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Telleo: Perfect One
Di Diane V. Jay
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Inizia a leggereLunghezza: 898 pagine12 ore
- Editore:
- AuthorHouse
- Pubblicato:
- Apr 11, 2013
- ISBN:
- 9781477258088
- Formato:
- Libro
Descrizione
Some people wonder if there is life on other planets
Well, there will be
Lets escape from our hectic world of deadlines, overly effective weapons and electrical gadgets to join the author in this philosophical fantasy as she daydreams about two different civilizations on a brand new planet. Lets allow our minds to drift into this future realm free from modern distractions and be imaginatively inspired by Telleo and his irrepressible Creator. Get ready to be shocked by purity and simplicity! Remember those things? From this fresh perspective perhaps well all be able to re-evaluate our lives and priorities. We may discover that our worst enemy is often closer than we think. Take the challenge and come to your own conclusions. It wont be as easy to ignore this tale as you thought it would be!
Well, there will be
Lets escape from our hectic world of deadlines, overly effective weapons and electrical gadgets to join the author in this philosophical fantasy as she daydreams about two different civilizations on a brand new planet. Lets allow our minds to drift into this future realm free from modern distractions and be imaginatively inspired by Telleo and his irrepressible Creator. Get ready to be shocked by purity and simplicity! Remember those things? From this fresh perspective perhaps well all be able to re-evaluate our lives and priorities. We may discover that our worst enemy is often closer than we think. Take the challenge and come to your own conclusions. It wont be as easy to ignore this tale as you thought it would be!
Informazioni sul libro
Telleo: Perfect One
Di Diane V. Jay
Lunghezza: 898 pagine12 ore
Descrizione
Some people wonder if there is life on other planets
Well, there will be
Lets escape from our hectic world of deadlines, overly effective weapons and electrical gadgets to join the author in this philosophical fantasy as she daydreams about two different civilizations on a brand new planet. Lets allow our minds to drift into this future realm free from modern distractions and be imaginatively inspired by Telleo and his irrepressible Creator. Get ready to be shocked by purity and simplicity! Remember those things? From this fresh perspective perhaps well all be able to re-evaluate our lives and priorities. We may discover that our worst enemy is often closer than we think. Take the challenge and come to your own conclusions. It wont be as easy to ignore this tale as you thought it would be!
Well, there will be
Lets escape from our hectic world of deadlines, overly effective weapons and electrical gadgets to join the author in this philosophical fantasy as she daydreams about two different civilizations on a brand new planet. Lets allow our minds to drift into this future realm free from modern distractions and be imaginatively inspired by Telleo and his irrepressible Creator. Get ready to be shocked by purity and simplicity! Remember those things? From this fresh perspective perhaps well all be able to re-evaluate our lives and priorities. We may discover that our worst enemy is often closer than we think. Take the challenge and come to your own conclusions. It wont be as easy to ignore this tale as you thought it would be!
- Editore:
- AuthorHouse
- Pubblicato:
- Apr 11, 2013
- ISBN:
- 9781477258088
- Formato:
- Libro
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Telleo - Diane V. Jay
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2004 and 2013 Diane V. (Snow-Hewitt) Jay. All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.
Telleo: Perfect One was first published by AuthorHouse 10/25/2004 with the original ISBN: 1-4184-4129-5 (sc). It was revised by the author and republished under the same title by AuthorHouse 4/9/2013
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PART I: TABLE OF CONTENTS
PREFACE: THE YOUNG DAYDREAMER
1: The Vision Of Silverado
2: Telleo, Tesoro And Sophia
3: Zoe
4: Other Townspeople
5: Spiritual Realms
6: Back To Yemi
7: The Return
8: Out Of The Doldrums
9: Glad Tidings!
10: A New Revelation
11: Bien-Aimé And Wait
12: The Wedding
13: The Edomah
14: Wingate’s Nightmare
15: Unsettling Tidings
16: Another Restless Night
17: Impending Danger
18: Reunion With A River Pilot:
19: Home At Last!
20: A Diamond In The Rough
STAGE ONE: COAL!
STAGE TWO: PRESSED DOWN!
STAGE THREE: UNCUT GEM
21: Mission To Edom
22: Byron’s Cow
23: The Edomah Navy And Bardrick Field
24: Shuet And Garland Field
25: Los Cielos Welcomes The Martyrs
26: Shuet’s Disturbing Message
27: P.rhet’s Regrets
28: Argus And Garnet Field
29: Tony And Garnet
30: Thalassa
31: Adelante
32: The Edomah Attack
33: Visitors Arrive In Boswell
INTRODUCTION to PART II: FROM GLORY TO GLORY…
This book is dedicated to:
Fellow ‘Thoreauvian’ and Ardent ‘Silverado’ Fan,
Dolly H.
Who for over thirty years has been my wonderfully enthusiastic, encouraging and BIG-Hearted friend, as well as a great philosopher!
May the LORD bless you, Dolly!
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Every person I have ever met has helped me with this book. Every person I have ever known—living or dead; fictional or historical; from reading, other media or personally has contributed to it.
Having said that, I do especially want to thank my sister, Suzanne, who challenged and encouraged me to write along with the rest of my totally unique family of humorous non-conformists as well as my dear friends who often said, You ought to write a book.
Well, here it is, at last. Another special thanks to my friends who read my manuscripts and gave me suggestions—Thanks to Dolly, Dean, Lauren, Linda, Gwen, Bev and Marion and my husband, Ron. Above all, I give thanks to God, my Creator and Saviour, collectively and individually in all His Persons of the Father, His Son the Lord Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit.
Diane V. (Snow-Hewitt) Jay
AKA The Daydreamer
AUTHOR’S NOTE
It is a wonderful concept to grasp that we as humans were thoughtfully designed by our Creator to be magnificent beings with much potential. Not only did He give us imaginative minds like His own with the ability to reason and choose, but He gave us emotions and senses to interact with our environment and other living beings. Because He is holy and just, He does maintain high standards to keep the universe functioning in an orderly fashion, yet He also wants us to learn to trust Him and has provided a Way for us to have a close relationship with Him as our rightful, loving Ruler.
I make no claim to be a theologian or Greek scholar, but as an average student of the Bible, I want to inspire my readers to invest some time seriously pondering their own spiritual views of why they exist on the earth. Let each inquire, Is my belief system firm enough to stake my eternal destiny upon?
In the Christian Scriptures, Jesus defines eternal life: "And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent."* In other words, eternal life is a never-ending, favorable relationship with our always amazing, all-powerful, all-knowing Creator… It doesn’t get any better than this, for we can anticipate that in every age, God will have new adventures for us to enjoy.
Therefore, allow me to introduce you to the Creator I know personally as Father, Hero, Saviour, Master and Wise Counselor. Take some time to consider His point of view and realize that He is trustworthy. In all of the world’s religions there is no other Deity who has made such sacrifice on behalf of those He created in order to restore their relationship with Him. No other Deity has displayed such convincing proof that He deserves our worship and love. This good God is almighty yet has impeccable manners. He waits for us to invite Him into our lives.
So, come along! Join me on my Daydream adventure and become better acquainted with my Permanent Traveling Companion, the Eternal Triune God, who is lovingly nicknamed El Silverado in this allegorical tale. Diane V. (Snow-Hewitt) Jay
*Verse reference: John chapter 17, verse 3 (King James Version)
PREFACE:
Some people wonder if there’s life on other planets…
Well… there will be…
THE YOUNG DAYDREAMER:
How could she ever have guessed that staring out the window would lead to this?! She was seated in her Social Studies class, but her thoughts had strayed and she found herself studying the treetops outside the classroom’s second story window. Before her was a wintry woodland scene… Snow was perched in all the branches, glittering and sparkling in the sun. There were beautiful red cardinals up in the trees and some jet-black crows. Then with her mind’s eye, she also imagined pure white doves, floating… gliding… downward as gracefully as the very snowflakes themselves and she was transported to the time and the place of her daydream where …
It was now a spring day and the sky was blue. The once snowy trees were covered with sweet smelling blossoms. As the dove-like birds prepared to land, they transformed, elongating into a human-like shape. Their skin glowed with a warm golden tone which gave them a momentary shimmering translucence as they metamorphosed from one form to the other…
Suddenly the class dismissal bell rang and the Daydreamer’s thoughts were jarred back to winter school day reality! Still, for several weeks she found herself mulling over the delightful spring scene. She especially enjoyed speculating about these beings who could take on a bird shape to fly when and where they wished. Were they angels? No, they couldn’t be,
she decided, for their bodies could become old and die.
Then what would happen?
she wondered, and later concluded that, At death, their immortal spirits would depart from their bodies in a bird shape one last time. Once free, they would fly up through the clouds through a window or portal that opened before them into a celestial dimension where they reverted to their human form never to die again. Their sufferings would be over! Meanwhile, their buried bodies would await the resurrection day of their entire race when all their mortal bodies would be made immortal and reunited permanently with their soul/spirits.
Time passed, first months then years… The Daydreamer got too busy to stare out windows. She forgot about her daydream until one day it started coming back to her like a torrent… as though the story was telling itself to her! In her renewed musings, she soon had envisioned two new races of beings with a conflict between them and a Mysterious Being who came to their rescue.
THE YEMIMAH AND THE EDOMAH:
The beings that could fly like birds were called the Yemimah or ‘Dove people’. They had lives very similar to the Daydreamer’s human life, but in their world of Yemi, no evil influence was permitted to roam as once had roamed on earth among the Adamic or human race.
Eventually, there came a time of great strife in their history, when the Yemimah’s sphere of existence was intersected by another group of beings called the Edomah. The Edomah had very ruddy complexions but otherwise looked much like humans. They could not transform into a bird shape, rather they acted like animals that could not transform into people.
The unfortunate predicament that set off the conflict was the discovery by the Edomah that the Yemimah worshipped a different Entity than they did. Soon after this, the Yemimah’s plight became increasingly dire when it was further discovered that Yema blood did not contain iron like Edoman blood, but functioned in a different way and instead contained gold! As it can be imagined, this caused endless trouble for the Yema Race, for suddenly they found their society being exterminated for its belief system then plundered for its very lifeblood! It appeared that the only advantage to having Yema blood was that it didn’t make for ‘good eating’. Therefore, at least the Yemimah were never attacked by any animal. However that didn’t save them from the Edomah.
For years upon years the Yemimah had lived peaceably and their burial grounds with their flecks of gold were left undisturbed. But now these were being strip-mined, flooded with water and panned for gold!
EL PELO BLANCO OR SILVERADO:
While the Daydreamer continued pondering the Yemimah’s dilemma, she became aware of a Mysterious Being in her creative thoughts who was defined as El Pelo Blanco or Silverado. He was called this because He had longish, silvery white hair. His face was rather ageless, very pale—almost luminous. He was a great Contemplator who eternally gazed out across the Under-Universe into every age and dimension from the celestial kingdom of Los Cielos. He was well aware of the plight of these Yemimah and concerned Himself about them. Silverado did not have golden blood or any blood for that matter. Light itself flowed through Him! He could be any shape He wished or none at all. He could go anywhere He desired and be as tiny as the sparkle on a dewdrop or as large as an entire galaxy. He could also travel as heat, cold, color, sound, fragrance and sensation, but He didn’t need to travel because He was already cognizant of everything simultaneously. He could put His thoughts into a being’s mind and He could read anyone’s thought. Sometimes He chose to actively speak with an audible Voice for He was fluent in every language. In fact, He had created language! At this point in her musings, the Daydreamer paused in speechless awe…
BACK TO THE YEMIMAH:
When at last the Daydreamer’s thoughts drifted back to the Yemimah, she noted that in their bird-like form they resembled large cardinals, doves or blackbirds. This form revealed their potential strengths and weaknesses more readily. In their human-like form their appearance was more uniform, although they did have various hair and eye colors and shades of complexion.
The Blackbirds were the mystics; the Cardinals were hard working and humorous, and the pure white Doves tended to be aristocratic, intellectual types. The intermarried Yemimah produced many varieties of bird with many a kind of warble and every type of personality. They were all considered ‘Dove’ people, but often had two or more strains blended. After all these three main strains of Yemimah had intertwined, there were pinkish birds, greyish birds and speckled birds. Some were all one color; others were ‘half and half’ of two colors, and many had bars of different colors on their tails, crests or wings!
The mystical Blackbirds were often contemplative like El Pelo Blanco. As the historians, poets and priests, they upheld the religious and social traditions through ceremonies and holidays. They were the soul and spirit of the community. The pure white Doves were the civil leaders and administrators. They were not given to mental flights of fancy but instead kept society solidly on track with their practical, long-range planning. The moss never grew under the feet of these responsible, efficient and usually conscientious beings! Then there were the lively and fun-loving Cardinals. They were the physical backbone and emotional life of the community. They were often hard workers and impoverished, for they couldn’t save a Yema dime. But since they were also great storytellers and musicians, they kept everyone cheered by their optimistic and entertaining ways.
Despite all their differences, the Yemimah really got along quite well for they had learned to appreciate the strengths and shore up the weaknesses in one another. They were the Third Dispensation of beings created by El Pelo Blanco. The Angelic Race was first, then the Adamic (or human) Race and now the Yemiman Race. The Edomic Race had been created about the same time as the Yemimah but dwelt in a different part of the Under-Universe. The only way to pass from the Under-Universe into Los Cielos was through the crystal portal because that upper realm was perfectly holy and no mortal could enter it unless he was purified.
All the Yemimah knew and paid close heed to the stories of the previous dispensations for from early childhood, they were taught from their holy writings called, La Palabra del Silverado. Rather than rebel against their Creator, they wholeheartedly welcomed Him into their lives. The vast majority of the Yemimah did not, and almost could not, break His wise laws. Being child-like, however, they sometimes made honest, non-deliberate mistakes as they matured. Throughout their lifetimes, they steadfastly held Silverado in high regard. Then, at the proper time, they each were graduated up to Los Cielos to await their race’s LAST Day.
The muscular, unrefined Edomah ripped into the Yemimah’s world like the ruthless Old World Conquistadors who had invaded the untainted shores of the New. Many Yemimah sacrificed their lives to protect others, often transforming into fiery phoenixes as their soul/spirits or ‘Numani’ made their ascent to Los Cielos. The wholesale slaughter and exploitation of the Yemimah had become intolerable. Their pleas for intervention and assistance were going up, and the outrage of the celestial Kingdom of Los Cielos was building. El Silverado was standing in encouragement before all these suffering Yemimah as they developed endurance and pressed toward the goal of spiritual maturity. They would not deviate from their confidence in His ways, but successfully learned obedience by means of their suffering. The attention of Los Cielos was fixed on the scenes below and all the intercession of the Heavenlies was in full swing. Meanwhile, the angelic gatekeepers welcomed group after group of victorious martyrs through the crystal portal…
THE MORE SEASONED DAYDREAMER:
Over 32 years have flown by since the Daydreamer originally gazed out the window in wonder. She completes her daydream only to realize that she never really possessed it…rather it always had possessed her! Let us join her once more at the the first scene and watch as the whole story enfolds…
AND SO… THE DAYDREAMER BEGINS AGAIN…
So that HE might show in the FUTURE AGES the immeasurable wealth of His grace, by means of His goodness to us through CHRIST JESUS.
Ephesians 2:7
CHAPTER 1: THE VISION OF SILVERADO
As the white doves floated down, other multi-colored birds joined them, but the main figure was a pure white one named Basta. Basta transformed into a rather tall being and began to speak, saying, Something must be done. We’ve had enough of this wholesale slaughter. We are being dragged off one by one, family by family, city by city! Our memorial parks are desecrated by being turned into strip mines! Things have become absolutely unbearable! Telleo, you often have the ‘vision of Silverado’. What shall we do?
Telleo was one of the Blackbird Yemimah who was standing nearby. Although his formal name was Téleiós, which meant ‘Perfect’ or ‘Mature’, his given name had become shortened over the years, as names often are, to Telleo. When he was in his bird-form, his feathers were jet-black prisms reflecting flecks of every color, but now, he was deep in thought and his tanned, somber face was like a curtain, completely concealing a mind which was actively engaged in preparing his answer. Once he had it, he suddenly smiled at Basta and remarked unexpectedly, This is a wonderful opportunity!
Well!
sputtered Basta, You never fail to intrigue us, Telleo! You’ve always been unique!
There was some snickering close by and someone whispered, Yes, and some of us would venture to say Just Plain Strange!
Enough, you two,
Basta commanded his two nephews who were identical twins named Hurry-Up and Wait.
I didn’t say it,
protested Wait, It was Hurry-Up! Hurry-Up, you’re ALWAYS getting me into trouble.
Really, Hurry-Up! Under these circumstances, you ought to know better,
scolded Basta.
There were mumbled apologies. Then the group again focused its attention on Telleo as he continued.
"El Pelo Blanco has a great plan in this. We’ve gone on for years enjoying peace. We’ve had some minor hitches, but over all it has been perfect. Silverado has instructed us by His Spirit and His Word. We have learned the powerful story of El Aguila. We live in this remarkable world and know from the first heartbeat to commune with Silverado. Now we have this extraordinary opportunity if we take advantage of it.
It’s true that these ruddy beings, these Edomah are a reckless people, grasping and opportunistic, but here is our first real chance to understand experientially the Mind of El Pelo Blanco by learning to forgive and sacrifice."
Basta groaned as he covered his face with his hand and shook his bowed head slowly… This is mysterious advice indeed-difficult to grasp! But what did I expect? As usual, it’s a mystery… I Hate mysteries!
As he lamented Telleo’s rather unappealing perspective on the matter, there was a sudden ruckus as a red bird elongated rather ungracefully then tripped over a root and knocked into several Yemimah.
Oh Reuben, Where have you been!?
stormed Basta.
Sorry! I got distracted after work and forgot about the meeting. I was nearly home when I remembered we were to meet… Well, Here I am finally! Did I miss anything?
Mysteries and Reuben! What more could I desire in life?
mourned Basta. The others laughed. Reuben was tucking in his shirttails and shoving his wild curly reddish-brown hair out of his face.
Yes, Reuben,
said Basta, You did miss a few things. Telleo says the Edomah have given us a great opportunity and I fail to comprehend any of it.
Telleo proceeded patiently despite so many interruptions and said, Silverado says we are to let them take us. We are to remind them of El Aguila since they have seriously forgotten Him. We are to actively petition on their behalf for them to change and receive the offer of deliverance that El Aguila is offering them. We are to be willing to die to help them. In this way, some of them at least can be rescued. Also, Silverado warns that there are potential traitors among us who may need to be restored.
Basta was stunned, Die trying to help beings like that? Traitors and murderers and thieves! I can see dying to protect our own people, but this idea; it is beyond belief! Would it even work? It almost sounds like the story of Aguila. But that was done. Does it need to be done again?
Telleo responded, "It will never be done again on that scale. That was the Model, the Example. Each new dispensation has different advantages and different difficulties. This terrible trial will complete our practical sanctification. Meanwhile, the ‘Message of Aguila’ that we share with the Edomah will save a number of them. It will also help preserve those who may waver among us as we illustrate it by our love, forgiveness and prayers on their behalf. Through us the Edomah will be brought into contact with the gift of the righteousness of Aguila—they will see it. Righteousness was made available to us and it is available for them. However, they must take hold of it.
"We have had no evil heart or army of diabolical angels to deal with. We just have had hard work and the normal trials and experiences of life, such as growing up, raising families, learning, helping one another in trying times like birth, illness, death. All these things have been handled with El Pelo Blanco’s strength. When we die, we return to Him, and our bodies remain here—their flecks of gold reminding us that some day, even those will be resurrected and made immortal.
Now we shall comprehend more fully the Mind of Silverado as we step into His experiences one by one. We will have more purpose. We have been privileged to believe in El Aguila. Now we shall act like El Aguila and represent Him to truly needy beings. In this way, we shall be brought to maturity in our faith and we shall honor Him and understand His heart. We have no audience but the heavenly one of light and love. There is a better place beyond this temporal one we dwell in of day and night, sickness and death, separation and tears. There is a better place… That is our true home.
The town’s group stared at him astounded. Telleo’s words were inspired and captivating. His ‘Vision of Silverado’ opened their minds to thoughts they’d never imagined before. Basta especially was overcome and declared, "Telleo, I cannot believe it! You make me want to run over to the Edomah and shout, ‘Here I am! Take me!’ The way you present the situation it sounds like suffering for a good cause is the greatest privilege we have ever had."
And that it is…
said Telleo.
Then the group said, We will think carefully on this…
Before they dispersed, though, Reuben said, Telleo, Please tell us one of the stories that Silverado has told you of Los Cielos to cheer us up…
So Telleo began, There is an enormous company of artists there, and as we are formed, Silverado asks each of these artists to design an outer soul garment for us of sparkling colors. At His command, they all run to get their brushes and they dip them into the most fantastic colors beyond the rainbow and the shimmering Golden Splendor. Then once they are done, they rush to show Silverado their ideas. El Pelo Blanco smiles and winks at El Aguila and says, ‘We’ll have to create another world, for I cannot make up My mind. I want them all!’ And the artists all blush with His lavish praise.
The sober little group was quiet and then sighed a collective sigh remarking, How beautiful is the Realm of Los Cielos!
As the group returned stealthily to their respective hideouts to await news of the advancing Edomah troops, Telleo thought to himself, "What do I really know of El Pelo Blanco?"
EL SILVERADO
Sometimes while Telleo was floating over the woods in his dark feathers or wandering below along a sunlit path in the piney woods, a Thought would come. A Thought so strong that It could actually place Itself in his mind. There was within him, outside him, above and below him, in fact all about him and through him yet separate from him, the Very Being of El Pelo Blanco!
But only yesterday, on the last occasion as Telleo was thus superimposed, he had sensed something new, for this time he’d certainly seen as in a Vision…A Reflective Figure who was both composed yet at ease as He sat engaged in thought, peering into… What? What did this Being of Intellect ponder?
That’s when Telleo also realized that there was an enormous crystal portal before the Figure’s gaze. This crystal had many facets like a fine cut jewel. But the Gazer did not need it to see, He merely looked through it. He could see with no aid, with no crystal, with no eyes even. He absorbed everything simultaneously.
Telleo was still at a distance. Mainly he saw the Figure’s back, shoulder and side profile. It was the face and head that initially caught his attention. Completely fascinated, Telleo stepped closer to get a better view. Then he stared in shocked awe as it dawned on him that he was in the very Presence of his working Creator!
El Pelo Blanco’s hair was very white and thick with the silvery sheen of moonlight to it. It fell to just below His shoulders and was nearly straight with only the slightest wave. It was parted in the middle, and swept back casually yet elegantly. His face was mature and had the suggestion of age and wisdom but was in no way haggard or worn out. He appeared lanky, but not gaunt. His nose was thin yet had a distinctive, aristocratic-looking ridge. But His grayish-blue eyes were what most attracted Telleo’s curiosity, for they were riveted on the portal. Then Telleo realized that El Pelo Blanco’s whole concentration was intensely focused on His creation, which included Telleo! Nothing escaped His attention. Everything mattered! He was very serious about the welfare of what He had called into existence. He was a Study in powerful concern, possessed by His meditation and appeared completely lost in thought! He seemed to be eagerly searching and deliberately in pursuit of something as though He was thinking, "It is there, it is there. I will put My finger upon it and make it Mine."
Just then, Silverado’s Face flashed an expression of pensive imagination, unborn creation and sudden delight. With decisive intent, His Voice, a mere whisper (yet how it echoed) proclaimed, There, it is settled. I know what I shall do!
And with that, the Figure leaned back and turned with a smile to the astonished Telleo.
All this occurred as a Thought, as a revelation in Telleo’s mind in a split second of time. But the impression was etched indelibly… the smile and then the Voice, that unmistakable Voice.
"Téleiós, Perfect One, I saw you there behind Me. I’ve heard your concerns about your people, the Yemimah. They are My people, too." And then He’d shared that plan which Telleo had told to his townspeople at the meeting in the woods.
El Pelo Blanco was so cordial that Telleo felt immediately at ease. This was the first visual encounter he’d ever had with this Celestial Being, Who has been described as the Best of all Beings and Heart-knower or Mind-Searcher. One of His short names was Silverado, but He had countless other names. El Pelo Blanco—‘the White-Haired One’ was one of His more formal ones. So many eras and cultures and languages, so many interesting names… He loved them all! Even the animals had names for Him that only He could decipher. Even the plants! Even the molecules! To Him everything was one BIG POSSIBILITY, eternally!
Telleo had been fascinated by Silverado since his early childhood. All the Yemimah children were carefully taught of Him, and His Son—El Aguila, and His Spirit—El Paloma. El Paloma lived with the Yemimah from conception. This was a great change from the last Dispensation whose history included the great rescue of the Adamic Race by El Aguila. It was also a change from the First Dispensation when the Angelic Race rebelled under Luzbel. The fallen Angels and the fallen Adamic race now dwelt in El Lago de Fuego. The Rescued Adamic Race and Preserved Angelic Race dwelt in the ‘New Heavens and Earth’ called the Heavenlies or Los Cielos. Los Cielos was a place uncorrupted by imperfection or evil and would always be kept separate.
The Yemimah were of that fortunate lot who began their physical and spiritual life at the same moment. Therefore, they never inherited a sinful nature to fight with continually—only a malleable, willing heart that became increasingly conformed to the Image of El Aguila. Their character was tried and proven through hardship as they experienced pain, illness, storms, aging, catastrophes and accidents. Silverado purposely allowed these trials to train the Yemimah to look to and depend on Him in every occurrence. Some did not progress as fast as others. Left entirely to themselves, they did not progress much at all. The rate of their progression was greatly influenced by the amount of grace allotted to them. El Paloma took great pleasure in assisting each one.
At the set time, which El Pelo Blanco determined, they were brought up to Los Cielos.
Their world of Yemi in the Under-Universe was much like the last Dispensation’s world before the curse: No animals ate animals, and the people never killed animals for any reason. There were not so many insects. No animal could harm a Yemimah, nor could a Yemimah harm an animal. The climate was less harsh. Although there were seasons, the extreme ones were shorter and milder. There were no poisonous plants, but there were many useful and fragrant herbs.
People might be forgetful, or accidentally careless or not very attuned to the feelings of others because they lacked social graces and manners, but they were not maliciously and deliberately cruel or vengeful to each other. Most Yemimah were very good-natured and this went a long way in smoothing over the rough spots in relationships.
Theirs was an agrarian society; it was a simple life. The people were not prolific and rarely lived beyond 85 years. There was no electricity or technology. Medicine was not advanced. It was a life geared to assist the Yemimah to keep on the right track and get Home to Los Cielos.
Telleo often thought of the differences among the dispensations. He was so grateful for the Perfect Writings and that El Paloma had been pleased to be with him from his earliest moment of existence. Now the whole Yemiman Race was being tested with fire by the Edomic invasion. Would they rise to the occasion? Could they possibly fail in their assigned mission? Could he possibly fail?
Telleo had just turned 38 years old… His shoulder-length hair, which was partially pulled back and secured with a strap, was mostly brown, but there was some grey scattered here and there. He knelt by his bed with his hands reverently resting on one of the many manuscripts, which composed La Palabra del Silverado. My Dear Silverado,
he pled, Please encourage and strengthen me and all my people. Do not let us fail You!
Open your eyes and look…
was the whisper of El Paloma. So he did this and saw… "If God be for you, who can be against you?
Thanks, replied Telleo with a smile to His unseen Companion,
Well, I guess I should go to bed now." But he lay awake and since he couldn’t sleep, he chatted a while with Silverado and together they thought back over Telleo’s life. …
CHAPTER 2: TELLEO, TESORO AND SOPHIA
Telleo thought of his father who had died when he was 17. He thought of his mother, Sophia, who had run a small boarding house at their farm and taken in wash and done sewing and babysitting to support her family of two sons. Lately, her health had become less robust, and now he cared for her in his home. Then Telleo sadly remembered his older brother, Tesoro, who’d been killed accidentally about seven years after his father’s death when a large tree limb fell on him during a storm…
Both brothers had been in their mid-twenties and often discussed their many plans to marry wives and raise families and be uncles and dads. However, that was not to be. They had been working as lumberjacks that hot summer. When their work crew saw thunderclouds gathering, the group began to disperse in different directions to find shelter. But as the storm struck, its fierce winds damaged a tree, hurling down one of the main limbs across the brothers’ path. Telleo managed to leap to safety, but Tesoro was knocked backwards and pinned beneath several of the tree’s heavy branches…
Telleo still remembered rushing with another worker to Tesoro’s side. They could barely budge the limb but managed to shift some of its weight off Tesoro’s lower chest so he could breathe easier. They wedged it up to keep it from lying so heavily, but they could not move it off alone and they did not dare to drag Tesoro out from under the branches on his thighs and ankles. The other man ran to find help while Telleo, feeling completely helpless, knelt by Tesoro cradling his head in one hand and trying to protect and encourage him. The storm, though passing, still raged overhead. Tesoro was in extreme discomfort and from time to time he would pass out from pain; then he would rally a minute only to moan and groan and lose consciousness again. Telleo was terrified by the storm, but loyalty and love kept him close to Tesoro.
After the gale passed, there was a silence as eerie as a cautious truce. Telleo recalled the last few words they exchanged. Tesoro’s panic had subsided and he suddenly looked rather calm. Then he with a great deal of effort exclaimed to his brother, I saw Him, Telleo!
Who?
Silverado… He spoke to me. Telleo, He is wonderful.
Tesoro, do you mean, El Pelo Blanco? That Silverado? The One you speak of so often?
Yes, He wants me to come home to the Family.
Please don’t say that Tesoro! I need you. Mother needs you, here, now…
The separation won’t be long… Silverado says…
Where your ‘tesoro’ is… there will your …"
The voice faded. Telleo tapped Tesoro’s arm lightly not wishing to further injure him, but he knew that Tesoro had died. In his mind he completed the verse, learned so long ago, ‘Where your tesoro (treasure) is, there will your heart be also.’ A tear slid down his cheek and splashed on his brother’s pale face, which no longer grimaced in agony. As he gazed down he saw his brother’s spirit rise up. There was a gentle smile on Tesoro’s lips which mouthed an I love you and will miss you all!
Telleo felt a swish as the spirit transformed into a beautiful translucent bird shape whose wings shone with opalescent hues. He watched this magnificent being fly up and up then vanish with a brilliant FLASH through a crystalline portal as radiant as a fine cut-diamond!
Telleo waited for help to arrive. His hand rested against his brother’s cheek with its remaining warmth. Near Tesoro’s body, a pool of golden blood stained the ground. The dark afternoon storm clouds had dissipated and the rays of the setting sun reflected off the burnished patch making it a polished mirror. As he sat waiting, he pondered Silverado’s message to him, "Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."
Tesoro had been about 2 years his senior. When he was alive he would sometimes speak of Silverado very personally, as though he had just finished a conversation with Him or like Silverado was still in the room with him! Telleo didn’t know what to make of all this, but he always loved, believed and respected his brother. Thus, through his brother’s comments, Telleo nearly felt he’d had these conversations, too, so familiar did he become with the Name, Silverado. But now, his brother had died and he was left here alone regretting that he’d not been more inquisitive about spiritual matters while his brother was available to answer his questions.
After that terrible day, Telleo tried to resume his normal life but he couldn’t concentrate on anything except his brother’s passing and Silverado. He always seemed distracted and the other Yemimah began to wonder if he was ‘all there’. They were compassionate, however, for they knew how close the brothers were and how great Telleo’s shock had been. Even Sophie felt as though she’d lost both sons that sad day, but in her wise way she waited till Telleo wanted to talk.
Telleo finally did talk about a week after Tesoro was lovingly buried. Mother,
he said earnestly, I want to learn. I want to comprehend why these things occur. Some of us live a long life, others so short…
These are normal questions that all Yemimah ask,
Sophie responded, but it’s harder for us this time because Tesoro left us behind. We miss him terribly, yet there was One who missed him more than we could and that was Silverado. It shows great restraint for El Pelo Blanco to not immediately bring us all home. And there are other friends and relatives who want us in Los Cielos as well, for example, your father. It will all make sense some day.
Sophie continued… Now we have another ally there. Tesoro is safely home and resting. We are still on guard duty. This is our watch. We must learn to await Silverado’s perfect timing in all things and never run ahead. Tell me again Tesoro’s last words.
Telleo again related them, He said he saw Silverado and that He was wonderful. He said that Silverado said we would not be separated long. He said that Silverado said to me, that where my ‘tesoro’ was, there my heart would also be. He died saying that, then he transformed. I could see his spirit. He smiled, Mother, and said he loved us and would miss us.
Sophie sobbed at this last personal message which she had expected to give to her child and not vice versa. She cried, but in her very sorrow, she believed that somehow, eventually, Silverado would make all these things work together for their good. As she dabbed her pretty eyes with her lacey hanky, Telleo gently laid his hand on her shoulder and patted it. He remarked, Now we understand many things that we could never understand before.
From that time on, only the soles of Telleo’s feet remained in Yemi… The rest of him was somewhere in the heavenly places!
One day, nearly a year after his brother’s death, Telleo was ambling through a hilly, woodsy area east of the town when all at once he felt accompanied! He saw nothing so he continued on, stopping at a spring to get a drink. Then he went to the other side of the faint, mossy trail where there was a rather large stone on which he sat with his back against a smooth barked tree. It was a pleasant early summer day in the month of Esther. Since it was midday, he decided to eat his lunch there. The birds were singing, the breeze was lifting and settling the fresh green leaves. He felt like the entire world was inhaling and exhaling the herbal scented wind currents. He smiled at the little birds. (These were not Yemimah, but were regarded affectionately in a similar manner to how the last dispensation’s Adamic race might have regarded a little monkey or playful chimp. The bird species had some outward similarities to the Yemimah but were inwardly entirely different.)
The day was warm and as Telleo rested on the rock, a great weariness overcame him. His head nodded downward with the peace of his surroundings and he briefly fell asleep. While asleep, he again sensed a Presence. Once more he saw nothing, but this time the perception was very strong and he even heard his name! Téleiós, ‘Perfect One’…
His eyes flashed open and he looked about. Who is there?
he said… and when he heard no answer, he mumbled to himself, I must get a grip! I’m imagining things!
For poor Telleo was not unaware of the sincere concern the Yemimah had about his mental well-being. There were times he had the same concerns!
Then he heard music, a hum, a vibration perhaps, but more than this, it was a Harmony, a rhythm and IT connected everything: the birds, the wind, the leaves, the spring bubbling nearby, his breath, his very heart beat and pulse! Again he sensed the Presence. This time he asked tentatively, Who’s there? Are You, Silverado?
And he sensed in his being the Answer, Yes, I AM…
Up until that moment, Telleo had always prayed at El Pelo Blanco. He always had talked about and knew about Him, believed in Him. But this was a deeper experience like his brother had told him of. Telleo realized with a shock that not only did Silverado exist, (He was no fairy tale.) but he, Telleo, had just spoken to Him and Silverado had heard and responded!
Telleo was rendered speechless by this revelation. He was embarrassed that he’d not been more attentive before. He felt very small and was a bit worried. He’d never been an unbeliever, but he’d only been a ‘little faith’ believer. He suddenly felt so inadequate. What must he have been thinking all those years?!
His scrambled thoughts raced in his head. He’d never demanded answers from Silverado. He’d never blamed Him for anything. He’d always been curious about Him, but after years of wondering, he’d begun to think about worldly concerns. Life was not as clear-cut as when he was a young boy with his imaginative, caring, outgoing brother. Then in near terror, he realized he’d basically left his Guest standing on the doorstep, unwelcomed and ungreeted!
Excuse me, Lord!
he stammered. Then with a further shock, he realized he was still sitting up on the rock, not bowing or showing any type of respect! Oh this is awful!
he thought, If only I knew where He was!
With that, Telleo cautiously slipped off the rock and turned about as deftly as possible to kneel beside it; he covered the back of his head with his hands as though expecting a chastisement. Then he thought perhaps even this was impudent and slowly slid completely off the rock in a rather ungainly manner and huddled prostrate on the ground.
After this, he felt more than heard a musical vibration. It was very pleasant. It was a delighted chuckle. A Warmth spread through him and a sense of relief.
Do not be afraid, Telleo, My dear son. Sit back up on your rock. I AM here, before you and here within you…
echoed a Second Voice. And here, all around you and at your right hand!
echoed a Third."
At this the sweaty, dust-covered Telleo cautiously returned to his rock and sat up straight as though starched. He was VERY alert now. He was still worried but was beginning to calm down. Even if he had wished to speak, no words would have come…
The Voices continued speaking back and forth, "Let us introduce Ourselves to him. We are One, We are the Elohim: El Pelo Blanco—‘All about you’, El Paloma—‘Within you’, El Aguila—‘Before you and at your right hand!’ We are Silverado, your Creator and your Lord. We care for your people, the Yemimah. We care about you. We want you all to know that everything you experience, think or care about is of utmost importance to Us. We have all the TIME. We made TIME. We have all the POWER. We are POWER. We are everywhere at once. We surround and pervade Our creation and are always aware of every tear, and every pain, and every question."
There was a pause as the Voices consulted with each other. It is too much for him,
They said. He is tiring…
So They told Telleo, "We will be as One now, ‘just’ Silverado, but it will be El Paloma Who stays to speak to and comfort you. He will teach, guide and protect you as He always has. But, We will all visit you or you will visit Us and We are All Silverado. Good-bye for now. Tesoro sends his greetings. He requested that We give you a kiss and a hug for him."
At this, Telleo felt a gentle hug and warmth on his left cheek. At the unexpected mention of his brother’s name, an involuntary tear spilled down this same cheek and he swallowed the lump in his throat and blinked away his other tears.
We love you, too, Téleiós, and this is from Us…
This time he sensed the lightest pressure as though hands were on his shoulders and warmth on his forehead that glowed both inward and outward. Then he heard something like a sigh and the Voices were gone!
The sun was still very warm on him, but now he experienced the warmth of an inward fire as well. He sat there thoughtfully, wondering if he’d really just imagined it all. He was too overwhelmed to get up and as he sat staring toward the spring, he drifted back to sleep under the influence of the swaying boughs and sweetly scented breeze and cheery, singing birds. It was the mildest sleep he’d had in months. Over and over in his dreams the whole scenario replayed itself and as he slept, two angelic guards stood watch over him.
About half an hour later, he awoke. The sun had descended to its mid-afternoon position and the clouds were gathering slowly. He was glad he’d chosen a less trodden path. No one ever came this way, so he felt quite assured that no one had noticed his time sprawled on the ground, nor even his nap.
He glanced down at his clothes which were dusty and rumpled with bits of dried grass on them. Even his hair had pieces of grass stubble and pine needles in it! His face was smudged from the dust and his sweat and tears. "What a mess I am, he thought.
I’d better go over to the spring and straighten up. Such odd thoughts and dreams! Sometimes I think I’m losing my mind!"
As he started toward the small pool and was considering all these things, again there came a strange sensation as though a swirling, thrilling wave passed through him. "What was that? he wondered,
This pressure, this insistence… I am Not alone! Who are You? What are You? Then he remembered the dreams and he thought,
They were no dreams. It’s happening again! But this time he was a little more composed and he tried to recall the words.
El Paloma. It must be El Paloma… but They are All Silverado."
He’d arrived at the pool across from the rock. He was not afraid this time nor even worried. He knelt at the pool’s edge and with a scoop of water he rinsed his dirt-streaked face and washed his hands. The heavy pleasant sensation remained. He felt content, full and at peace. He spontaneously lifted his arms towards the treetops, with his palms outstretched and opened his mouth to say, ‘Thank You.’ To his great astonishment, out poured a most musical sound, almost a chant! It was effervescent and joyful and harmonized exactly with his mood. As this evaporated into a silent vibration throughout the sky and woods, he continued in his own language, I thank You, ‘Best of all Beings’ for concerning Yourself about me and my people. I thank You, ‘Knower of Hearts’. I thank You, ‘One Who comes along side to help and stay with me forever’! Mind-Searcher! Intercessor! El Paloma! My dear Silverado! …
And once more his tongue, soul and spirit took over and his mind could not keep up with them!
A fine, misty rain, warm and agreeable, had begun to fall and Telleo rose to his feet to retrace his steps home. As he left the woods and started across the meadow, the late afternoon sun burst through the lowering skies before him. The mizzling rain continued, making the field grasses and flowers all look beaded, fresh and mystical. The sun shone through the drops and gave everything an ethereal light.
As he approached the edge of town, which was located up on a hill, he noticed people standing out under the shop awnings on the eastside boardwalks gazing towards the meadow. Just then they saw his wet, shiny figure that seemed to be returning from another world since the setting sun’s rays illumined him against the retreating blackness of the storm. When he got closer, they called down, Did you see the beautiful rainbow over the meadows near the woods?
He said, No.
But you must have. You were right there!
Again he said, No,
but this time he added that everything had been extremely beautiful there. Then it occurred to him that he’d been walking along in the midst of that very rainbow!
That night at supper Telleo told his mom, Sophie, everything that had transpired. She, of course, was ‘all ears’. The part about Tesoro especially had interested her.
From that point on, Telleo began spending even more time in the woods and fields and along the river. The other Yemimah left him alone. He walked too far and too fast for them to keep up anyhow. Telleo went to the woods for protection as well, for whenever these sensations and moods came upon him, he could do little but drop whatever he was doing and respond to them. This, he was sure would be totally misconstrued by others. He also fell into trances way too easily for his liking and yet, it was his spiritual conversations that soon became all he lived for.
Only Sophia understood what had really occurred, for Telleo hesitated to tell anyone else of his experience near the spring. His apparent affliction made him good for little practical work for a few years. He redeemed this time, however, by spending hours pouring over the ancient manuscripts called La Palabra del Silverado. These were the special Perfect Writings of the last dispensation. They were Theopneustos—‘God-Breathed’ and Eternal. They told the moving story of El Aguila.
All Yemimah knew much of them by heart. Their civilization was built on them. It was a civilization built on love and kindness as well as righteousness. There was no war, no greed, no treachery, no lying, and no theft. No one deliberately offended another. People were not suspicious or jealous. All Yemimah progressed from one level of spiritual enlightenment to another till they reached the point that Silverado came to bring them home. Some Yemimah knew Silverado better than others, but all were brought home because through El Paloma, they always were connected to Him. He would typically lead them by the hand from their dimension to Los Cielos, so they would not be afraid. Some Yemimah, like Telleo, habitually walked hand in hand with Silverado and death held no terror for them.
As Telleo read the Perfect Writings, what was once simply a lovely story, a historic tale of ages past, became a living thing to him. These words, each one, became powerful and dynamic. They engaged his mind and captivated him. The first few experiences he had overwhelmed him… There was such a torrent of information. If he touched a passage, he could almost feel it transform into a living energy. His thought patterns would be expanded and he’d instantly fall into a meditative state. Then in the blink of an eye, this would pass. These encounters with the Living Truth were a bit unsettling, but so enchanting, so magnetic, that he finally entrusted himself to Silverado and did not quench Him. He stopped trying to figure things out logically and did not defend himself. Then they got on well together and began to have long conversations, even two-way conversations. Telleo NEVER took these for granted but gradually became accustomed to Silverado’s unpredictable, spontaneous and (from Telleo’s point of view) nearly eccentric plans.
Having become fully persuaded of Silverado’s trustworthiness, Telleo was now loyally knit to Him and thought he would gladly die for or do anything for His Creator, so much did he worship and adore as his Hero this magnificent Eternal Being. One day, Silverado shared a precious secret with him and it was this: that when El Aguila died on behalf of the Adamic Race, He had cheerfully, some might even say extravagantly, also purchased righteousness for a multitude of yet-to-be-created souls—more numerous than the sands of the seashore! Telleo’s possession of innocence and childlike faith had been part of that sacrifice and purchase. Telleo wept tears of joy over this. He’d always loved the beautiful story of El Aguila. Now he grasped how individualized it was for him. He, Telleo, had been created perfect in the righteousness of El Aguila. He had never sinned and never would sin. Any imperfection was covered. He’d never rebelled and never would. His was a justification that began at conception.
After that, Telleo studied the stories of El Aguila’s life and death so fervently that the pages became worn and stained with tears upon tears. These pages of Living Truth were reverently touched, even kissed, and often Telleo would fall sound asleep with his cheek against the most Beloved Name in the Cosmos. This Being was his Creator, but now furthermore, this Being had revealed Himself to Telleo as his Personal Rescuer - his Hero: El Salvador (his Saviour), El Conquistador (his Conqueror), El Ganador (his Winning Representative) in every challenge, and El Vencedor (The Victor) over sin and death!
Sophie often watched her son. With a mother’s intuition she withheld judgment. He’s working through something important,
she assured herself. Many nights she would often find him collapsed in sleep on the manuscripts. She’d turn his lamp down low and if she could not stir him to get him to bed, she’d just cover his shoulders with a shawl. She smiled to herself remembering how as a little boy he’d fall asleep with his head on his supper plate. Once she turned his light down too low and it went out. To her amazement, she saw a Soft Glow hovering about him like Silvery moonlight. And to her surprise and joy, she heard a reassuring, low Voice say in nearly a whisper, Sophie, Dear Daughter, what a sweet little mother you are. It’s okay. You can be at peace. Go ahead to bed. I will watch over him tonight and every night. We both love him… Do we not?
Sophie, recognizing Silverado’s Voice, just smiled, too overwhelmed with gratitude to form a syllable. But she sensed such love and calm that she slept well and enjoyed the most delightful, happy dreams all night. They reminded her of the optimistic, creative dreams of childhood when her whole world of security and love was defined by the strong, protective arms of her father and the comforting, guiding arms of her mother.
Another year passed… Because of Sophie’s interest and compassion, her son often shared with her what he was thinking and experiencing. Telleo would gladly have shared with others, but he remembered how hard it had been for him to understand Tesoro’s words and he was concerned that the others similarly would not grasp his. He consoled himself by writing down in a rather cryptic way, his experiences. Eventually some of his friends began to be curious about his solitary walks and strange behavior. Telleo had often avoided being with them but now he was not so worried. He knew what he knew and ‘Whom’ he knew, and as his confidence in Silverado grew, he began once more to associate with his people, the Yemimah. They in turn became reassured that he wasn’t crazy or mentally ill and began listening to him with first a casual and then a great interest.
He shyly explained his theories and experiences to them and began to be a bit of a celebrity. But he hated the limelight and never became proud. Instead, he made time to talk with small groups of people and would even take some along with him into the woods to show them where various things had occurred. He addressed the congregations at Yemimah Assemblies and the social leaders when invited by them. He emphasized repeatedly that the invitation from Silverado was open to each and every Yemimah to have just as close a relationship as he had.
His days were now socially active and productive. The studies he had labored on alone with Silverado had become concise and practical writings which were eventually published in small pamphlets. These were much appreciated by his townspeople and even other towns’ people gladly purchased them. Still Telleo kept his perspective and didn’t get sidetracked since he daily kept in step with Silverado. While he was privately walking or writing or during a restless night, he and Silverado would lovingly recite together the names of every being that Telleo knew. This became their nightly tradition. It was much more pleasing than repeating a stale prayer over and over, for this was fresh and sweet. At night they sat, spiritual foreheads touching, spiritual hands held in Spiritual Hands, eyes closed, but never more aware. There was just their unified breath and the shared mental image of each dear face. Thus together they wished an entire slice of society well. Every night, Telleo’s last breath was praying breath and his first conscious breath was a Good morning!
to Silverado and, What’s on Your agenda for us today?
Telleo learned to not speak nor act without inquiring what Silverado’s opinion was on the matter. He had become so like El Aguila that it appeared they thought and spoke in unison. People often remarked that it was Telleo who inspired them to pursue having ‘Great Faith’ and press on towards maturity as believers.
Thus it was that the many people he influenced and all the little children whom he loved so much became his family. His mother was held in high regard by all, although, she being very humble was quite embarrassed by the attention. She did take great pleasure in seeing her son mentally and physically fit, however. As he approached his 33rd year, Telleo found himself on the outskirts of middle age. He had lived on his own for three years. Since his mother’s stamina at age 65 was beginning to decline, he suggested that they rent out their little farm and offered to move to a slightly larger place so she could stay with him in town. She really did not wish to leave her home but since she saw no alternative at that time, she agreed. At least, we have not sold the farm,
she consoled herself privately. There is still a chance I may return…
Although Telleo knew a number of women and treated them all with utmost respect and kindness, he rarely contemplated marriage and starting a family. Those dreams had died with Tesoro, and Telleo had convinced himself that he was content enough. After all, he loved Silverado, he loved his mom and the townspeople and he loved Silverado’s creation. He decided that he’d found his niche. Everything was fine. He wasn’t lonely or bored and planned to just continue a peaceful, ‘predictable’ life of bachelorhood and representing Silverado. Little did he know that a new adventure awaited him… for Silverado had other plans, many other plans! …
CHAPTER 3: ZOE
There was a gregarious lady, named Zoe, who’d worked hard to help her older brother and father after the death of her mother when she was 14 years old. She’d never gotten around to marrying and was used to living on the simplest fare. She was a diligent girl, clever, with a tremendous sense of humor,
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