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In my home I laid asleep in my bed, resting from all my writing and works. When again a spirit called forth to me, seeker of souls he who writes for the father and our lord Yeshua come forth. Unrested from my sleep I said to the spirit, I am he who you call what would you have me to write. And the spirit said, I am what men calls a knight of old, for I stand before you the first knight of the tempar. For it was I who guarded that temple. And I said, dear spirit what be thou name, and the spirit said my name is of no matter.

But our sins which is our works and deeds are great sins before the father and our lord Yeshua. And I said dear knight when was it that your works begin. He replies, soon after our lord death. And I said dear knight who started the knights of the tempar. He reply, an insane king whom later became a priest. And I said, dear spirit tell me thou story that I may write it. And he reply, after the death of our lord Yeshua a new church rose, One that should have never come into existence.

And that king said to us, go forth and find the holy cup. Now men know the stories of those knights murder and stole wealth for themselves. But I alone stood behind to guard the king priest and the temple. And after many years and stories of those knights and their deeds and works and after the death of that king of became a priest, I and one hundred men abandon that temple and took all the wealth of that king which was a lot and put it deep in a cave which name is - and we went forth to find these knight and murder them for their actions.

Which took us six years to do, and after this actions I alone went forth to find the holy cup. And I said, oh dear knight what happen to the hundred men that went with you. And he reply, they all fell subject to greed, For they went back to the cave and fought against themselves for that king wealth. All but twenty died, and that king wealth was divided among the twenty the lived. And each went into a diffence land as rich men. And I said, and you dear knight what became of you?

He replies, I continue the search for the holy cup. And I said, dear knight did you find it. He replies, I did. I found it seven years later in a small village near a village called Kenya. The people there was as black as night, and strangely knowledgeable, with hearts as fine as gold. It took me eighteen month to learn their way of speaking and they mine. And on the day I was to leave, their king told me that the man I search for left it here for me. For his name is Yeshua. Now I will tell you what the cup look like, it were a large cup made of fine gold with stones of great jewels around it, and from its touch a great feeling of love embody you. And there was strange writing on the tail of it which said, blood from holy blood.

And that king from Kenya said to me; take it for it does not belong here. And I packed it and mounted my horse. For I had been away from that temple sixteen years. But half way home on one strange night Yeshua spoke to me in a vision, and this is what he said, for what purpose does this cup service. And I reply, lord is this not that cup from which you drunk of and say. Drink of this cup for it is my blood. And the lord said yes, but did I not say, I shall not drink of this cup till I drink it new with you in heaven. And at once he was gone. And at once I knew that king who sends us men out to find this cup was a mad man.

And I said, oh dear spirit what did you do with the cup. And he replies, I stood upon a mountain which name is - and I cast it into that river whom name is -and there it remain ever now. And I said, dear spirit tell me of your death. And he said, when I return to the temple a new priest was there, and he questions me about that cup. And I told him that I did fid it. But I cast it into a river. And he asks me the name of that river and I refuse to tell it to him.

And after two years he send men to murder me, and later form that great church which is in Rome. And after saying that the spirit was gone. And I stop writing and laid my pen down.
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