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Recorded from a personal address on 24 April 2005 (Gregorian),
17 Beth 55 (of Philadelphia), my daughter's forty-fifth birth
anniversary: peace be to you.
By Holshijo to Ezra, the master imprisoned, a fifth address: A brilliance arises in a tall place which witnesses Jesubah's ocean. It is a man with his women. Together they become a master to light the world. They are summoned, but the women are not faithful; how rare is fidelity. The Master of the Tower is too youthful. You must direct to him this letter in every language. Publish it for him to discover and for his sister-brides to discover. Together they shall decide. For your part, with your beloved, you must retire to the forested mountain amid brooks of water where the land burns. Fail to tabulate your years. Fail to cover your feet. A wind blows seeking you. From an aged master to the young: Light of the World: your wickedness is know to us. The energy of your goodness shepherds the cataclysmic realignment. Before you contemplate actions, learn every good thing. Respond with temperance. Keep the odor of woman upon you. Proceed to the places you prefer taking fewer than seventy. Safety you will not find, but the benefit is for human kind. Make your sacrifices of warm new bread and reddened oil, first fruits and copper coins. Keep yourselves washed. Impose submission upon your women. Mark each with a copper anklet. Do not engage in conflict, rather cultivate survival. That is what you must succeed at doing. Stay clear of ships. Stay clear of oceans. From a small place, like a blastocyst, from your women a clan descends. Bless those who must be survive as each master has been obligated to do. Reality is not a fixed substance delimited by physics. Like ether, the masters model it wisely, whimsically and well. Ostracize the warriors. They are an enemy of goodness. Shun shame. Union is goodness. Peace be to you. Peace be upon the place where you are.
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