I thank those who have written nice comments to me on my website and I say: It does not matter where and when, wherever you travel in this world to take a closer look at a ruin that shapes and represents one of the perfect or one of the deformed worlds that Yalda baoth has created by using stolen powers from his mother, you will hear things that Devil himself could not find, in his wildest imagination.

The situation gets even worse if you bring with you a wife who is nice and beautiful and strong enough for her to be able to cope with violent swings in a love dance. Then you can hear things in this style if you have a handsome guide by your side who is good in English and who has taken in-depth courses on the place’s fictional history so that he could create excitement and thus entertain visitors now that the summer holidays prevail and the schools are closed:

– Over there! Behind that pillar and that broken gate, Queen X of the eleventh dynasty used to sell sex to the public. According to historians, the queues have been long because it only applied once a month now that the queen’s father has been high priest. It all started once upon a time when our king died, when his horse kicked him straight in the stomach in a war that lasted for twenty-two years and three months and for ten days.

What about the books then? They are even worse because they are filled with fictional stories built with the help of carvings and statues and the human faces found in the walls of the ruins and which are Pronio’s memory or Christ. The only Father who has come from the other side with knowledge and who knows everything and who enters our existence as three different Fathers even though They are One, One who gives birth, One who gives knowledge and One who destroys.

The lies in the books sound like this: the Italian who burned his city, the Roman who made his horse his successor, the Greek who burned down Thak e Jamshid, the son who killed his father and married his mother because he wanted to be king.

Leis, leis and leis. A thousand times greater in number than all the stars in space. It is lies that have contributed to bad habits and traditions and celebrations and one such feast is Purim. It is a feast that the Jews celebrate because they believe that an Iranian queen of Jewish descent saved Iranian Jews when an Iranian minister wanted to kill them all.

The name of the famous king is Greek. The image of his face comes from Thakt e Jamshid and that place has nothing to do with earthly kings according to the Jannesapokryfen and therefore the story of Esther and the Iranian king who has exterminated his people for the queen, is a cruel invention, a rape of all Iranians.

God knows what human enemy has invented this story and he has put it in the texts of the Jews just like many stone tablets found at many of the temples around the world just to mislead us from the truth. They are talking about something other than what the temples tell and that is in accordance with what is written in the book of John.

Here comes a bunch of really good-looking uncles who celebrate Purim together with liquor bottles. They make me think that maybe the ancestors of these gentlemen, have been afraid of their wives and therefore they have invented Purim so that they could be at peace and thus drink as much as they want, at least once a year without get into a fight with the wives and thus get their shoe, straight in the face.