Part 4: Escaping Atlantis

This episode is an unscheduled, urgent stop on the path toward showing that true science can be a gateway to the Divine. Here, we dive deeper into the heart of Daheshist Revelation — and into the wounded soul of Lebanon, my country of birth and the cradle of my earliest memories. It is a brutally honest reflection, drawn from the writings of Doctor Dahesh, whose name remains — tragically — anathema to many descendants of those he once sought to deliver from the yoke of sectarianism. This is not just a spiritual meditation. It’s a wake-up call — and a lifeline, cast by one who witnessed what Doctor Dahesh had unveiled.

Episode Transcript

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The Danishist Theory of Reincarnation, Partfour, Escaping Atlantis Miracles on thirty fourth

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Street, one evening sometime in nineteeneighty three in New York City, Doctor
Dash, who had been working fora while at his desk in the bedroom,
asked me to bring him the large, and I do mean large block
of Bulgarian feta cheese we had inthe refrigerator, along with one authentic Lebanese

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style pewter bread loaf out of thewhole stack of fresh loaves that had been
brought back from one of the MiddleEastern bakeries in Queen's, New York.
So, overlooking the fact the blockof feta cheese weighed around two pounds,
he simply wanted to enjoy a lightsnack with none of the usual accompaniments,
namely onion and sometimes olives and babydill pickles. Besides, with a large

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stack of newspapers he had wedged betweenthe table lamp and the wall. On
the one hand, and by theway he read and annotated thirteen newspapers every
day, and on the other hand, the Princess phone, which was the
ideal size for such limited desktop realestate. His diary notes and what have
you, there was barely room forthe food, speaking of which I remember

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once in nineteen seventy nine, DoctorDash was sitting at the kitchen table in
Beirut and two Dashists were having alively discussion about diet and health. I
was making my way up the stairsthat led to the shower enclosure located atop
the Nanny Palace, home of theDash's mission, and I could hear one
of the Dashists, a medical doctor, espousing strong views about eating eggs.

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Doctor Deahesh, whom I could spyfrom above, quietly interjected something that almost
went unnoticed. He said an Arabicor hadiyaku kushi, which translates into one
should eat everything. And as Iinterpreted it, and based on what I
personally witnessed doctor Dansh eat, whichbelieve it or not, included on extremely

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rare occasions big max and whoppers,one should maintain a balanced diet. In
fact, here's an audio excerpt inwhich we hear doctor Dash himself recounting what
he had said to Samue Roska,whom you might remember from episode three when
the latter invited him over for ameal at the hotel where he was staying
Robin. I went to his place. He told him what I have to

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eat. Here's what I like toeat, vegetables, for example, ryag
plant, tomatoes, barbecued meat.You got it, samu Roska says to
doctor Dash. He told him,sounds great, So he brought meat and
what have you. Where's he gonnaprepare all that stuff? And he can't

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invite me to a restaurant. Thatway it'll be cheaper for him. So
we ended up on the rooftop ofthe hotel on top and I'll stop the
story here otherwise we'll really get sidetracked. And after all, this is a
samu Roska story in any case,and fast forward back to the apartment on

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thirty fourth Street. I watched himslice off a bite sized piece of feta
cheese with a knife cratelet in asmall wedge. He tore off from the
loaf of pewter bread, put itin his mouth and savor it. He
thanked me and I went back tomy drafting table to continue my work.
At the time, I was stilla student at the Pratt Institute, where

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I was majoring an architecture. Aftera short while, he called me again,
asking for more bread. I mustadmit I was surprised that he was
able to consume so much bread inso little time. Again, and to
the uninitiated, we are not talkingabout the Americanized version of the Peter loaf.

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Back in the day, I rememberthe only kind of Peter bread we
could buy was called Joseph's Peter Bread. It wasn't bad, but let's face
it, industrially produced Peter bread isa far cry from its authentic I can
now die happy bakery fresh counterpart,and these loaves are anywhere between ten to
twelve inches in diameter, and they'revery filling. So you can imagine my

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surprise as doctor Dehesh kept requesting anconsuming one loaf after another. While so
glad you asked, the block ofcheese was fast disappearing. The whole thing
began to feel as though it werea put up job, almost bordering on
the comical. Eventually he would consumeeleven loaves of bread and the entire block

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of feta cheese. I even rememberthinking to myself, what's gotten into him?
I've never seen me eat this much. But then it occurred to me
that what I had just witnessed mighthave been another miracle. Though on the
surface, there might not be anythingparticularly miraculous about eating eleven large loaves of
bread and a massive block of fetacheese with enough salt and fat content to

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kill a horse, let alone amere mortal and one sitting besides pie and
hot dog eating contests testified to thefact human beings are capable of amazing feats.
Then again, given his state ofhealth and physical stature, the doctor
Dahesh I knew should have killed oversomething wasn't adding up anyway. I went
back to the kitchen to get backthe tray so that I can clear his

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desk from the empty plates and utensils, and headed straight back to the bedroom
where what are you kidding me?As I live and breathe, all eleven
loaves and the massive block of cheesehad been restored. It was as though
he had never eaten them. Iwas a gait once I realized what had
happened, I kept on walking,shaking my head in both belief and disbelief,

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while he yet again was doing hisbest not to act like the cat
who just swallowed the canary. Butthen I remembered hearing stories of him consuming
an ordinate amount of food to feedthose in need. In other words,
whatever he would consume would materialize inthe bellies of a select few hungry people.

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But up until that point I wasnever clear on whether that was some
made up urban legend. This miraculousincident was to me the clincher that lent
credence to this story. Then,and this is when things really got interesting.
He surprised me with the mother ofall non sequiturs, if ever there

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was one, and asked, doyou think President Reagan would give us a
piece of land so that we mightbuild our city on it? Here I
felt that doctor Dehsh was more thanlikely testing me to see if I would
be naive enough to believe that RonaldReagan, who was the President of the
United States at the time, wouldor could ever just up and bestow such

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a gift upon the dahecists in theshort exchange between doctor Desh and my eldest
brother Chikri. Schickri first says,the Americans, for sure, doctor,
are smart. They weren't born yesterday. They are formidable. Doctor Dehsh replied

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the Americans. They are the mostformidable period. But the Americans are formidable
in every sense of the word.And so back to this hypothetical scenario in
which Reagan would just up and givethe Dashists land upon which to build a
city. And though I truly believedin miracles, in fact, I just

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finished witnessing one just a minute ago, I thought to myself, Yeah,
nah, I don't think so.That will never happen in a million years.
But I didn't say anything, andwith that, Doctor Dash went back
to work while I cleared his deskfrom the miraculously restored block of cheese and
eleven loaves of bread. As Iwas about to exit the room and step

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into the hallway, irresolute, DoctorDash suddenly but softly made a proclamation that
threw me for a loop and stoppedme dead in my tracks for a brief
moment, which felt like an eternityas I froze in the doorway before coming
to, as it were, andresuming my short trip back to the kitchen.

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His words forever etched in my minda divine prophecy that I have no
doubt will come true one day.I will reveal to you in moments what
he told me, but for now, I just want to emphasize that he
had clearly read my thoughts. Again, like that one time, I was
reading a passage in a book inArabic and came across a word bulbul or

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nightingale, which is a songbird species. I had one growing up, which
I'd raced from a chick, andwho was absolutely loyal to me. We
were inseparable. His cage was neverclosed. He would open his wings and
begin to sing every time I returnedfrom school. For years, everything was
grand until the day the rhesus monkeyshowed up. Don't ask, this was

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me root. I even remember myfather coming in with a chimpanzee one day,
but he didn't last long on accountof the damage he caused, starting
with flinging the huge oblong flower potthat was sitting on the balcony ledge overboard.
Luckily no one was killed, butthe thing that really irked my dad

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was the fact the chimp broke hisexpensive Zeiss binoculars again. He lived in
the entertainment district of Beirut. Wehad hotels, bars and nightclubs galore,
and in fact, the only reallife seals I'd ever seen were in a
trailer that was parked in our neighborhoodand the building next door housed all the
employees and visiting stage acts, includingone charismatic foreign animal trainer who lived wait

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for it, with a big chimpanzee. Now and just to proof to you
that Hollywood doesn't just make stuff up. And in a tale reminiscent of Edgar
Allen Poe's The Murders in the RueMorgue one evening, this bad boy decided
to go out for a vertical stroll, and he scaled the building and landed
a few floors above where the twowomen nightclub performers, also foreign you can

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tell because they screamed and swore inEnglish, had locked themselves up in their
bathroom for safety and began to callfor help through the bathroom window. For
hours, all of us watch andhorror, actually not really, as his
handler kept calling him, beseeching himto come back down. Finally he did
and the women escaped unscathed. Oh, let me assure you Ourese's monkey pulled

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a similar stunt and terrorized the wholeneighborhood. Sorry, you'll have to wait
for the movie in the meantime.I'll say this much, growing up where
I did, you never needed torun away and join the circus, as
it was practically parked in our backyardand back to my story about the nightingale.
He had become a rose and detached. One morning I woke up and

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Oscar, that was his name,was not in his cage. He was
nowhere to be found. He hadflown away and left the hole in my
heart and so so. Bulbulls,as they are known in Arabic, were
very special to me, and Iwanted to know what the French equivalent was.
Doctor Dash was sitting in the farthestcorner of the living room at the

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New York City apartment, and therewere a couple of dahishists visiting at the
time, and so it occurred tome to ask if any of them knew
how to say bulbul in French.I had barely uttered the words how do
you say when Doctor dahsh gently butwith lightning speed, intercepted my speech and
said, rosignole. Of course rolledis are thank you? I said as

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a knee jerk reaction. When mymind, a fraction of a second later
finally caught up to what had justhappened, I found myself staring blankly into
his eyes, which in turn wereplayfully fixated on me, and I couldn't
help but imagine the lofty spirit thattemporarily took over his body, saying to

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me, Mario, I can seeevery one of your thoughts, and as
wondrously fascinating this fleeting moment was.There were times when this ability that Doctor
Dash had courtesy of the lofty spiritI will shortly be telling you about to
read my mind, would rattle meto the core, haunt me forever,

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and arguably shape my destiny. Forexample, one time, following some distressing
news we had received from Lebanon,he called me from Greenwich, Connecticut to
talk about it, and he becamevery upset as he was reliving the nightmare
of the abduction and brutal torture ofthree dahishists, two of whom were the

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late Marihadad's grandsons. For the record, doctor Desh had never once mentioned to
me what had happened to him atthe hands of Bisharyl Kouri's henchmen, and
whose grim details I would learn aboutafter Doctor Dash passed away. But this
horrific incident involved three Dahishists. Hewas outed. I got so mad myself

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that, in a fleeting instant ofuncontrollable rage in my mind's eye, I
could see the monstrous warlord who hadissued the order to kidnap and tortured the
three dashists. As though he hadexploded from the inside like a super nova.
I imagined his atomic particles hurtling outinto space in slow motion. Then

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suddenly Doctor Dee stopped his lament,changed his tone, became composed, and
said, very deliberately, Mittelman tuftker, which translates into as you are thinking,
it shall be. There was apregnant pause during which I thought to
myself, what has happened? Andjust like that, he bade me farewell

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and ended the call. Now,for the record, I never told Doctor
Desh what I was thinking, nordid he ever ask me about it.
Not long after that strange exchange,Doctor Dash graced me with a visit at
the New York City apartment. Aftera couple of days, he asked me
to drive him to Queen's and soI called the parking garage located in our

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building and asked the attendant to readythe car. As we were about to
leave, I reached and grabbed theremote control to turn off the TV.
No sooner had I grabbed the remotethan CNN broke the news of a major
explosion that had occurred in a buildingthousands of miles away from New York City.

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The warlord who had ordered the captureand torture of the three Dahshists with
impunity was the focus of that breakingnews. He apparently had been the target
of an assassination attempt. A shiverran down my spine. Doctor Desh asked
me what happened. I translated thegist of what the newscaster was reporting.

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Doctor Desh didn't say anything more aboutthe matter, nor did I. Much
later, however, I would learnthat what I had imagined in a brief
moment of unbridled rage did come topass. Wheresoever you may be, death
will overtake you, even if youare in fortresses built up, strong and
high. The year was nineteen seventynine, and Lebanon had been in the

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throes of a bloody, multifaceted civilwar for four years. And counting against
this backdrop, Doctor Dash would undertakethe monumental task of publishing the first two
volumes of his epic book series,Strange Tales and Wondrous Legends. This treasure

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trove of gripping short stories illustrated howspiritual fluids those imperceptible rays and sension building
blocks repeatedly takon assigned rolls and coalesceinto every shape and form, from nebulae
in stars to conscious living being orinanimate seemingly lifeless objects, down to compounds

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and elements and beyond. Therefore,transcending time and space and endowed with free
will, they weave unfathomably complex,nonlinear causal matrices where preordained inescapable fates mingle
with future potential destinies, all underthe auspices of a flawless and divine system

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of justice. And so with eachstory he penned, doctor Dehesh would assert
his faith in heavenly justice, andthat despite the uncertainty that bears down on
us when necessity representing the laws ofnature interacts with contingency representing probability distributions and
the apparent unpredictable tyranny inflicted on usby pure chance, nothing is ever truly

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random. It just seems that way. What's more, doctor Dehesh would bring
into the limelight a worldview built aroundreincarnation and metempsychosis, both anathema to the
three major Abrahamic religions, and sousing excerpts from scripture. He would advance
the argument that this unilateral condemnation isunwarranted, and I will address this in

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due time. Leading up to thepublication of Strange Tales and Wondrous Legends Volumes
one and two, Doctor dash anda handful of dedicated Dashist brothers and sisters
would find themselves caught in the crossfireof many a military battle involving, among
others, withering barrages of mortarshell fire, such as the one that occurred on

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the morning of Monday, December fifteen, nineteen seventy five, in which critically
wounded the Daishist Ali Ombargi. Accordingto first hand witness accounts, thinking that
the bombing had ceased, Ali wouldlead the mad rush down the many flights
of stairs in order to come tothe aid of a Dashist brother whom he
spied from above, and who happenedto be on his way back to the

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mission house when the onslaught was madeon the neighborhood. No sooner had Ali
crossed the main door and set footin the street than another motor shell fell
and exploded at close range. Theshock wave from that blast knocked back doctor
Dehesh who had just leaned out ofone of the monumental windows located about seven

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meters right above, to see ifany one below was hurt, while the
sound nearly ruptured his ear drums,sending him shrieking from the intense pain.
Ali, on the other hand,fell silent. According to the fellow Dasist
who was right behind him and whofilled me in on the details, during
a meeting he and I had atthe New York City Hilton Hotel, Ali

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was struck in the head by asmall piece of shrapnel that lodged in his
brain and rendered him unconscious. Oncethe dust settled, mayhem ensued. The
Dahisists rushed to his aid. Amongthem, doctor fared A wasuselee Man.
The board certified a dermatologist whom I'dknown since childhood, doctor Dahesh, who

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used to be able to run upand down those same seemingly interminable flights of
stairs by skipping steps effortlessly, accordingto what the late Zenahdad, daughter of
Mary Hadad, once told me,and who now had difficulty walking on account
of the series of crippling accidents hehad suffered in the United States and in
Lebanon, could only look on witha somber but stoic expression, belying what

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had transpired the night before. Basedon what Doctor Fared would later tell me
in Greenwich, Connecticut, doctor Dahishtasked him to reveal to Ali the spine
chilling message that had appeared in aspiritual letter which concerned him and which he
Ali had to keep secret from everyone, including his own wife and as anyone

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closed, Doctor Dash would tell you, and certainly based on my personal experience,
spiritual letters and whether they contained conditionalprophecies, warnings, or mandates,
were treated with the utmost respect forthe invisible spiritual force responsible for their materialization,
and which is an extension of thedivine. That is why it is

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deeply troubling that many, for whateverreason, have either made light of something
solemn, or are unwittingly or stubbornlyacting as echo chambers, oblivious to the
ramifications. For example, I havewatched, heard, and read many vague
stories such as the one involving doctorDash and the barber shop. In this

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instance, doctor Dash, who couldn'twait until the barber was done cutting another
customer's hair, allegedly pulled his ownhead off and placed it on the barbershops
counter that way, a headless doctorDash, who apparently didn't have the presence
of mind to just snap his fingersand miraculously cut his own hair, would
not miss hiss appointment due to aconflict in schedules. And as far as

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those alleged doctor Desh's sightings following hisdeath, which occurred on April ninth,
nineteen eighty four, at six pm, there are those who claim that doctor
Dash appeared to them not in dreamsor thought, but in reality. For
the record, I am one ofthe twenty Dahishists who were present at doctor

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Desh's funeral and one of the threeDahishists who assisted the funeral director and his
assistant in embalming doctor Dash's body athis home in Greenwich, Connecticut. During
the wake, we took turns readingpassages written by doctor Desh that he had
requested be read at his funeral.Leading up to that point, everyone present

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at that solemn and somber occasion waspraying to see doctor Desh again in our
lifetime, hoping he would just appearmiraculous before us. But alas as we
stood before the open casket and tookturns reading his prose poetry aloud, we
would eventually come across two verses thatwould summarily shatter our hopes of ever seeing

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him in the flesh again. Thefirst one is from the prose poem called
Remember Me and Forget Me Not,and the other when I Leave You.
In both of them, he makesit unequivocally clear that he will neither return
nor shall we ever see him againin this lifetime. Now, for all

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we know, the twentieth spiritual Fluidhas already reincarnated in some enity. If
that is the case, there isno way to know who or what that
is, period, and anyone whoclaims otherwise is either delusional, a pathological
liar, in it for the money, or all of the above. I

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mean, think about it. Ifanyone one should be promoting fake doctor Dash's
sightings and stories, it should bethose who knew him personally. But as
history has already shown, some ofthe closest people to him have so far
either publicly disavowed any knowledge of hisbeing a prophet or stayed silent in the

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face of the onslaught of misinformation andproliferation of books presenting a blatant distortion of
dassh and Dahishism. What's he afraidof? A Dahishist will always die with
dignity, A befuddled Doctor Dash oncedeclared before me in this belief at my

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New York City apartment, following atelephone conversation he had just finished having with
someone very close to him and whohad expressed serious trepidations about driving from the
city of Junie to Beirut and helprelieve some of the Dahishists standing watch at
the Mission House. On December thirtyone, nineteen forty four, in Beirut,

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shortly following his harrying escape from Aleppo, doctor Desch penned his essay called
Goodbye to the Year nineteen forty four, in which he recognized and lauded the
fearless dedication of some of the Dahishists, the likes of Marijadad or Nana Marie,
as those of us fortunate enough tohave known her would call her,
and whom doctor Desh described as beingquote great in her faith, great in

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her approach, and great in herhopes end quote and doctor Kupsa, whom
he referred to as his spiritual brother. But in that aforementioned essay he lamented
the fact that other Dahishists would choosethis quote despicable mortal matter over eternal,
everlasting spirit end quote. For whatit's worth, it might interest you to

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know that doctor Desh himself was incapableof performing miracles or prophesying, although doctor
Desch, as I told you inPart three, was powered, as it
were, by the main or vitalspiritual fluid that had emanated from our heavenly
Father, the Christ, which Todashis referred to as the twentieth spiritual fluid,
and which also functioned as the mainspiritual fluid of Jesus Christ. He

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doctor Daesh could never perform miracles orprophesy. Oh would that it were so,
for that would have made him naturallyinvincible and immune to the pain and
suffering he endured. You know,one of my favorite lines that captures the
reality of being with doctor Dash isfrom the nineteen eighty two Steven Spielberg movie
e T the Extraterrestrial. If you'venever seen it, and aside from the

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obvious why not spoiler alert for therest of you, it's from the famous
escape scene. When Et is revealedto the boys, Elliott says, okay,
he's a man from outer space andretaking him to his spaceship. Well,
can't you just beam up, asksone of the befuddled kids, to
which Elliott responds, this is reality, Greg, and this is exactly how

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things felt to those of us whoknew Doctor Dehsh. In any case,
and as regards his quote unquote supernaturalpowers, they were the work of an
angelic spirit that had accompanied, asit were, the twentieth spiritual fluid on
its mission to help the inhabitants ofplanet Earth and perform the miracles and convey

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revelations, advice and prophecies through theperson of doctor Dehesh. Historically, that
angelic spirit, and at the timeof Prophet Muhammad, was the source of
the lofty and main spiritual fluid thatincarnated in the body of Ali Ebben Abitolib,
and Dahsists always refer to this angelicspirit as Brother Ali. Dahsists also

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believe that this angelic spirit is responsiblefor Earth. In fact, every planet
is ruled by such an angel andso the angelic spirit known as Brother Ali
would descend from its sublime dimension andperform miracles through doctor dash as well as
provide him and others with spiritual guidance, and yes, beyond witnessing the miracles,

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I have had the amazing privilege ofinteracting with Brother Ali. In one
instance even he made me a promisewhich he had always kept year after year,
and of which I strive to remainworthy. Another important detail I should
share with you regarding Brother Ali isthat Doctor Desh was never aware of the
fact he had temporarily taken over hisbody. In fact, we always have

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to tell doctor Dahesh what had justhappened. For example, one time Doctor
Dahesh, who was practically incapacitated fromthe pain due to his injuries, which
we knew he would ask to receiveas a trade off in order that others
might be spared, suddenly, andbefore our eyes, jumped up from the
box he was sitting on in thewarehouse where a bunch of us were des

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mantling boxes containing artifacts destined for theDahishist Museum and sprinted across the space,
leaving us all dumbfounded. As hewas laughing. We knew then and there
it was no longer Doctor Dahesh.When he came to he looked at us
annoyed and in pain, wondering whywe were laughing hysterically. We of course

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had to tell him that Brother Alihad temporarily taken over his body and made
him run across the warehouse. Andaside from that, the story gets a
little bit more involved, being thataccording to Dashism, God is not an
anthropomorphic entity. As I said inPart two The Mechanics of Existence, we

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have no idea what God is.Plus there seems to be an unfathomable hierarchy
at work to keep the engine ofexistence running. Sometimes I heard Brother Ali
use the singular pronoun i, forexample, when he told a small group
of us how he intervened and tookover the body of doctor Dash while the
car he was driving down a mountainroad lost its breaks and downshifted the car

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to safety. And in another instance, Brother Ali implied there was a group
effort behind an event, in thiscase one intervention that would involve yours truly.
In the winter of nineteen seventy five, I was about fourteen years old.
As class president, I lobbied forand organized a school outing to a
popular ski resort in Lebanon. Iwas so excited, But wouldn't you know

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it, On the Friday before thebig day, I would begin to develop,
to my horror, a mild sorethroat. But I was determined to
go on that ski trip if itwas the last thing I did. But
the more determined I was to go, the sicker I got. And I
still remember to this day the classmateand fellow class committee member whom I had

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appointed as treasurer for the school trip, saying to me, just so you
know, if you can't come withus on this trip, you're not getting
a refund. I don't remember thetreasurer's name, but I do remember that
his aunt, Hilda, lived inthe building across from ours. I also
remember that in class he sat nextto the kid named Teddy, and I
was really looking forward to hanging outwith the two of them on Saturday.

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Oooh. But alas, by thetime I slept myself back home, I
had the worst case of the fluI'd ever experienced in my life. I
was burning up with a forty degreefever and I could barely speak or swallow
due to my monstrous sore throat.And I was like, this is not
happening to me. It was asthough the universe was conspiring to punish me.

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I mean, first, the originalCodge side, which was literally right
next door, closes down just asI acquired my first and last control line
model aircraft. I have to tellyou, back in the day, for
those of us who loved airplanes,owning and flying a tethered model airplane was
a major goal in life, andat the old Kodege La Salde, which
I attended, there was a controlold line flying club whose members would get

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together and fly their models around incircles. Laugh all you want, but
control line flying, unlike remote controlflying, gave one a sense of being
intimately connected to the airplane, justlike flying a kite. Plus it was
cheaper. And the only place Iknew of in the tightly woven urban fabric
that was Beiru that would afford youenough open space to engage in such a

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hobby was the huge parking lot situatedatop the massive concrete the hemth of a
building which was part of the CollegeLa Sillle. It loomed over us during
recess like a giant alien mothership,and there was a lot of crosswinds up
there, and though filled with trepidation, I couldn't wait to fly my brand
new Shtucca dive bomber and granted itwas propeller driven and not like the Mirage

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Fighter that my older neighbor Jean Jacquesowned, which was get this jet powered.
I still remember watching him one nightas he flew his Mirage around.
I loved that jet engine sound.Anyway, Once the school closed, as
in it got sold, as inI could never fly my plane. Just
about the only thing I could dowas fuel up my plane, connect the

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battery and ignite the propeller engine,open the throttle and just hold on tightly
to the fuselage. Else the planewould fly off our balcony and severely injure
someone. And in hindsight I haveto admit those small gas driven propellers,
and aside from their sound that wouldprobably wake up the dead, are pretty
dangerous if you ask me. Anyway, First, my gas powered airplane would
be grounded without getting the opportunity tofly once and now this and to top

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it all off, that trip wouldhave been the first time ever that I
would have seen and touched snow upclose, as opposed to admiring it longingly
from our London Street balcony, whichhad a great view of the Mediterranean a
block away and the gleaming snow cappedmountains where I had always dreamed of being

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able to visit one day. Andso you can imagine how crushed I was
when I missed what at the timefelt like the opportunity of a lifetime.
Plus, I might as well comeclean and admit that the only reason I
got involved in student government in thefirst place and lobbied for the creation of
a student council for which I thencampaigned to get elected president, is so
that I can wield all this newlyacquired political power to organize such a trip.

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How's that for irony? Anyway,Having often heard my much older brothers
discuss the finer points of dashism,and to console myself, I said to
my brother Shukary, perhaps I wasprevented from going because I would have been
hurt. Perhaps so he said.And the truly bizarre aspect of this whole
experience was how fast I recovered fromthe extremely severe case of the flu,

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which should have confined me to mybed for at least a week, if
not more. And I speak fromexperience, and now that I think about
it, I wasn't even contagious inany case, despite having been seriously ill
with the flu by the end ofFriday, which meant I could barely function
on Saturday morning, let alone hopon a bus trip from Bey Route to

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some snow capped mountain. By Sundaymorning, all my symptoms had all but
disappeared, really, and so Icalled Teddy, whom I mentioned earlier was
my classmate. It was able togo on the trip along with the treasurer,
and had I been able to gotoo, I would have certainly hung
out with them during the trip.As I mentioned, the thing was,

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though Teddy sounded tired and not tooforthcoming with information about the trip, thus
making it sound as exciting as watchingthe grass grow. And we left it
at that. Monday comes and I'mnow well enough to be in school,
and here I am debriefing Teddy.He told me that he didn't want his

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parents to know that he and thetreasurer got separated from the rest of the
class and went missing for hours beforethey were finally rescued on the brink of
freezing to death. Now, atfirst I thought Teddy was pulling my leg,
but then I talked to the otherstudents who corroborated the story. Okay,

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wow. A few days later,my eldest brother, Shukri, was
at the doctor's house, and asthey were sitting around discussing the latest news,
doctor Desh mentioned an article he hadread on some recent deaths due to
a blizzard that had hit the skiresorts. That's when Schakri mentioned my trip
that never happened and the fact thattwo of my classmates nearly froze to death.

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At that moment, Doctor Deash askedSchikri to follow him to his study.
There, doctor Desh had his legendary, albeit modest looking chest of drawers.
I swear, just like the Wardrobeand the Chronicles of Narnia by C.
S. Lewis, that piece offurniture was like a portal into the
other dimension. I still remember whenon July twenty five, nine, eighteen

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seventy nine, I just got backfrom the US Consulate, Doctor Dash said,
come with me. He opened thetop drawer. In it were strewn
folded yellow sheets of paper or symbolsas they are known, and dashism bick
one. He said, open it, I complied, open and read it
on it was written that not onlythe Consulate would grant me a student visa

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free of charge. The spiritual messagealso noted the exact details of the visa
stamp, including the visa number,and speaking of which I would like to
thank Doctor William Stanton, the distinguisheddiplomat who had the time and in his
capacity of consular officer, granted methe visa. Anyway, Doctor asked Schickri
to open the top drawer and topick one of the many folded Dashist spiritual

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symbols and to read what it said. Chickri complied, and it turned out
that what was written on that sheetof now unfolded yellow paper was a spiritual
letter from brother Ali pertaining to me. In that letter, brother Ali writes
that had I gone on that trip, which ironically I had organized, I

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would have passed away. And soin order to extend my life on earth,
Brother Ali wrote, and I quote, and so we made him ill
end quote, and therefore by writingwe made him ill. Brother Ali was
intimating that there was a group effort, hence my alluding to a hierarchy at
work. And while I will neverknow who the we pronoun represents, I'll

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just mention briefly the personalities of doctorDehesh, because they two performed miracles in
a nutshell. Deesh and Jesus havehundreds of spiritual fluids in the world of
Paradise. Through Deshist revelation, weknow that when Jesus lived on Earth,
only one of his paradisaic called spiritualfluids was allowed to incarnate on earth as

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a personality, in other words,an entity that was Jesus Christ's perfect double
in every aspect being human. Itwas that personality that was resurrected. In
other words, it was the personalityof Jesus Christ that was crucified and resurrected,

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and it was able to do sobecause, quite simply, the physical
laws of Earth, or rather thephysical laws of our dimension, which as
you know, is governed by fourforces that physicists are trying to unify into
one grand unification theory, do notapply to it. That is why,
during the twentieth spiritual fluid's tenure onearth as Jesus Christ, it was his

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personality that walked on water and appearedafter the resurrection to the disciples and then
to the apostle Paul. Now I'mafraid I'll have to table the question of
why the personality of Jesus Christ swappedplaces with him when it came time to
be crucified for a later episode.As for Dash, six of his paradisaical

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spiritual fluids were allowed to carnade,sometimes together, at other times in different
clothes, whether concurrently or non synchronously, in different regions or countries, or
even in the same place. Onthat front, I personally knew one Dash's
sister, who once told me shewent into a room in the mission house
and she found herself surrounded by allsix personalities at the same time. In

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my case, a couple of peopleand I, once at the mission house,
had interacted with one personality, thinkingit was doctor Dash, who apparently
an unbeknownst to us, was fastasleep in his bedroom. At one point,
this personality of doctor Desh's stood upand went into the kitchen while we
remained seated right outside. However,shortly after the real as inhuman doctor Dash

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emerges from the hallway, dressed inhis pajamas and scarf, looks at us,
probably wondering why we just rushed tothe now empty kitchen, whose entryway
was right smack in front of us, which meant there was no way for
the other dic Todesh to sneak outand undergo a costume change this fast,
and assuming, of course, hecould have made it past us who were

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sitting right outside the kitchen, whichI assure you had no secret passageway back
to the bedroom located way on theother side of the floor plan. Also,
the main or vital spiritual fluid thatincarnated in Serdata Gautima or the Buddha,
is actually one of the six personalitiesof doctor Dehesh. Dehsists therefore believe

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that the Buddha, Jesus and Dehesh, and when you round off the math
as it were, emanated from endwell in the same paradisaical realm. And
as I said in Part three,the twentieth spiritual fluid volunteered to descend from
the one hundred and fiftieth level ofParadise and materialize on Earth, which is

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situated on the threshold of Hell,hence the illusion of bliss. A couple
of years prior to my originally fadeddemise, two young men who were siblings
paid us a visit, during whichI learned that the younger of the two
had been engaged to a frenchwoman.Not too long after they got married,

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the couple perished in an avalanche whileon their honeymoon in the Alps. I
remember his older, stoic but grievingbrother visiting us after this tragic loss and
saying something to the effect of,as tragic as it is to lose my
brother and his wife, they bothcould have avoided the outcome, but they
were stubborn and wouldn't listen. Afterhe left, I asked my eldest brother,

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Shikri, who was twenty years mysenior, what that was all about,
and he told me that doctor Dashhad received the prophecy regarding the deceased
couple, warning that they should breakoff their relationship due to incompatibility inherent within
their spiritual fluids that would surely provefatal to the both of them should they
ignore it. And before I continue, I need to make the following clear.

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The doomed couple and for all intentsand purposes, had been apparently compatible,
and yet, according to the divinerevelation about the real hidden truth concerning
the potentially fatal outcome, should theyremain together, which in hindsight they were
very fortunate to have been privy totheir stubbornness, proved deadly. How can

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that be? Well, First,we have to remember that anything that exists
in a material sense is an amalgamof spiritual fluids that conflate to materialize into
each particular situation based on many interactingfactors, not the least of which our

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thoughts and deeds are a lack thereof, And as we have learned in the
preceding episode, the soul is theblending of a distinct entity's spiritual fluids.
Once the soul materializes and the vitalspiritualrual fluid breathes life, or rather consciousness,
into it, it does so withina preordained context that will have determined

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everything from one's social status down tothe genetic code from inescapable predestined events to
others that could be altered based on, among others, disposition, thoughts,
and behavior where applicable. And ifall that were not enough, there is
still the matter of the myriad ensuingfactors along the way, not the least

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of which is the interaction with otherspiritual fluids in this plane of existence,
as well as those thriving or sufferingin other dimensions, thus forming a virtual
tug of war network. And asI intimated in the preceding chapter, it
is our own spiritual fluids that orchestrateour perdition and ultimately punish us or reward

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us. Of course, furthermore,everything is accounted for, that includes context,
intent, and extenuating circumstances, andevery spiritual fluid will be judged accordingly.
But the one thing that will surelyend in disaster is wilfully ignoring a
conditional divine prophecy whose mere existence isa testament to God's mercy. One such

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conditional prophecy exists, and it concernsLebanon, and I'll get to it in
moments. In the meantime, rememberthat every person is host to sundry spiritual
fluids. Furthermore, spiritual fluids fromdifferent hosts can, for better or for
worse, potentially affect one another throughinteraction, may it be direct or otherwise,

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and ultimately lead to a systemic propagationof impending fortune or calamity. For
that reason, it is important toremember that whatever sickness, tragedy, or
misery we endure today is the resultantof our aggregate behavior in this life incarnation
and or concurrent meaning happening in anotherdimension at the same time and or former

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one or ones. Also, pleasekeep in mind that time and space especially
the arrow of time is an illusion. Given that we are bound to this
dimension. We cannot in our currentstate transcend three dimensional space or the arrow
of time. And no drugs won'thelp. Even marijuana, according to what

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doctor Deshesh told me, is harmfulto the brain cells. Lastly, and
this is truly tragic news. Youshould know that a relatively small group of
spiritual fluids can, in a combinatorialnightmare, propagate and reincarnate into a whole
nation of citizens that will ultimately payfor their sins. How is that possible?

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Protested the Lebanese Jesuit priest Antoine JohannaLatouf in a November thirty, twenty
ten article published by the Anahar newspapertitled doctor dash the False Prophet, and
which was subsequently published on a websitelinked to the Party of the New Lebanese,
where it would appear both self professeddevout Christians and Muslims lest their hearts,

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had banded together against doctor Desh.When I first saw this article written
by Father Latouff, I published arebuttal on dashville dot com on March twenty
two, twenty eleven. My messageto Father Latouff began with my recounting a
story told to me by doctor Daheshin New York City. One time,

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a man whose son was on hisway to becoming a hudlum who didn't believe
in anything, let alone God Almighty, asked doctor dash if there was anything
he could do to prove to himthat there is a divine power. The
son would witness several spiritual manifestations andwould turn his life around. Not only
did he gain faith and clean up, he cleaned up nice. His transformation

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even surprised his former Jesuit priest,who had given up on him originally and
who was now eager to ask himwhat it was that convinced him to change
his ways. When the young mantold him that he had met with and
witnessed the miracles of doctor Dahesh,the priest balked at the news and warned
him not to believe in anything Dasheshsays or does, because it's all a

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sham. The young man believed.The priest suffered an emotional setback and relapsed
into delinquency. Then doctor Dashesh said, instead of focusing on the fact that
the young man was now a believerin God, the Jesuit priest simply had
to attack me with no consideration ofthe consequences. And on the subject of

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consequences, Father Antoine Johanne Latouffe,who ushered in a new era of gratuitous
smear campaigns against doctor Dash, mockinglyasks, when mentioning doctor Dash's nineteen forty
eight prophecy about the Lebanese Civil Warquote and how is it possible that a
whole country would be destroyed and apeople killed because one man back then,

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bisharadl Kuri, stripped him of hiscitizenship end quote? And so on.
Dashville I pointed out to Father latouthat first of all, Bishar al Kouri
did more than merely strip him ofhis citizenship. He orchestrated a plot that
ultimately got him executed by a firingsquad and azerby John. But wait,

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didn't doctor Deesh make it secretly backto Beirut from Aleppo? So while he
was being executed a Ziby John,he was actually alive. And okay,
that's for later. I'll tell youall about it in the future episode,
which hopefully will provide you with thebigger context. In the meantime, remember
what I just said about personalities,and while I'm at it, I might

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as well add that there is aparallel between the personality of Jesus Christ being
crucified and that of doctor Desh beingexecuted, an event I might add that
was reported in the news. Newspaperseven published the before and after pictures of
the execution, and putting aside theheinous nature of the act. In and

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of itself, doctor Desh would neversee the inside of a courtroom, and
thus he would never be allowed toexercise his right to such things as legal
representation and a fair trial. Addto that the physical torture he endured and
what some of the other Daeshists wentthrough, such as missus Mary Hadad and
her daughter Magda Hadad, who tookher own life in protest of the crime.

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For sure, I will be tellingyou more about how horrible things got
for some of the Dahishists who werebrave enough to stick up for their beloved
guiding prophet, and until then,just know this. When Doctor Desh realized
that Magda was secretly planning on assassinatingPresident Bisharol Kouri, who was married to

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her aunt, Lord Couri, chiefarchitect of the plot to eradicate doctor Desh.
He sent word to her forbidding herto kill the president. In her
desperation, she turned the gun onherself. And I would be remiss if
I didn't mention that. Except forone brave journalist called Jabron Massoux, who
resided in Brazil and who would defenddash Dashism and the Dashists through a series

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of articles that exposed Bishar al Kouri'scrimes and which were published by Al Muktasar,
a free and independent Buenos Aires basedmagazine. No one in Lebanon rose
a finger to help doctor Dehesh orto protest. That's how thunderously loud the
silence was in Lebanon. Not onenewspaper or magazine wrote anything but the kind

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of defamatory remarks Latouf published about doctorDesh. In any case, this is
what it all boils down. Allthose spiritual fluids who either directly or indirectly
participated in usurping the rights of aninnocent man, propagating lies about him,
capturing, jailing and torturing him.You get the idea, had a debt

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to pay, and all the spiritualfluids who knew what was going on and
looked the other way. Therefore,complicit. They too had a debt to
pay, and for all I know, one or more of my spiritual fluids
could have been complicit as well,which is probably why I ended up becoming
a displaced refugee during the Lebanese CivilWar. Again, who knows? And

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if that were true, what mattersis what I'm doing now. And let's
put aside for a moment the claimthat doctor Desh was host to the vital
or main spiritual fluid, as Iexplained in Part three, that belonged to
the Christ. Whence all the divineprophets, including many pillars of civilization emanated.

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Okay, so let's put aside thespiritual pedigree as it were of doctor
Desh. Well, guess what manyother crimes against many other innocent people were
also committed in Lebanon, Hence punishmentwas meeted out in their memory as well.
Forewarned is forearmed. In my twentyeleven response to Latouffe, I wrote,

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and I quote, putting aside ourdashist theory of reincarnation, which would
provide an explanation regarding how bad thingscan happen to good people, you should
also think of these spiritual fluids asbeing capable of influencing them to the extent
that their fate would be sealed bya mere simple act of blindly following one

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man. You obviously have power,and you certainly have influenced many with your
article. And that is worrisome becausedoctor Desh published another prophecy, which,
just like the one in nineteen fortyeight, was conditional, and it concerned
lebanon An actions such as yours donot help matters end quote, And in

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closing, I wrote the following toFather Antoine johannla Toufe quote, the fate
of their spiritual fluids is now potentiallyin your hands, and do not be
surprised what the future holds end quoteagain. And to be clear, doctor
Desh himself would be the first totell you he was not the only innocent

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person to have suffered at the handsof a tyrant. But considering his status
as a divine messenger, and givenall the events that had transpired in his
previous reincarnations involving all the spiritual fluidsthat emanated from Adam and Eve following what
is known as the Second Fall,all of which ultimately making the issues Germane

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to the Dash affair, hearkened backto what transpired at the time of Jesus
Christ. The persecution of doctor Deschwas the last straw. And for what
it's worth, doctor Dahesh never puton airs. One time, in Beirut
Lebanon in the early nineteen seventies,I remember watching doctor Dash welcome a family

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consisting of a distinguished old gentleman,his spouse, and their son, who
must have been in his early twenties. Doctor Dash shook hands with the mother
and father, and when he extendedhis hand to the young man, the
latter bowed in order to kiss it, which prompted doctor Dash to immediately pull
his hand away while letting out anArabic estafe for a law whose literal translation

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is forgive me my lord. Inother words, out of the question,
and let's face it, the bodyreligious is full of tyranny and corruption.
Here let me share with you astanza comprising six lines titled Wolves, which
doctor Dashesh had written and published inhis book Words. It reads, O

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clergyman and Charlatan's since time in memorioriole, you who rap dishonesty with the
coat of absolute justice, you painttruth with deceitful trickery. You had strayed
too far away from the righteous pathand became lost. You have followed your
dark heart's whims and you have misled, you hypocrites. The flames of hell

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are almost upon you. You knowwhat, based on my personal, indelible
and privileged access to doctor Dash asone of his personal aids and confidants,
and given how over the years Ihave seen dashesm contorted and distorted with impunity,
perhaps necessitating the return of the belovedguiding prophet yet again in order to

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set the record straight. I sometimeswonder if his ultimate goal wasn't to free
us from religion, all the whilereminding us what it stood for. In
any case, and back to FatherLatouf, you would be hard pressed to
find a tale featuring this unprecedented degreeof relentless mobilization and orchestration in terms of
effort and resources expended by the governmentof Lebanon, whom I heard doctor Dahesh

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dub a criminal gang, all forthe sake of getting rid of just one
man, and until I tell youmore about it in a future episode.
And as someone who not only livedthrough the civil war but was a displaced
refugee, how I wish the peopleof Lebanon had heeded the warning back when

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in nineteen forty eight, Halim Damusepublished a conditional prophecy in one of the
Lebanese newspapers. He did so onbehalf of doctor Dahesh, who, despite
the Lebanese authorities thinking he was asgood as dead, was able to return
to Beirut and secretly mount and conducta public awareness campaign targeting President Bisharol Kouri,

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who would eventually be removed from office. And so I take no pleasure
in confirming that the prophecy did infact warn of a destructive war that would
ravage Lebanon, my country of birthand cradle of my childhood memories, unless
each one who had ever published fabricatedlies about the founder of Dashism come clean

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and confess. But no one paidany heed to the conditional prophecy, which
incidentally is reprinted in Strange Tales andWondrous Legends Part three. It is devastatingly
graphic in its details, which evokethe lamentations of Jeremiah. But as I
said, it did offer a wayout. Come clean, admit your lies,

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or suffered dire consequences. And unfortunatelythat's not all and again I am
loath to share the following with you, but I believe I must, at
the risk of becoming a pariah.A prayer for Lebanon based on what I
read in Strange Tales and Wondrous LegendsPart three, namely the epilogue of a

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story called a Conversation between the Windsof America and the Winds of Beirut,
which doctor Desh penned in New YorkCity on October tenth, nineteen seventy six.
The narrator explains that God had giventhe people of Lebanon twenty eight years
to repent, which they didn't,and that is why God brought down his

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just punishment upon them. Then inthe story comes the question of whether or
not the people of Lebanon had learnedtheir lesson, and the text clearly states
that if they repeat their behavior,the divine thunderbolts shall descend upon them again
and wipe them out. All right, let me stop here for a moment,

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as I need the clarify a point. To be clear, I'm not
talking about honest and fair critiques orthe free exchange of ideas. For example,
in his book Words, doctor Deshrepublished an emotionally charged opinion piece that
a young woman who went by Samihaand who was a student at the American
School for Girls in Beirut, hadoriginally submitted to the magazine called Amadi,

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in which the latter published in nineteenthirty nine. It was a scathing rebuke
of what doctor Dash had expressed inhis chapter called Woman. Despite that,
doctor Dash, who clearly didn't expecteverybody to agree with him, republished her
opinion piece word for word, withoutediting, whitewashing, or commenting, and

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right at the beginning of the book. Incidentally, and for the cherry pickers,
and until such time I addressed thisparticular topic, you should know that,
based on my personal experience, doctorDash tended to put women in charge,
and in fact, after he passedaway, the affairs pertaining to dashis
and were managed by a matriarchy.Anyway, it appears that there was yet

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again an orchestrated barrage of made up, despicable, slanderous and libelous lies that
invaded the Lebanese media sphere following theend of the Civil War, once again
infecting the minds of their viewers,listeners and readers, weaponizing their innate sense
of decency and turning it into unabashed, indiscriminate condemnation of a man who was

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jailed, tortured and exiled without everseeing the inside of a courtroom. Now
why is that? Now? ObviouslyI'm not a mind reader, but I'm
willing to bet you that this isbecause he was effective at rallying Lebanese people
of all faiths, may they beChristian, Muslim, Drus Jewish, they

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all came together. Oh, unlessI forget atheists, showing in the process
that it was possible to rid Lebanonof the cancer of sectarianism, which is
still claiming the lives of many.A brave soul whose only crime is that
they dared to speak truth to corruptpower, therefore not only speaking truth to

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corrupt power, but shaking it toits core. In the nineteen forties,
practically no one in Lebanona understood thatthey had been gas lid by their leaders
to condemn a man whose message couldhave been and may still be, their
salvation. Then we get people likefather Antoine Johanna Latouf smearing doctor Dehesh in
the Onnahar magazine on November thirty,twenty ten, which as I've explained I

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addressed publicly as soon as I gotwind of it, if doctor Dash was
indeed a divine profit and keeping inmind the combinatorial aspect of spiritual fluids,
as I explained earlier and again,I'm loath to have to say the following
words, but I must. Ihave a sinking feeling that the massive August
four, twenty twenty explosion that devastatedBeirut may be the harbinger of far more

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worse things that may come unless onceand for all, Lebanon wakes up.
And that scares me, for Iremember that around two years prior to the
onset of the nineteen seventy five CivilWar, few believed whatever happen in of
all places, Lebanon, especially thatBeirut was known as Paris of the East.

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Doctor Dash announced to his most trustedfriends that the Dashiest mission was to
immigrate to the United States. Almostovernight, the mission house, located on
the upper floor of the Any Palace, was a buzz with men and women
working around the clock carefully packing crates, boxes, and everything Doctor Dash had

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collected over the years from works ofart destined to be housed in a museum.
He would always refer to as theDahitiist Museum and the over half a
million books of the Dashiest Library andeverything else in between. You see,
as I explained in Part three TheDynamics of Life, it was not just
about the physical belongings. It allhad to do with the spiritual fluids contained

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within these inanimate objects. But whenin October of nineteen seventy five, the
Lebanese War that had originally broken outin April would suddenly metastasize into full blown
military conflict and mean at Lehussen,the picturesque Seaside hotel district of downtown Beirute,
residents of that area, such asdoctor Dash and my family would find

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themselves in the middle of a maelstreamof carnage. It was brutal, it
was loud. I should know,for I had a taste of it as
well. In fact, the proverbialstarting gun of that battle was in the
form of a rocket propelled grenade aimedat a group of militiamen who had come
knocking on our second floor apartment inthe building facing the Holiday Inn and Phoenicia

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Hotel towers. I distinctly remember beingushered into the next door neighbor's apartment.
In compliance with the soldier's request,my mother, father and I were invited
by our neighbor and his wife tocome in and wait in the newly refurbished
living room, which, just likeour apartment, featured large glazed steel doors

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that led to the balcony overlooking LondonStreet. The building was built with reinforce
concrete and the floors were all Toronto, all solid construction, and just as
well, I mean, you haveno idea now, because we weren't technically
speaking guests in the real sense ofthe word. We dispensed with the pomp
and circumstance of holding court and whatfelt more like a furniture showroom than a

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living room. I mean, really, the only thing missing were the price
tags. Plus, if you've grownup in a culture where the good china
and silverware are reserved for when guestsdrop in unannounced, you can certainly understand
why it would have been really badformed for us not to insist on sitting
in the adjacent dining space. Andso we sat around the table as the

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soldiers outside, armed with AK fortysevens, were canvassing the building, making
sure no enemy combatants were lying inwait for them to help pass the time
Turkish coffee was made and served.I loved Turkish coffee, and I dare
say that at the Ripe All Daypage of fourteen, I had become someone
of an expert at making it,and that is thanks to my brother's chickri.

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His method of teaching me how tomake it was pretty straightforward. Once,
after taking one sip from the waterconcoction I had made for him,
and following a disapproving shake of thehead and the obligatory raising of the eyebrows,
he kept sending me back to thekitchen to make it over and over
and over again for him and onesitting, mind you, until finally he

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took a sip, put down thedemitas, and said it's good. Somehow
I managed to heap the right amountof ground coffee per teaspoon, with the
right amount of sugar and water,and used the right combination of heat stirring
and with controlled boiling repeated two moretimes, and the right amount of waiting
before pouring the liquid, along withthe right amount of foam. So definitely

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I never missed an opportunity to sampleothers coffee to see how mine fared.
And this time was no exception,except that I never got the chance to
get a taste of this particular cup. I will never forget get that eerie
sensation I felt as I held thesaucer and demitask cup in my hand,
a feeling that seemed to last forever, though it was a mere split second,

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and I must have been holding onto the saucer pretty tightly, because
neither the impact of the rocket propelledgrenade that exploded right outside the adjacent living
room where we decided not to sit, nor the shockwave, nor the sound,
which incidentally would forever ruin war moviesfrom me on account of a lack
of realism, managed to make mespill one drop of that black brew,

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And right before the hapless soldiers whowere obviously the target of the surprise attack,
began unleashing bullets out of their automaticweapons. I remember we all looked
at one another and began laughing hysterically, after all, we had just not
died. What followed was by mycount, thirteen days of bombings and military

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assaults and counter assaults. But asbad as the Battle of the Hotels was
for us, it was even worsefor doctor Dahesh, who had already been
the target of multiple assassination attempts.His enemies, who were heavily militarized,
and who would take every opportunity theyhad to destroy the building that housed the
Dashist mission by any means possible,would piggyback their nefarious plans onto whatever armed

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conflict was unfolding at the time.For example, towards the end of nineteen
fifty eight, a year that sawa political crisis that included the US military
intervention, doctor Dahesh, by thenthe founder of Dahishism, would narrowly escape
death after a car loaded with explosiveswas detonated right outside the mission house.

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In nineteen seventy six, two electronicallyguided missiles would narrowly miss the mission house,
and on the first of May nineteenseventy nine, doctor Dashesh narrowly escaped
what was later estimated to be afifty kilogram dynamite charge that was placed on
the street right under where he wouldnormally sleep. Sleep. What a precious

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and rare commodity during such horrendous earthshattering times. Ali Imbarji, who the
night before and according to a dasheswho had camped out on the floor of
the dining room right next to him, sighed deeply and said, life is
strange. One minute you're here andanother you're not. And apparently prior to

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that, and according to another eyewitness, Ali went up to his wife,
who had been sitting near by,and said to her, come give
me a hug, to which shesaid, please not now, I'm not
in the mood. And so AliImbarjie never got to hug his wife on
the eve of his death, whichoccurred at six p m. Beirut local
time, nor could he reveal toher that doctor Ferida Buslayman had sworn him

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to secrecy right after telling him thatvery soon he would depart from this world.
Not long after, and according tothe spiritual letter that appeared to Ali's
brother Salim Umbargi, the specifics ofwhich you can read about in his book
Born Again with Doctor dash at leasttime on earth had to come to an

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end. In other words, nomatter where he was, no matter what
he was doing, he was goingto depart this earth for another world.
However, owing to his good deeds, he was made to die a hero
so that history would forever remember himas a Dashist martyr who gave his life
and martyrdom while protecting the beloved Prophetand the house of the beloved Prophet.

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And this brings me to the questionI most asked, which is, have
you ever felt doubt in so faras your faith and doctor dash as a
prophet? And if not, howcome to that question? My answer is
invariably along the lines of I haveno idea why I have faith. I
wish I knew why or how Icould share what it feels like to have

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a true, albeit fleeting, momentof peace and clarity in the of the
chaos that is life. And wheneverI feel doubt, it isn't my ability
to honor the memory of a manwithout whom I would probably have given up
on life. After all, ifaccording to the scientific materialists, life has

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no objective meaning, then what's thepoint of it all? Why even try?
But as I promised in Part threeThe Dynamics of Life, I intend
to show that well practiced science isa gateway to the divine, a persuasive
testimony from which the open minded truthseeker can infer true meaning of life.

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As for Lebanon, once again thereis the matter of the other conditional prophecy.
That was also published in Strange Talesand Wondrous Legends Part three. I
know I said it before, andit bears repeating. This one is even
more worrisome than the one that foreshadowedthe Lebanese Civil War, as it warns

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of the utter destruction of Lebanon ifdespicable lies are published about the beloved Guiding
Prophet. This conditional prophecy says thatjust like Atlantis, Lebanon will become a
myth again, and according to thetext, the people of Lebanon would suffer
the fate of Atlantis if they revertedto planting their despicable lies about him.

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I can't stress this enough, butI have a sinking feeling that the devastating
explosion that occurred in Beirut on Augustfourth, twenty twenty, which according to
Reuters, could be one of thestrongest non nuclear explosions ever recorded in my
opinion, was yet another wake upcall. And by the way, when

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doctor Desh was persecuted and suffered miseryin hell in Aleppo, Syria, not
only was the governor of Aleppo inon it, the government of Syria was
also complicit. And until I tellyou all about it, in a special
series I'm dedicating to telling the storyof the persecution of doctor Deesh, which
will also include how his reputation wastarnished in Palestine before the Nakba, otherwise

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known as the catastrophe. You fillin the blanks. And as someone who
is part Armenian, I'm ashamed atthe way the Armenians, our people treated
doctor Desh while he was in Aleppo, supposedly in their care. Again,
it's the combinatorial power of the spiritualfluids. All it takes is a few
rotten apples to destroy a whole country. God help us all. And speaking

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of wake up calls, and asI talked about it in Part three,
when one takes into account that isnamesake the dash Museum, as though existing
in a parallel universe, has neveronce issued a public apology or acted contrite
for having publicly disurvowed him as aprophet in nineteen ninety six. Sliver of

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hope is there for a Dahsist temple. Fortunately, though, I have to
believe there's hope for on that fatefulnight in New York City when I froze
for a brief moment on my wayto the kitchen with a plateful of feta
cheese and peter bread. Doctor Daheshhad just uttered the following words at the
pataphia stairs and Sana Mabad, whichtranslates into do you know sir that one

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day we shall have a temple?And that brings us to the end of
the Dahishist Theory of Reincarnation, Partfour, Escaping Atlantis. For a transcript,

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please visit doctor dash dot com.That's doct r dahsh dot com.
You may also visit dash dot orgor dash dot Tv. This is Mario
Henry Shakour saying goodbye until next time.