The Prayer of Silence
Signed by ‘Cazorla D’Este’
Chapter I
The silence of the MOUTH, the salty sorrow after the delicious meal. Give me the straw with your tongue and join word to deed.
In the area of the fourth quadrant Eurasthan rules, the lord with the yellow chasuble and the chalice with blond beer. Behind the corner lurk onlookers.
‘Give me the courage (of despair) to improve my foot wound.’ said a wandering young man. And she healed him, Meredith, while Eurasthan looked on.
The guild will soon be founded, at the Perla reservoir. In Hainaut, so the neighbors will speak in French about past deeds regarding our new headquarters.
Three times forty-four, the dogs bark when it is quiet. The storm will come when the number on the electric screen jumps to seventy-six. One can only choose which words we use. The actions are predetermined.
Don't try to get a story from the neighbors. They can't understand with their minds what people can really achieve in terms of emotional breadth. The top is still far from being in sight. PEAK.
Chalice: the cup with the tears of happiness/sorrow is consumed after the peak has been reached.
The mouth speaks and the words come and how convincing these words are if no actions follow! After silence comes noise and then silence.
The sheet, on which the conceived Words of the guild at Perla are written, is distributed among those sitting. Those standing have the same Words. The full moon is sung four times, in the presence of Meredith and her assistant official, the Italian Cazorla D'Este.
We greet, we kneel. Then you kneel and yet we are equals. We do not feed ourselves with food throughout the day, out of respect for the Sun. Only when the moon is visible in the sky can you let yourself go. Sometimes the moon will not be visible. You can plan this (the calendar is hanging on the gate of the side entrance).
As long as you have inspiration, followers of Eurasthan and Meredith, you will be happy. As long as you are enthusiastic, you will want to share your happiness.
Where will this story end? Not with dreaming, not with knitting, not at the sacred beehive at Cáres. Meredith is divine when she caresses and enthuses the bees at Cáres. They thrive, they are happy and the beekeeper notices this every time.
The bees visit us during the moment of pain.
The striking red covers from the family library at Perla are crammed with automatic writings by author Archibald Merz. The sentences are of high quality and can put the reader in a trance if the latter is willing.
The prayer of silence is a kind of improvised theater in which the participants take turns to perform a piece.
Be on time, be happy and come unprepared. Take a few days off; we are not a massage parlor for the mind.
Come down.
Meredith's church, the silence of the mouth.
Perla, Monte Isola.
Chapter II
At sunrise, after one has slept, the fumes of the past drift forward.
One washes oneself, takes breakfast at the first light. Coffee is never lacking. Chaos is only consciously created. Before the accounts are consulted by the secretary, mouths will open. One promises and dreams. Refreshing.
65 students and 2 theater dancers who lead the troop. The gardens are waiting and the strawberries can be picked. Frambiosa y besos.
If tumult arises when Meredith triumphs - she determines the course of events and the flow of bees - then one can call upon the protective chasuble. This chasuble only looks like that of Eurasthan.
Eurasthan appears at the request of the second youngest virgin - woman or man. This person pays homage to Akhenaten by reciting an automatic poem by Cazorla D’Este in the direction of the discovery site of the Nebra Sky Disc. This person goes by the name Umbra.
Then the second oldest virgin curls her way forward - the troop stands close together, because the cold of the early morning can peak when one wears a single layer of cotton. This person is called Certitude from then on and climbs into the sun barge that is in the channel, sailing in the direction of Noema.
Certitude also climbs into the sun barge and both undress while an unidentified member of the troop plays a sad song on a flute. Certitude undresses, Eurasthan appears on the landing, comes out and beholds the nakedness with monocle in hand.
What will the iron hand of Eurasthan decide? Will the myth be broken, will the silence be lifted. One will soon have to make a caress public…
One can keep one’s mouth closed but one’s eyes speak. And when one’s mouth opens it can still be difficult to listen when one’s hands itch. Will one ever see the virgins’ bare feet up close?
The troop watches and enjoys watching.
Watching. Snickering?
The incense from the house spreads in the air, the sky clears up completely, the dew has left the green and the cold person one spastically tries to stand on is forced to relax by Ra under the guidance of the monocle of Eurasthan.
Meredith will not wait long for the caress before she takes action.
Chapter III
The evil of the moon cannot be refuted, not even by the rustling in the leaves of automatic writings such as those of Cazorla.
The sun-bark has disappeared and the troop has retreated into daily life. It is precisely this contrast between religious retreat and daily existence that must be eliminated. Religion takes precedence, at least according to the will of all those interviewed.
People read each other's thoughts during a bonding ritual such as the ritual in Chapter II. The sixty-fourth thought that one reads is spoken in supermarkets, bakeries and perfumeries. One does not defend oneself tooth and nail, because one will be ignored. But people will never forget your good deed of apparent arbitrariness.
Never.
True love thrives in an action and never in a word. That is why we respect the action more than the word.
True love is found even more quickly in abandoned castles than in nice apartments. In the corners of the bushes you will discover detectives looking for it. There they will find it: among the withered branches. Animo D’Este.
Without regret, the rituals will be confirmed with an iron hand by Eurasthan. In the red room, eternally enchantingly lit with candles of the Pourplan brand from Central France, someone will give themselves to him. Interviews show that the mystery feeds the desire of most.
The true face of the Lord behind the monocle? You can only know who he is when you are close to him and the night is for sleeping.
The night is for sleeping.
Reader, I cordially invite you to believe. Come to the place where it really matters - Perla - and take with you, in mente, these crumbs.
Perla.
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