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Synopsis for a film [Sep. 8th, 2006|01:56 pm]
[mood | contemplative]

CHILDREN OF FREEDOM


Synopsis for a film

Prologue: Paris 1212* …
Over 100 years of crusades have left Europe bleeding with poverty and depression. From these dark times emerges a new leader, giving hope and purpose to the children of France. The leader is Stephen of Cloyes, a 12-year-old orphan. Armed with nothing but their faith and innocence, thousands follow him on a CHILDREN’S CRUSADE – a long march from Paris to Jerusalem. They believe that, from the Holy City of Jerusalem, they will heal the world, and that with such pure intentions, no army will dare oppose them. Upon reaching the Port of Marseilles, the children are tricked and betrayed by the evil William Porcus. He charms the children, offering free passage on his cargo ships to the Holy Land, only to kidnap and sell them to Arab slave merchants. Stephen himself is lost at sea, and the children are sold and dispersed over the Arab world, doomed to a life of slavery and bondage.

800 years later: Los Angeles 2012 …
12-year-old Manuel Ortega is the leader of a gang of orphan children, who live on the rooftops of East LA and steal for a living. Manuel is the spitting image of Stephen of Cloyes, except now he is less holy, more agile and streetwise. Daniel Stone, a Jewish orphan, joins the gang and things start to change. Manuel and Daniel become best of friends, and together they start a revolutionary movement – the CHILDREN OF FREEDOM. Thousands of homeless children gather around Manuel to listen to the new gospel. After much preparation, they quietly march away from society as they know it, to build a new civilization. Hidden away from the rest of the world in the Mexican jungles, with Manuel as undisputed leader and Daniel as his chief architect, they build a city of unsurpassed beauty. Houses are perched on the treetops, there is complete harmony with the local wildlife, and food is in abundance. Within a few years, the City of Free Children thrives, as the children grow both physically and spiritually into enlightened beings. By now, some are even having children of their own.

In the meantime, the USA has gained control over the entire American continent, North and South. The president and his ministers have learned of a new religious cult growing in the jungles of Central America, and decide to put an end to it. A military force is sent to capture the children and bring them into custody. However, the adult soldiers, upon seeing the happy free children and their wonderful city, are overcome with feelings of love and compassion, and forsake their orders. After failing in the first round, the government negotiates a peace treaty with the children. They may continue to live in freedom, on one condition. An ambassador, on behalf of the government, is to live among them.

The ambassador, now named Mathew Messina, is none other than William Porcus the Betrayer. From the start, Messina sows the seeds of discontent and separation among the children, carefully studying their customs and weaknesses. Learning of an upcoming holiday, in which the children all leave the city for three days and three nights to celebrate their independence, Messina radios his superiors, who decide to take advantage of the situation, and bomb the city while the children are away. With their city destroyed, the children will be easily subdued. Messina’s obsessive hatred of Manuel, however, gets the best of him, and he attacks Manuel only one day before the inevitable disaster. In the fight, Manuel is mortally wounded, but Messina is blinded for life. Before he dies, Manuel asks Daniel to lead the children to safety and look after his wife and unborn son.

Under Daniel’s leadership, the children are instructed to do the hardest thing of all - leave the city for good. They will scatter around the world, quietly blending back into human society in their new countries, and start sharing their knowledge with the rest of the world. Daniel promises that one day there will be a great call for a new gathering.

Epilogue: Several years later …
Daniel Stone and his “son” Immanuel march into the Old City of Jerusalem. Zooming out, we see MILLIONS of children of all races and colours swarming into the Holy City.

THE END


*The account of Stephen of Cloyes and the Children’s Crusade of year 1212 is based on a true historic event.


Copyright © 2000-2006 by Joseph Musael
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Dear Angel [Sep. 3rd, 2006|11:21 am]
[Current Location |Australia]
[mood | touched]

A wise old man once told me, that if your soul is unrefined, a moment of greatness can destroy a man. The thought that I will never see you again, can destroy me if I let it. When you told me that there will be nothing between us, my heart stopped beating, and then beat faster than I can ever remember. For 5 hours I was struggling for air. I had to force myself to breath. Then I had to force myself into the shower. Then I had to force myself to eat. Then I had to force myself to go to work. At work I was more focused than ever before, but my inside was killing me. A million soldiers were getting ready for battle in my stomach. I gave them my orders to stand back and like good soldiers they complied, but I could feel that they wanted to fight. My eyes were coming out of their holes, but I forced them to concentrate on the task at hand. They tried to rebel but my will was stronger. For three days and three nights I hardly slept. I was writing like crazy, my project, my film, another chapter in my biography. Things were changing inside of me. Realization and finally acceptance.

OK. Now, let's be rational for a moment...

I knew you for only two weeks. I think that says it all. In those two weeks, I was flying with thoughts of amazing possible futures. I was feeling stronger than ever, but it was only two weeks. My stomach was turning, my smile was taking over, I was falling inlove, but . . .
Only two weeks, out of a vast lifetime of 34 years, full of adventure and soul refining. So, I gotta put things into perspective, painful as it may be. I must be rational. I must put things into their right place.

Though I told myself to cut my losses and forget about you, I find myself thinking of you almost every day. Whenever I am alone, I think of you. The thought of you challenges me. Makes me want to redefine and reinvent myself. Makes me want to be a better person. More wholesome. More worthy of all of the great things this life has to offer. I wish I was with you now. Just you and me. I wish we could once more stare into each other's eyes. I wish I could tell you what it is that I saw in you. I thought: "Here is a girl who can MOVE MOUNTAINS, if only she could overcome her ego. Converting to Judaism may teach you the one human virtue that Judaism prizes more than others - HUMILITY. Here is a girl not perfect, but worthy of me. We can learn so much from each other. Together, we can change the world as we know it". Other women want to tame me, but you, you could change the world with me. I wish I could reveal my plans to you. I wish I could share with you what I have seen. I wish you were here, filling my home with your beauty and grace. I wish that Friday night we sat in the Grand National Bar could last forever. I miss your laughter. I miss your body, your smell. Wow, what a smell. Being with you was one of the greatest things that ever happened to me. You said we could be fuck-buddies, but I can't be put into a box, even a box as sweet as that. I wish things could be different. Maybe the time was wrong, but it doesn't matter anymore.

I write my thoughts, but they are only thoughts. Sporadic. Random. Chaotic. After the last time I saw you, I swam in the ocean in Gordon's Bay, and washed your smell off me. Only the momory of what your smell made me feel stays with me. Soon that will go. Soon these memories will be buried under lock and keep, and will disturb me no longer.

Angel...

I will never forget you for as long as I live.
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Tired [Aug. 31st, 2006|12:45 am]
I don't know why I feel so tired today.
I'm going through so much now.
Starting a new business, beibng without a woman.
It hurts to feel the necessity that I feel.
I am a writer who has never written a masterpiece.
I am a lover who has never had true love.
I find it hard to do the things I need to do.
Fear is taking control of my actions.
I am slowly lifting a curse from myself.
give me the money I say to God.
Where's the fucking money.
Why do I need it so much.
What happened to me.
I think I need
To sleep
...
..
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.
.
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Ideas and Integrities [Aug. 28th, 2006|06:15 pm]
[Current Location |Sydney, Australia]
[mood |awake]

Where my life currently stands:

I still have much enthusiasm about things, but gone is the euphoria that used to characterize me.

I have reached the point where:
* I know what my true goals are
* I know which are the things that promote my goals
* I know which are the things that divert me from my goals
* I am spending less and less time on diversions
* I am spending more and more time an achievement
* I have realized that if I do not give my vision to the world
    then my life is a wasted one

To sustain myself financially:
* I have moved into a new appartment by myself
    walking distance from the CBD
* I have started my own business a month ago
* I have set up an office at home
* I have already secured my first client and am
    close to securing a second one
* I am making sure that this new business does
    not consume all of my energy

To achieve my global plans:
* I have finished writing the synopsis for my film
* I have found a title for it: CHILDREN OF FREEDOM
* I have cleared my mind of any doubt that this is
    my destiny
* I have started to prepare a list of anyone in the
    world who can help me
* I have begun to transfer the whole project from
    my paper notebooks to my computer

Plans for the immediate future:
* Build a professional homepage for my business
* Completely finish an edited shooting script of the
    first 20 minutes of my movie
* Get last year's tax return sorted out
* Prepare my house for my sister's arrival

It is imperative that, for the first time in my life,
I remain focused on the tasks at hand. This may well
be the last chance I have in this lifetime to make my
mark.
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It's ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL Happening !!! [Jul. 21st, 2005|11:59 am]
[mood | peaceful]

Here we are, a little over 5 months since my flight from Israel.
Sometimes I feel like FEANOR after the Flight of the Noldorrim.
I have had a lot of ups and downs since, but here are the current
Australian affairs in a nutshell . . .

I am no longer a cosmetics salesman. I got a job in my profession.
I am a technical writer for a company called CPA Solutions. They're
the Australian subsidiary of an international British company, who
are the biggest providers of software solutions for Intellectual Property.

http://www.cpasoftwaresolutions.com - This link is to their Web-site.
Intellectual Property is a legal term pertaining to Patents, Trademarks
and Copyrights. On the same day I got the job for CPA, I also closed
the deal on a house in Avalon Beach. It is a studio-yurt apartment on
somebody else's property - an elderly couple named Stuart and Dawn
Burns - they built a wooden Yurt on their estate and rent it out for 200$
(Australian dollars of course) per week, and this includes all the bills.
Basically it looks like a round wooden hut surrounded by a jungle with
my own little enclosed garden in front. The job, after taxes, will pay me
800$ per week, so I can definitely afford this place. The one thing only
is that it will take me an hour to get to work in the morning, because I
will be working in the HEART of Sydney's CBD, and Avalon is stuck on
a REMOTE peninsula in the upper-northern reaches of Sydney. I would
have to cross the Sydney Harbour Bridge every day. But, here is the
way I see it. I will be working in the chaotic pumping heart of Sydney
EVERY working day of the week for 8.5 hours (including lunch breaks)
and after this, I will be ascending to the most BEAUTIFUL location in
the area. It is - for lack of another word - PARADISE. So, I will every
day be climbing up and down JACOB'S LADDER - just as an ANGEL
should. The peacefulness and serenity and divinity of a natural life in
Avalon will give me the strength to deal with the chaos and mayhem
of Sydney's industrious hustle and bustle. I live 5 minutes walking
distance from the shops/cafes/beach and 2 minutes walking distance
from the ANGOPHORA RESERVE - a natural Australian indigenous
jungle reserve filled with millions of Parrots, Possums and Koalas in
thousands of different colours. There is a KOOKABURRA bird living
on a perch 2 meters out of my window, which Dawn Burns told me
he will surely wake me up EVERY morning at 06:30am sharp with
his laughter. I will NEVER be late for work again. The Kookaburra

(http://www.honoluluzoo.org/kookaburra.htm) - AKA The Laughing
Bird Of Australia - is of the Kingfisher family, but unlike all others
he hunts for his food, lizards/insects/worms, in the forest. The link
above has a sample of Kookaburra laughter sound. The Angophora
Reserve is a forest containing the OLDEST LIVING Angophora tree
in the world - the classic Australian EUCALYPTUS Gum Tree -

http://www.cruising-broken-bay.com/parks_broken_bay_pittwater_cowan.html
Follow the link above. You will see on the map in the HEART of the
peninsula a little heart-shaped line (link) where it says Angophora
Reserve. That is the peninsula I was talking about. I will be between
the reserve and Avalon Beach, which is directly on the right. This
Peninsula, by the way, contains other neighbourhoods, such as
Bilgola Beach, Whale Beach, Palm Beach and Newport. Craig -
a good friend of mine - lives in Newport with his partner Marrianne
and her two daughters. Whale Beach is where Australian Greeinies
go to take pictures of whales and dolphins, which can be seen from
the beach almost EVERY day. The following is a picture of it:

As for my plans for the future . . .
I've made investigations into the local film industry and film schools.
There are some amazing schools in Sydney. The best one is NIDA.

It is the place where Sam Neil, Nichole Kiddman, Mel Gibson, Hugh
Jackman, Jeffrey Rush, and Russel Crowe learned to be actors. It is
one of the top 3 schools in the world for performing arts, right up with
schools such as Julliard in NY. It is located in the University of NSW.
The following link is to their Playwrights Studio evening course page -
http://www.nida.unsw.edu.au/short_courses/Playwrights_Studio.html

So as you can see . . .
It's ALL Happening, yes . . .

It's ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL Happening !!!

Love.

Sefi.
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!!! THE ROOT OF THE POISON !!! [Jul. 1st, 2005|10:31 am]
[mood | pensive]

This is how it works . . .

We decide to focus our attention and thoughts on a DISEASE
that plagues human society. We think to ourselves, if we
study this disease long enough, maybe take a closer look,
we will discover... THE ROOT OF THE POISON!



Many years go by...

By now, we have, unknowingly, slowly become infected with
this disease, and yet... We have still not discovered the
ROOT of the poison. Then, one day, if we are lucky enough
to experience A MOMENT OF CLARITY... we suddenly realize,
that we have become EVERYTHING that we HATE!!! Shocked
at this realization, we IMMEDIATELY start to change.

Change is HARD.

More years go by...

We are now right back where we started. We stop a moment,
look back at the long journey, and remember the
disease that led us down that path, oh yes...
THE ROOT OF THE POISON...
We have NOT found it yet...
Maybe throughout that long journey, we stumbled across it
and did not notice it...
In our memory, retracing our steps...
THERE WE WILL FIND THE ANSWER
WHAT WE ARE SEEKING IS HIDING THERE
We sit down on a tree stump and ponder on it some more...

More time goes by...

NO... The answer is not there...

Have all of these years gone by . . . FOR NOTHING ???
HAS ALL OF MY SUFFERING BEEN . . . FOR NOTHING ???
??? IN VAIN ???

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES
(one YES for each year that went by...)

You LET GO!
You wash your hands clean of it all...
You abandon the WHOLE issue and MOVE ON with your life.

Then . . .
ONE DAY (a few more years have gone by) . . .

Without even searching for it...
You stumble on to the answer,
and the TRUTH is even more shocking than the LIE...

The ROOT OF THE POISON is IRRELEVANT
The poison HAS NO ROOT
The only thing that gives life to the poison...
is it clinging on to the root of something that
DOES have a root, something ALIVE, something like...
!!! YOU !!!
The poison starts from NOWHERE and goes to NOWHERE
it is pointless... it is...
POINTLESSNESS
Poison is the epitome of everything that has NO PURPOSE
Poison is... UNNECESSARY
It is unnecessary to experience it...
it is unnecessary to even think of it...

If you strive for a HIGHER PURPOSE, then diseases
and poisons are just an obstacle you must jump over
or circumvent.
They are a distraction, but if you KNOW you have
a DESTINY, then they do not distract you for long.

So...

I don't write often, but..

When I do... I DO.

Love,

Sefi.
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The Revolution Will Not Be Televised [Feb. 10th, 2005|04:45 pm]
[mood | impressed]


Gil Scott Herin’s work Small Talk at 125 th presents an interesting case study for how text as performance and text as writing change an audience’s perception of a work.

Before Herin envisioned the poems you see here as written objects, he envisioned them as performance pieces. 14 of the poems from the text of Small talk at 125 th and Lenox were first performed on a record by the same name for RCA. How exactly does the work change, or more importantly how do these two different presentations of the same material change the reader’s relationship to, and interpretation of the work.

This site brings together a facsimile of the original text, the original audio files, and presents them in a multimedia environment to allow you to explore these concepts for yourselves.

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Battle of Sorcerers [Nov. 16th, 2004|12:15 am]

Traveling with my sister Tamar to the village of Girona in Spain,
we wandered the streets before the sunset, and looked for a place
to stay. The day was almost out, and nobody would offer us shelter
for the night.

"This is a STRANGE place!", said Tamar.
"Nobody here is happy to see strangers from another land walk into
their town."

I nodded in agreement. I also noticed that no children had come to
greet us as they did in every other town and village we visited.
Then, just as that last bit of sun sunk beyond the horizon, a young
man in his late twenties, walked towards us, stared for a moment,
and said:

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I am Joseph and this is my sister Tamar. We are from Israel,
and we are here because our ancestors lived here for a thousand
years." I answered quickly and added, "We were hoping for someone
to offer us shelter for the night. All we require is a rooftop and
walls. We have our own food and would not impose anything more
on you."

Surprised at my answer, the man said:
"My name is Roderigo. I would offer you my hospitality, but my
wife, Mercedes, is about to give birth any moment now, and ..."
He started to cry uncontrollably.

Tamar lay her hand on his brow and said:
"I have delivered babies before and my brother has healed many
people. We will help you and your wife deliver a healthy baby."

"That's not it", said Roderigo. "You don't understand..."

"What is it, Roderigo? Tell us", Tamar asked.

"Okey..." said Roderigo, "Let's get indoors first, and I will
tell you everything. I still don't think that it is good for
you to be here, but... I am too weak to argue with you."

"Come on, you two!", he rushed us to follow him to his home.

We left the outskirts of the village, and walked through a few
fields. By now it was getting very dark. Roderigo was dressed
in white clothes, so it was easy for us to follow him.

"Damn it, Sefi!" whispered Tamar as we were following Roderigo,
"Why do you always have to play the part of the Angel in front
of these innocent villagers?"

"This time it's very serious, Tamar, I can feel it. Besides,
our ancestors did live in this place many years ago. What
better tribute can we pay to their memories, then to bring
goodness and Godliness to this dark place."

"Sefi, you have seriously got to get over this 'I AM JOSEPH'
shit of yours. It's gonna get you into serious shit one day.
I wish you would finally find a NORMAL girlfriend and settle
down and stop trying to save the world all the time. Sefi, I
just want you to be happy and content, you KNOW that."

"Nothing makes me happier than to see what an amazing woman
you are growing into, Tamar, now GET BACK INTO IT, we're
almost there."

"Sefi, you always know how to say the right thing to a woman.
Wow, this place is so quiet, I can't even hear any crickets."

"Tamar, for the next two days I want you to SHINE."

"OK, Sefi. You got it."

We arrived at a simple beautiful looking house in the middle
of a meadow. It was like something out of Little House in the
Prairie. Roderigo held the door open for us to come in. The
place was neatly furnished. Almost everything in the house,
including the furniture, was made out of wood. The house had
a living room, including a kitchen and dining table, and one
bedroom. Roderigo pointed at the door to the bedroom and said:

"My wife, Mercedes, and the midwife are in there. We gave her
a remedy that put her to sleep for a while, but she is due at
any moment. I found you two in the village right after I went
to the old church to pray for my wife and unborn child."

"What is it, Roderigo? TELL ME !!!" I said.

"My wife has given birth twice before, but both babies were
born DEAD. The second one breathed a few breaths and then died.
The poor baby died in my own hands moments after he was born..."

He started to cry again. Tamar couldn't help herself and hugged
Roderigo and said, "Don't worry, Roderigo, you are a good man,
and God never abandons men such as you. If we can do anything
to help, WE WILL.". Roderigo leaned his head on Tamar's shoulder
and breathed deeply and calmly as her warmth touched his soul.
After a minute or so, Roderigo went to open the door to the
bedroom. The midwife was sitting there holding Mercedes' hand.
Mercedes breathing rapidly in her sleep.

"She's alright for now, she'll wake up soon." said the midwife
"I think it's going to happen late tonight."

"What can you tell me about your wife? Is she a healthy woman?"
I asked.

"Mercedes was the only daughter of the Mayor of Girona."

"WAS?"

"Her father died, and was replaced by a new mayor. I don't like
the new mayor so much, but I don't care much. I didn't marry
Mercedes because of her father. I married her for LOVE. I love
her more than anything in the world, and only want for her to be
happy. She has always been healthy and cheerful. However . . .
After her father died, a sadness came over her like a sickness.
This sadness has made her weak. I never was a religious man, but
it looks like far more than sadness over her dead father. I have
started to believe that God may have cursed us."

Tamar came up to me in the bedroom and whispered "Hey Sefi Sefi"
anxiously.

"Yes, Tamar, I sense it too."

I looked at Roderigo and said "Roderigo, tonight your wife will
give birth to a healthy baby. I give you my word on this. But...
You will have to trust me and do everything that I say. Do you
trust me?"

"Yes I do, Joseph. Don't ask me why, but you and your beautiful
sister look like two angels that fell out of heaven to help us."

"I assure you, Roderigo, we are nothing more than a brother and
sister, and we are from Israel - a place FAR from heavenly."

I turned to the midwife and asked "Is there a river nearby?"

"Yes" she replied, "not a five minute walk down the trail."

"TAMAR, take her there, you KNOW what to do!"

Tamar took the midwife by the hand and they walked out of the
house.

"Roderigo, do you have a strong sack, like a sack of potatoes?"

"Yes, I do. In fact, I have a sack of potatoes."

"Good. Give it to me please."

Roderigo went to the kitchen and got a sack of potatoes.

"There are only about ten potatoes left." he said.

"We don't need them as much as we need the sack, but we will
use them too. After all, today is a happy day. Today is the
day you will become a father.", I said with a smile.

Roderigo did his best to smile, but he was still a little
afraid.

"I need you to put a pot on the stove. A big pot for soup"

Roderigo did it quickly without question. It seemed as though
these tasks I was laying on him were making him feel a little
better. After a few minutes, Tamar and the midwife came back
smelling clean from bathing in the river.

"OKAY Roderigo!" I said. "Now it's our turn, let's go!"

Roderigo followed me out of the house.

"Lead the way to the river" I said.

On the way, Roderigo asked me, "Why are we doing this, Joseph?"

"I believe you have fallen victim to evil works, my friend. If
we are all clean and pure, then the evil we face will have to
come to the surface and show itself, because evil cannot stand
purity, and NOTHING, Roderigo, purifies a man more than bathing
in a COLD river."

We got to the river. I took off my clothes and jumped in.
Ooooooh how it stung my skin and bones, that first encounter
with the coldness of the water. I stuck my head out of the water
and looked at Roderigo who was still dressed and frozen still.

"Make sure to take everything off, your wedding ring, your watch,
EVERYTHING!!!"

He complied silently. We both got out of the water, dressed, and
walked home together, without saying a word to each other the
whole way. WHen we got back home, Tamar and the midwife were in
the bedroom talking cheerfully. I gestured to Tamar to get up.

"Tamar, do you have your spices with you?"

"Yes of course."

"There are potatoes on the dining room table and a pot on the
stove. Would you prepare one of your wonderful soups for us?"

"With pleasure" She said. How she loves to cook that girl.

Half an hour later, the house was filled with the wonderful
smell of Tamar's potato soup. The sadness that we felt, when
we first entered the house, was gone. We all sat to eat at the
table, Me, Tamar, Roderigo and the midwife.

"Tamar" said Roderigo, "You are a wonderful cook. You must give
my wife this recipe when she is well."

"Thank you, I will."

I was washing the dishes when the midwife cried, "She's awake!"

I jumped into the room. Tamar was next to the open window. I
whispered into her ear "Tamar, when I give you a sign, close the
window and the door tight, okay?". She nodded.

Mercedes was waking up, and breathing heavily. I had no doubt,
she was almost ready to deliver. The remedy was taking away a
lot of her pain, but she was breathing in agony. After two hours
She let out a scream. The midwife said "I think it's almost here"

"TAMAR, NOW!!!" I said.

Tamar quickly closed the open window and shut the door tight.

"Tamar, use the rug to block the door!"

She understood, and folded the rug in such a way that it blocked
the crevice between the door and the floor. Just as the baby's
head peaked out, I jumped in front of the midwife with the sack.

A rat was standing there on the floor, inches away from the
infant's head. I quickly caught it with the sack and tied the
sack up. I rushed out of the house with the sack, into the field.
I grabbed a branch and started to beat the sack with it. I heard
shrieking and screeching sounds as I struck the sack. I kept on
beating it hard for a few minutes and jumped on it with all of my
weight and kicked it hard. Then, I untied the sack and left it in
the field. When I came back into the house, I could hear a baby's
crying. The midwife was handling the baby, Roderigo was crying
with joy and relief, and Tamar was sitting by Mercedes on the bed
and comforting her.

"Your daughter is the most beautiful baby girl I have ever seen"
She said to Mercedes, "and your husband is the kindest man we have
met in all of Spain."

Mercedes looked at me as I stepped into the room.
"Thank you, Joseph, for ALL you have done for us. My husband told me
everything. We prayed to God and he sent us you two."

"Congratulations!" I said, "May your daughter grow up to be a beautiful
lady like her mother."

I came over and kissed Tamar on the forehead. "Thank you", I whispered.

"Hey, Roderigo!!!" I said. "Pull yourself together, we HAVE to talk now.
OUTSIDE."

Roderigo followed me outside.

"I don't know what to say, Joseph. IF there is any way I could repay you."

"Roderigo, your hospitality is all the payment we need. Listen, up!!!
This is NOT over yet. Do you have any brothers and sisters?"

"I have another three brothers."

"Do you trust them?"

"I would trust them with my LIFE."

"Good, I want you to go to them NOW, and tell them to meet with us
tomorrow morning."

"What is it, Joseph?"

"I'm not sure, but if it's as bad as I think it is, I will need four
men by my side, four GOOD men. Do you still trust me, Roderigo?"

"You have made a believer out of me, Joseph." he said with a smile.

"Go to your brothers, NOW!"



..... to be continued...
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(no subject) [Nov. 1st, 2004|05:44 pm]
Stay tuned . . .
Coming soon . . .

A BATTLE OF SORCERES
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A letter for . . . YOU !!! [Oct. 28th, 2001|03:25 pm]
[mood | pensive]

What is it that we seek out of this life?
Is it something more than what is at hand?
How come so many people in this day and age
feel that they are . . . unaccomplished?
Why is life not turning into the wonderful
adventure that you always dreamed it would be?
What is it that you lack?

You lack the same thing everyone else does . . .

A HIGHER PURPOSE

Humans have an amazing and unrelenting
capacity for GOOD
The only thing they lack
is a LIGHT to follow
A GUIDING LIGHT
and that light is . . .

YOU
It always was YOU
YOU have always known this about yourself
from the day you could think
you have always known
that it is YOU
Only YOU
You are
THE ONE

and yet . . .
You have chosen . . . to HIDE AWAY
Hiding behind "important" stuff such as . . .
Academic studies,
career,
recognition,
a comfortable relationship,
In short . . .
you are doing all of those things
which help a person blend-in and
become a passive contributor
to the stalemate humanity is in.

You have come to realize that
the world will never change.
And that it is NOT up to you.
And that no-matter what you do
things will still be all the same.
Why? Why? Why?
Why have you forsaken YOURSELF?
Why are you closing your eyes
and turning your back on
who YOU really are?
Why do you mock us all with fake empathy?
What has happened to you?
Where is the REAL you?
No matter what you say or do . . .
Some of us will never forget . . .
Some of us know your place in the world.
The WORLD is waiting for YOU
to stop running away
and finally . . .

MAKE A STAND

In the name of everything that is good in humanity
I ask you. no . . . I BEG YOU !!!

WAKE UP
OPEN YOU EYES
START SHINING WITH YOUR INNER LIGHT

so that others will see
so that others may follow
so that hope is restored
as the sleeper is awoken

Yours, with love . . .

Sefi Musael.
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