Copying the Bible by hand is a very old spiritual exercise in both Christianity and Judaism.
Unfortunately, the development of the printing press, starting in the 15th century, made the practice of this craft less common. The present work was finished in 1999. At that time, it seemed to be the only calligraphic edition of the four Gospels available in English.
It is appropriate to mention here a few points about the present work. First, the italicized words appearing in the most editions of the King James Version indicate clarifying additions to earlier versions. This distinction seems unnecessary, and in this work the text has been written uniformly. Second, large capitals are used here at the start of certain verses where some editions begin a new paragraph.
The scribe has carefully compared this copy with type-set editions, and he would appreciate being notified of any mistakes.
Reading, and loving to read, is one of the most rewarding talents anyone can possess. I have written my books with young readers in mind. They are designed to stimulate the reader’s imagination while using sight words and the “First, Then, Next, Finally” principles of a story. Where did the key come from? Are the beads leading me to a treasure? What could it be? A treasure chest? What will the chest hold?
In the electrifying end to “The Keys of Being Trilogy” the mortal Guardian of Wren, Nicky Kirkland, finds himself in the middle of the battle to save the world. The Earth, as we know it, is collapsing on itself, and humans and animals alike are being impact from the strength of the growing forces of evil. He must join the Golden Legion of Wren to fight against the wicked sorceress who will stop on nothing to take control of everyone and everything. Will they be able to end the threat once and for all?
Our Earth is collapsing from earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and other environmental catastrophes. The balance can only be restored by uniting the four Keys of Being. Teen Nicky Kirkland is approached by the magical, spirit Fae-rens to be the new human Guardian of their realm. Now he must fight against the Evil One and his sorcerers to return the Key of Healing & Rebirth through a mystical portal to the secret world of Wren. It will be the race of his life!
In Dr. Jerome Schulte s book, The Immortality Complex , he lists three things that are the philosophical theorems of his book: the essence of humanness is need, the essence of need is feelings, and the essence of feeling is growth. Need is the continued growth through feelings. He contends that people don t delve into their feelings near enough to the detriment of their selves. He discusses feelings in depth and the need for love and unconditional love and the problems with the lack thereof. Sexuality is vastly important to the self and to the sharing of sex with one that is important to the self. Dr. Jerome Schulte has worked with small children, juveniles, and adults as criminals and potential criminals and has his theories as to why they were bent that way and ways in which help could be accorded. If you have an interest in psychology or even an interest in people in general, you will be interested in reading The Immortality Complex by Dr. Jerome Schulte. The doctor discusses what is necessary to be a mentally healthy human. He also delves into the criminal personality which gets quite interesting. The doctor has 40 years of working with people. To aid them in many problems that they may have, he has studied the psychology of the mentally ill as well as those with a criminal bent, even young children. A spell-binding book!
When a young boy unknowingly recovers one of the Keys of Being from an old jacket, he meets the magical Fae-rens, protectors of Gaeya (Earth). They have come from the past on a quest to return the key to its proper place. But they are not the only ones interested in the Elka, the Key of Healing and Rebirth. The entire world is in danger from the Evil One and his followers, who want to use the key for a more sinister purpose…
Todd, a 16 year old boy, is visited by a Djinn named Amal who shows him glimpses of his previous life as a Djinn and the war that he and his siblings have been a part of long before they became human. Todd discovers that an old enemy, named Dima, has possessed his brother Ryan and is slowly ripping his soul from him. Todd must convince his family and friends to help him place Ryan under hypnosis and fight on what Todd has come to call the Dream Plain.
Nature is everywhere and to discover its mysteries is more than fun, it’s the best. Enjoy reading along with us as we discover the lakes, mysteries and tall tales that are Minnesota.
Drew and I are brothers, my name is Taylor, and we love to travel and solve mysteries of nature. We hope you enjoy following along with us in the vast untamed wilderness that is Alaska.
My name is Taylor and I am ten years old. This is the story of a trip my brother Drew and I took last summer to a place called “Wildhorse Island.” Drew helped me out with this story. He remembers quite well for a little kid. Since he’s only five, he was not able to help me too much with the spelling. The story is real and so is the mystery.
A passing glimpse into his life reveals an interesting person who lived an unconventional life. But the profound answer for this idiosyncratic character is intriguingly complex.
This book is about an American B24 bomber crew shot down in enemy territory while returning from a successful mission. The narrative recounts human tragedy and captures the triumph of the human spirit. These men’s heroic run for freedom bonded them in life and death.
When I grew up in Seagate, which is on the very tip of the Cape of Coney Island, during the fifties and sixties, my world was divided into friends whose parents spoke with European accents, and those whose parents were born in America and had no accents. I thought the latter were special.
They were really ‘American’, they were savvy, established. They had grandparents, lots of aunts, uncles, and cousins, all well-to-do, all in business. Their living rooms were decorated with modern furniture and velveteen wallpaper. They had refrigerators full of TV dinners and made mashed potatoes from a mix. They all had cars and televisions, and knew about the Governor and the Mayor. The mothers had jobs as well as the fathers. They never breast-fed their kids. They didn’t say hello when you passed by their block. They’d buy houses elsewhere and move away, some went to Florida.
The Americans only had one first name, whereas all my relatives each had about five names, which consisted of a Polish name, an affectionate nickname, then Yiddish and Biblical Hebrew names, and lastly, an American name. My relatives came to the USA from war-torn Poland, believing that no wrong could ever touch them again. Thus, they were newcomers, “Griene” in Yiddish, or “Green”, as fresh as a budding Spring. Therefore I also consider myself green, or a novice, being a first generation American. Okay, a freshman.
