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“These Seven Seals are intended to and actually do catch the devil with his pants down, so to speak, because history cannot be undone, well… except by God. This book reveals the divinity of the chapter and verse numbers of the Bible and how God and Jesus designed and use these numbers plus secret codes to preserve and protect the real church from external and irreverent forces and interferences. The message should be clear; the chapter and verse numbers, each one of them, are creations of God and NOT man. They reveal and constitute a whole, new, and dynamic Numeric Scripture which is as divine and sacrosanct as the rest of the known alphabetic Scripture.”

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Book:The Cephas Code of Christ
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“We also finally come to a fitting and thrilling discovery at the end of it: that the Bible is not just an evolved book containing the words of God, it is an astonishing record counting down — or up — to the end — or beginning of time. A recording from the very beginning to the very end then to another beginning, for all mankind. Time as we know it, we shall discover, does not really apply to Jesus.”

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Book:The Cephas Code of Christ
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“Nevai’nin kendisi musikiyi Hoca Yusuf Burhan diye ünlü bir musiki âliminden öğrendi. Musikiyi teorik veya pratik yönden iyi bilirdi. Babür Mirza kendisinin meşhur eserinde Nevai’nin eserlerini sayarken, ilm-i musikiye güzel şeyler kazandırmış; iyi nakışları ve peşrevleri vardır diye Nevai’nin usta bir bestekâr olduğunu kaydetmiştir.”

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Book:Özbek Klasik Müziği ve Tarihi
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“Hand Watches” I opened the drawer where I store old keepsakes and tokens. My eyes paused on hand watches with dead batteries, frozen in time… Gifts from teachers and friends— offered to honor my accomplishments, to praise my respect for time. It never occurred to them, or to me, that Time could die of a heart attack— that it would cease to matter the day my homeland was occupied and destroyed. The day the plunderers —both foreign and within— colluded to burn and erase all that was beautiful. Since then, I’ve refused to wear hand watches, and I never will until my people reclaim their Time and dignity. And when that day comes, Time will no longer matter. For then, I will become— a butterfly, a sparrow, a daffodil or an orange blossom, perhaps an apricot blossom on a branch, an unstoppable stream of water flowing beyond time and timing. In that same drawer, I found pens that had run dry, like mummified corpses. In a moment of despair, a lightning bolt of realization struck me— leaving behind a terrifying question: What if this is a wound that no amount of time can heal— a cause so vast that all the world’s ink cannot write its cure?”

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Book:سرطان في كل مكان [Cancer Everywhere]
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