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Persecution of the Founder of Daheshism

About 2000 year ago, Jesus Christ was persecuted for preaching righteousness, love, and the belief in God. His persecutors were King Herod, the Jewish clergy and people, and Pilate Pontius. The story of his persecution continues to be told to this day and is passed on from one generation to the next. To Daheshists, the persecution of our Beloved and Guiding Prophet, is no less significant or severe, for on August 28, 1944, the founder of Daheshism was persecuted by a tyrant Lebanese president—who possessed Sayyals [Spiritual Fluids] from both, King Herod and Pilate Pontius—and the story of this persecution will also be told from one generation to the next.

In his inspired book “Strange Stories and Wonderful Tales,” our Beloved Prophet wrote a story titled “A Dialogue Between Four Candles.” Even though the story may seem to the reader as a work of fiction, however, the storyteller, speaking through a candle, tells the factual details of his own persecution and its consequences for Lebanon and the Lebanese people—consequences that led to an all out civil war that began on April 13, 1975 and the remnants of this civil war continue to be felt and develop up to this day.

A Dialogue Between Four Candles

It was exactly 7 pm on February 4, 1979, when a sudden power outage disrupted a conversation we were having and stark darkness filled the place. Present, were two men, two children, and four women. Chukri [the other man] briefly left us looking for candles and then returned with four that he lit and placed in a row on a table in order to provide us with light. Of course, it was a faint light if compared to the bright light generated from electricity. All of a sudden, I heard a faint voice speaking, so I focused my sight towards the source and to my wonder, I saw the first and the shortest of the lined up candles conversing with its fellow candles. So, I listened carefully to what it had to say and here it is:

First Candle: How miserable is Beirut! How pitiful are its dwellers! For four years the horrific calamities are pouring on top of its residents—just like molten lava—and without leniency or mercy. For the loud rumbling canon sounds had shaken the foundations of this inflicted city; the blasts of bombs deafened the ears and destroyed what it may from the structures; the launched mighty rockets inflicted destruction throughout the cities of Lebanon and transformed its happiness into a great sadness and enduring worry.

Many were orphaned, widowed, amputated, lost extremities, beheaded, and bullets penetrated thousands of bodies. The demons of hell attacked the residents of Beirut and harvested their souls, thereby eradicating them and wiping their traces from existence! It has been four years and the spilled blood is flowing like rivers and without satisfying the hunger felt by the demons of evil to harvest and kill souls. It is the fury of God Almighty that targeted this city and its villages thereby turning them into ruins. Wailing did not spare any home—without exception! All were inflicted with calamity. May God protect us from the havoc caused by the weapons of destruction throughout this beautiful country and transformed it into piles of rubble and ruins. It is a massive calamity that was inflicted on every Lebanese and changed his happiness to sadness.

The second candle inquiring from its short companion by saying:
O sister! What was the reason for this great calamity that destroyed Lebanon and transformed its structures to ruins?

The first candle responded: Didn’t you hear about the persecution of [Dahesh] the founder of the Daheshist religion? He was persecuted on August 28, 1944 by Bechara el-Khoury, the Lebanese president. This traitor, in agreement with his evil followers, dispatched a bunch of foreign street mobsters in order to relieve him from Dahesh—especially after the famous literary writer Marie Hadad, the sister of Bechara’s wife Laure, and her three daughters Magda, André, and Zeina had all believed in the Message of Dahesh and accepted its principles. Since that moment, Bechara channeled his anger on Dahesh and ordered the police and the police intelligence departments to follow Dahesh and to surround his home with undercover agents on a hope of catching him in any illegal act that would give them a probable cause to arrest him and to bring him in to the police station for questioning.

The surveillance lasted for six complete months, however they failed to achieve the intended result. Rather, all the written reports affirmed the decency of Dahesh and his abiding by the laws of the country. As a result of the police investigations and their fact-finding efforts, the detectives could not find any legal justification to use against him. On the contrary, the content of all of their reports was in Dahesh’s favor. When their plan failed, they dispatched a bunch of their evil mobsters in order to assassinate him at the entrance of his home, however, they failed because God saved him from the evil they intended to inflict on him—i.e., from being killed through assassination. Instead, they arrested him and placed him in a police car accompanied by Mr. George Hadad, the brother-in-law of Bechara el-Khoury. The cars of the mobsters were packed with men accustomed to committing crimes and they were following the police car while threatening Dahesh with their fists—despite his presence in a police car under custody.

Dahesh looked at the policemen and said to them: “Is this what you call justice in Lebanon? You arrest the innocent people and release the criminals so that they can follow you and threaten me in clear view of your eyes and yet you fail to act?” The policemen could not answer him.

After hearing this story and speaking with a shaken voice, the third candle asked: What happened then?

The short candle answered: This conversation is lengthy and would require many hours, however, in order for you to learn about the details of these horrific events, you can read the series of “Black Books” [66 Black Books] that Dahesh wrote about Bechara el-Khoury, the tyrant, who committed crimes on a continuous basis.

In a voice full of worries and after hearing all this, the fourth candle said: O God! How is it that they [Lebanese people] say: “Lucky is the one who has a goat’s resting place in Lebanon!”

The short candle answered: The saying is nothing but a fairy tale. The truth enforces the fact and the fact refutes made up sayings. The horrible persecution that Dahesh faced affirms that justice was lost, the truth was buried, and freedom was trampled over by the heel of a cruel ruler. Following the [unconstitutional] stripping of Dr. Dahesh from his nationality and expelling him from Lebanon, a painful series of wrecking horrors took place. Mrs. Marie Hadad was placed in prison and remained there for one year among the criminals and killers—all that because she defended the founder of her faith that was unjustly oppressed in the 20th century and in a city that they describe as the City of knowledge and light. The events that took place refute, obliterate, and wipe out any traces of this saying.

Likewise, Halim Dammous, the remarkable poet who is known as the nightingale of Lebanon, was also imprisoned. This peaceful innocent man was thrown into the depth of prisons unjustly and with brutality, not for any crime he had committed, but rather because he defended an innocent man by raising his voice in protest against this ugly and horrible crime. Through an executive order from the murderous tyrant of Lebanon, he spent one full year behind bars!

The three candles simultaneously said: Was there not a single man that supported the truth, defended the innocent, and protested the stripping of Dr. Dahesh’s nationality?

The short candle responded: With great regret I say, not a single man came forth—whether this man being a journalist, lawyer, member of the parliament, or a government minister. Yes, no one in Lebanon came forth and no one in all of its cities and villages defended a truth that all the rocks and inanimate objects testify to throughout this country—a country inflicted with the plague of oppression by the tyrant and murderous Bechara el-Khoury. All of them went along with him in order to serve their own self-interests. Why would they care if a group of people were oppressed as long as their-interests are safeguarded?

The three candles spoke simultaneously saying: It is a mark of shame that branded Lebanon as a result of this excessive oppression—especially when no man stood up in opposition to this shattering crime. If what transpired in Lebanon transpired in Europe, even at a scale of one-thousandth, such a government would have fallen hard as a result of widespread revolts. That’s because the European people are educated and keen on safeguarding their rights and their governments are even more diligent in safeguarding such rights. Such a horrific crime could never have taken place in any modern country or civilized capital. History had recorded a mark of disgrace on Lebanon and such a mark will remain a heavy burden on its chest for future generations. Just as the inhabitants of earth curse Cain for killing his brother Abel, likewise they will curse day and night Bechare el-Khoury and his evil gangsters.

The short candle continued by saying: Halim Dammous, the poet rolled up his sleeves and hit the streets objecting to this horrific crime committed by Bechara el-Khoury, the tyrant. He assured the people that the price for this crime will be heavy and unless: people raise the flag of disobedience and denounce this crime; individuals or an honorable group volunteer to demand the restoration of citizenship to Dahesh; the press publish the details of this heinous crime and criticize those who committed the crime; and unless they listen to these guidelines derived from the Spiritual World, then he assured them there will come a day when punishment will be inflicted on Lebanon and destroy its infrastructure, demolish its buildings, orphan its children, kill its men, dishonor its women…and just as this criminal [the president] turned Dahesh homeless, so will God turn the people of this country displaced and homeless.

He affirmed to them this scary prospect through repetition and on several occasions, however, his words fell on deaf ears, for no one budged and no man volunteered to take the side of the truth by defending Dahesh, the innocent, and by denouncing the crime of the Lebanese president—a despicable crime that is judging Lebanon and inescapably tarnishing his reputation with severity.

Finally, the people kicked Bechara el-Khoury out of office and consequently he lived an isolated existence at home overwhelmed with disgrace, grief, desperation, and anguish filling his evil soul. The people kicked him out of office after obtaining evidence of his criminality in sucking Lebanon dry. He used Lebanon as a milking cow that he solely enjoyed and deprived all others from it. However, no man or faction came forward to defend Dahesh, rather, the newspapers wrote and published articles ridiculing Halim Dammous, the poet, saying that he had lost his mind and became insane for saying that if no one defends Dahesh and denounces the crime Bechara el-Khoury committed against him, that a horrific punishment will pour down on Lebanon. The newspapers continued their attack by writing that whatever Halim Dammous is saying, it is nothing but trivial fabrications and that he should be locked up in a mental institution, because that’s where he belongs.

The short candle continued by saying: God is patient, but never neglectful, so the days passed and the hour of punishment approached and here we are in 1975. In this year the noise of gunshots is ear-piercing, followed by bombs, Kalashnikovs [assault rifles], rockets, and canons…the instruments of destruction poured over Lebanon in a very horrific way! So many young men were slaughtered based on their identity card [reflecting religious affiliation], were scalped, butchered in scary basements, eyes gouged, noses amputated, and necks cut off!  Horror filled the streets, traversed the homes, and searched around the curves. Killing took place on both sides based on the identity card of the holder without pity or mercy not whatsoever. Fear took over, dread prevailed, horror filled the hearts and took shelter in the chests. The buildings began to fall and to disintegrate from the impact of weapons of horror!

Many were the rapes! Many young people were kidnapped and then immediately killed! Many stores were burglarized and many homes were wiped clean of their contents! Tens of thousands of people deserted the country of horror leaving behind their homes and becoming homeless throughout the world! Here you find the citizens of “Al-Damoor,” who left their city, mourn its founders after being taken over… Many were the tragedies that took place! When mentioned, one may think these tragedies are just myths being told and not facts.

The three candles asked their short leader saying: What about Dahesh? What happened to him? She answered: Dahesh was on the heels of his persecutors, for his [66] Black Books broke their back and unveiled their true nature, thereby appearing to the people naked and without cover. His Black Books were filled with the most horrible of deeds that they had committed and the most despicable of behavior that they had immersed themselves into, thus allowing the people to realize their obvious and hidden shortcomings and consequently to curse them day and night.

I assure you that had there been individuals that defended him [Dahesh] as an innocent victim whose rights were violated, God would not have poured his wrath on their cities and turned them upside down. What was inflicted on them was inflicted previously on Sodom and Gomorrah. Many were the times that Lot advised his countrymen, the residents of Sodom and Gomorrah, to refrain from wickedness, however, they did not heed to his lectures and instructions and prompted God Almighty to rain on them fire and brimstone thereby burning their cities and eradicating them forever. When people read about their conduct, they curse over their defiled graves.

Likewise it was with Father Noah, who advised his people many times to refrain from wickedness and to ask for forgiveness, however, they would intensify their ridicule of him and their mockery of his sayings would increase. That’s when God rained on them for 40 days and nights and the Great Deluge killed them. This is what happened to Lebanon! Halim Dammous, the poet, advised the people many times and repeatedly, however, his efforts were like someone playing the trumpet in the middle of the desert. His lot from his countrymen was a quick mockery and ugly talk.

When none of them defended the violated rights of Dahesh; did not attack the horrible and enormous oppression that the tyrant Bechara el-Khoury inflicted on Dahesh; and without a change in behavior things got to a boiling point, the bow of patience run out of arrows, and the specified hour of punishment approached; then the prophecy that Halim Dammous derived from the Spiritual World and relayed to them repeatedly and on many occasions did come true. He was rewarded then with a barrage of ridicule carried in the newspapers—just as Noah and Lot were ridiculed.

I did say that the hour of punishment approached and now the artillery is thundering and pouring its devastation on all the Lebanese people. The rockets are roaring like lions and producing horrific sounds, while the bullets and grenades are harvesting the lives of people. The land is now full of orphans and the wailing from fear is now widespread throughout Lebanon. This calamity is complete and the destruction widespread and did not spare anyone. The horrible crying and loud wailing filled the ears. The looting, theft, and attacks covered everyone and they were all punished without an exception.

Had they listened to Halim Dammous, the poet, and there were people that defended the founder of Daheshism, they would not have reached this horrible end that stormed Lebanon violently.

All of a sudden, the power was restored and the bright electric light overwhelmed the candle and stopped its dialogue.

Dahesh
(Beirut at 7:15 PM on February 4, 1979)

When I Depart From You

Our Beloved and Guiding Prophet passed away on April 9, 1984. While he was alive, he had instructed Daheshists in writing to recite eight items during his interment, beginning with a prayer and then followed by seven expressive pieces in a specific order. The following piece is the third:

When I depart from you

When distance places a formidable obstacle between you and myself, and I am no longer visible to your eyes—eyes that long to see my familiar face.

When you are urged by a strong longing to meet with me, the way we used to meet, at that point, remember what I used to tell you, bring my image closer to your thoughts, and rest assured that your wish is the same as my wish and that it was the only reason for my living.

That’s because I love you so much! Love you so much!

When you are ascertained that I was lashed, slapped, insulted, and driven by the lashers while being insulted, cussed, and then thrown in a horrific and scary prison, where they did not even provide me with food to satisfy my extreme hunger and quench my unbearable thirst, at that point, remember me, my beloved, and likewise, your memories will be intermixed with my Spirit.

That’s because I love you so much! Love you so much!

When the days pass, the months end, and the years vanish, while you are awaiting my return to stay with you with much desire, however, your insistent desire remains trapped and unfulfilled within your chests, at that point…remember my past meetings with you, my dearest, and say: It was a delightful dream that roamed this world for moments and then disappeared.

That’s because I love you so much! Love you so much!

When you lose hope in my return to you, and time turns over its years in a gloomy and persisting manner, and my memories roam in your hearts, you will read what I had left you, and at that point, say: He left our world like a lightning. Be certain that I will observe you from my distant world with much longing…

That’s because I love you so much! Love you so much!

Dr. Dahesh

 

 

Why Daheshists Celebrate June 1st?

Daheshists throughout the globe celebrate every year on June 1st. It is the birthday anniversary of our Beloved and Guiding Prophet. For those who are not familiar with Dr. Dahesh and what he represents, I will present them with a small excerpt taken from the inspired book “Memoirs of Jesus of Nazareth.” After reading this excerpt, there will be little doubt in their mind as to the identity of Dr. Dahesh from the Daheshist point of view:

The Departure of Christ

From “Memoirs of Jesus of Nazareth

By Dr. Dahesh

 

O city of Nazareth! I will return to you after so many years.

I will return to you, however, you will reject me again.

I will return to you when it is time to reveal the truth.

I will return to you, however, you will be drowning in sins.

Then you will not listen to me, as you are not listening to me now!

O city of Nazareth! Woe to you if you continue with your oppression and recklessness!

When my final hour comes, I will leave your land only to return to it after 20 centuries.

At that time your name would have spread throughout the earth, from east to west.

Every inhabitant living under the stars will recognize you and you will become their envy.

After these 20 centuries, your soil will hold the remains of one of my disciples

That until now I have not yet chosen.

As to you, you will remain the same.

And you will carry the name of the Nazarene,

Without having true faith take hold in your heart.

Woe and woe to you if you do not change your ways.

Farewell O village of my upbringing,

Whose water I drank,

Whose fruits I ate,

Where I took shelter under your shades,

And enjoyed your sunshine.

O children of my father and mother, Farewell.

Liberation of Dr. Dahesh’s Soul

Commemorating the 26th Anniversary of His Departure

As I live among fellow human beings, I ponder over their physical, cultural, behavioral, and intellectual diversity as well as all the contradictions that are associated within them. I see the extremes and all shades in the middle between the rich and poor; healthy and sick; young and old; good and evil; generous and stingy; happy and sad; reserved and permissive; moral and immoral; intelligent and dumb; playful and stern; religious and atheist; gentle and harsh; kind and abusive…My pondering leads me to the ultimate question: What does it all mean?

To Daheshists, there is only one answer: Being one with the Creator. One may wonder, how human diversity and all the contradictions lead to being one with the Creator? According to Daheshist ideology, the entire physical universe is comprised of 150 levels of infernal worlds and 150 levels of lofty worlds. Each level is made up of countless environments where life can form, such as the case for all living entities on Earth. The two extremes represent the furthest from and the closest to the Glory of God, and all in between are varying degrees of these extremes. Our world happens to be at the edge of the infernal worlds and at the same time at the edge of the lofty worlds. Whatever good or bad experiences we find ourselves in are directly related to our conduct in this life or in past lives. In each existence, our free will and conduct will dictate our Spiritual elevation to the lofty worlds or degradation to the infernal worlds. God’s mercy provides us with Spiritual Guides and Prophets to enlighten our path and provide us with salvation.

Since our existence in this life is directly related to our past conduct, then it follows that our existence is mandated. The only exceptions are the Prophets and Guides. Although we had no choice in being born into this life, our Beloved and Guiding Prophet did have a choice and he had chosen to descend to Earth to live among us in order to expose us to new Spiritual truths and to redeem us through his suffering as a human being—the same way he did it 2,000 years ago when he had chosen to be born as our Lord, Jesus Christ.

On April 9, 1984, our Beloved and Guiding Prophet departed from us after laying down the foundation for Daheshism. To his followers, his departure is a bittersweet anniversary. On the one hand, it is sad not to have him among us. On the other hand, it is a joyful reminder of the day his soul was liberated from the prison of the human body. In 1970, he wrote a prose poem titled “O My Worried Soul,” and it is only befitting to present it to the reader on the 26th anniversary of his departure:

 

O My Worried Soul!

 

O my worried frustrated soul!

How burdened you are with the sins of this globe!

Exhausted by the troubles of this mortal life,

And trapped within this trivial body!

Wishing to be released, yet you are restrained by the detested shackles of matter!

O soul, ever-longing for liberation and soaring Heavenward!

Seeking a world other than this material world!

O sacred breath of life and lofty waft!

You’ve been predestined to take on an earthly body for a short period of time,

And through this body, you’ll observe in anguish the horrible evils and horrific sins,

Wishing you had not descended to this deceptive and defiled world.

Attempting to provide guidance to people, despite their being intertwined with evil,

girded by sins, and they speak with utmost profanity.

O soul! A handful of individuals comprehended and lived by the truth—to a certain level.

Since man’s days are limited and his nights will come to an end,

why then he doesn’t despise the lure of life and promote virtue,

in order to merit being in lively paradises full of Spiritual bliss and Divine enjoyment,

where he can spend thousands of years experiencing a beatitude that no pen can describe.

All the temptations of this life are incapable of bringing happiness to my soul,

or an illusive happiness—a feeling severed quickly by the horrific sharp sword of death.

When the flame of my life is extinguished;

When the angel of death calls my name and stretches his arms to embrace me;

and when the scenes of this incredibly sinful Earth are no longer within my sight;

On that day I will feel true happiness; taste the delights of the Lofty Realms;

and live in those magical abodes bursting with bliss,

that has not seen or heard by anyone!

On that moment my ecstasy is complete and my Spiritual joys are fulfilled.

When would I be able to escape from the quarters of imprisonment

to the sky of freedom? When?

Dr. Dahesh,

June 27, 1970, at 9:30 PM

At the Sheraton Hotel in Kuwait

Taken from the Book “Selections from the Works of Dr. Dahesh” Pages 307-309

 

Persecution of the Founder of Daheshism

About 2000 year ago, Jesus Christ was persecuted for preaching righteousness, love, and the belief in God. His persecutors were King Herod, the Jewish clergy and people, and Pilate Pontius. The story of his persecution continues to be told to this day and is passed on from one generation to the next. To Daheshists, the persecution of our Beloved and Guiding Prophet, is no less significant or severe, for on August 28, 1944, the founder of Daheshism was persecuted by a tyrant Lebanese president—who possessed Sayyals [Spiritual Fluids] from both, King Herod and Pilate Pontius—and the story of this persecution will also be told from one generation to the next.

In his inspired book “Strange Stories and Wonderful Tales,” our Beloved Prophet wrote a story titled “A Dialogue Between Four Candles.” Even though the story may seem to the reader as a work of fiction, however, the storyteller, speaking through a candle, tells the factual details of his own persecution and its consequences for Lebanon and the Lebanese people—consequences that led to an all out civil war that began on April 13, 1975 and the remnants of this civil war continue to be felt and develop up to this day.

A Dialogue Between Four Candles

It was exactly 7 pm on February 4, 1979, when a sudden power outage disrupted a conversation we were having and stark darkness filled the place. Present, were two men, two children, and four women. Chukri [the other man] briefly left us looking for candles and then returned with four that he lit and placed in a row on a table in order to provide us with light. Of course, it was a faint light if compared to the bright light generated from electricity. All of a sudden, I heard a faint voice speaking, so I focused my sight towards the source and to my wonder, I saw the first and the shortest of the lined up candles conversing with its fellow candles. So, I listened carefully to what it had to say and here it is:

First Candle: How miserable is Beirut! How pitiful are its dwellers! For four years the horrific calamities are pouring on top of its residents—just like molten lava—and without leniency or mercy. For the loud rumbling canon sounds had shaken the foundations of this inflicted city; the blasts of bombs deafened the ears and destroyed what it may from the structures; the launched mighty rockets inflicted destruction throughout the cities of Lebanon and transformed its happiness into a great sadness and enduring worry.

Many were orphaned, widowed, amputated, lost extremities, beheaded, and bullets penetrated thousands of bodies. The demons of hell attacked the residents of Beirut and harvested their souls, thereby eradicating them and wiping their traces from existence! It has been four years and the spilled blood is flowing like rivers and without satisfying the hunger felt by the demons of evil to harvest and kill souls. It is the fury of God Almighty that targeted this city and its villages thereby turning them into ruins. Wailing did not spare any home—without exception! All were inflicted with calamity. May God protect us from the havoc caused by the weapons of destruction throughout this beautiful country and transformed it into piles of rubble and ruins. It is a massive calamity that was inflicted on every Lebanese and changed his happiness to sadness.

The second candle inquiring from its short companion by saying:
O sister! What was the reason for this great calamity that destroyed Lebanon and transformed its structures to ruins?

The first candle responded: Didn’t you hear about the persecution of [Dahesh] the founder of the Daheshist religion? He was persecuted on August 28, 1944 by Bechara el-Khoury, the Lebanese president. This traitor, in agreement with his evil followers, dispatched a bunch of foreign street mobsters in order to relieve him from Dahesh—especially after the famous literary writer Marie Hadad, the sister of Bechara’s wife Laure, and her three daughters Magda, André, and Zeina had all believed in the Message of Dahesh and accepted its principles. Since that moment, Bechara channeled his anger on Dahesh and ordered the police and the police intelligence departments to follow Dahesh and to surround his home with undercover agents on a hope of catching him in any illegal act that would give them a probable cause to arrest him and to bring him in to the police station for questioning.

The surveillance lasted for six complete months, however they failed to achieve the intended result. Rather, all the written reports affirmed the decency of Dahesh and his abiding by the laws of the country. As a result of the police investigations and their fact-finding efforts, the detectives could not find any legal justification to use against him. On the contrary, the content of all of their reports was in Dahesh’s favor. When their plan failed, they dispatched a bunch of their evil mobsters in order to assassinate him at the entrance of his home, however, they failed because God saved him from the evil they intended to inflict on him—i.e., from being killed through assassination. Instead, they arrested him and placed him in a police car accompanied by Mr. George Hadad, the brother-in-law of Bechara el-Khoury. The cars of the mobsters were packed with men accustomed to committing crimes and they were following the police car while threatening Dahesh with their fists—despite his presence in a police car under custody.

Dahesh looked at the policemen and said to them: “Is this what you call justice in Lebanon? You arrest the innocent people and release the criminals so that they can follow you and threaten me in clear view of your eyes and yet you fail to act?” The policemen could not answer him.

After hearing this story and speaking with a shaken voice, the third candle asked: What happened then?

The short candle answered: This conversation is lengthy and would require many hours, however, in order for you to learn about the details of these horrific events, you can read the series of “Black Books” [66 Black Books] that Dahesh wrote about Bechara el-Khoury, the tyrant, who committed crimes on a continuous basis.

In a voice full of worries and after hearing all this, the fourth candle said: O God! How is it that they [Lebanese people] say: “Lucky is the one who has a goat’s resting place in Lebanon!”

The short candle answered: The saying is nothing but a fairy tale. The truth enforces the fact and the fact refutes made up sayings. The horrible persecution that Dahesh faced affirms that justice was lost, the truth was buried, and freedom was trampled over by the heel of a cruel ruler. Following the [unconstitutional] stripping of Dr. Dahesh from his nationality and expelling him from Lebanon, a painful series of wrecking horrors took place. Mrs. Marie Hadad was placed in prison and remained there for one year among the criminals and killers—all that because she defended the founder of her faith that was unjustly oppressed in the 20th century and in a city that they describe as the City of knowledge and light. The events that took place refute, obliterate, and wipe out any traces of this saying.

Likewise, Halim Dammous, the remarkable poet who is known as the nightingale of Lebanon, was also imprisoned. This peaceful innocent man was thrown into the depth of prisons unjustly and with brutality, not for any crime he had committed, but rather because he defended an innocent man by raising his voice in protest against this ugly and horrible crime. Through an executive order from the murderous tyrant of Lebanon, he spent one full year behind bars!

The three candles simultaneously said: Was there not a single man that supported the truth, defended the innocent, and protested the stripping of Dr. Dahesh’s nationality?

The short candle responded: With great regret I say, not a single man came forth—whether this man being a journalist, lawyer, member of the parliament, or a government minister. Yes, no one in Lebanon came forth
and no one in all of its cities and villages defended a truth that all the rocks and inanimate objects testify to throughout this country—a country inflicted with the plague of oppression by the tyrant and murderous Bechara el-Khoury. All of them went along with him in order to serve their own self-interests. Why would they care if a group of people were oppressed as long as their-interests are safeguarded?

The three candles spoke simultaneously saying: It is a mark of shame that branded Lebanon as a result of this excessive oppression—especially when no man stood up in opposition to this shattering crime. If what transpired in Lebanon transpired in Europe, even at a scale of one-thousandth, such a government would have fallen hard as a result of widespread revolts. That’s because the European people are educated and keen on safeguarding their rights and their governments are even more diligent in safeguarding such rights. Such a horrific crime could never have taken place in any modern country or civilized capital. History had recorded a mark of disgrace on Lebanon and such a mark will remain a heavy burden on its chest for future generations. Just as the inhabitants of earth curse Cain for killing his brother Abel, likewise they will curse day and night Bechare el-Khoury and his evil gangsters.

The short candle continued by saying: Halim Dammous, the poet rolled up his sleeves and hit the streets objecting to this horrific crime committed by Bechara el-Khoury, the tyrant. He assured the people that the price for this crime will be heavy and unless: people raise the flag of disobedience and denounce this crime; individuals or an honorable group volunteer to demand the restoration of citizenship to Dahesh; the press publish the details of this heinous crime and criticize those who committed the crime; and unless they listen to these guidelines derived from the Spiritual World, then he assured them there will come a day when punishment will be inflicted on Lebanon and destroy its infrastructure, demolish its buildings, orphan its children, kill its men, dishonor its women…and just as this criminal [the president] turned Dahesh homeless, so will God turn the people of this country displaced and homeless.

He affirmed to them this scary prospect through repetition and on several occasions, however, his words fell on deaf ears, for no one budged and no man volunteered to take the side of the truth by defending Dahesh, the innocent, and by denouncing the crime of the Lebanese president—a despicable crime that is judging Lebanon and inescapably tarnishing his reputation with severity.

Finally, the people kicked Bechara el-Khoury out of office and consequently he lived an isolated existence at home overwhelmed with disgrace, grief, desperation, and anguish filling his evil soul. The people kicked him out of office after obtaining evidence of his criminality in sucking Lebanon dry. He used Lebanon as a milking cow that he solely enjoyed and deprived all others from it. However, no man or faction came forward to defend Dahesh, rather, the newspapers wrote and published articles ridiculing Halim Dammous, the poet, saying that he had lost his mind and became insane for saying that if no one defends Dahesh and denounces the crime Bechara el-Khoury committed against him, that a horrific punishment will pour down on Lebanon. The newspapers continued their attack by writing that whatever Halim Dammous is saying, it is nothing but trivial fabrications and that he should be locked up in a mental institution, because that’s where he belongs.

The short candle continued by saying: God is patient, but never neglectful, so the days passed and the hour of punishment approached and here we are in 1975. In this year the noise of gunshots is ear-piercing, followed by bombs, Kalashnikovs [assault rifles], rockets, and canons…the instruments of destruction poured over Lebanon in a very horrific way! So many young men were slaughtered based on their identity card [reflecting religious affiliation], were scalped, butchered in scary basements, eyes gouged, noses amputated, and necks cut off!  Horror filled the streets, traversed the homes, and searched around the curves. Killing took place on both sides based on the identity card of the holder without pity or mercy not whatsoever. Fear took over, dread prevailed, horror filled the hearts and took shelter in the chests. The buildings began to fall and to disintegrate from the impact of weapons of horror!

Many were the rapes! Many young people were kidnapped and then immediately killed! Many stores were burglarized and many homes were wiped clean of their contents! Tens of thousands of people deserted the country of horror leaving behind their homes and becoming homeless throughout the world! Here you find the citizens of “Al-Damoor,” who left their city, mourn its founders after being taken over… Many were the tragedies that took place! When mentioned, one may think these tragedies are just myths being told and not facts.

The three candles asked their short leader saying: What about Dahesh? What happened to him? She answered: Dahesh was on the heels of his persecutors, for his [66] Black Books broke their back and unveiled their true nature, thereby appearing to the people naked and without cover. His Black Books were filled with the most horrible of deeds that they had committed and the most despicable of behavior that they had immersed themselves into, thus allowing the people to realize their obvious and hidden shortcomings and consequently to curse them day and night.

I assure you that had there been individuals that defended him [Dahesh] as an innocent victim whose rights were violated, God would not have poured his wrath on their cities and turned them upside down. What was inflicted on them was inflicted previously on Sodom and Gomorrah. Many were the times that Lot advised his countrymen, the residents of Sodom and Gomorrah, to refrain from wickedness, however, they did not heed to his lectures and instructions and prompted God Almighty to rain on them fire and brimstone thereby burning their cities and eradicating them forever. When people read about their conduct, they curse over their defiled graves.

Likewise it was with Father Noah, who advised his people many times to refrain from wickedness and to ask for forgiveness, however, they would intensify their ridicule of him and their mockery of his sayings would increase. That’s when God rained on them for 40 days and nights and the Great Deluge killed them. This is what happened to Lebanon! Halim Dammous, the poet, advised the people many times and repeatedly, however, his efforts were like someone playing the trumpet in the middle of the desert. His lot from his countrymen was a quick mockery and ugly talk.

When none of them defended the violated rights of Dahesh; did not attack the horrible and enormous oppression that the tyrant Bechara el-Khoury inflicted on Dahesh; and without a change in behavior things got to a boiling point, the bow of patience run out of arrows, and the specified hour of punishment approached; then the prophecy that Halim Dammous derived from the Spiritual World and relayed to them repeatedly and on many occasions did come true. He was rewarded then with a barrage of ridicule carried in the newspapers—just as Noah and Lot were ridiculed.

I did say that the hour of punishment approached and now the artillery is thundering and pouring its devastation on all the Lebanese people. The rockets are roaring like lions and producing horrific sounds, while the bullets and grenades are harvesting the lives of people. The land is now full of orphans and the wailing from fear is now widespread throughout Lebanon. This calamity is complete and the destruction widespread and did not spare anyone. The horrible crying and loud wailing filled the ears. The looting, theft, and attacks covered everyone and they were all punished without an exception.

Had they listened to Halim Dammous, the poet, and there were people that defended t
he founder of Daheshism, they would not have reached this horrible end that stormed Lebanon violently.

All of a sudden, the power was restored and the bright electric light overwhelmed the candle and stopped its dialogue.

Dahesh
(Beirut at 7:15 PM on February 4, 1979)

City of Messengers and Prophets

On April 9th, 1984, our Beloved and Guiding Prophet departed from this world and his remains were laid to rest on April 12th, 1984. Exactly 10 years prior, he wrote an inspired poem describing his Soul’s journey to the City of Messengers and Prophets. The poem concludes with a return to this City after his time on earth comes to a close.

On this day, our Beloved, we remember the times we spent with you and remind ourselves that you were a Prophet of God and the Spirit of Christ that lived in our midst, yet very few recognized you. May your struggles and sacrifices during your life on earth motivate many to follow the path of righteousness and love that you had laid down for us to follow.

City of Messengers and Prophets

There, beyond the enormously distant galaxies,
And through those vast gaps extending through out the heavens,
And after I pass by millions of planets spread through out the deep open space,
And cross the homes of bright meteors and the exciting and illuminating stars,
I long to reach the City of Messengers and Prophets…home of the righteous and the pure.

My travel through the endless space continues,
While observing heavenly planets and lofty worlds,
Seeing things that never cross anyone’s mind,
And affirm the greatness of the Creator,
My Soul trembled in awe to what it had touched and observed.

I departed these lofty and noble habitations,
Crossing in Spirit endless and desolate regions [of space],
Where there appeared before me the irrefutable greatness of the Creator,
And I was stunned by all the guarded secrets that were unveiled to me,
So, I bowed down to the Creator of people and beings, glory to His name.

My Spiritual journey through the vast oceans of space continues,
For millions of years—turning into billions of years,
And exposing me to an endless series of great divine spectacles,
So, I fell on my face beseeching the Creator,
To expand my intellect and knowledge, as well as inspire in me the secrets of eternity.

After traveling for billions of years into the deepest regions of space,
There appeared to me the ghost of a magical city,
Created by God in a fascinating Spiritual region,
And in approaching the city,
I realized that its beauty and dazzle are beyond description,
And the divine magnificence of its music delights the ears and captures the minds;
At that point my Soul was intoxicated and I fell into an intense heavenly slumber.

As I returned to my awakened state, the angel of the Holy City informed me that my intoxication lasted for a million years,
And I saw Lord Christ, Buddha, Muhammad, Moses, Elijah, Isaiah, Nahum, David, Daniel, Solomon, Hosea, and a great crowd of Messengers and Prophets.
The Prophets spoke together, as if they were one mouth and one tongue saying to me:
You, who come to us from the world we were sent to previously,
If you deliver your Message properly,
And withstand persecution by the inhabitants of earth and if they falsely accuse you,
Then you will reach this divine planet after your earthly life concludes,
And you will live in our midst under the care of the Creator of all beings.

Dr. Dahesh,
April 12, 1974