WARREN CECIL KILLICK New Years Eve 1964 My father died just after Thanksgiving. He had celebrated his 81st birthday November 4, 2001. Dad was at our house for Thanksgiving that year and as I think back on that visit, I can hear his laugh. He had a interesting laugh. It filled the space around you and made the air tremble. When I was a kid I had a visual conception of of his laugh...in my mind I saw water splashing down an old fashioned washboard. But it is the image of my father's hands that day which has stayed with me. From the time I can remember, Dad was the cook in our family and just as I had watched him cook when I was a kid, he sat in my kitchen, watching me. He leaned on the red counter top with elbows and hands outstretched. While he watched, he told another of his outrageous stories. A story I must have heard a hundred times and one that I could have heard a hundred more. As he spoke I found myself looking at his hands, for they always seemed to be moving, choreographed to the pitch and tempo of his voice. They were large and rough; sun damaged and scuffed from a lifetime of continual use, and they were always brusied or healing from a cut or a scratch. Dad had been a machinist by trade and his hands bore the proof, with the little finger on his left hand permanently bent at a a 45 degree angle. Years ago he had squashedt flat in a pressing machine and during the time his finger was healing the doctor told him that he could remove the useless digit and his employer's insurance would pay him two thousand dollars for the loss. My father declined with a laugh, saying... "I plan to go out with everything I came in with, but my teeth." Yep, those were the beat up old hands of a man who loved and lived life well. As I kept to my preparations for dinner, Dad told the story of when he'd gone Quail hunting with the canine member of the family. Jet was a mixed breed, but we assumed she was mostly Lab. She was a rescue from "The pound" and though never formally trained she turned out to be a natural hunter and retriever. Dad began his story by recounting what a beautiful autumn day it had been, but a disappointing one...for he missed every shot Jet had flushed. As he spoke, his hands emphasized every nuance of the story. His fingers curled inward toward his palms, then opened out as he described the puffs of Jet's breath in the crisp air. His fingers tapped on the counter as he talked about the sound of the frosty vegetation crunching under his feet. The fingers of his right hand waved as if moved by a soft breeze when he told of the sun setting low on the horizon, the quiet in the waning light, and the golden glow coming from the harvested field of grain. He said he was about ready to pack it in when he heard a soft whine coming for the back of Jet's throat. He looked down at her and she back up at him, then she rushed headlong into a thicket. Thinking she was flushing again he raised his shotgun in anticipation. There was a great thrashing about in the brush, but no birds flew. Moments passed, then Jet emerged with a quail in her mouth. Dad described the look in her eye, one that said it all..."You're a sorry excuse! You can't get a bird, but by all that's holy, I can!" Back in real time, the air around me begins to quiver with the sound of his laughter as his hands slap down on the counter. After a bit, our laughter subsides and his hands settle down with the fingers intertwinded. Dad says quietly, "Yea-uh, she was a good ol' dog, Jetdog was...Yea-uh." Then, absentmindedly he begins to pick at the cuticle of his thumb with his pointer finger, lost for a moment in the memory of the love and admiration he had for that dog. We were quiet for a time. Peeling potatoes, I again look over my shoulder and a flood of images rush in on my thoughts. I see myself running in total glee toward the out-reached hands of this man and remember the feeling of compression on my ribs as he grabs me, flinging me upward into the air and the feeling of strength in those fingers as they catch me coming down. And the look of those seemingly clumsy fingers and how they would hold the tiny glass applicator from from the Iodine bottle while precisely spreading the orange stuff on a wound. I can see clearly, Dad's hands holding a recently deceased chicken up to the now infamous plucking machine, the feathers flying, Mom yelling, while over it all I hear his washboard laugh. Another mental home movie comes to mind; his hand reaching down and pulling his drowning daughter from an eddy at the rivers' edge and I remember staring at his pleading , insistent fingers as he coaxed a suicidal woman from a bridge. I remember so many things my father's hands did over the years; the fixing of broken toys, hiding of Easter baskets, the making of kites and the tugging of string while teaching the art of kite flying. I remember a ball peen hammer held firmly

ALLAH/GOD PREDESTINED REPENTANCE MESSENGERSCHIP (Q:22:75)FOR HIS CHOSEN {(Q:7:206),(Q:15:40)} SELECTED SPECIAL TEACHER (Q:42:13). THEREFORE, AT EXACTLY THIRTY-FIVE YEARS OLD (35), Djapi ACHIEVED REPENTANCE THEORETICALLY {(Q:3:185),(Q:13:11)} and PRACTICALLY {(Q:9:105),(Q:17:110),(Q:29:69)} and MOSTLY (Q:22:59). Behold! THE PROPHETS and MESSENGERS DIVINE MISSION THROUGH DIVINE REVELATIONS WHERE TO "TRAIN HUMAN BEING WILL". THE DIVINE REPENTANCE MISSION MESSENGERSHIP OF SAINT DJAPI IS BUT TO BRING INTO APPLICATIONS and IMPLICATIONS OF THE HOLIES BOOKS=PRACTICAL KNOWLDGE and WISDOM WHICH ALLAH/GOD BESTOWED UPON SAINT DJAPI IN Austrian, WITH WHICH Djapi AIMED and ACHIEVED "REPENTANCE AT 35 years old": THEREFORE, THE DIVINE PREDESTINED AGE OF "LIFE PROBATION/TEST=REPENTANCE BECOME 35 years old". Behold! SAINT DJAPI WAS THEN THE "sinner CHOSEN AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-NINE (29) WHILE CHRISTIAN, WHO THEN CONVERTED TO ISLAM (Q:5:3) THROUGH ALLAH/GOD DIVINE GUIDANCE (Q:10:9) and LEADING (Q:16), WHICH BROUGHT Djapi, AFTER SIX years MUSLIM FAITH (Q:49:16), TO THE PRIVILEGE OF ISLAM {(Q:7:206),(Q:49:17)}, HOLINESS/SAINTHOOD {(Q:7:31),(Q:56:10/11),(Q:57:17),(Q:57:19)}=STAGE JUST shorter TO THE PROPHETHOOD, PROMISED TO ALL (Q:1:18/19)". N.B: THE WORLD HAD EVER SAID and PROMISED THE "YOUTH, A VIRTUAL FUTURE BASED ON NOTHING=VAIN FUTURE". BUT ALLAH/GOD, CREATOR GRANTOR-CHERISHER-SUSTAINOR-NOURRISCHER-PROVIDER-MOST GRACIOUS-MOST MERCIFUL THEN TURNS TOWARDS THE "YOUTH=GIVING and PROVIDING Them THE RIGHT PATH and WAY {(Q:16:64),(Q:29:69),(Q:35:19),(Q:58:22),(Q:90:10/11)}. PREPARING THE YOUTH FOR THEIR "PREDESTINED ASSURED and SECURED FUTURE BY/PER/THROUGH REPENTANCE DESTINED AGE OF (35)=GREEN MARTYRDOM=HOLINESS/SAINTHOOD (Q:22:59)". Behold! AFORETIME, THE YOUTH WERE "MISLED" THROUGH THE SPIRITUAL BLINDNESS OF THOSE WHO SAID: "NONE KNOWS ABOUT DESTINY=IF YOUTH KNEW and IF ELDER COULD"=FACKE-FALSE=WRONG: Causes-Motives-Reasons="Man's DESTINY AS FAR AS We CAN SEE, IS THE HIGHEST IN DEGREE" (Q:31:20) PROPHET LUQMAN: BACKING DIVINE WORDS INTO DIVINE ACTIONS, SAINT DJAPI'S "REPENTANCE MESSEGERSHIP DESTINY". THEREFORE, THE YOUTH HAVE FROM THE PRACTICAL DIVINE EXAMPLE OF SAINT DJAPI WHO "PROVED-POINTED-SHOWES-SORTED OUT PERFECTLY THE DESTINY KNOWLEDGE TAUGHT THEORETICALLY BY PROPHET LUQMAN=PRACTICED BY SAINT DJAPI'S REPENTANCE MESSENGERSHIP=35 years old". N.B: THE THIRD MILLENIUM YOUTH "KNOW". Any and Each and Every Youth, as from SAINT DJAPI ON, IS "KNOWER and WISER OF his/her DESTINY PREDESTINED=AT 35 years old". IT IS BUT DIFFICULT MOSTLY TO THOSE "ABOVE--BEYONG-OVER 35 years old, WHO HAVE TO "GO BACK IN ORDER TO JUMP FORWAD=IL FAUT RECULER POUR MIEUX SAUTER=ZURRUCK ZIEHEN UM WEITER NACH VORNEN HUMPFEN ZU KONEN (Q:8:15)"=CONCERNING THOSE (+35years old). THE YOUTH BEING THOSE "AIMED-CIBLED-TARGETED BY THE WILL and PLAN OF ALLAH/GOD, THOSE (-35 YEARS OLD), ARE THEN THE "BLESSED ONES", WHO HAVE "ENTIRE-COMPLETE-TOTAL and FULL HOUSE=(34 YEARS) LIFE PROBATION/TEST PREDESTINED-PROMISED-PROVIEDED-DESTINED PERFECT PREPARATIONS (Q:34:33),(Q:34:39)": WHEREOF ORIGIN and NOTION: "THE AARIVAL or DESCENT OF THE PROMISED SPIRIT OF THE TRUTH OF PROPHET JESUS {John (14:16/17),(15:26),(16:7)}=REPENTANCE ANGEL {(Q:9:105),(Q:17:110),(Q:29:69),(Q:34:41),(58:22)(Q:39:73/74)}. "His GRACE METAPHYSICIAN GREEN MARTYR SAINT DJAPI". "ye are nor have nothing without Repentance". Good Luck!