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The role of the faithkeeper, who is occupying an acknowledged role among the people of her tribe, respectable position in her society, that is, is to put people (back) into a position of ease, (true) peace (that is not troubling at all on heart), and no un-necessary fear, in times of great distress, or earthquakes, or unexpected events, or disease, or the Man-made view of the world as a 'fight-or-flee' place - ah, yes, stress. A related idea that coming to mind is the 'wounded healer'. 'shaman', if you want to narrow your search, if you want to use or explore a - what they call it - a marvel of steel, plastic, glass, minerals, so-called 'fossils' - for without G!D, nothing that is made is made, hm, you'll know when G!D lets you know. And I am not above G!D, whom I fear greatly in awe; He is greater than I, for sure! (story of faithkeeper came from a book that G!D brought me before: 'Mister Everit... what I learnt from the richest man in the world' or title such like.) so, the richest man in the world learnt how to do business from a book that he had read. the book was titled 'Good lemonade'. Fine, yes, I'll tell you the story in the book that is in a book. 'Good lemonade'. Once upon a time, a boy wanted many times, things that he laid his eyes upon, as was usual with people. It's lovely in a way, how people have desires, definitely not to judge, nor to condemn people for having desires like that. (who doesn't?) And then, he discovered one day that he had lemonade-material, so he wanted to buy a comic book. He thought, to himself, humming, drumming his fingers on a block of plastic, 'Ah, if I sell lemonade, I will be in possession, if I am lucky, of enough honey, which I can use to buy a comic book as my heart wishes, like picking a Tarot card, you know.' For the people of the village that he lived in valued honey very much, and made gestures of appreciation in units of honey. (he may or may not be a bear, and the people of that village may or may not be a bear) So, he set up a stall, which ah- airily he did, with materials that he had from his possessions, and made lemonade from the lemonade-material that he had discovered, and waited. And waited. One or two people came to his stall, then more, and more. And he had more honey than he ever had in his life. So he got his comic book, giving honey-units in exchange for it. Then he realised something. (for he wanted to have more honey-units. What's the saying, or cultural myth: 'a plant that has tasted blood grows blood-thirsty - can be a little scary, yes - begins to hunger and thirst for regular drops of blood instead of water that it had been fed on') so, aw, he wanted honey-units, when he got comic-book - had comic-book. Then, yes, he realised something, the people who had visited his lemonade stall did not return. They bought from him once, but never returned. He ah- could only wonder why. Then the news came to him that there ah- ow, how infuriating for him - there was another lemonade seller in the same village as he. And exasperatingly, in a way that turned him green with envy, he unhappily observed that people returned to the new stall for seconds, and thirds, after their first visit. He had had enough! He went to the new lemonade stall, and queued up himself, and tried the lemonade that people returned to the new stall for. Then he saw that the lemonade was good. Very good. Very very good. So good, that he wanted to return for seconds. (and thirds) Oh, then he remembered his stall, and he went back to it. Then he added sugar and spice to his lemonade - and sometimes served it with a stick of cinnamon on the side, too. Sugar, spice, and everything nice that he had. And when he opened his stall again, he saw that people returned for seconds and thirds and fourths even, wow, they kept returning so often, he stopped counting sometimes. Returning to buy his lemonade after they already had one. This is the story of 'Good lemonade', which is based off a story that appeared in a book entitled something like 'Mister Everit: what I learnt from the richest man in the world' |
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README.md
Dedicated to the G!D of Abraham and the prophets, Almighty Creator, for as long as He will let His servant like myself, (G!D knows where and who His other servants are, and I do not know) glorify Him, who is unseen and is not unmindful of your deeds. Glory be to He who is Sovereign over the Here-after
What makes an altar sacred? Is it the altar? Or is it the temple that makes the altar sacred?
'Truly, truly, I tell you,' Jesus, son of Mary said, 'the servant is not above the master. And the student is not above the teacher. And the messenger is not above the one who sends the message. But a fully-trained student will be like the teacher.' (as written in Scripture)
Blessed is He who hath given His people rest. (For as Scriptures have on record, we are being killed every day, like lambs to the slaughter). May all nations come to know that our lord is G!D; that there is no other lord other than G!D; that there is no other god other than G!D
Jesus left the temple and was walking away when his disciples came up to him to call his attention to its buildings. 2 “Do you see all these things?” he asked. “Truly I tell you, not one stone here will be left on another; every one will be thrown down.”
page, at http://phtan.github.io/, which you may go, if G!D is willing