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A gift to the Millennium

I am happy to give you his Majesty scared self as a gift to the Ethiopian new Millennium .

Tewodros II (Ge'ez ቴዎድሮስ, also known as Theodore II) (1818 - 1868) was an Emperor of Ethiopia (1855 - 1868).

I am here to show you Tewodros's mystical nature. I recommend

you to read more on his bibliography before you check this website.

If not, you can contact me, I can help you with that but you are always welcome to join the brotherhood of Gafft people . You don't have to be a Christian to be a member of the brotherhood.

Keep in mind that the sacred name of Tewodros that we are going to study is know as Meyesaw . It is an ancient name . It is used in different secret societies through out the world except some difference in translation .For example in Hebrew the word has the close meaning with Messiha, which means the anticipated savior of the Jews. it used to mean the highest priest or the king. However the Gaffat people translate the word meyesaw as pulling onself out of a state .

As the Gaffat people experienced the spirit of meyesaw in the making of Sevastopol , I encountered the spirit when I was writing Seventeen verses that you are about to read here. I wrote the verses with out corrupting the teaching of meyesaw that I have learned from the brotherhood of Gaffat people . The teaching of the brotherhood is based on an esoteric Ethiopian Orthodox Christianity. I hope you will join the brotherhood of Gaffat people to fire Sevastopol in the new Ethiopian millennium.

Enjoy the gift

Andinet Melaku , A Servant of Meyesaw

---2OOO, 2000, 2000, 2000, 2000,2000, 2000,--

The Scared Symbol of Meyesaw

Sevastopol , "The seven ton Cannon"

1

A divine commune fall upon me

Thyself Meyesaw is such

The suicidal and one of the seven

His way only to drag me

Return is scared I alone

Within thee robe its red node in darkness

To whom I belong

2

Meyesaw but messiah not

A servant of Christ himself

The Christian I praise The Christian

Trust can be a means no more

Christ is with us believe in him

Only to be a Christian

How fool is the son of man

3

Bear this! The lost one is found

“The Gaffat people” and their master

The hidden and the secret I witness

In the land of Ethiopia most ancient

Madness ay madness the brotherhood of destruction

A cult myth an unwelcome and a stranger

Its birth is an intentional death

4

It is said a monastery was put on fire

Monks and disciples mourned on

Of those one was the young meyesaw

Thy chose Meyesaw to restore thou land

For he was the most desperate of all

To the monks a mystery was revealed

That to be vulnerable is a virtue

5

“Blessed are those who are poor”

Those words of Jesus are metaphors

Master thyself and renounce it

You are not

A Christian is poor not the Christian

Meyesaw is bound to suffer

Thy needs the last supper

6

The Meyesaw robe is like a spider web

No thread left unconnected

If one weave it to make a garment

The wind is there to embarrass him

Die only when you are

To die before means to untie the robe

One who remembers its fragility is enlightened

7

The cannon is a mighty weapon

By receding it invokes the seventh momentum

To full the vital vigor transcend its vacillation

“Cast forth the cannon” thy holy command

This is Meyesaw, and do thou mark the scared

The missionaries were in captive

For pious man the statue should be the Cannon

8

The tail of the Beelzebub is thou art

Be ye like a serpent to hold of it

Meyesaw is to recoil unto oneself

Home is the end seek not the palace

In dwelling of the highest a pillar must abandon

Return ye come to non- being

Like the serpent turn upon yourself

9

Paddling in your neck the robe unease you

And to unravel it nay pattern is doomed

Yet your tears corrupt it not

Nor your blood undoes it

For no mole nature thy needs

Its sanctuary lays in death

Alas you still carry the cross

10

O divine Master Meyessaw

Like a bellowing Bull you sound

You thirst life but death you laud

Ether springs from your belly

Armed you march down the alley

Twisting your hair in a woman fashion

As Megdela hunts a hero ay feminine

11

Off Meqdela Seven demons Jesus cast out

Hence from the long- drawn battle he is free

Whoever strives to seal her is not a fighter

In the very enigma of Christ yearn her

She is the womb thou affliction

On thee mountain where she resides

There Meyesaw dies on her

12

In the era of princes the lofty one comes

Seeking no power but the scared lance of the spear

A valiant archer he is thou bold warrior

Surrender to thy Meyesaw to the most recent one

In his consciousness he transforms the scared into thou Cannon

He assails the Orb and the scepter of Great Britain

Thereupon for the spear of destiny he offers himself

13

Out of fear I questioned the Gaffat man

The craftsman is fiend to bind us in the weapon

May not Meyesaw’s suicide to side with demon?

The sage answered me nothing

Offensive was his tranquility unfair to behold

Thus I reproached him till he said this

“With a shot of thy Weapon; there you are”

14

Ay to encounter my fate here I am

I serve Meyesaw the rebellion

Up to Meqdela I pull his Cannon

I am Nefetegna thou armed crusader

Bliss is I under his Crown of madness

In the making of his weapon I practice

The gods can’t help but forge against me

15

Be fair-tongued Britain

Never say I speak of “myth”

A loud voice is from a used Cannon

I cast thee from me with a lost one

Othello is unlike my master

Say not I am creating like your Shakespeare

I am destroying: tell this in your sevenfold mouth thunder

16

Your own icon Britain unaware you are still

On of your envoy was among Gaffat people

He whom of Meyesaw’s disciple was your John Bell

Was he an incarnation of John the Baptist? You tell me

Your child Britain how was he urged by adoration

In the army of life how did he die for Meyesaw

That he is saved is all I know

17

In a race a wheel-less chariot you shall choose

The naked and the an unconscious

Unleashed like an animal

Inmost self with a Horse will

Among Horses with the seven-rayed light be the white one

Pull with a horse power thou seven ton Cannon

When Meyesaw ride on in that instant you will win

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