1. INDRA, accept at break of day our Soma mixt with roasted corn, With groats with cake, with eulogies. 2. Accept, O Indra, and enjoy the well-dressed sacrificial cake: Oblations are poured forth to thee. […]
This is a journal syncing truth across disciplines, time, writings and beliefs, in an effort to translate human knowledge into a rational, coherant story using everyday atheistic language and the scientific method. That written, my hope is to free Jesus' teachings from those who whore his name (or at least the Greek translation of his name). You may as well know up front.
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