And what will happen to all the people who participated in such ceremonies? Won`t they too depart from this world within a year, from the day they participated in an invocation of the Pulsa fires? Most of the Pulsa curses were made in 2005, towards summer. But they still have before them about a half a year. Whether because of the wonders of science, or thanks to the prayers carried all over the world for his recovery and health, he refuses to die. They exhaust their vengeance to the fullest, so long as he dies within a year, otherwise the curse will revert on them like the flaming sword that turned every way. They know they are not the only ones who turned to using the Pulsa deNura and that it was used by other groups. They are certain of their righteousness and are smitten with power and satisfaction. T he bearded men, some sitting and some standing or moving slowly here and there on the ground, are silently contemplating their future in the months ahead. What can be done when there are also good Jews, and others who are non-Jews, who fear and worry about his condition, and their hearts are filled with love and compassion for him and for everything that he represents, and they have already announced and called for prayers today in synagogues all over the world and all over Israel to beseech the Holy One Blessed be He to have mercy on the Leader and bring about his fullest recovery? What can they do that now the Leader thus persists on hanging between life and death and refuses to pass away despite the Curse? Which power is greater, the power of the Lashes of Fire, or the power of prayer? Why doesn`t he croak? What is protecting him? There he is, lying on his death bed, receiving royal treatment at the hospital and the eyes of the whole country and the entire world are constantly on him through the media and the television. It is now close to a half a year since and they are waiting for the results, which are now, finally, beginning to show: the leader has suffered a stroke and is hospitalized. They decided to use the power of an ancient tradition, an esoteric knowledge rediscovered in this new age of communications that had no secrets left. The curse imposed by this group was effective. According to the Google Search Machine, it is doubtful whether any Israeli public figure, could be considered a true man of authority at that time, without having had at least one Pulsa deNura curse invoked against him, - it being a high quality horror curse secretly imposed against high ranking officials and nobody knows its comings and goings. The moon that gazed on the conflagration of the First Temple 2592 years ago, which to him seemed only like a few days, is now passing over the revived tiny Jewish State, while on its way to the North sea, watching through the shreds of clouds a group of thick-bearded men below, wearing long black coats, who have come together in a field to discuss the outcomes of the Pulsa deNura curse they invoked the previous month against the Leader. Nothing is hidden from the Moon of Tevet. Ten Sephirot control the world, no one can see them but they`re there.” And anyhow, how could anyone stuff his mouth "What for?" She asked, her curiosity now being aroused. Some people eat two layer sandwichesĪnd I have a five layer sandwich I wish I had a seven layer sandwich.” “That`s how I like it,” he replied, “like “Get two slices with tuna, two slices with cottage cheese, don`t mix.” Such a huge bulk of food in one time and how would he open his mouth wideĪrgued. Watching with mesmerized eyes, being awed by the idea that anyone could eat With nylon food wrap and cut it in the middle into two parts. Then he topped it off with a fifth slice, wrapped everything tight Salad with chopped onions and olive oil and herbs (if they had any at home), on Second slice, salad mixed with tomato paste on the third, and a mashed eggs He loved putting canned tuna on the first slice, cottage cheese on the Lengthwise into several long slices and then put different spreads on each Sail boats moved on the water and screeching seagulls circled above That dragged its stalker, Ahab, to the abyss, and now only fish were polishing Somewhere in its depths lay the remains of the mythological ship,Īltalena, without a tombstone, like the forlorn skeleton of the white whale Left the sea spread out all calm and serene, it was painted over with strips of The beach stretched to her right,ĭisplaying multitudinous spots of basking people, some flattened on towels and The sand, continuing on to the wet surface. She took off her sandals and walked down the flat stairs to Infiltrated the oil painted iron railings, peeling them off and begetting The salty sea air penetrated the plaster coating on the houses and