From: noahidebooksforever@gmail.com   
      
   Zionistya in Progress   
      
   'Yes,' said Abraham. 'There. Against the stairwell.'   
      
   The mover knocked in a nail, and hung the picture of Mt Sinai in glory,   
   thunder and lightning flashing all round, up on the wall against the stairwell.   
      
   'Fine,' said Sarah. 'I don't really mind it being there I suppose.'   
      
   'Keep calm. We have no specific place for it at the new address. It should   
   do,' replied Abraham.   
      
   Sarah looked out the window at the city of Zionistya. 'It's the permanent   
   place, I think. This one. Probably were we will settle. Televere was   
   interesting, but angelic realm status is the place we need to be. Michael has   
   afforded this for us, and Gabriel    
   and Jesus have proved popular enough with angelic Noahidism that we are going   
   to be ok here now. We can afford this much in life Abraham. We have risen to   
   what we can achieve.'   
      
   'The Realm of Eternity would have been nice. Even Eternya, but this seems to   
   be what God wants. Made for us. Our ability of rising from the ashes and   
   finding our place in the world at the end of our planetary sojourns.'   
      
   'It will do,' replied Sarah. 'And Zionistya is growing and progressing. Much   
   of our way of life in Hebrew communities is well mapped out now. The agendas   
   are developing well and solidifying.'   
      
   'Indeed they are,' replied Abraham. Later that day Abraham was looking at the   
   copy of the magazine they had been discussing recently. 'Zionistya in   
   Progress. The Realm of Zionistya had found and established itself now, and   
   while they had been humbled,    
   their angelic membership, from their former posts of glory, they had sank but   
   found solid enough matter in Zionistya, and were stabilizing. Michael was wont   
   to comment at times that Zionistya had a strong feeling of being 'Home' which   
   Abraham himself    
   also had noticed. They had a sanctuary in the realms, and it was perfectly   
   fine. They would keep it. They would work with it. All would be well.   
      
   'Now don't rebuke Ambriel for his excitement over dinosaur wrestling. The   
   passion is quite established in them now. It's something Jewish people are   
   good at and have a genuine interest in, and the celts and aryans don't object   
   to this terribly much. It    
   is something we can celebrate, so don't be too dismissive. You know well the   
   troubles we always have on racial issues, and they accept us in this sport, so   
   be sensitive.'   
      
   'Wouldn't dream of judging David for his fun,' replied Abraham.   
      
   Ambriel showed up that evening, and they dined, and chatted, and that night,   
   while Abraham lied gazing at the heavens above, Sarah asleep next to him, he   
   understood, despite the multivarious challenges which had seemed neverending,   
   finally, finally,    
   things were working out for good for Israel. Finally.   
      
   The End   
      
      
   Ruth 30   
      
   Chapter One   
      
   Ruth was in northern Paradision, up past the northern roads of town, in a   
   playing field parkland area. She had risen early that morning, had breakfast,   
   left Boaz's breakfast on the table with a note she would be out for a while,   
   and left. She had walked    
   through the town, stopping at one of the cafes to buy a latte and some slices,   
   and continued on, up north, to the edge of town, then further along the road   
   to a parkland area, gone aside, finished her latte, sat in the shed in the   
   park, on a public bench,   
    and stared at the parkland. She had been sitting there all morning, shifting   
   her butt from time to time when it grew uncomfortable, staring at the grass   
   for the most part. There was a public tap just in the shed, and she filled her   
   empty latte cup with    
   water, finished her slices, and stood and walked out into the grass, sipping   
   on the water. There were large trees just to the north of her, and she was all   
   alone, a bare car driving by, quiet, in a world of her own. She looked down at   
   the ground and    
   noticed the ants. She studied them for a while. There they were, going about   
   their business of gathering food while the weather was good, and then they   
   would be back to their nest, to see out another night most likely. She was not   
   an expert in ants. What    
   they did was still something of a mystery to her. She and Boaz didn't talk   
   much these days. That was the current issue. She called it an issue. She   
   didn't call it a problem. Boaz didn't think it was a problem. It was more like   
   they had discussed life a    
   long time, reached their conclusions, and that was the end of the matter. That   
   is what they had come to, the simple life in Paradision, and that was that.   
   Boaz worked, Ruth took care of the home, they had visitors from time to time   
   for chats and meals,    
   and that was life. Ruth guessed that that was the sum and total of the   
   blessings from Hashem. That he had worked through them, and given them what   
   they needed. She looked at the grass, and the fence of the parkland, and   
   walked over to it. She leaned    
   against it, and sipped the last bits of her water. She took it all in.   
   Standard Televeran parkland. Nothing out of the ordinary. It would do.   
      
      
   Chapter Two   
      
   It was 3 weeks later. She was back. She had her sketchbook, and was sitting on   
   the bench in the parkland. She was drawing the basic scene in front of her,   
   not attempting it with all her skill. After she had completed the rough, she   
   used the colour    
   pencils and coloured it up a little. After a couple of hours she had completed   
   her work. She signed it. Then she returned home, walking steadily. She showed   
   it to Boaz that night. He commented that it was competent enough, but hardly a   
   masterpiece. That    
   was a satisfactory response. The following day she returned to the parkland,   
   and did the next page. Slightly different angle. She tried a little bit harder   
   this time. She showed it to Boaz that evening who said it was an improved   
   effort. She nodded to    
   herself. Yes, she thought. I see where he is coming from. She spoke to Boaz   
   the following evening.   
      
   'I am going to Temple on the northern continent.'   
      
   He accepted that.   
      
   A few months later she was at the main Temple on Televere. She came into the   
   temple. It was a quiet afternoon. She sat down in the back, and looked up at   
   the stone decalogue on the wall.   
      
   'Ok,' she said to God. 'It's very predictable. Their responses. They are very   
   predictable. Boring as fuck, Almighty God, because of it. Same old rational   
   and logical way of looking at life, predictable hebrew schmucks. Boring   
   perfectionists with not much    
   alternative viewpoint in their makeup.   
      
   God remained silent. She returned home the following day.   
      
      
   Chapter Three   
      
      
   [continued in next message]   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)