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In a dream, in a night vision, while [I was] asleep upon [my] bed during my imprisonment, a voice called in my ears. The voice was the voice of Jacob, like the voice of my father, may his memory be…
I had been living in tranquility in my home, refreshed in my sanctuary, my palace, in the holy congregation of Prague for some twenty-eight years after they had chosen me from the assembly to be a…
I was born in July, 1626, in the French city of Tartas to my father Christopher de Lis and my mother Elisabeth de Pas. She nursed me with her own milk, taught, educated, and held me on her own lap…