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Studying: "Lux Et Verita"
Studying: "Lux Et Verita"
Studying: "Lux Et Verita"
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stuDYING is a literal expression of the real meaning of religion and its unending secrets and beliefs in cryptic symbolism as a path to enlighten humanity achievement for self-revival and esteem and awaken one, for his/her purpose into the world. The strength and hope to those who have lost their loved ones entrusts the gift of life after death as a cyclical path for humanity facing out sympathy as a way of moaning a loved one and celebrating the path of life through death.
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Release dateJul 7, 2016
ISBN9781524633691
Studying: "Lux Et Verita"
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Weaver Eric

Weaver Eric is a practicing journalist /writer and PR practitioner with Samsung Centre. His love for writing started at his English classes and his natural idealistic literature to captivate has always been pragmatic. He is a motivational speaker as well as an upcoming freelance editor. He is involved in body building as a sport and hobby and reading relaxes his day off. He comes from Mundias family of 10 and he is married to Salome Weaver.

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    Studying - Weaver Eric

    2016 Weaver Eric. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    Published by AuthorHouse 07/05/2016

    ISBN: 978-1-5246-3368-4 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-5246-3369-1 (e)

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    Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

    Contents

    Prologue

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Chapter Fourteen

    Chapter Fifteen

    Chapter Sixteen

    Chapter Seventeen

    Chapter Eighteen

    Chapter Nineteen

    Chapter Twenty

    Chapter Twenty One

    Chapter Twenty Two

    Chapter Twenty Three

    Chapter Twenty Four

    Chapter Twenty Five

    Chapter Twenty Six

    Chapter Twenty Seven

    Chapter Twenty Eight

    Chapter Twenty Nine

    Chapter Thirty

    Chapter Thirty One

    Chapter Thirty Two

    Chapter Thirty Three

    Chapter Thirty Four

    Chapter Thirty Five

    Chapter Thirty Six

    Chapter Thirty Seven

    Chapter Thirty Eight

    Chapter Thirty Nine

    Chapter Forty

    Chapter Forty One

    Chapter Forty Two

    Chapter Forty Three

    Chapter Forty Four

    Chapter Forty Five

    be authentic in your search; do everything for it. It is the thirst to know the original behind the reflection that makes you worthy of the ‘ultimate accident’

    You press your thumb against the base joints between the index finger and middle finger of the man you are shaking hands with.

    "I do solemnly and sincerely promise and swear, without the least equivocation, mental reservation, or self-evasion of mind in me whatever; binding myself under no less penalty than to have my throat cut across, my tongue torn out by the roots, and my body buried in the tide ebbs and flows twice in twenty-four hours; so help me, and keep me steadfast in the due performance of the same.’’

    It is spiritual and not religious.

    Prologue

    "Nobody believes they will one day die. Still Wills and Testaments are drafted. Religions teach about destiny. The end – there is only one perspective that makes the end reasonably final. Death. Death has been an obstacle in all teachings of faith. Hope is portrayed and the perspective of death is transplanted in after life eternity. The denial and fear of human kind persists in religious teachings. The core mission of life explanations of expectations have thrived.’’

    "Thanatology. Forensic aspects for death came about by Russian Scientist Metchnikoff for one basic reason, removing fear of it. Then after the casualties of the World War II it was necessary to consider death a field of attention. The meaning of death in all human behavior was life threatening affecting the chances of life and therefore it was more than just a medical aspect- which helped explain reasons but did nothing to offer solutions.’’

    "But how would I help, I hardly understand. I am sure I have never even thought about death myself. I am sorry but there’s sure nothing to crack, sir!’’

    Smiling politely, the face seemed to disapprove.

    "I will prove you wrong Hitzrot, science has evolved through research but so has theology, which means tagging behind causes the other to cause revolution. Have you heard of the powerful symbol on earth, the light?’’

    "Illumination?’’

    "Not so fast Hitzrot, as I’ve said before, you sure would help.’’

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    There were secrets within secrets. He kept it in the game. The table for six. A dice –white and dotted-maked the party system. With sides of various numbers- with MEANING.

    One dot. Two dots….. three. Six, sides the dice.

    Cards flap, tokens tinkle- and then, the dice decides.

    He tossed and flapped and the party went on. And he tossed, tapping the surface-ends away to the mark keeper who initiated the throne. Four cards across each pair hands. Four cards facing up the table.

    Suited in black and white shirt he bent to every imperfect move sweeping the roller across with his swaving stick as he granted another chance. He masters the will. Sticks out a hopeful gesture.

    Turning out right, he fllipped his stick, adds a couple tockens and drew out towards the field-man; with his stick.

    Then he observes.

    Every gamer notices his royal strength of weakling- cropping out his throat when he draws back-only at a rewarding imperfection. Then the hurting eyes that hears the cry of the rank burns through upfront.

    "We then who are strong ought to bear with the scruples of the weak, and not to please ourselves,’’ hushed the deep voice.

    Inhaling deeply, he gets the reason to glory in wonders and signs. Now peace stays within him.

    The powers and duty ascribed.

    The cube was white-polished and the pips drilled in black fillings. On the cards, spots of black and red symbols surfaced single sides- the players.

    Every player randomly picked a maximum of four cards as the KEY for the card table. Sitting circularly round the table of two players plus the observing guide- the stick man-the gamers- throw cards on the carpeted cover strip.

    One by one, anti-clock wisely.

    The best valued card wins the gamers visible representation of the same amount in tokens; usually of plastic discs, which acted as substitutes for vouchers of payment value.

    In the beginning there was heaven and the earth.

    The ceremonial seat was the third of the nine orders that divided in medieval. Deep were the mysteries around it hidden in the secrets of old, nine being a medieval of eighteen, which is a sexagesimal, multiple of six –the cardinal number upon each angle of the great pyramid. The angle of rest between labor, the angle of the night and day that summed to a month in subdivisions of hours, minutes and seconds in equal measures of the Vav, the winning dice number.

    Search through the KEYS OF WISDOM, Surely shall ye find the way.

    The local lodge was of pre-state origin and was celebrated for its remarkable cite. Founded by T.A Wood, this building bared the part angle of the structural mystery of Egypts royal tombs. Being a ‘sign of life’ for Alderman Woodley’s mayoral marks, the house was placed over grants of trustees incorporating Rossenrode, and MacJohn architect company.

    Desiderata

    The symbol of the Vav has been a topic hacked from the sacred cubit through the historic placement of the Torah, down the olden tablets of Koran to the Hindu Scribbles. Shaped like a hook, the charlock-stem drawings charms its abstractness to a meaningful representation of connectivity.

    That holds together

    All through the scrolls, its completion of imagery from the ‘alef-beitism’ to disclaimers imperfection comes short of spiritual perfectionism in performance of sacrifices to establishing covenants.

    Two together,

    where Fs1 (k) =1/s for 1 ≤ k≤ s and o otherwise.

    Variation of the Emulation Rite

    The hook of the hold between the retiring over the youth would resurge, and tonight the students would be conferred resemblance of three honors sequential upon recognition as per jurisdiction significantly. Boys would be men tonight.

    The catalogue ‘boys to men and men to boys’ spherically had borne a practice of recognition between all honors. Adorned at a regular lodge, the craft misinterpretation had simply chaffed the imaginary Ex for Jesus out into the new mens SACRED PALMS –a simple revelation meaning youth to men or manhood gone to the youth.

    Just like the council of YMCA, the appendant young men of worship are council led through practices only known to their epistler and controlled by their inner being or the faith. The relation of maturity was of God- like God. Watching the young men closely, walking with them, prosecuting the dunes of sin, speaking and showing them love before the world was open wider for them. Redeeming the hardships was the path to joy.

    Tonight.

    Dawn had set the benevolence wisps across the color vault of the decorations and the altars faced the airy yearns and ladful eyes. Books of the lodge would be given, blood would wash away their childishness, white would assure the grand lodge of purity, black would hold the peace. Blue, take them aback traditionally in a purposeful meaning of the deliverance.7:06 was approaching

    Chapter One

    Make it ten, a grating voice pitched into the cubicle. "Take one, live one. Use four moves. Use three. Use two.

    As the creak died away into the hallway, the double-decked bed eased firmly on the star-styled floor. The impetuous stalwart figure dragged away behind the swinging door shutting out the sharp light pokes.

    Across the room on the reading table, a yellow-yoke alarm watch clocked seconds pacing through the quiet dawn.

    Inside the chamber, on the walls, white lambskin aprons held together hanged by the lose tore-stones –the only side with a bare surface. Next to the innocence of the warm skins a Templar beausant hang around a single top side ut infra.

    Tonight, a hushed whisper crossed within.

    "One, four, three,

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