Dear fiscal,

It’s true that time has passed and yet it is not later than then. I had promised to myself I would try giving a proper explanation concerning facts occured between 1992 and today, and hope this will be enough.

First. Sometimes you think a mad idea is a more proper solution than a long explanation because we simply judge on reality differently. Even if this evidence is not of common belief nowadays, I have for me subjectively proves enough for the fact that our reality understanding takes its foundation in a ‘fairy tale’, a compound of stories and somehow understood facts, which, if transmitted more generally by tradition, build up a national consciousness upon which we construct reason, understanding, social organizations and justice.

It’s – and that’s the reason for me to make such effort in defining arts – as if you tried defining beauty through a notion and not through formal criteria: this notion will make you appreciate a certain number of things and not others and will move your hand one way and not another. Correspondingly, these ’stories and fairy tales’ create a feeling of justice or happiness, of possible destiny and in any case conditions what we do and how we understand reality. I would call this fairy tale  ‘religion’ and can presume that whatever we do is determined by our inheritance in this that each of us has to seek out the meaning of his own ‘fairy tale’. I would say that the state takes its foundation there and in the effort to establish links to others, we should never forget to leave place enough for what is ours.

Thus, I think that we judge on reality differently, depending on where we come from and on how much our fairy tale stays distant to another. What may be obvious for me, will not be it for you and vice versa and logically, I think it almost an absurd to even give opinions on other peoples matters. I presume, too, that there are always people, who, due to a particular talent or specific intelligence have the capability to understand there were not only one reality – thing that is of need to be thought by many as it is reassuring – and somehow lean back on a more universal ‘truth’ or way of understanding the same ‘fairy tale’ and thus find bridges to other people and nations in order to make them richer or become richer through them without bothering the rest who is still making the effort to determine a concrete reality for itself inside of a more general groupment of people.

Inside of this, but also inside of an extremely confused general situation, I think to grasp France’s deeper intentionality concerning Middle Orients and specifically Israel through the fact that one of the members of the first expedition is son of someone working for French Intelligence, as I was confirmed later, but which had already appeared as possibility through the fact that he had obtained a passport in quite peculiar ways.

Identification with false data giving out G Leurent as belonging to  a religious order (fra)

To my understanding, this person is moving inside of a psychopathetic logic, thing that could be confirmed by most traditional or common means, and finishes by translating the general intentionality inside of  his appropriation of the title ‘Im Jerusalem’, belonging, they say, to the last King of Jerusalem, Baldwin. Whether Baldwin is Belgian or French is difficult to establish: it is clear in any case that France pretends it belonged to them and has built up a strategy which is based on this fact. As far as I can understand it then, the idea is to play a double faced game where, while pretending to forward a solution, all means are used in order to bomb up all possibility peace may not arise: support of Palestinian, introduction of illegal elements into the context, diversion of elements of intelligence towards other countries, etc, with the final idea to arrive whenever all will break down as final peace makers and open their ‘property office’ somewhere in an old Palace of Jerusalem. As the matter is linked to the Church, this is used for these purposes, too.

I understand a psychopathetic language quite well, but this is not very common. The evidence that has arisen for me is certainly not an evidence that can be shared more generally and from a universal point of view, I may say even it were none of my concern. Had I not thought that independently of happenings whose memory history will never erase, there must be a possibility to restablish a situation such that bridges of communication were opened again to Israel, I would perhaps not even have taken note. But this fact would certainly condition more general politics as Germany put in situation of inferiority after 1945, thing implying it must be taking general political guide lines from others and this, the active collaboration in the before mentioned plans.

Probable intervention of French Intelligence in the disappearing of the second intermediate title and registration of ‘memoire’ and missing two marks (BA in Philosophy obtained in 1992 and whose title I will get in 1999)

It’s that I think that the fault of your fathers doesn’t fall on you if you take distances while confronted to a similar situation. How much, thus, the possibility does not appear to buy up a more general fault by opening a parallel path implying perhaps, only me?

I will not start trying convincing others of things that can only appear clearly to my own mind.

I have been poisoned in the meantime and my mind does not appreciate situations as usual. However peculiar the situation may be judged, I don’t seem to esteem a real danger is implied by it. But as far as I can understand, the combination of different chemistries, does produce a subjective evidence for things that rather belong to the realm of imagination, being at the origin of a psychotic behaviour, in most cases. As I can see that, I put whatever appears then under the general principle of ‘I’m writing a book’, as the activity of writing books allows to get lost in fantasies and imaginations and even to believe for a while they were true. To be honest, I would not even then have been able to make the difference between what is of truth, imagination, fact or other.

Possible sample of poisoning mushroom affecting the liver found in the whereabouts of Mavrothalassa around 2000

Complaint to the General Hospital of Serres of ‘fever and ‘diffuse perception of reality” with request for examinations that will not show cause

But in any case it seems that a proper solution may be obtained by ‘reverting’ France’s plans: ‘I’ am going to make a horrible war and claim there is a duel and this must oblige to sharpen measures of security and this will perhaps avoid the worse and in any case, it puts the marks of distance towards those who are jus wanting to destroy hiding away their intentionality behind a smile. On top, it may help me back to health. Thing you should never forget.

If  ‘we’ are right, I will get to Jerusalem a third time and all in all, I say to Conchi, you can’t but admit that it is a really beautiful idea to ask for a 2 shekel tribute a year per person and eat ice creams after because there is nobody worth them and this after having sent an Embassy to Pakistan that can now open a small office in a corner and become, – I laughed -, a  tourists attraction and symbol and proof for how affairs are settled in civilized ways. If we loose, I may loose my life, symbol and proof for the fact that you should study matters very carefully before jumping into the defense of other people’s claims.

What clearly appears to me is that, at least in what concerns my own destiny, parameters of reason and judgement are restored in almost medieval ways. It’s Spanish myth that Cid’s daughters had to be revenged for an unproper behaviour and Cid sent to the court two of his men, who were not nobles. It is said that they may defend the daughter’s honor even if they are not nobles because it is in matter of justice: those responsible for the whole, run away when they are called to the duel and thus, the daughters are ‘divorced’ by a ‘God’s judgement’ and get married with two dukes.

This logic is  a logic that moves on the following ground: I say something, you say something, we both think we are right. We put a ‘duel’ between us both, with rules and judges and the one who wins is consequently right and the one who looses has to pay a 2 shekels tribute as punishment for having insisted in maintaining a wrong position. To say.

For me, it is the foundation of philosophy: I think this is true, you think this is true, I try to argue in order to convince you trough reason, you don’t give in. We separate fields and the consequence in reality shows who is right. We don’t make duels because we don’t deal with justice but with wisdom, but in the depth it is the same. It is very difficult to show what I mean inside of a context where the consequence is not considered as resulting of a way of thinking. In fact, philosophy is reduced to ‘what I think for myself’, or ‘who I may persuade of what I say’, or ‘who is stronger in number’. To my understanding, this basic bahaviour destroys the essence of philosophy and rational parameters are quickly gone lost. I thus invade the territory of ‘justice’ in a realm that does not seem to bother the common progress of reality: a fairy tale. Nobody will ever be able to prove whether Baldwin has a third cousin who may claim for a title and in the depth, Pakistan will have no documents either. Consequently there is no territorial claim, if you avoid war: the claim is symbolic, means to show how things stay in history and can be proved by the consequence. Well, psychological war implies perhaps to shout around a lot, but that’s parts of the game.

Correspondance with Pakistan

For the time being no horse has left the borders of Pakistan. But may, one day, if their claim is true. To say: rationally you can’t attack but on those basis. There is a claim, there is a proof, and the ‘looser’ doesn’t want to give in to the evidence. This is the only justification allowing to move armies. Luckily, we don’t pretend to more than a title, but we may finish by claiming for 2 shekels a head per year for the effort and in order to cover the expenses of the Queen of Sabah in Jerusalem. Imagine. A fairy tale that has opened an office next to David Tower.

It’s too beautiful. Consider that at that moment as much as for many years later, I perceive these ‘projections’ as reality. I burst out laughing thinking we may claim for 2 shekels a person and think it a really historical moment that day The Queen of  Sabah will arrive in her carriage accompanied by a 30 horses and guards.

Strangely, my usually quite rational mind perceives the glimpse of a solution inside of it all: Muslims adore fairy tales because they transmist truths in symbolic ways and it builds up an incredible bridge to other ways of understanding. But that is really complicated. In any case the whole attempt even inserted in much more complicated political turmoils, does not seem to bother but to build up an active element forwarding peace through the more subjective aspect of a possible understanding among people.

Necessary registration of sheep (and not ship as Leya wanted to understand) in 2002

Second. But where does the Queen of Sabah come from? In  a situation where it is difficult to keep a cold mind, it becomes almost impossible to say. I simply know that I’m very happy, feel horribly peaceful as if all pieces of the puzzle had been put together and esteem it ‘right’ from that point of view. I verify, cross lines to Pakistan and yes, there is someone who correponds to the profile. If it is and if she maintains, and accepts on top my symbolic guard, she will accept a private conversation. She does. Very well, my proposition has backing and I can go on without having to be afraid for my life and others.

This reality configuration is surprising. What does it mean: cross lines to Pakistan, get profiles, put conditions that mean something somehow, and the kind? I don’t know, but it feeds the fairy tale well enough and seems to be putting on top rules into a chess game. These are psychopathetic lines, these underworld communications I’m studying, that are ordered, ruled upon, submit to conditions, don’t go beyond borders. It is to the psychic world, what my duel is to justice or what the notion of beauty is to arts.

I will submit to the evidence that those keeping such wisdom can’t say lies.

It’s not that you say now, Israel belongs to Pakistan. It is that Israeli have arrived inside of a certain number of patterns that allow the conquest of earth through war and have forgotten to pay tribute to the Queen of Sabah. To the wisdom inherent of a tradition that has lasted thousands of years and has left marks and signs in architecture and city organization, in walls and wells. It’s symbolic, certainly, but to accept it solves the other horrible problem: it’s not only forms and techniques, machines and cyphers, it is the possibility to rest when your eyes touch the vision of something outside that is saying wisdom with its very appearance. Men against women, again, and leave a place to the realm of women.

Independently of how little I have to do with the whole, it’s obvious that I will submit to that wisdom. As things are, I don’t perceive anything better my own way of being may fit inside.

Third. Our quarrels are our quarrels and other people’s quarrels are other people’s quarrrels. My final purpose is to write a book: to show how harmonic reality is inside of a given number of patterns, how beauty and justice springs out of it in order to give to each the choice to know which path he chooses. It should warn at the same time of things that are certainly happening and put those involved in front of the same choice. But we don’t interfere in those things because it is none of our concern.

From a personal point of view, I can say that this ‘esthetical criterium’ has put balsam on my quite troubled heart, which is fighting day and night with demons and devils, black magics and maledictions. It will finish by explaining everything, even put names on questions that do not concern but us, proof for the fact that there are deeper, more essential links that go beyond differences in the way of apprehending reality.

My almost dangerous shift towards the fairy tale will warrant my life but put intelligibility in a very dubious situation. It’s not the same to say: I’ve seen this and that, recurrence to 30%, with definition this and that and in essential link of consequences, that, so that you can explain these phenomena this way, or: Says the Queen of Sabah, do. Perhaps it is the same in the depth, or one thing is linked to the other somehow, but in any case it is really not the same realm of reality and I have no choice but to stay inside of the second.

Birth certificate from 1998 for Sonja Kasten y Checa with father Arne Kasten von Speth Schülzburg and mother Marina Checa y Molina

It appears then that we Christian, quite unworthy servants of the same master, are quarreling on a certain number of subjects, some of which seem to affect more some than other and vice versa. I’m inside of a ‘mess’ trying to clear up ‘what is to say ‘I’m the truth”, and this related to someone said John inside of a story that is linked to the one called Lazare. These matters are Christian matters, are of the concern of Christian because they jump out of their fairy tale and actually should not leave borders. Unluckily or luckily, who knows, the Christian can’t solve his matters without a proper understanding of OT, because it is said so and you have to stay inside of the conditions given: Don’t move a iota from law.

If there is an error in the common understanding of OT, it will affect our matters, too, and as far as I know, not moving a iota from law, now, are a few Jews in a certain understanding. These are metaphysical allies. There are people keeping a certain number of precepts you need of in order to continue with your own investigations.

In general we may say, we are in horrible trouble. Something is disturbing the clear perception of whatever, reason, light, wisdom, the way you put it. Muslims defend their own character and refuse imposed evidence: a marvelous border and barriers avoiding our trouble may not jump over to others who can’t know what we are talking about. Allies again, for me their task is to avoid our nervous incapability to deal with our own affairs may not affect too many. They have their own tasks, but that is of their concern. For me they are healthy, helpful and useful and keep deepest wisdom inside of what they do, say and think.

What Jews are doing is their own business, too. For me, they are warranting the validity of OT laws and from my perspective they are the warrant for the fact Christ is ever. That he comes a little earlier or a little later, is something that depends on each apprehension: the fact that there are who are waiting for him makes of him an ‘always coming’, not a historical moment with a short appearance in time, but a ‘character’, a ‘logic’, who may choose to come back the moment he wants to. I may think he has already come, others may not have reached that insight yet, and the very fact they’re waiting for one to come assures this very possibility: I may mean what I want, I can’t see him anywhere. If there are who still wait, I may be there, too, when he comes back, not to miss this time the historical moment.

From that point of view, traditional Jews form an extraordinary backing for my own fairy tale.

Statement of presence at the German Embassy of Skopje and request of passport to the German Embassy of Thessaloniki

Independently of that, there are matters that have arisen with the appearance of someone saying himself Christ that affect those concerned and not others. And this, independently of whether it is true or not. We are said a man called Lazare was woken up from death. We. Not you. In my reality configuraton this is a fact I have to deal with, not you. But wait: Elie woke up a dead, too, by putting his body on the one of the young man. Well, it’s a similar ‘fact’ that has something in common we have to deal with, but there is a difference, because in my story there are two women asking for this to happen while in your story, which is my story, too (it’s always better to have more than one story) Elie wants to thank the mother for her hospitality and gives in to her request to bring him back to life when she says that he has brought many disgraces on her house since he has arrived.

You have to deal with that and I have to deal with this and as things are, better solve your own story as it would be far too much if I had two stories to solve at the same time.

What do I mean by ’solving a story’? The story relates an event that shocks the mind somehow. You listen to it and then you say, is it ever possible? Another will say, I don’t believe it. And the you say, but how is it possible? Ad start asking questions and study the situation and if this were true than this must be true but then, this is a lie, and this other story has similar elements, etc. The story has introduced a new factor of intelligibility inside of our usual way of understanding and trying to occupy a place inside of a general understanding of reality, is pushing things hold for true back and is giving meaning to things that looked meaningless.

It means that inside of this general moving of positions and attempts to understand, many wicked deviations are possible. They stay there because they could be right, or a path leading to understanding, become oppressing, are fought against, usually defeated and the next steps are made on this new acquisition.

Picture of daughter Federman made on visual impressions on agatha stone in Angers, December 2003 

I think, in the depth, that nothing of what happens to us is an accident and believe that the tasks put on our shoulders are these exactly because there must be way to fullfill them. I can see that the ‘black magic’ having bothered so many years of my life is arising from the trouble arising in patterns of judgement when the wicked ‘dead’ (it’s parts of the fairy tale, the wicked always die at the end) comes suddenly back to life: can God who decides on death stay in contradiction with himself and refuse his own judgement by bringing someone back to life? He himself may come back to life or not die at all as parameters of what is life and death are other, but Lazare?

Two women and a man in between is the configuration. Life’s love: the erratic electron bothering humanity whole finds always a place to stay between two women. Was there reason for him to die? Was there not? How far does pity reach? Is it pity or a punishment? Do you pretend to be more than who I’m in my judgements? Take the burden of his fault then. To my understanding, the very notion of ‘human responsibility’ appears then. What God wants is not only that we listen to him and submit to his sayings blindly, but that we confront ourselves to him to admit finally that … he was right. Or perhaps not? Can the human go beyond God? As much as him but not more and this should imply the possibility of discovering new paths he veils his eyes to, on purpose.

‘Black magic’ appears when a configuration whose meaning has not been cleared up is used for wicked purposes. It is possible to say that what Baldwin is making use of is exactly this logic in this that hold by two women, he introduces death into life in order for him to shine. A passive psychopathetic logic that is of the realm of women usually and enters men’s mind with Lazare. Or was already there with the widow’s son? Somehow the same but differently? For us, it appears there.

Schwartz contribution to the psychopaths hunting. Picture made by him for the psychic type called ‘Lolita’ inducing through electronic logics used by Microsoft a cover to the OTM Mafia in Rumania

Lazare is not one. Lazare is someone who may get so shocked by his experience that he repents of his doings for the rest of his life and finds perhaps a path up to heavens. It may be someone who feels well with the burden put on his sisters and goes on eating peanuts for the rest of his life thinking he has assured himself eternal life. There are a few possibilities inside of a scheme and each has to be studied carefully. One of them is that Lazare thinks the two sisters are in the obligation of getting him out of death. Another, that he jumps into death on purpose to see the miracle happening again.

One thing is for sure: the story reminds very much a miracle that has bombed up neurons. It has simply made that all patterns to evaluate Heaven’s justice are distroyed. What looks like a miracle may be nothing but a heavy malediction on our heads.

This is exactly what becomes a determining logic in a few minds due to an accident: the erratic electron is linking two women or female, or as if female, through its insisting, bothering, contradictory presence. I, as I, would have never asked for Lazare’s life. My mind is burdened with a task that has nothing to do with me essentally and which opens an enormous amount of questions. Who is the other woman? There are many. What is the link between both? Ambivalent erotical lines in transactions of death to undetermined others who are at the other end of the world and who seem to suffer of the same miserable destiny. Is this love? I wouldn’t say so. But it looks like because the electron is pretending such.

Codification of lines of Shaolin Monk ‘Leopard’ who will appear for seconds in a video on Shaolin found in 2009 moving inside of the logical structures of leopards

Each solves the question his own way and has to confront himself to it inside of his own patterns, his own environment, with the weapons he has through inheritance or acquires on the way. The reasons why the ‘configuration’ has become parts of his destiny are different and may provoke different reactions. I decide to cut myself in two: my body is the electron because the male is spatial and a body in ambivalent lines between death and life, and I stay inside of my soul with huge barriers between I and my body. I believe that I’m stronger than my body, the resources of soul are much more than those of body and love is stronger than death. I have to get rid of the ‘body’: not of my material presence but of the erratic electron that has to say itself properly inside of its material image. I have to watch out: to see what it says and find terrible arguments to defeat it. Is it so, the cut reality disappears, I master my flesh and impose on it the new logic that has defeated the dragon.

That I’m correctly orientating my solution shows on the fact that my liver is hit and after my neurons: this is, the miracle that bombs up neurons and this is: one sister and the other which are good if there is milk (Alfa number of variables) and bad if there is not (Beta number of variables.) And if there is milk, then the body segregates Lazare in its multiple varaibles and I, yes, I’m free and have properly solved my task.

We, those involved in this adventure, have put our ‘I’ in a formal identity that actually has no sexual identity. Logically. Who are you? One of both, or the other or the electron in between? The possibility of immediate association to a ‘pole’ is impossible. If there are poles. Are there? There are no poles in sisters, normally, except if you make them up.

Wilheim and the Challenger hypothesis or the ‘will back home’ in symbol with the Chinese hypothesis possibly linked to Hannah

The idea there are poles seems to be helpful. It’s logical, too. If I’m in deepest love with you, the thing I will be moving towards is to get rid of the stupid fly in between. The stronger love is, the more I will be fighting against the insisting presence of this dead thing putting quarrel and sex there where I just wanted to play cards. This implies to think a chaste sexuality. You can’t love without pretending to a sexual interaction (except if you adore Solovjev) and actually the material image in the realization of love is a much stronger motor than whatever book you may be wanting to write in the future. To get rid of the silly electron. I don’t mind my ugliness but feel very ashamed of it if you are there. I will do something to get rid of it: were it an illness or a stupid electron. It does not mean you may pretend to love anyone: it helps you through.

At the end you conclude that there is a chaste sexuality whenever and only you have gone rid of the silly fly. But that are perspectives that get opened on the way and justify other happenings and solve other questions.

My dear lover, Sask, lives in another configuration. The day I will get rid of the fly, she will die. While Natasha takes care of Hannah and Tula of Heleni and Li of Ines de la Fressange (the unworthy, really), I open a careful investigation on my virtual destiny as this should be the space, the realm, the whole love story should be moving inside while I’m trying to get rid of the fly.

Independently of what happens – that will never happen, you say, but is going to heal you in the meantime – you don’t get married to people just because a psychopathetic line has put someone just in front the day you were asking yourself the question of what to do on these matters. Precisely, that’s all the problem: the electron finds the means through the unconscious to know when you’re asking yourself such question and is going to appear at the right moment, putting horrible trouble into the whole hypothesis.

Sask has decided to cut herself in two but has put the electron outside and puts enormous barriers between her and the other inside of the formal recognition of the evidence of the fact that something is really attached to another inner configuration. Formal is legal and thus she can say she’s very happy with her solution.

Codification of notion of psychic type of Sask inside of the patterns of proof as given

Actually she will have much more trouble than I to get rid of the electron and perhaps she will never inside of given circumstances. Actually she’s feeding her soul with my hypothetical lines in my virtual love story that keep a parameter of reason inside of the whole. The way virtual Sask is linked to the real Sask is the same a A Lazare is linked to a B Lazare: same type in a determined difference. The day my Lazare will die, made a horrible chemical compound that will shock Mr Hutchinson, lines will disappear because I have solved my problem and poor Sask will die.

That day I staid back. Look at that, I say, such a thing. What am I doing? I have gone into my own particular hypothesis, have cut myself happily in two, have ordered all parameters and yes, with which justification? Such an usual way of doing. And I think back of my family history. Look at that. An exception that has become tradition and my grand mother wearing a title outside of law, has put us all into the jungle. We will do the same: a logical twist that convinces at a certain moment and affects social reality is parts of my inheritance.

That’s what I’m doing: a logic allows to cut myself in two, to make of my body an image, to invent a love story in order to make things easier, inside and only of my grand mothers tradition who, on top, found a social recognition for such an attended pretension. I start laughing and say ‘Ich, Emperor’, inside of the jungle my own master. What I do is my business and I have to give explanations to no one and as this is far too pretentious, I put my efforts under the shield and cover of the Queen of Sabah.

Inside of the jungle there were virtual legslations that affect only me, virtual love stories that stay inside of borders, virtual solutions that lead really to health and so on. That’s what I’m: my context, my reality, my inheritance is a jungle opened by a grand mother allowing the thinking of a female aristocracy with retroactive legislation, which, if I proceed, makes of me an Emperor upon myself.

I thought it was really funny because it justifies my bizarre state between reality and a fairy tale and I put strong borders between me and the world and people have the right to knock at the door and exchange a few words but not to get inside because I’m not going to steal members of other territories. On the other hand, all attempt to break my walls is going to be thoroughly punished. Thus I can go with studies on black magic, transfer of psychic reality to social reality, my profound and most moving love story that never leads anywhere, etc, without affecting the world. I presumed.

In order to make the love story more convincing, I decide to create clear poles. As their is no other identification mark left, I decide to ‘choose’ through activity. What do you like doing, what does really occupy your mind. I mean, you can cook every day, but perhaps you’re just doing that out of obligation. On top, we still don’t know what makes a man and what a woman (voices from Spain through Oriol in 2001 say that ‘I’m too radically making separations’ – did I ask you to enter my black magic compound, I ask, and answer, it is better to separate clearly in order to determine the differences and then to have a look at softer variables.) Finally, as these things depend on societies and cultures, we decide that Sask is a man and I a woman because war is the task of men and I’m writing  a book.

The principle of differentiation is build up on this: if a man makes war, he woud like someone tells what kind of heroicities he has committed or incurred into, he will never be able of as he is concetrated in learning how to deal with weapons. Thus, the reason why he is fighting is finally to protect the one who may write or say the story because otherwise he has no name.

That family does not become finality (children) it is because the attempt is made to abstract love from its material reality: love is justified even when people have no children if this is God’s will. Even when there are no children, a woman does something and the something is symbolized by the name the man obtains through what she does.

Logically, Sask translates this into her own pattern and sees that necessarily a couple may have a reason to be only if it has a child, that is to say, a bomb. The product of the interaction of both is something that wears the mark of both inside of a general structure that is determining its appearance. On great advantage in Sask is that she never leaves her territory although she gets influenced by other poeple’s movements because this is common in her territory. Thus, what result of her solution is a bomb, where one part is a ‘her’ laying beside a very dangerous ‘other’ that will put an end … to Israel.

If this becomes more general, there is no love and without love there is no future: the bomb has a technical failure that will make it explode there where it is. Logically. Two men should never get married: I laughed that day.

The failure is not inside, it is due to the environment. In a reasonable world, a society should have the means to control whether a couple is ‘compatible’ and avoid marriages without foundation. Here, it does almost oblige to marriage, thing unthinkable if you have a person moving in formal patterns, because there is no polarity. As Sask’s patterns are ruled by image, she has to get married. As the pretender can’t love because there is no polarity, it must be a fake, a fake is an idiot, and an idiot is dangerous. Thing she clearly says while building up a corresponding bomb, that should on top, perhaps be the only solution.

In the meantime, logically, the social cover given to the ‘idiot’ has attracted Federman, who finds an extremely comfortable place to stay. Conclusion: the bomb has a mechanism attracting probably atomic energy from a plant it has somehow reached, or something of the kind. The child is dangerous, she seems to conclude and adopts.

 

Hand of Fatima handed over by Irit Gazit the day of departure with the seal of Dan Hotels

The problem is social, there are no controls on inner reliability.

Is the bomb enough to get a divorce? To get rid of the electron? Look, Gazit, if you start justifying divorces because someone has made a bomb, we will end up in the Himalaya – that one has a bad temper and says ‘I’ve made an embroidery and the other has cooked a Chinese meal’ and it will never end. You have to go to England. Make a duel, put a something between one and the other that makes appear clearly that the one does not fit to the other.

I would say that Sask has a vertical six wings logic that has simply fused. Instead of showing a horizontal six wings structures, it is vertical. Let us do something, as I have mislead myself so happily with my virtual bomb: put ff lines in erotical lines. Put the ‘child’, the product, in middle lines and mm lines in upper lines and create a tension.

Through function: Sask is a man and needs a woman (ff in erotical lines), she has to do something that is very important through her function (a bomb in mf) and makes business, an intellectual activity as it implies balanced exchanges in mm. Because it is like that. I’m a female in lines mm and thus make business with m in mm, who wants to buy an improval for the bomb to impress f in ff.

What happens? The bomb can’t be an excuse for a divorce but is useful for a war. You’re really lucky, I go on thinking, because if this is true, it introduces the six wings logic into male patterns of understanding.

Logically: I say that the moral fault after verified through a duel, justifies war. Female patterns. The breaking of international law is the same in male patterns and if there is infringement there is a moral justification. Such a nice couple we make, Sask, I will tell the story finally. As female in mm, probably, as things are, but that’s parts of the fun.

Luckily I was right and the deal worked, don’t fall asleep the day the war starts. A bomb is exchanged for another whose implications may be very vast. I, the emperor inside of my own kingdom, have made my first business outside of walls. My bomb is very reasonable, finally and will certainly not cause more damage than what it should. What can be more reasonable for a man in war but to make a bomb? Even more so if someone has to tell the story after. Such a deep reasonable reason will not allow the misuse of the bomb in question.

It’s true that I’m quite homosexual in the meantime, but well, it’s better than what my eyes perceived as only other possible solution. I, as man, am deeply in love with my soldier hero and I, yes I, claim for an usurpation. Let us see how I find the means to justify such pretension and the best is I leave for Ecuador in the meantime. Women don’t claim, and even less female without social context and the only thing left is that my soldier hero falls deeply in love with me. Today: do you prefer the image that is void or at least the feeling of deepest love that has arisen of such a general quid pro quo? It’s  a choice; there is no here and there in my radical patterns of understanding.

Well. If you chose that feeling, we still don’t know whether it is me you love, we will have to verify. I told you already then that I was no homosexual man although I very much look like one, now. In any case, whatever happens after you can dissolve a marriage in sufficient proves of lack of essential boundary of marriage. Your deepest love is the sign for this essential link that was absent before. The marriage is not valid.

There is no law determining these things fundamentally: I don’t interfere in how you marry your children (Prophets). If you manage to convince someone with this, you’re welcome in the State of the Varonen von Speth und zu Schülzburg and belong to my family.

We may play cards in the meantime.

Let’s go on working on our fundamental problem and try determining an identity that is independently of our confused trouble and virtual hypothesis and hypothetical determinations. I’m the one who finds you without path and am able to translate this you don’t understand into a language you understand. This is ‘I’. If someone falls in love with me it is into this and this is a female pattern in relationship even if I look like a  homosexual man today. This ‘I’ has absorbed elements of mm wings in image and finality and has some of mf, too, because there must be a place for everyone inside of my Empire. I must be a female of something. I will never say it is, I will say it is somehow related to someone.

And we will have to build up a proof for what I say, Sask agrees to without understanding the horrible implications deriving: I say, that if Sask is married without foundation, I in myself or in the name of another will find her through the means I say and you may hide her away as much as you like.

Inside of the notion I make an image of today, there is already her name and I will find in time and before need, an image of hers with her name. Thus, we can leave wars inside of international law and leave our duels for matters of love.

And we will see for the rest.

These both are the principles of my Empire and you will assume the consequences of the implications deriving of the somewhat desperate intervention in foreign affairs, you may excuse me for, as it does actually nothing but correspond to an urgency I got aware of accidentally whose responsibility I assume as it is matter of life or death for many.

It implies I will have to add a second chapter with explanations but that’s the least of my worries. If I’m right, thing I hope, there will be long lasting peace thanks to the Queen of Sabah and say thank you if you are not willing to pay  a tribute.