricks?
> 
> 
> 
> The bullet was gone.  The killer was not stupid � not stupid at all.
> Saruviel had spent the afternoon examining the crime scene, looking
> for clues.  Every interaction from the killer with the crime scene
> left clues.  The old Jack Dagger mysteries had taught him that well
> enough.  But this killer left all clues absent.  Totally absent.  He
> or she was an expert � an expert of the highest calibre.
> 
> 
> 
> The latest victim, another of the royal house of Televon.  Albert
> Rothchild, grandson of the king.  3 dead royals now and 4 dead senior
> politicians.  And each untraceable, each using a different method of
> murder.  This was the case of Saruviel�s life.  He knew as much.
> 1,700 years in Homicide in the Zebulonian police force had trained him
> for this.  Zebulon had never seen murders like this, of this
> brutality.  Never.  The other continents of Judea, Traxia and Androma
> had their fair taste of crime, certainly.  Such was life.  But
> Televon�s continent of Zebulon, home to the royal family and planetary
> governance seemed to have always been immune to most criminal
> activity.  But not any more.  Things had � changed.  Could he crack
> the case?  He hoped so.  The hopes of Trillions were depending on him.
> 
> 
> 
> *   *   *   *   *
> 
> 
> 
> Seventeen weeks and Saruviel stood in the trees, looking at the
> shack.  Stuck out in the nature parks wilderness, all the clues had
> lead him to this.  He signalled the two other officers, and they
> slowly approached.  Saruviel, treading carefully, made his way to the
> back of the shack.  Suddenly two quick shots rang out and the officers
> cried in pain.  �We�re down,� yelled one of them.  �Fuck!� said
> Saruviel.  The situation was tense.
> 
> 
> 
> He remembered something then which Kantriel had said to him.  Had said
> to him about the slender grip life really had on people.  �There are
> the quick and there are the dead, bro.  The quick and the dead.  Make
> sure you are not the latter.�
> 
> 
> 
> Saruviel knew the killer was expecting him.  He knew it.  So he would
> have to be the quick, now, and not the dead.  His life perhaps
> depended on it.  He carefully trod along the back way of the shack,
> gun raised, walking to the front.  Carefully peering around the
> corner, he spied a rifle poking out the front door.  The killer seemed
> to be looking at the shot officers.  And then he made a quick
> connection � �the quick and the dead�.  Instantly he turned around and
> went to the other side of the shack.  He picked his aim, carefully
> gave the best of his measurement, and fired 7 quick shots into the
> wall of the shack.  He heard a muffled yell and then silence.
> Complete silence.
> 
> 
> 
> This time he was less careful.  This time he would be bold.  He rushed
> the door, found the killer slumped, and turned him over.  He was
> dead.  He pulled the mask from off his face and looked at the killer.
> The one who had finally demanded One Trillion Universal credits to
> stop killing.  Yes, it was a demon.  An ancient demon.  One of the
> fallen Oraphim of Infinity who had joined Satan.  Daxran, a cold
> heartless bastard.  Saruviel recognized his profile.  But he was dead
> now.  Dead and gone.  Off to Sheol were so many of his fallen brothers
> and sisters now also remained.  Dead and gone.
> 
> 
> 
> It had been a nightmare of a case, but it was over.  And calling in
> the medics for the downed officers, Saruviel wiped the sweat from his
> forehead.  Serving God was tough work.  Bloody hard and life
> endangering work.  But it was life, in the end.  It was life.  Do it
> God�s way, as Ambriel and Michael kept reminding him and, when all the
> pretenders have come and gone, you will be left standing.  And that
> much was true to Seraphim Saruviel of the Realm of Eternity.
> 
> 
> 
> The End
> 
> 
> 
> 
> 
> Michael � Dungeons and Dragons
> 
> 
> 
> 35,999 SC
> 
> 
> 
> Michael examined the bullet wound.  It was from a gun he did not know
> of.  That much he was certain of.  But, heck, it was a bloody large
> universe and there were all sorts of firearms out there.  Of course it
> didn�t make his job any easier.  In no way easier at all.  Stationed
> on New Mercury for the last 307 years, God had provoked him to
> action.  Saruviel had been acting responsibly.  Taking on man�s work.
> Risking his life for others � doing the real hard work in protecting
> society.  Michael had no choice but to take it on as well.  In fact,
> God had been expecting it of him for a while.
> 
> 
> 
> �It is all about Dungeons and Dragons, Michael.  All about Dungeons
> and Dragons�  �The game, you mean?�  Scaradel of the Cherubim of
> Eternity smiled at him.  �Not quite that obvious, bro.  We have a
> dragon on the loose.  Of that much I am certain.  And from a recent
> report from Televon, it looks as if the Dragon�s are busy at the
> moment.  Quite busy.  Saruviel has had his hands full.  Daxran had
> turned evil again.  Killed 9 people, before Saruviel managed to top
> him.  And now it looks as if the Dragon�s have chosen New Mercury for
> their next killing spree.�  Michael nodded.  That was not unlike the
> underworld.  That was not unlike them at all.  �And the dungeons?  How
> does that figure in?�  Scaradel smiled.  He had been a cop on New
> Mercury for a while now.  He knew a thing or to.�  The bullet hole.  I
> know the bullet.  It is from a Santron gun � a rare make.  I have come
> across one before in my time.  And it was used by a Dragon.  The thing
> is the Dragon�s store their guns in Dungeons, along with the rest of
> their supplies.  Call it ancient tradition, but Dungeons suit
> dragons.  They think it is cool.�  Michael nodded.  That much sounded
> true.  �So what do we do next?�  Scaradel grinned.  �I thought that
> would be obvious?  I mean, there are only so many dungeons on New
> Mercury.  While the super cities go upwards forever, the planet base
> is quite small and fits only so many dungeons.  So we go adventuring,
> Michael.  Oh, and bring your sword and shield.  We will need them.�
> Michael grinned.  He liked a good adventure.
> 
> 
> 
> *   *   *   *   *
> 
> 
> 
> This particular dragon was Reznak.  Another of the Oraphim once in
> league with Satan and the Saruvim.  And Reznak, while not as smart as
> Daxran, was just as deadly.  The thrill of the chase was one thing,
> but when they had cornered him in his lair on the outskirts of
> Valluna, New Mercury�s second biggest city, they entered the dungeon
> of dread with great care.  Funnily enough, Michael had his sword.  A
> short dagger belted to his waste.  And, of course, he carried his cops
> shield.  He really was a fighting warrior.
> 
> 
> 
> A hideous laugh greeted them in the lair.  �I see you,� said a voice
> over the intercom.  �Are you ready?  Lets play.�  A grenade was then
> thrown, just landing in front of them.  Michael and Scaradel jumped to
> the side just in time as it exploded, spreading shrapnel form a parked
> jeep everywhere.  Some of it hit Michael�s legs, and the pain shocked
> him.  But he would heal.  He always did.  Michael signalled for
> Scaradel to take one side of the lair.  And he, having spotted the
> walkway up above, silently climbed a ladder to overlook the
> situation.  He positioned himself halfway along the cave wall and
> waited.  Silently he waited.  He noticed Scaradel gradually moving
> through the maze of vehicles and equipment when Reznak jumped him,
> shooting him in the shoulder.  Michael was quick.  With one clear shot
> he took it and marked Reznak in the centre of his chest, the dragon
> collapsing instantly.�
> 
> 
> 
> He scurried down and carefully approached.  Scaradel was breathing
> hard, but motioned him to check on Reznak.  Michael looked at the
> fallen figure, and presumed him dead.  But as he was about to move the
> body Reznak jumped at him and plunged a dagger into his side.  The
> pain sent shudders through his body.  It was agonizing.  Totally
> agonizing.  But despite the worst pain of his life, he held the dagger
> in place, grabbed his own with his right hand, and plunged it into
> Reznaks back.  Reznak screamed, looked dreadingly into Michael�s eyes
> for one last fleeting moment, and collapsed dead on the ground.
> 
> 
> 
> Later on that week Michael had been released early from hospital.  He
> had healed, to a degree, and could get back on his feet.  But the
> flesh would take some time to repair properly.  And then a scar for a
> few hundred years.  Something to write home to Elenniel about, he
> thought.
> 
> 
> 
> He felt, then, in those few weeks, like a man.  Perhaps it was
> bravado.  Perhaps it was dumb courage.  But in putting his life on the
> line and paying a price for it he felt as if perhaps, just perhaps, he
> was making his father proud of him.  And it felt good in its dumb
> manly way.  It actually felt alright.
> 
> 
> 
> The End
> 
> 
> 
> 
> 
> Daniel � At Arm�s Length
> 
> 
> 
> 36,002 SC
> 
> 
> 
> �Just who the hell do you think you are Rothchild?  Supercop?�
> �Worse.  I�m his brother.�  The Dragon Jandox spat in the face of
> Daniel Rothchild, the Seraphim Daniel, laughing all the time.  �Take
> him away,� said Daniel to the lieutenant in charge in the Bronx
> station on New York city on the planet New Terra.
> 
> 
> 
> Daniel sat in his office that afternoon, brooding.  It had not really
> been a big deal to him when God had asked Michael to take on a cop�s
> job.  That hadn�t bothered him personally.  �Better him than me,�
> Daniel had thought.  And then God had asked both him and his brother
> David � Ambriel � to likewise take on the work.  Daniel worked in the
> Bronx while David was uptown in New Jersey.  And while David had
> gained the reputation of �Supercop�, it was Daniel who was generally
> more despised by the Dragon�s.  They hated Daniel Rothchild �
> absolutely hated him.  And knowing he was at the top of a number of
> hit lists didn�t make him sleep any better at night.
> 
> 
> 
> The war was going hard now.  The new war with the Dragon�s.  They had,
> once again, rebelled.  But this time it was serious.  Murder had been
> their tactic and as such, with a full on head of Israelite Torah,
> Saruviel and Michael had responded to the Dragon�s war.  It was death,
> now.  Complete death.  The Dragon�s knew they would not survive this
> war if unvictorious.  Both sides knew that.  The death penalty as the
> ultimate act had been regrettably authorized by about 20 of the inner
> circle of planetary systems.  But to curb the new scourge of the
> Dragon�s war they had little choice.  It was the most viscious the
> Dragon�s had ever become, and people worried now.  They worried about
> their lives and what could happen to their families.  And so God had
> chosen the Seraphim and various Cherubim to deal with the issue.  It
> was time for them to earn their money.
> 
> 
> 
> Daniel was not enjoying this war.  3 Seraphim of eternity had died.  3
> of his precious brothers killed by the Dragon�s.  Surafel had been
> killed in 36,000, now resting in Sheol.  And then Talzudiel followed
> by Adruel.  Some of the most respected of all of God�s angelic
> children.  Slaughtered at the hands of the Dragon�s of Darkness.  But
> the Angel�s had been keeping score.  They knew each dragon � the knew
> them all.  1,723 dedicated rebels in Satan�s key attacks from the
> final confrontation at Zaphon.  Nearly all of the Oraphim of
> Infinity.  Of course, they had humans in their ranks.  Probably many.
> But the angels knew once the Dragon�s were disposed of their job would
> be easier.  Much easier.  And they had eliminated 327 of them so far �
> all dead.  All dead and gone.  Apart from the 3 Seraphim, about 70
> Cherubim officers had also been killed by the Dragon�s.  And their
> losses had been greatly lamented.  But such was life David kept
> telling him.  And such was death Daniel thought to himself.
> 
> 
> 
> Tonight was a key night in their campaign.  They had leads � important
> leads as to the location of 7 key dragons, on the outskirts of
> Boston.  They would strike tonight and, with a bit of luck, soon have
> to deal with 7 less of their most dreaded opponents.
> 
> 
> 
> *   *   *   *   *
> 
> 
> 
> Meludiel, stitching up the wound, smiled at her hero.  She was
> pleased.  Very pleased.  �You did well, hon.  Very well.  I am proud
> of you,� she said, leaning forward and kissing his forehead.  6
> Dragons now dead, 4 of them by Daniel�s own hand, and the other in
> custody.  And now his girlfriend was kissing him and stitching up the
> hole in his arm were the bullet had gone through.  They had been close
> like this now for the past 3,000 or so years.  Not married.  Not
> married yet and, perhaps never.  �Supercop�, she reminded him.
> �Probably won�t marry you because of Supercop.�  But Daniel didn�t
> mind, in the end.  It was an age long triangle.  Well understood now.
> She would go back to him one day.  He didn�t really doubt that.  But
> she was with him for now.  And they were tight as a unit, lovers and
> the best of friends.  And with his arm being stitched up, thinking how
> lucky he had been that night, he was just glad he had someone to share
> his ordeals with.  Someone to care for.
> 
> 
> 
> He had kept Meludiel at arm�s length recently.  But for a reason.  He
> feared his own death.  But keeping her at arm�s length Daniel knew
> something was still true.  Like David might say.  If you love her you
> have to do the opposite.  You have to hug her and kiss her.  �Keep the
> bloody dragon�s at arm�s length, Dan.  Not Mel.�  And Daniel had acted
> on those words, acknowledging them and drawing even closer to his
> sister.  It could kill him, this war with hell, but he was not dead
> yet.  And in the end if he did perish then keeping his beloved at
> arm�s length in his final days was the last thing he wanted to do.
> How would that end a life?  How would that be glory?  And so, as the
> war with the Dragon�s continued Daniel drew ever closer to his sister
> and prayed to God that somehow he would come through alive.  All he
> could do, in the end, was pray and trust.  It was simply in the hands
> of God.
> 
> 
> 
> The End
> 
> 
> 
> 
> 
> Ambriel � Supercop
> 
> 
> 
> 36,002 SC
> 
> 
> 
> The bullet had just missed his head.  But Supercop, as always, kept
> his cool.  His cool demeanour, known by everyone, earning him the tag
> Supercop.  Mild mannered David Rothchild, they all called him.  And he
> chuckled at the comment.  He peered out over the car, noticing were
> the Dragon was stationed.  It was down to them two, stuck in a
> Dragon�s lair, fighting for his life.  But Supercop, so all the
> Dragon�s knew, was practically invincible.  Always a trick up his
> sleeve.  He undid his coat, and let his wings come loose.  He would
> use flight, right now.  A tactic seldom employed by any of the angels,
> almost as a tribute of honour towards their human cop counterparts.
> But they did fly, occasionally.  When the situation warranted it.
> 
> 
> 
> He flew to the edge of the lair, over on the right hand side.  And
> then he pulled out a small smoke bomb and hurled it in the direction
> he knew the Dragon was waiting.  And then, flying around the Dragon,
> doing a loop to his opposite side, the smoke started clearing and
> Supercop was behind him.  He landed, tapped him on the shoulder, and
> the Dragon turned.  He was about to go for his gun and blow David away
> when David let out a quick punch right between the eyes, and the
> Dragon fell to the ground.
> 
> �Well done Supercop,� David said to himself.
> 
> 
> 
> *   *   *   *   *
> 
> 
> 
> They�d had a good few weeks.  119 Dragons arrested in the local area,
> all awaiting the fateful day on death row.  It was gruesome business
> Ambriel thought to himself, sentencing a soul to Sheol.  But such was
> the penalty.  An ancient Noahide law he had known once, and part of
> his own Israelite Torah as well.  And he understood why.  He
> understood that if they let the Dragon�s, once they had killed, get
> away � well then they would never stop killing.  And bloodshed
> required vengeance.  That was God�s holy law.
> 
> 
> 
> He thought of the war with Dragon�s this past few years.  It had made
> him strong.  So much stronger than he had ever been.  For he had
> confronted fears greater than he had ever known.  The fears of very
> death itself.  But, like his brother Daniel, he had remained calm
> under pressure.  He took the job seriously, applying his knowledge and
> skill as best he could.  And, from all the commendations, New Jersey
> was eternally grateful.  And he knew he was doing the right thing
> because of it.
> 
> 
> 
> He thought on his current girlfriend.  A cherubim from eternity who he
> had been his first real romance after Meludiel.  She was really one of
> his closest confidantes and she understood when Meludiel was around to
> make herself scarce.  But David loved her anyway.  She was a friend
> when he needed her to be there, and as much as he once hated to
> acknowledge the point, actually having a break from Meludiel from time
> to time, despite his enormous love for her, actually seemed to make
> sense.  You just couldn�t, in the end, be surrounded by the same
> person indefinitely.  It just couldn�t work.  You needed time apart.
> To see other people, to make other friends, to have other lovers.  And
> while Ambriel prized fidelity perhaps higher than any other soul, it
> was the wisdom his brother Valandriel so often expressed which seemed
> to remain the very truth in the real world.  �Such is life,� God said
> to him once on the subject.  �Rules guide us, dear son.  But reality
> will always have its say.�  And that consoled Ambriel somewhat.
> 
> 
> 
> It was hard work, now, in the life of David Rothchild.  The hardest he
> had been involved with.  The war with the Dragon�s kept him up at
> nights.  But looking into the eternal destiny before him he seemed to
> instinctively understand that God would not have it any other way.
> Really, in the end, he would have it no other way.
> 
> 
> 
> 
> 
> The End
>