The “Unetaneh Tokef” (The 'siluk´prayer-poem)

The “Unetaneh Tokef”
(By D.L. Siluk)

The “Unetaneh Tokef” is a liturgical (relating to worship) poem, known as ‘The Siluk Prayer’ (in poetic form)—written by one of Judaism’s leading Torah authorities, Rabbi Yitzchak ben Moshe of Vienna 1189-1250 AD, whom was a student of Rabbi Avraham ben Aziel (Germany). He died at the age of 70. In Aramaic, the ‘siluk’ prayer-poem means ascension. Its main function is to rise, or lift up the requester to a higher level. It has been said, one’s soul can be raised up unto God, if his heart is pure, and he is earnest in his prayer; and his life too. In the composition, God takes note, as one declares God’s actions to be just, if indeed, the worshiper’s heart is free to say so.
The author, has used this prayer, and can vouch for its nature—its holiness; it is the highest form of ascension to the presence of God a human can acquire. When the author had finished his prayer (referring to an event in 1983), within a mist, a hand appeared, in front of him, so pure, it radiated with light and filled the whole room. He felt he could disappear and be with God, Himself. Yet, it was not his time. So taken in was he, he did not want to leave the room. And like Doubting Thomas, he reached to touch it, and his hands went through the mist and pure light as a plane going through a white cloud.
To deny there is a God (at least to this author) is silly, when he visited you.

Velvet Darkness (The tunnels to Heaven and Hell))a poem))

Velvet Darkness

Red light (a passage to doom)
Throwing blindly glows
Upon the walls and ceiling
(of the Great Cavern);
Throughout the passageway—
The effect, intensely rich
With Velvet Blackness!
All like a dream:
Then the light died,
Now abrupt in
Feeble gloom…
Alone!...

#1796 4-20-2007



Note: there are always stories about the light at the end of the tunnel, and we forget, there is also gloom, at the other end; thus, depending which end we end up at. In the bible it says: choose what you wish to be; yes, God has given us choices, and we see this in the Book of Revelation, chapter #22 in particular that says in essence: if you chose to be unjust, filthy, so be it, let him be, remain so; likewise, if he chooses to be just and righteous, again, let him be so. So God is not pushing anyone any which way. In a like manner, I think he is saying, if you want the Velvet Darkness, you got it, if you want heavenly light, you got it. Choose this day what you shall be! And Live with it.

It is a small poem I write, and sometimes my commentary or notes are much more than my poems. Hence, the above statement is nothing to sneeze at; God’s prophetic time clock is ticking away, every event that hits the news we see it in a few minutes, if not on the spot, and for those who are waiting for the last minute to make peace with God, may find themselves at the wrong end of the tunnel.

The Short Story of: a Heart and Soul (The story behind the poem))Parts: 1,2 & 3)

The Short Story of:
A Heart and Soul

(The Story behind the Poem)


By Dennis L. Siluk



The Poem:

Tale of a Heart and Soul

This is an odd story (or tale)
to say the least,
where I came upon any angry old man once
in Garmish Germany, back in ‘73—.
We walked together in the surrounding hills
and thus, spotted two young boys—
with silver-white hair, perhaps three or four
years of age, playing with a wolf,
that was peaceful, joyful, quite happy….

“Awe,” said the old man in fright and spite,
Just what do we have here?”
Spooked in admiration he was,
angry for whom, knows what!
He said to me, irritatingly, “If I were that
wolf beast, I’d be wild, free and happy!
I wish, I wish, I wish I could be!”

And I do believe, sometimes when we
wish hard enough, God grants us just
that, what we want, but shouldn’t have…
a lesson perhaps, to be learned,
if not by the ‘wisher’ hopefully by others.

And then, all of a sudden, the old man
was calm, peaceful, joyful, singing a song,
wanting to play with the boys, haply,
as if he really knew them…!
(something was very wrong);
then the angry wolf, attacked him—
not me, perhaps (so I thought at the time)
it was the Old man, inside the wolf’s skin,
and the wolf inside the man,
and the wolf killed him,
and I shot the wolf…!


#1784 4-8-2007 (D) Sometimes things happen for reasons beyond our comprehension, and simply not knowing why, so we guess at its internal structure, its motivation, reasoning, motives for being, happening, when it is the simplest of all to say what you really think and feel, and that is usually right. As in this case, perhaps the man got his wish, and envy got its revenge, one of the deadly seven sins.



The Story



Here for the first time in print is the story behind the poem “Tale of a Heart and Soul” as told by Poet Laureate, and author, Dennis L. Siluk.

November, 1970.

A village called Garmish, in West Germany in a small valley surrounded by mountains. A focus for the many on ski jumps, meadows, and hills in the valley, the valley with a population of at least than five thousand, supplying the churches, guesthouses and the few hotels. No movie house. The only way the traveler can find his way to the valley in winter is by automobile, the train runs up to the end of October.
The hotel is small and clean, the rooms are not well heated; not much more can be said about it, although it has a bar in the back of it, and the architecture is of an old German Bavarian look. A man named Ski (for short: he was Polish) once a Staff Sergeant in the United States Army, a widower and retired and now living in Augsburg, Germany for the last seven-years. He is five feet nine-inches tall. He is in great physical condition and looks younger than he is. He has a handsome square chined face, with deep blue eyes, and an unsmiling mouth that twitches when he is annoyed, irritated or simply angry, and quickly it shapes into grimness and germinates for hours. Seldom does he smile, but sometimes a cleaver smile appears. The secret of his youthful appearance is not his physical prowess, not his quick wit, nor his sharp words; at times odd if not mysterious they can be, but his lack of tolerance (his facial mannerisms, his boyish frown); also, he is clean shaving, and his hair is always groomed, cu short and perfectly. The color of his skin is milk white and smooth, he constantly grooms himself.
We had first met each other at Reese Compound (an American Army base) at its small PX (a store for the military personnel) through a mutual friend on the base, Bruce Small, a southern boy from North Carolina. He thought we might be interested in going to Garmish Germany together, perhaps skiing, or just for a weekend holiday, since we both liked to travel, to get away, and drink in the few Guesthouses they have. I got to know him, He was an angry man, Ski, and had a reputation as a thief, but I was very interested nonetheless, in doing as much traveling around Germany as I could, and it was a good opportunity I thought to have company and someone who knows the area with me. And Garmish was on my mind. He often became alarmed at anyone disrespectful to him or anyone around him he liked, and as I noticed, had very few friends. He suggested we go to Garmish in November—this was in August. I said it was premature, but I would think about it. During this time there was an investigation going on concerning him and a robbery at the big military PX in Augsburg, the officials involved, were looking at him closely, and I expect the cloths he was wearing, for the robbery involved, $3000-dollars worth of stolen cloths, taken. Anyway, I promised to keep him up dated and informed on the matter.

And so it was that I found myself one cold November afternoon standing with Ski on this hillside lightly covered with patches of frost and snow, a winter chill in the air, the valley of Garmish below us, and a cozy farm along side of us. For the most part, this was ski’s getaway during winter nothings I had learned.
Ski stood stone-still on the ground, a bottle of Jack Daniel’s [whiskey] in his side pocket, to keep his insides warm. We had a fence in front of us; se somewhat absently shifted his body, as if off and on, as if he was playing chess. There were figures in the far distance, between the farm house and the fence were we stood, behind. We both, Ski and I stepped off the dirt road, closer to the fence to get a better look.

DS: The great thing about his place is we are almost alone here.
Ski: There’s no snow, wait a few more weeks, all of Germany will be here skiing or resorting for the weekends.
DS: I’ve never downhill skied before.
Ski: Want to start learning?
DS: You going to give me a lesson?
Ski: perhaps, let’s see who those figures are, they’re coming out way.

(What I found to be those figures are off were two small boys about four-year olds, silver-white hair, fraternal twins, and a large wolf, they were playing with one another, a large cow with a bell had followed them, and remained close by. They must have been less than twenty feet away from the fence, from us. They waved at us, and in a casual manner went about playing again. I think I took a candid photograph, snapshot inside my mind of this; it was odd for such a scene. It seemed the children were unaware of the danger that lay before them, or it was us who were unaware, that there was no danger to be aware of.)


A little trigger for Ski, I guess that’s what you would call this, or this being the beginning of it.

DS: Cute boys! (The cow moves about.)
Ski: Cute nothing…a wolf is never cute with two young boys, it can’t be tame, and no wolf is tame.
DS: It doesn’t look like they’re going to be victims. He looks tame (what I wanted to say, was: ‘…you look more dangerous than the wolf,’ but I didn’t.)
Ski: A dumb wolf (to be exact: he meant a wolf that was domesticated, unwilling to be a wild wolf). I think the would was happier before he met his master, look at the pathetic thing, rolling over like a cat, he is nothing but a coward. If I was…! (The must had moved, because I heard the large cow bell around its neck ring.)

If I were the wolf those little boys would have been eaten up, and someone looking for little coffins.
DS: That’s quite a view on things?
Ski: I wish I could be in the wolf’s place…just look at those teeth, and muscles, and bulk, I mean I’d give heart and soul to take his place, free and wild, not like that old cow, with a bell, that’s how I feel now. But beastly free.

(Around the fence, and among the slightly green and brown patches of grass and snow, the ground hardening, winter was present, a light wind touched the cheeks of both men, the sound was a hum to a low sharp hiss. I saw the wolf look at Ski, several glances, the boys busy playing, the dark eyes of the wolf under a snow warm winter afternoon gleaming peacefully, harmlessly, it seemed. I listened to the sounds of nature, winter, and the birds the big cow nearby—and its heavy reverberating sound, deep resonant sound from the bell, the breath of the wolf—its intensity and Ski’s vile mumbling.)

Ski: The wolf is free, no problems, wild and allowed to be so, because it is expected of him, it is his nature, wish I could make some kind of a connection! I wish, wish wish!


Everybody on base (it was not large) knows everyone else, at least by sight. There was no reason I thought at the time, why he would wish such a thing, perhaps a joke, but he was putting heart and soul into his request, now that I think about it. But again I repeat there was no reason I thought at the time, why he would wish such a thing—although he was an angry man.

(Ski was shrewd and calculating and chose his witty words to hurt or paralyze his victims to be. He left me alone, perhaps I was his equal in combat, and one of his only friends—lest he lose me too, and have no one. He liked to create fights, chaos. It would seem he inherited a bad disposition, if not gene. We had gone to Munich together for the October Feast, and on the train he started a fight with one of the officials, and in the bathroom of a beer tent at the feast, he started a fight, and trouble seemed simply to be part of his shadow. One I tried to avoid, and often tried to pacify if not subdue, in a calmly manner. He talked about the Army in a negative way. And I really was getting a headache. Anyway, Ski stood looking at the wolf and the two children. He regretted what he had in life. Thus, losing any motivations for the human race.)

I had been learning a lot abut him the last few months. Shrewd, tough, hateful, thief, and now I were becoming acquainted with Garmish. He had in the past, called on me to talk, just talk about problems. I thought he was drunk, but he didn’t drink half as much as me. He even wanted to give me the cloths he had stolen from the PX. I said ‘no’ to his supposedly kind gesture, and he was a tinge taken back, I actually hurt his feelings. But here we were, both of us, standing behind a fence, looking at a dumb cow, and his bell, and two children playing with a wolf, and Ski in some kind of trance.

DS: Uh-huh. Let’s find a ski lift and go up higher so we can look over the valley?
Ski: What I meant was, my soul and heart have a connection with the nature of this beast-wolf I was keeping that a secret. I’ve never mentioned it before, to anyone—I should have been born a wolf, never even told Bruce, my best friend.
DS: What are you thinking?
Ski: God made me wrong. I think murder is in the sky, the eyes of the wolf are dull, no fierceness.
What I saw was not what he saw evidently, the two boys seated on the ground peacefully playing. This was a vehicle of his own, his own invention, where it would lead to was profound. He must be kidding or mad, I told myself. I had to slap my face to wake me up to face this charade. Why? I told him; “I don’t think so, no I am sure you are wrong.” He found himself to tell me.

—In a moment he was calmer. As if he made a connection with the beast (as if someone had stepped in, and opened a door, and he jumped through it…). I told him not to talk so foolishly and surprisingly, he smiled said, “Don’t worry.”

Ski: the creek, you’ll love the creek; enjoy the cool clear fresh water. (He said it in a low, smooth and almost humble voice.)
DS: of course, I’d never have thought of that, going to a creek, but nevertheless, that sounds tranquilizing. Matter-of-fact, you’ve never mentioned that before. (He had not, so I would find out later, because he had never known of one in the vicinity, only a long time resident or a beast of the wild would know)
It was as though the wolf almost overheard Ski…!
DS: Isn’t it curious the wolf is starting to hiss louder, starting to get up, looking deadly at the boys and you Ski? I mean, its whole composure, equanimity, self-control, is changing in front of us.
Ski: Yes, you are right (he mumbled then: ‘…sometimes when you ask, alas, you receive, not really understanding what you are asking for.’)
DS: (Strange I thought at the time, what Ski said, now subjectively it fits into the composure of the wolf) I think something is going to happen, better we try to protect the boys?

(The picture, four of them, the cow in the background, his bell ringing, clanging, and keeping all alert to the growing alarm: the wolf that now had glossy black-and-deep red eyes. Ski with a darker flesh, and dove like eyes, calmer than me, I had never seen him this way. There seemed to be a narrow line between the beast and Ski, a line I hoped no one crossed over—some kind of unknown intensity was growing, over something I didn’t know was going to happen. Something had overturned. The wolf’s eyes were looking like headlights. I wished I had a guillotine—so I thought ((cut off the head of this intensity)), but I did have my 38-Special (revolver) tucked into by pants, and shirt, fastened to my belt, on my left side, for emergencies. The beast was no longer lying down, he was on all fours. And Ski merely stood their serene, except for the blinking of his eyes, his face was calm, his pulse didn’t seem to have raised one iota, no violence whatsoever on it, almost innocent, paleness only circled his eyes, soft eyes. Ski leaned forward over the fence looking at the wolf closer, and the wolf at him.)

First I saw simply a leaping shadow jumping over the fence. Then a snarling sound and two shapes on the ground somewhere around three feet from me. He, the wolf, killed Ski, ran back to the two boys, I cursed myself for not reacting quicker. My eyes looked at the attack, and then watched him make his escape. But when I cleared my head, I pulled my 38-revolver from its holster, from the left side of me, attached to my belt, unsnapping its leather safety latch overhead (it all took so long it seemed) and shot the beast at about twenty feet distance. In fact, the bullet struck its head, and was laying a foot away from the two boys, whom were simply sitting up, not sure if they were amazed, dumbfounded or what.

I never have understood completely, what took place, about that happening, just that it is so, but the why of it all, why it took place in the first place, will never be clear; I told myself, it is preposterous, but really there is nothing preposterous about it. My friend had simply figured out a nice neat way to decapitate his heart and soul (his spirit and will was strong in his quest) from one body of flesh to a new possibility, a wolf. I repeat, the reasoning, I’ll never know, it is like asking I suppose: why does the devil want to be like God. I doubt the devil knows him self completely.
I suppose someone, somewhere, sometime, someplace, will come along and say, there’s a mathematical element to this, or astrological one, or something psychological, or even demonic, involved here—for it is not possible. I’m always bewildered with such talk. I realize everything I say is virtually invisible talk, so broad; there is no room for daylight. Perhaps sometimes, God grants the fool his wish.
The bite from the beast, caught Ski right under his chin, took a slice out of his throat, as easily as cutting through butter. And that wasn’t preposterous. He loved and savored what he did, that long moment, not for protection or food did he kill, perhaps for a long lived envy or revenge. These are not yes and no questions, I doubt there aren’t any complete or perfect answers, only guesses, conjectures here; those minutes seemed like hours before and during the attack, when he wasn’t Ski to me, never once combed his hair, or tidied up this or that, or wiped his shoes clean, off against his pants legs, as he normally would. He was silent, not a sad silence, but an unexplained one indeed, for whom I had known him to be. It was only 12:00 O’clock (PM), the two itsy-bitsy little boys ran to the farmhouse thereafter; the cow following behind, clanging its bell in alarm. It was kind of like he killed himself, and I killed him too! The only thing that bothered me was that he involved me.

In short, I didn’t realize the significance of his will, even though he was begging to be that wolf. Chewing his lip, frowning at the wolf, I didn’t take it at first seriously, who would, I thought he was just being his old spiteful self, but the moment took place, strange as it be, but I think he savored the moment—he was in ecstasy, and I was his witness, and this is his story. He could have killed me, even after the first attack, but he didn’t, I knew then, and I know now, it was his cup of poison, his suicide note, fast and powerful, almost odorless.


Dead Wolf
(Part Two, to:”…a Heart and Soul”)

(Three weeks later at the Reese Military Compound in West Germany ((Augsburg)), remembering other brief
Fragments of what took place that day on the hill in Garmish)


I remember just before I left the scene, the police were all about, a noiseless moment filled my brain, the wolf looked smudgy-eyed at me, funny I thought then, it staring idiotically into his face; I moved about but the eyes, its eyes, the wolf’s eyes only followed me—; appalled I was, how wrinkled his face shriveled up to be, in such a short period of time. There was a live human soul in them eyes, I swear there was. I lit up a cigarette, the smoke pushed it way to the wolf, blocking his stare, its fixed grin. It all made me furious I remember now, all like a weird dream—honeycombed nightmare.
The silence in his eyes, depressed me, or perhaps it was my silence. I know perfectly well the police were making noise around me, the crime area, but I couldn’t hear them, I was numb—couldn’t hear a thing, nothing at all.
The mountains, and the valley and Garmish itself was all there around me, but I might have not been there at all for all the good it did me.
There I stood, dumb as an ox. Then a police officer with a crispy voiced said something sharp—“Mr. Siluk!” And I knew I had zoned out, and came back to an awareness of where I was.
The Officer mumbled something—I can’t remember what, while the other voices went on hissing.
I at first I had an impression it was evening, but it was really only 2:00 PM, daylight all around me—‘when would this day ever end,’ I asked myself.



I had gone back to my hotel room, more like a cubicle, old style European.
The maid came by, her skin brushed against me, as she fixed the towels on her cart—at the same time handing me two, saying, “I already took the used ones out an hour ago…!” Her flesh was warm, and evidently hadn’t heard of what happened to Ski, “Where is your buddy…?” she asked. It accrued to me then, he was flirting with her also, but I couldn’t answer the question of where he was, not yet anyways.
She looked out the window before going into another hallway, to her right, stopped abruptly, took a closer look—downward (some activity), stared, then dropped her head forward, the shifting of her hair fell into her face like roots of tree. Evidently, she had seen Ski being brought back on a stretcher, on the way to the morgue I would guess. I drew back against the door, I felt weak myself. I decided deep down I would be loyal to Ski and the innocent wolf—and quickly I shut the door, so I’d not have to explain anything more.

When I woke up the next morning, I had slept fifteen-hours straight, I dressed quickly and splashed water on my face, it was a sunless morning, hazy, cold morning. I kind of expected to see Ski lying down in the bed next to me—he of course was not there, thus, concrete testimony to my reality, he was dead.
The hallway was empty, carpeted the length of the hall, red with square and curly designs in black.

Many things flashed back and forth in my mind, such as: the new Ski, how he spoke so gently, and quenched voice, somewhat; I even saw on his face a hesitant trust. Here I was no longer on familiar ground (nearly for certain, not knowing what next would happen); the tugging of the beast at the neck of Ski, that was a moment before a gentle beast; had I not known Ski I might have said his brain simply slowed down, suppressing something; the wolf was to the contrary, and reassured me this was not the case—the contrasts were too strong and too many. The wolf also produced at its death an unreformed grin (so I felt); the wolf seemed to accept death gratefully.
In all fairness, I have little choice but to leave the issue indefinite.
I’m, so sorry to the reader, I should be so unreliable, but you can understand the whole matter was hard for me to assimilate.


Back on Base
(Part Three, to:”…a Heart and Soul”)


1/36th Artillery, Augsburg, Germany)


The barracks on base were like three story dormitories, folks at the military base, especially Bruce (a close friend to Ski, and me) asked about Ski—, what happened, what took place that sorrowful day in Garmish (he had only heard he died of a would to the neck by a wolf), I didn’t say anything, and simply gave him and the others curious military personnel, that asked, gave them: a sweet and sour (little) conspiring smile. I really felt like escaping, not talking about it.
The following days and weeks, I found myself discharged, with hardly no energy, laying about in my room in the barracks when ever I could, and out in the hallways watching out of the windows, leaning on the window ledge (bottom of the frame) string into the cold rain and dim skies throbbing around the barracks, as November crept into December, and we were but a week or so away from Christmas. I called Chris Stewart up, my girlfriend. We had been dating a while now, a German-Jew, and I suppose she listened to me, feeling obliged to. At about that point, I felt peculiar. She had asked me “Don’t you feel good?” She whispered it, barely moving her lips, one evening.
“No,” I said, “I feel bad” luckily for me it was a quiet month on base.

For the most part, I became frightfully understanding about human nature, at its raw point, and so would you have. I often think it’s curious how people hold things inside of them, it has to have some kind of effect on them mentally if not physically, it has to come out somehow sideways in a persons behavior, this I believed to be so very true, and if we had more people to talk to, friends, we’d put the psychologist, or therapist out of business. Well, I understand some aspects of human nature pretty soundly now. There of course is a shade of irony in all this.

Mary, mother of: Jesus Christ ((Did she remain a Virgin?)(reedited)(In English and Spanish))

After I finished my BA degree, many, many years ago, I started working on my MA, in counseling, psychology, drugs and alcohol, etc., a combination—; then I stopped for a period of time, not really knowing what I wanted to do, so I studied theology, read 400-books in 18-months, listened to over 10,000-hours of tapes from every corner of Christendom, Christology—through theology, even went to Haiti, up in the mountains to do some missionary work, only to find out I was not meant—or cut out—to be a missionary, or priest, or clergy, although I did go to a theological university for nine-months, and studied Old Testament Studies, along with several other courses, in particular eschatology. But what bothered me was, I shouldn’t say bothered me, it was neither here nor there for me, not a big issue for the most part,  just a thorn in my side you could say, was the controversy around Mary, the mother of Jesus Christ. Why is there even an issue I asked myself, in that: was Mary a virgin from the day she was born to the day she died? Some folks said Jesus had brothers, sisters, and all that kind of stuff. And, of course, Joseph was a quiet and perfect role model as a father in his time—I would think, and I also think still, his time was short, and there is a reason for that too, only 5% of the population lived to be 70, people died at 45-years old back then, very old if they made it to sixty, thus, middle age was 25-years old. So this is where I start my analytical review.

       Now, we all have opinions, and I can’t prove anything beyond a doubt (nor can anyone else for that matter—to the contrary), but I can share what I think, and so I shall, and what my research has brought to surface for me. If I hurt your feelings, don’t take it personal, it is just as it is an assessment, evaluation. We shall venture into Joseph, Mary, and Jesus’ lives—quickly, and I shall throw some Bible substance your way, if you like it, do some homework on your own, if you don’t—, file-thirteen it (that’s old Army talk for toss it in the basket). Anyhow, I shall put this to rest once and for all:

       1) In the Book of Mark, Chapter 6…and in the Book of Matthew Chapter 13 (the Gospels), we see a Carpenter, Jesus, the son of Mary, and a few brothers: James, Joseph, Jude and Simon. And: “Are not his sisters here with us….” We now can check out Mathew Chapter 12, and Mark Chapter 3, and Luke Chapter 8, and John Chapter 7. By all appearances it looks like Christ had some brothers, a big family (not uncommon in those far-off Jewish days).

       But in Bible reading I have learned you have to check out many things—don’t take anything at face value, the meaning of words, from the Hebrew to the Greek to the English (all translations) which can be, and are in many cases, varying if not unstable in degrees, and one must read above and below the point of issue, and there are several other books, canons, not blessed, that can be reviewed in helping to produce a healthy translation, that is to say: history that was not put into the bible simply because it was not necessary, or so the founding fathers of the bible felt,— the doctors and bishops of the early church, when the holy scriptures were canonized. 

       2) Let me point out in the Hebrew text, when it’s says: “brother” it means just that: son of the father, as you would expect it to be. Mark wrote his Gospel in Greek and used the word “brother” or to be more exact “adelphos” (adelphos), meaning blood related. Now go to John, chapter 20, see what Jesus has to say “…go to my ‘brethrens’…” (in some bibles this is referred to as ‘brothers’). He knew what He was saying. When Jesus said brethren, He meant Disciples. Jesus points out his brothers in Matt: 12, and Mark 3; and in John Chapter 7, it says, “Even his brothers didn’t believe him.”

       So you see, we can get confused with the word brother and brethren, but we shall try to straighten this out—for simplicity’s sake.

       3) The New Testament is pretty upfront about Mary’s character, in that she was a virgin at the time she was born through the conception of Christ, by the Holy Spirit. Later acknowledged by the Universal Church—that she remained a virgin thereafter; this is part of the controversy, more of the argument that seems to hang over Christendom, that is, after Christ’s birth, in that: did she (Mary) remain a Virgin; in other words: was she still a virgin, thereafter?

       I say, it really shouldn’t matter all that much one way or the other (so I feel), but for folks that like poking their nose into such mazes (like me) into historical mazes that is, it is worth the time. Either way it proves no wrongdoing on Mary’s part. But we shall no longer let the blind lead the blind, and for the past one-hundred years or so, that is what many of our Christian Scholars have been doing: blind leading the blind.

  

       When I talk in English to someone, I use the term “My brother…” and then the name “Mike.” When we say “brother” we usually mean brother— in English, a male sibling sharing both biological parents, this is no big research finding, just a normal everyday thing that has been going on worldwide for a very long time—but to make a point I must stretch this train of thought out. But to be honest, the term brother has a wider range of meanings, for example: sibling, biological parent, step-brother, male sibling, male sibling adopted, comrade, etc., all depending on the environment, the culture, the social upbringing, and as an issue, one must point this out (some folks in Peru expect their second cousins, to call them uncles or aunts: by blood this is not possible, but by social acceptance of the meaning, it is. In another corner is the honorary thing, for example, I called my mother’s boyfriend, whom she went with for forty-years, Uncle; in Peru, my wife’s sister, who has dated a man for nearly twenty years, who has a daughter, calls me Uncle, there is no semblance in family, neither in blood or social standing, only on a respectful platform does she call me uncle, and out of familiarity and love; the neighbor’s daughter, nine years old has been calling me uncle for six years).

        In everyday life, this is not all that important, or unusual—in the overall picture that is—but  perhaps to a few select, when it becomes an issue, the proper meaning for the word used, must be correct—beyond a doubt. Otherwise what isn’t an issue becomes one, and what is a small issue, becomes a bigger one. (Let me also point out, my brother Mike has a different father than I, but we both have the same mother, but we call each other brothers, yet in essence, and truth, we are half-brothers, respectfully.)

       4) And so, the ultimate question is: “Did Mary remain a virgin?”

        Aramaic had a strong influence on the New Testament Bible, one point I did not bring out above was, is that a word for brother can mean ‘cousin’ the Aramaic word aha would have been rendered literally with the Greek word for brother (adelphos), with the new Christians.

       We can also look at: were they adoptive brothers, in trying to save Mary’s reputation of being a virgin to her death. This would do it, but I can’t find any evidence to support this. Yet as once a counselor in the psychological world, I’ve learned to keep a clear head, look at what is underneath, not the surface, the surface is always the situation, not the problem or issue, and we are getting close to that.

       5) In the Apocrypha, the manuscript known as the Protoevangelium of James (c. A.D. 120)—indicates that Joseph was a widower who already had a family prior to his marriage to Mary, and therefore was willing to become the protector, or custodian of a sanctified, and set apart virgin. The apocryphal History of Joseph the Carpenter, also indicated Joseph was the father of James, Joses, Jude, Simon.  (But if we look close in the Bible we will find out that, the mentioned children of Joseph, had another parents, that were not Joseph neither Virgin Mary: Matthew 27:56 and John 19:25, James and Joseph/Joses—are children of Cleophas and his wife was called Mary, sister of Virgin Mary; Jude 1:1, Jude introduces himself as the servant of Jesus, brother of James—the Just—if he were a brother or  half-brother of Jesus he would have taken the opportunity to introduce himself as that and to let everybody know it; Mark 3:18, Simon was from Canaan; if he were the son of Joseph must had said Nazarene or Galilean, so he is not son of Joseph neither Mary; and the other James, brother to John, his father was Zebedee (Mark 3:17) who Jesus surnamed them Boanerges, which is, The sons of thunder.)

       So did Christ have brothers? Perhaps so, but not blood brothers. When we hear the phrase “brother of Jesus” we must look deep into the well, Mathew. 13. You see, the word ‘brother’ meant more than that, or perhaps in this case, less, it did not mean ‘blood’ related ((review the Book of Tobit)(for a broader meaning)).

       6) Perhaps what Eve did, Mary, the mother of Christ undid. When I look at this issue I also look at who is saying what. The Church Fathers believed Mary as remaining a virgin throughout her life; when I say Church Fathers I mean, those who could remember her, perhaps had talked to the apostles ((up to the turn of the first century, 100 AD or so)( if indeed Christ died about AD 30, as stated by many scholars)). Also, one should look at what Pope Martin I, AD 659 insisted on at the council, which was: that she, Mary remained “ever-Virgin,” thus she was already considered that ((long before this issue became an issue)(I do see that, in my time, and even a century before—to include the 19^th, 20^th and now our new 21^st century—we have a horde of False Prophets out there trying to steer mankind into confusion over doctrine that was set thousands of years prior; everyone’s an expert nowadays, without any research)).

       7) In any case, another point of contention might be: what did Christ say at Calvary? Did he not say to John in essence ‘…take care of my mother, and take her home with you…’ he entrusted her with him, why not with his blood brothers or sisters that would be the norm (John 19). Matter-of-fact, it was unthinkable for a Jewish mother to go live with a friend after the death of her son, if she had any other children of her own!...

       In short, did Mary remain a virgin, after the birth of Christ? And did Christ have brothers and sisters? Which is the premise of this piece; I feel, and all points lead to, she was a virgin and remained one until the day she died, and I can’t find anything to the contrary. And yes, Christ had brothers and sisters, but to the best of my research and knowledge, not blood related.

       The Secret is that the Virgin Mary remained a virgin after the birth of Christ to her death (if indeed that is a secret at all that is to say, it never was a secret until recently).

Written: 4-8-2007 ((reedited 4-9-2007, and again in 10-2009) (reedited and slightly revised 11-2009; reedited 2-2014))

Version en Español

El Secreto de la Virgen María

Después de obtener mi grado de Bachiller, muchos, muchos años atrás, comencé a trabajar en mi Maestría en psicología, asesoría, adicciones a las drogas y alcohol, etc., una combinación—después lo dejé por un periodo de tiempo, realmente no sabiendo qué es lo que quería hacer, así estudié teología, leí cuatrocientos libros en dieciocho meses, escuché más de diez-mil horas de cintas de todas las esquinas sobre Cristiandad, Cristología—a través de la Teología, incluso fui a Haití, para realizar algún trabajo misionero en las montañas, sólo para descubrir que mi vocación no era ser misionero, o sacerdote, o clérigo, aunque fui a una universidad teológica durante seis meses y estudié el Antiguo Testamento, junto con varios otros cursos, en particular escatología. Pero lo que me molestaba fue, no debería decir que me molestaba porque  no era de gran importancia para mí, no era un gran problema, solo una espina en mi costado, se podría decir, fue la controversia en torno a María, la madre de Jesucristo. ¿Por qué incluso hay un problema? me pregunté, en que: ¿María era virgen desde el día en que nació hasta el día en que murió? Algunas personas decían que Jesús tenía hermanos, hermanas y todo ese tipo de cosas. Y, por supuesto, José era discreto y un perfecto modelo en el rol de padre en su tiempo .Yo pienso que su tiempo fue corto, y hay una razón para eso también, solo el 5% de la población vivía hasta los 70 años, la gente moría a los 45 años de edad en ese entonces, eran muy ancianos si llegaban a los sesenta, por lo tanto, la mediana edad era de 25 años. Así que aquí es donde empiezo mi revisión analítica.

       Ahora, todos tenemos opiniones, y no puedo probar nada más allá de la duda (ni nadie más puede hacerlo en este sentido—de lo contrario), pero puedo compartir lo que pienso, y así lo haré, y lo que mi investigación ha traído a la superficie para mí.  Si lastimo tus sentimientos, no lo tomes como algo personal, es solo lo que es una evaluación, una apreciación. Profundizaremos en las vidas de José, María y Jesús, rápidamente, y lanzaré un poco de sustancia bíblica en tu camino, si te gusta, investiga por tu cuenta, si no te gusta, archívalo en el expediente trece (es la forma antigua de hablar del ejército para tirarlo en el tacho). De todos modos, voy a poner esto a descansar de una vez por todas:

       1) En el Libro de Marcos, Capítulo 6 ... y en el Libro de Mateo Capítulo 13 (los Evangelios), vemos a un Carpintero, Jesús, el hijo de María, y a algunos hermanos: Santiago, José, Judas y Simón. Y: “¿No están sus hermanas aquí con nosotros ...?”. Ahora podemos revisar Mateo Capítulo 12, Marcos Capítulo 3, Lucas Capítulo 8 y Juan Capítulo 7. Por las apariencias, parecería que Cristo tuvo algunos hermanos, una gran familia (no raro en aquellos lejanos días judíos).

       Pero en la lectura de la Biblia, he aprendido que se tiene que verificar muchas cosas—no tomarlo superficialmente, el significado de las palabras, del hebreo al griego o al inglés (todas las traducciones), que puede ser y son en muchos casos, variantes o inestables en grados, y uno debe leer arriba y abajo del punto  en cuestión, y hay varios otros libros, cánones, no bendecidos, que pueden revisarse para ayudar a producir una buena traducción, es decir: historia que no se incluyó en la Biblia simplemente porque no era necesario, o así lo sintieron los padres fundadores de la Biblia—los doctores y los obispos de la iglesia primitiva, cuando las sagradas escrituras fueron canonizadas.

       2) Permítanme señalar que en el texto hebreo, cuando dice: "hermano" significa simplemente eso: hijo del padre, como es de esperarse. Marcos escribió su Evangelio en griego y usó la palabra “hermano” o para ser más exacto “adelphos”, que significa parientes consanguíneos. Ahora mira Juan, Capítulo 20, lo que Jesús dice “…vete donde mis hermanos…”.  Él sabía lo que estaba diciendo. Cuando Jesús dijo hermanos, quiso decir discípulos. Jesús señala a sus hermanos en Mateo capítulo 12, y Marcos capítulo 3; y en el capítulo 7 de Juan, dice: “”Incluso sus hermanos no le creyeron”.

       Como puedes ver, podemos confundirnos con la palabra hermano, pero trataremos de aclarar esto, por bien de la simplicidad.

       3) El Nuevo Testamento es bastante directo sobre el carácter de María, en el sentido de que ella era virgen en el momento en que nació hasta la concepción de Cristo, por el Espíritu Santo. Más tarde reconocida por la Iglesia Universal, que ella siguió siendo virgen después del nacimiento de Cristo; esta es la parte de la controversia, o argumento que parece molestar  sobre la cristiandad, es decir, después del nacimiento de Cristo: ¿ella (María) siguió siendo Virgen? en otras palabras: ¿todavía eera virgen, después de ello?

       Yo digo, realmente no debería importar mucho de una manera u otra (eso creo), pero para las personas a las que les gusta interferir en tales laberintos (como yo) en laberintos históricos, vale la pena. De cualquier manera, no demuestra ninguna injusticia por parte de María. Pero ya no dejaremos que los ciegos guíen a los ciegos, y durante los últimos cien años más o menos, eso es lo que muchos de nuestros eruditos cristianos han estado haciendo: ciegos guiando a los ciegos.

Cuando hablo en inglés con alguien, uso el término “Mi hermano ...” y luego el nombre “Mike”. Cuando decimos “hermano”, generalmente nos referimos a hermano—en inglés, un hermano varón que comparte ambos padres biológicos, esto no es un gran hallazgo de investigación, solo una cosa normal de todos los días que ha estado ocurriendo en todo el mundo durante mucho tiempo, pero para enfatizar debo estirar esta sucesión de  pensamientos. Pero para ser honesto, el término hermano tiene una gama más amplia de significados, por ejemplo: hermano de padres biológicos, hermanastro, hermano adoptado, compañero, etc., todo dependiendo del  entorno, la cultura, la vida social, la educación, y como un tema hay que señalar esto (algunas personas en Perú esperan que sus primos de segundo grado, los llamen tíos o tías: por la sangre no es posible, pero por aceptación social del significado, si lo es. En la otra esquina está lo honorífico, por ejemplo, le llamé al novio de mi madre, con quien estuvo durante cuarenta años, tío; en Perú, la hermana de mi esposa, que viene saliendo con un hombre durante casi veinte años, quien tiene una hija, me llama tío, no hay semblanza en la familia, tampoco en la sangre o posición social, solo en una plataforma respetuosa me llama tío, y por familiaridad y amor; la hija del vecino, que tiene nueve años, me viene llamando tío durante seis años).

        En la vida cotidiana, esto no es tan importante o inusual—es decir en lo general—pero quizás para unos pocos elegidos, cuando esto se convierte en un problema, el significado correcto de la palabra utilizada debe ser correcto, sin lugar a dudas. De lo contrario, lo que no es un problema se convierte en uno, y lo que es un problema pequeño, se vuelve más grande. (Permítanme señalar también que mi hermano Mike tiene un padre diferente al mío, pero los dos tenemos la misma madre, y nos llamamos hermanos, pero en esencia, y la verdad, somos medio hermanos, respetuosamente.)

       4) Y así, la pregunta final es: “¿María siguió siendo virgen?”

        El arameo tuvo una fuerte influencia en la Biblia del Nuevo Testamento, un punto que no mencioné anteriormente es que una palabra para hermano puede significar ‘primo’ la palabra aramea aha se habría traducido literalmente con la palabra griega para hermano (adelphos), con los nuevos cristianos.

       También podríamos pensar que eran hermanos adoptivos, al tratar de salvar la reputación de María de ser virgen hasta su muerte. Esto lo haría, pero no puedo encontrar ninguna evidencia que respalde esta idea. Sin embargo, como consejero en el mundo psicológico, he aprendido a mantener la cabeza clara, a observar lo que hay debajo, no a la superficie, la superficie es siempre la situación, no el problema o la cuestión, y nos estamos acercando a eso.

       5) En el apócrifo, el manuscrito conocido como el Protoevangelio de Santiago (c. 120 d. C.) indica que José era un viudo que ya tenía una familia antes de su matrimonio con María y que, por lo tanto, estaba dispuesto a convertirse en el protector o custodio de una virgen santificada y muy especial. La historia apócrifa de José el Carpintero, también indica que José era el padre de James, Joses, Judas, Simon. ((Pero si nos fijamos en la Biblia, descubriremos que, los mencionados hijos de José, tenían otros padres, que no eran José ni la Virgen María: Mateo 27:56 y Juan 19:25, Santiago y Joses/José  son hijos de Cleofás y su esposa se llamaba María, hermana de la Virgen María; Judas 1: 1, Judas se presenta a sí mismo como el sirviente de Jesús, hermano de Santiago, el Justo—si fuera hermano o medio hermano de Jesús, él habría aprovechado la oportunidad para presentarse como tal y hacerlo saber a todos; (Marcos 3:18) Simón era de Canaán; si él era el hijo de José, debería haber dicho Nazareno o Galileo, por lo que no es hijo de José; y el otro Santiago, hermano de Juan, su padre era Zebedeo (Marcos 3:17), a quienes Jesús les dio el nombre de Boanerges, que es “Los hijos del trueno”.)

       Entonces, ¿Cristo tuvo hermanos? Tal vez sí, pero no hermanos de sangre. Cuando escuchamos la frase “hermano de Jesús” debemos mirar profundamente en el pozo, Mateo. 13. Lo ves, la palabra “hermano” significa más que eso, o quizás en este caso, menos, no significa “parientes consanguíneos” ((revise el Libro de Tobit) (para un significado más amplio)).

       6) Quizás lo que hizo Eva, María, la madre de Cristo, lo deshizo. Cuando veo este tema, también veo a quién lo dice. Los Padres de la Iglesia creían que María permaneció virgen a lo largo de su vida; cuando digo Padres de la Iglesia, quiero decir, aquellos que podían recordarla, tal vez habían hablado con los apóstoles ((hasta el comienzo del primer siglo, 100 dC aproximadamente) (si es que Cristo murió alrededor del 30 dC, según lo declarado por muchos estudiosos)). Además, uno debería ver en lo que insistió el Papa Martín I, 659 dC en el concilio: que ella, María seguía siendo “siempre virgen”, por lo que ya se consideraba así ((mucho antes de que este tema se convirtiera en un problema) ( Veo que, en mi época, e incluso un siglo antes, para incluir el siglo XIX, XX y ahora nuestro nuevo siglo XXI, tenemos una horda de falsos profetas que intentan llevar a la humanidad a la confusión sobre la doctrina que se estableció miles de años antes, todos son expertos hoy en día, sin ninguna investigación)).

       7) En cualquier caso, otro punto de discusión podría ser: ¿qué dijo Cristo en el Calvario? ¿No le dijo a Juan, en esencia, “... cuidar a mi madre y llévala a tu casa...? Él le confió ella a Juan, por qué no a sus hermanos o hermanas de sangre que sería la norma (Juan 19).  De hecho: ¡era impensable que una madre judía fuera a vivir con un amigo después de la muerte de su hijo, ¡si tuviera otros hijos propios! ...

       En resumen, ¿María siguió siendo virgen, después del nacimiento de Cristo? ¿Y tuvo Cristo hermanos y hermanas? Lo que es la premisa de este escrito; siento que todos los puntos llevan a que ella era virgen y siguió siéndolo hasta el día de su muerte, y no puedo encontrar nada de lo contrario. Y sí, Cristo tuvo hermanos y hermanas, pero según mi mejor investigación y conocimiento, no parientes consanguíneos.

       El secreto es que la Virgen María siguió siendo virgen después del nacimiento de Cristo hasta su muerte (si es que ese es un secreto, es decir, nunca fue un secreto hasta hace poco).

Escrito: 4-8-2007 ((reeditado 4-9-2007, y nuevamente en 10-2009) (reeditado y ligeramente revisado 11-2009; reeditado 2-2014))

Tale of a Heart and Soul (a lyric)

Tale of a Heart and Soul


This is an odd story (or tale)
to say the least,
where I came upon any angry old man once
in Garmish Germany, back in ‘73—.
We walked together in the surrounding hills
and thus, spotted two young boys—
with silver-white hair, perhaps three or four
years of age, playing with a wolf,
that was peaceful, joyful, quite happy….

“Awe,” said the old man in fright and spite,
Just what do we have here?”
Spooked in admiration he was,
angry for whom, knows what!
He said to me, irritatingly, “If I were that
wolf beast, I’d be wild, free and happy!
I wish, I wish, I wish I could be!”

And I do believe, sometimes when we
wish hard enough, God grants us just
that, what we want, but shouldn’t have…
a lesson perhaps, to be learned,
if not by the ‘wisher’ hopefully by others.

And then, all of a sudden, the old man
was calm, peaceful, joyful, singing a song,
wanting to play with the boys, haply,
as if he really knew them…!
(something was very wrong);
then the angry wolf, attacked him—
not me, perhaps (so I thought at the time)
it was the Old man, inside the wolf’s skin,
and the wolf inside the man,
and the wolf killed him,
and I shot the wolf…!

#1784 4-8-2007 (D) Sometimes things happen for reasons beyond our comprehension, and simply not knowing why, so we guess at its internal structure, its motivation, reasoning, motives for being, happening, when it is the simplest of all to say what you really think and feel, and that is usually right. As in this case, perhaps the man got his wish, and envy got its revenge, one of the deadly seven sins.

The House of Death (a poem))reedited))

The House of Death
[Seventy-two Deaths]


This World that was sweat for many men
Has a perfect ending for those arduous years—
A realization that will crown their heads
The image already implanted therein—
Where layman or king cannot escape:
Eternal embodiment into the house of death
(Seventy-two deaths, death offers man)
Stern delight of one marvelous moment,
Where time stops and ages pile on top:
Meet behind a stone pyre aflame, and wait.

Solid stone silences, tongueless mouths
No sunset, no music, just fires abound—
The apprehensive voice of life is now gone.
Where will I go, cries a soul’s scalded echo:
To God’s house in heaven? Or Paradise
Some place in Hades, by a river of the same?
Or to the lake of fire, beyond Hell’s gates?
Or to the house of worms, or frozen cells?
Or to the Prison House for Angels
(In some far off galaxy—in the cosmos?)
Its agony—is redder than mankind’s blood,
For the faithless, now quicker to cry:
At this point, destruction hangs, intensifies.

Their dust on earth, has no breath, nor destiny—
Non-exempt from foreverness, immortality;
Thus, they wait, inimical, or favorable—
For those ancient words that will burn
In one magnificent magic moment, burn!
Silence in the breast of the world—its
Suddenness producing chaos in the mind,
Slowly, the pendulum swings its weight
Dazzled wings of angels at the gates—
Unleashed smoldering horizons wait—
(Oblivion lingers, under the heavens)
As both the good and evil halt…eyeballs
Looking for their overlords their God’s…!



#1784 4-7-2007

Note: Sometimes we simply get what we ask for on earth, thereafter, eternally. Thus, it can be regrettable.

Sirgylam, and Last of the Raphaim Giants

[A Brutal—Poetic Dramatic Play, with Prophetic Events]

Sirgylam—and
—Last of the Raphaim Giants









By Dennis L. Siluk








Copyright © Dennis L. Siluk, 2007
Sirgylam—and —Last of the Raphaim Giants



Art work was done by the author.


















































[Advance] Return of the Demonic Giants of Old (To the Circle of Refrain)

Here is a short dramatic story (somewhat of a play), done in a film like scenario, with poetic rhythm to its elements, expressions and meaning (along with a few lyrics interwoven into the text at intervals for a more expressiveness), based on the Giants in Geneses 6, in the Old Testament Bible, their return to the Archaeological Site, known as the Circle of Refrain, in Israel. Moreover, the author has taken years in reviewing data on this subject to include the site (written several articles and poems, that have previously been published concerning these legends, lore, and Biblical Archaeology), and from the New Testament, from the book of Revelation, he has taken end time events, and created a most brutal story, one that could actually take place; brilliant in its vividness and dialogue, a mounting horror that the reader experiences.

Dennis has received acclaim by Los Andes University of Huancayo, for his contribution to the Mantaro Valley’s ethnicity, along with a national award (2007), for promoting the culture of Peru. Dennis received two columnist awards in the past three years. In 2005 he was awarded Poet Laureate, of San Jeronimo; in 2006, given the Grand Cross of the City

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“There were giants on the earth in those days, and also after…and they produced children…the same became mighty men…men of renown.” Gen. 6:4 [The Nephilm/giants of those days.]

“It shall be exactly as it was in the days before Noah” Matt. 24:38; Luke 17:27






The Nephilm
(Cold Twilight)) A Short Epic Poem))

The twilight was cold
Only warm garments
From pelts to cover their flesh!
(They came in the middle of winter
To the Circle of the Raphaim
Came descending from the heavens
(The Shinning Ones, the Nephilm);
Came from the cosmos,
To put yokes around the necks
Of humankind—humanity’s loveliest!
To put yokes around their shadows
In the cold twilight of the night;
They had come to kill Jews
To subdue Jerusalem
To make their woes right.
(Old Giants of old,
Angelic renegades;
Watchers from the Heavens.)

When they slept, they rested
Beside a roaring fire!…
And the wind and air filled with
Whirling particles, Pieces of faces,
Shadows exposed—all with deep
Yellowish-red glows.

Damned by God, now His rebellious foes
(These giant with pre-historic souls));
This gray ocean of demonic beasts
Blazing a path through history:
Came with sullen roars of madness
For revenge of old woes…!


Note: 5/29/06 #1361/Written at El Parquetito, Lima, Peru




















Act I


Scene I





Agdo, Daughter to Shamhat




Twilight just appeared over the city of Jerusalem, and the Golan Heights, of Israel (prior to the 1967 war, the Golan Heights belong to Syria). The Circle of Refiam (diameter 159-meters; an archeological site) is in front of two beings, mostly shadows to any observers that might be around; the monument they are standing in front of is 5200-years old (perhaps older), called ‘The Circle of Refiam’. Horrep is an old soldier descendant of Og (the Giant king: King Of Bashan)) Deuteronomy 3)); whom was one of the sacred watchers over earth. His kind were killed off many years ago, and built this circle of stones 37,000-tones of stones, in a number of circle-ruins; there are two openings, to this site—and in the center toped by a tumulus [mound] twenty-meters across; this ancient ruin is one of the lost great wonders of the world. It was in those days before the flood and then thereafter, when his kind (Horrep: giants of old) escaped earth, and those who stayed behind, were killed by King David almost completely killed off, they said they’d return, it was their home: they have now returned and they seem to look similar to aliens, some over thirteen-feet tall.




Horrep:

Curse be to all the generals that I was not a king or the leader way back when, where it all began.

Noge:

You notice! There is no suiting Israel, we must all wear the sword; He now has the power of many—you know.

Horrep:

And how shall I pay in silver, gold, euros or dollars? For this war we and the rest of us are going to start, we are who we are, but in this world, money is power! Not just supernatural abruptness.


Noge:

And who shall guard the indulgence of our army?


Horrep:

I shall rob the city blind, then the country, then, and the world.

Noge:

While you can.

Horrep:

I’ve had worse jobs, being a corrupt leader has its advantages; I realize time will prove me the slayer of many, but I will be dead in hell, with the rest of my kind! Even if Roe doesn’t think so, we are all domed.

Noge:

Yes, you are probably right, so give me the night with all I dream, a song, and wine, a dancing-girl before we start our havoc.


(Horrep, older than the Raphaim Circle, lies down; enfolded in the skin of a bear, on the earthwork (near the fortification: by one of the two entrances; and in a minute is asleep)


Noge:

Sleep, well my beastly friend: we will need it. Violence has come back to thy face! Gone long, and now thou’rt like a child who wants revenge on his father’s garden; how deep anger dips us into its swamps! I was made of you…I have seen only what you have told me…but who come hereunto?

(Enters Adgo, a girl from a nearby village)

What is your skill, do you buy and sell?


Adgo:

I give, I do not buy or sell, and I provide what you desire.


Noge:

Aha, a dream-wish I asked Horrep for! You are early.


Adgo:

My last task went quickly.


Noge:

I see you have wine?

Adgo:

Plenty of everything; I see your father is asleep?

Noge:

He says the world is flaccid, feeble, weak, devoid of blood, and cares not of animals, so with his power he will change the minds of man, for they are dead inhabitants, we are ghost-giants, in a way, from the netherworld, so all may belief, or will believing in, is from him? David killed many off in his day my father told me so. We have come back to reclaim our birthright, here at this stone structure, where once we were called Titans, giants of the Nephilm race. King Og was my father’s father. He ruled from Mount Hermon…and beyond (and lived at Ashtarot, a Canaanite city). King David’s nephew also killed many of my father’s offspring, Johathan; they were the ones who built this circle you know, a time before Noah’s arc [boat]. Og hid in on of Noah’s stalls in the arc, and had many children by his daughters, my father was one, so he says; he was, Og, one of the ones who fell from heaven.


Noge:

I smell your flesh it is sweet.


Adgo:

I’m in no hurry I will be yours.


Noge:

My father is an evildoer.



Agdo:

I have nothing to fear, I have brought myself to you as he asked!


Noge:

My father is waiting for the rest of his kind, our kind, I fear they will split your appealing head, open your cloak and do you harm! But now I want, I want to see why man and beast and even us adore your kind—so open your cloak for me.

(Enter Xaro, a rich old Arab mercantile)


Noge:

And who are you, your business, satisfy me?


Xaro:

I followed a light that descended a few hours ago, and here you are I dare ask, who are you are but I shall! Are you an alien, a demigod of old? Are you not far from home?


Noge:

Far from home, my father lies sleeping, over there (he points his finger), this woman is mine (standing beside him), and you ask me as if you are my sire (?)


Xaro:

No, we fight Israel, and you are on land that Israel took, and then King David was a Jew, and so have… you come to help us? Your maiden seems well favored.


Noge:

She is, but of humble birth, like you. It is late and you should have a guard to venture forth as you do with us.


Xaro:

We have prayed for great soldiers to help us defeat the Zionist!


Noge:

It is as my father says: all in time see that you take care of your own, as we shall.


Adgo:

Come lay with me, among the great monument my ancestors built so long ago.


Xaro:

Yes, yes, I know now, you are the Sidonians, also called Sirion, the giants of old.


(Exert a pull on Adgo’s hand, as Xaro is left alone, Noge goes into the circle)) The Gilgal Refiam; parts of it look like an ancient burial monument, with many dolmens [tombs], and an astronomical complex: the stranger paces about looking at Horrep sleeping, and listening to Noge and Adgo make love, then after an hour you hear them talking)


Noge:

One more day, and the mystery of us, our presence will befall the earth, they will think we are aliens, angelic beings come here to set things right with the world, but we are the wind, the colder wind, the black sunrise, the unblessed, with unwilling hearts.

(Xaro, kicks Horrep with the tip of his foot, and watches him stir)


Horrep:

(Wakes up, rising, sees Xaro)

A bug! Why do you wake me? (Pointing his large fist at Xaro)


Xaro:

I saw your light, and I saw the darkness in the eyes of your son, who is making love to Adgo, behind the walls of the Great Circle. Yes, here the two come…they hold hands. They seem to walk on air; perhaps your son has had his fill of lovemaking and knows now the pleasures of a woman.


Horrep:

My kind will come in the morning to these gates of the circle. Go tell your kind we have arrived before I get up and stomp on you.

(Horrep is getting up, singing a song)



Song of Absence
[Dedicated to the: Raphiam Giants]

‘T was far absent,‘t was far missing,
Untamed aloft in a night long past!
‘T is but a few hours left to pass,
You then will see thy face by day.

‘T was long-ago,‘t was long past,
We ruled thee during your untied era.
Our kind found your lot, fond and fair
Until they made us: foe and prey.

Long ago, ever since, we took our bliss
In dreams to come back, and embrace
The world and its dirty face,
Somehow we cannot forget thy kiss.

#1347 5/12/2006


Now be gone Arab before I eat you…!



Act I



Scene 2

Noge, of the Nephilm



At the South East Gate, of this megalithic site, two hundred of these giant demigods stand, as if to guard the site, Roe, the Captain, or leader, now stands with Horrep and his son Noge, and Adgo is behind them, she’s naked; Opal (one of Lucifer’s henchmen), from the gates of Hell, opens the new gates to the Gilgal Refiam Circle. The gates are opened.


Noge:

The hinges on the gates make a groaning sound, like the bones in our old but now, new bodies, as ghostly they were; now back into the flesh they are, stiff and with light.

Horrep:

Here come some soldiers with that old man, Xaro.

(The Soldiers with Xaro)


Soldier says:

She’s naked! (And then look at the many giants shinning bright)


Xaro:

The Shinning One’s of Old?


A Soldier says:

She’s beautiful!

(An Arab General speaks to Xaro)


General:

My thanks for this spectacle; you may go now if you wish!


Roe (To the General):

Be quiet, stand back, or I shall burn your eyes out!


Horrep:

I do not know them, haters of Israel I think.


General:

Who are you, are you all mad (the soldiers hands on weapons)) rifles, guns))

(Roe’s gaze is of a blue, red-hot light, several of the General’s soldiers look at him, and their eyes turn to crust, as if looking directly into the sun. Two Giants laugh, standing in the background: they say not a distinguishable word, watch Roe and the General)

(Noge looks at the girl’s nude body, her shape captivates him)


Noge:

Cover your loins.

(She is unashamed, and picks up a flower behind her, and covers herself. The soldiers and the giants become restless, as the General is stunned at what took place, and now rifles are pointed at the giants)


General:

Who are you? We would like your help with Israel?


Roe:

We are all Angelic gods, superhuman (he takes the General’s pistol from his hip and points it at him, and fires: the bullet stops in midair as his eyes has focused on it, and slowed it down)

Witless, as this bullet you are…why did you come here? (The bullet still in midair; he then looks at the girl :)

Such allure. (The bullet has now speeded up, and penetrates the general’s skin, lodges its self deep within, as he had turns his head—death prevails, and the soldiers have started shooting at the giants)


Roe:

Nay —should I hide from your weapons? Kneel and worship me or die! I shall no longer hide like we did so long ago.



(TO THE SOLDIERS)


Now!

(They do as he asks, and kneel down before him, as Noge puts the general’s jacket on Adgo. Cloaks her)


Noge:

If I do not conceal your beauty from their gaze, what am I to do?

(She is silent; Roe is now looking at her)


Roe:

Shall the gods take her Noge?


Noge:

Be gentle with her.

(They, the giants of old, were all now speaking among themselves in an alien tongue, yet she seemed to know what was going on—she could read the meanings of their expressions, as one can read a newspaper)


Roe:

Say something to me so I can hear your voice Adgo, for you have spoken to my subordinate. What say she? Off with the jacket!


(Noge took the jacket off the girl; she is froze with fear and cannot say a word now)


Voices of the Giants:


Make her dance before us! Give us the girl Roe that we may make love to her!!


Roe:

See Adgo, what you have done to my host, they have not had flesh in four- thousand years, you will pay for this: take her away Noge, and give her to them all. And you, merchant, go with these soldiers and tell the world we are here and how you worshiped me. Then Noge, go ahead and kill the slut, once the craving is gone from all my Nephilm.




Here is our home, fall in around her.


(Noge now takes the girl back aground the gates of the Circle, as the soldiers follow the merchant away from the site.





Act I



Scene 3




Azaz’el [Grigori or Angelic-Watcher of the Pre flood era]





Behind the stone structure know as the Circle of Refiam, the first of a number of circles of stones placed on top of one another, balance perfectly, some weighting thirty to fifty tones, huge in size (a monument crumbling into the ground because of its age, and lack of maintenance), the horde of angelic beings, giants known as the Nephilm all go behind with the female Adgo. At this time, Azaz’el, the leader of the Nephilm, who now has appeared on the scene (Roe being the captain), gives news of a 3rd temple to be built in Jerusalem soon (a sign that the war in the Valley of Raphaim will quickly develop, and that is why the Raphaim have returned, even though the ruler of the Europe Union has made an agreement with Israel to avoid war, it will be broken; even though Noge has some reservations on this matter, ignorant somewhat, war is unavoidable.



Horrep:

Soon, Noge, you shall know it all. I need to make you ready for the last battle, my heart is sad, it will be our misfortune, I shall describe things hurriedly for you, don’t mind what happens to the hussy.


Noge:

She is only ill behaved because we want her to be—father.


Horrep:

Keeping the woman, the worse is to come between us I do believe. She never should have been let through the gates, naked as an egg as she came, and here she is, to be taken by all; we act like camels in heat, like dogs, shameless.


Noge:

But father we have eyes that are false, hers are not, she is of real flesh.


(You can hear her crying in the background, in the middle of the horde of angelic beings, and giants of old)


Horrep:

You have not seen I have. You mistake this marvel of a woman to mean more than it is; she is no more than a mountain rat, a brothel pig.


Azaz’el:

Hurry up with her, stare and look, and be done with her or I shall go mad She— (a long pause)

Hell tells you…to be ready for the battle to come, you will have your time for killing, this is but one woman, there are more.


Noge (speaking to Azaz’el):

She is no immortal like us, do not harm her, or I will not obey you when the time comes to battle. Tell Vii not to hurt her, put aside your anger, and let her live: should I not have her again?


(Vii is making love to her now within the confinement of the Circle of Refiam, behind a massive wall, on a pyre, and from afar, one can hear her cries)) yet, only cries, no speaking of any sort, as if she expected such))


Azaz’el (speaking to Vii):

Vii, bid that she speak, and if she does, do not harm her, rather incarcerate her when you are done, so her lover can have her later, and put her in a tomb here in the circle for safe keeping.

(To Noge) Perhaps her tongue is alien to us, we shall speak in English, or Hebrew, or Arabic, whatever pleases her, is this fine with you? Be off with her soon… we cannot stand around her forever staring at her wet and polished flesh: I’ve got work to do. She is a distraction, perhaps by the Jews; possibly she is sent to quiet us, calm us for whatever, when you see her beauty, your heart burns, you are innocent of this I know, and you are your father’ shame. Trust me, in days not hours, the temple will be built, and we will war with Israel, and King David will not save them as he did so long ago in the Valley of Raphaim. (He walks away, leaves Noge and Horrep by themselves, standing back from the horde; Vii stops, takes the woman by the hand and leads her out by a tomb, she is saying something to him, indistinguishable)


Noge (to his father Horrep):

How does God work?


Horrep (looking at his son):

David killed many giants in his day, had many victories over Philistine; he sings songs about it, about God’s love in his Psalms. We, Azaz’el and I and many of us have been trying to figure that out for a long time, David knew.


Noge:

Then why are we going to fight with Azaz’el against the Jews, I mean, if God has favor with David, and David is with God, and David was a Jew, why do we come here to this land we got kicked out of so long ago, and ran into the comics so long ago to hide; why do we stay to kill more Jews? Is he not undefeatable?


Horrep:

Perhaps because we think it is our threshold, it is thus a home. Yea! Those questions, pierce my cheeks, they are defiled! Hold your tongue, it is like a spear.

(Several of the Giant soldiers heard a few of the last words Horrep spoke, turned about…confusion on their faces, if not borderline thinking, he is a turncoat to the Ancient Codes of the Castaway Angelic beings.)


God sent his angels to help David; they were on the tops of trees, with swords; that is how he won two of the battles: the ones in this valley called the Valley of Refiam. You are one of the last of your kind you know. I say one of the last, for Saint Christopher came from our stock. He was 18-feet tall, he come from a tribe of cannibals, like our ancestors. He was ugly, and died around 300 AD, he became a martyr, he became a Christian, a damn saint, a defector if not traitor you might say; he came from Africa, the Marmaritae tribe. He was like you, always asking questions; too many questions.


Noge:

But father before the days of Enoch you were born, what then?


Horrep:

For the last time I beg you to hold your mouth you are my son! It is just how it is, you trample on my heart, and you are worse than the harlot I purchased for you, and I get this. But I shall tell you this…

(Vii had left the girl on a tombstone; she is naked and staring at the horde gathered together a distance away: she glances back and forth between the horde and Noge)) Azaz’el is nearby listening to the conversation between Noge and his father; he was coming to let Noge know where the girl was but did not want to interrupt; thus, now Vii and Azaz’el stand together listening)

…actions and emotions—is what it is all about. Maybe our enemies were humans all along, the very ones we were protecting from the clouds. We became paralyzed by God’s love and care for them early on, to be honest; I suppose that is close enough to the truth. We never waited for God’s voice, we didn’t listen to Him when it did come, but came down-to-earth instead, as if it was the courtroom, and we gave sentence to earth. That was that…! ~



Act 1, scene 1 and 2; written 5/13/06. Act 1 scene 3, written 5/14/06.






Act II


Scene 1




Return of the Last of the Rujmel-Hiri’ Giants





The Human Origins: possible a mixture of ancient genetic mutations
And a face-lift from Homo habilis to Homo creatures we are today. But who did the uplifting? dlsiluk




(Noge wants more information, and as Sirgylam shows up with several ancient warriors of the past (angelic giants with him), Sirgylam, agrees to tell him how it was back in his day, since no one else will, and his father has remained silent on that subject. You see Noge and his father, along with Sirgylam saying something…):





At the Circle of Refiam

Sirgylam—
The Last Raphaim Giant






Sirgylam— (tells his story to Noge):


It was 5200-years ago, there about, when we built these great walls, prior to this we sat on the top of Mount Hermon where there we had built “The Gateway to the Sun,” a one time treasure, that is, a few centuries back when the forefathers of Atlantis’ nation was alive and prosperous. Everything is gone but this pile of stones. I was the last of that generation of Raphaim Giants.

I was one of the sons [Sirgylam: talking about himself] of the so called: “Old Ones,” from the seed of Semyaz, his father and Farina, a human he cohabitated with; Semyaz being a renegade angelic being like your father.
We had at that time a Raphaim Empire, this circle temple of sorts you are standing by, the Gilgal Refiam [in the Golan Heights area of Israel, otherwise part of Syria] was part of the empire. We were all wicked ones, tyrants and bullies. You Noge, are son of an angelic being, born from the union of gods, and humans, which formed the basis for your demigod status, terrestrial looks; half-man, Titan one may say. Your brothers and sisters were all killed in war, all 7496 of them. It was a time when the Moabites lived in the Middle East.


—Back then (Sirgylam continues to speak) we knew extinction was nearby, perhaps inevitable, some of us were twenty-feet tall, and having an enormous weight, we turned into cannibals. My hands as big as a person’s mid-section, and my eye-socks as wide as a person head, it was if anything, hard to hide ourselves in those days, when war broke out, as in the days of King David, when our offspring took our places in battle.
Your father remembers the village people trying to feed our offspring, but it came to the point, it was point-less, they worked day and night for us. And now times had changed, there was only one giant left, not two or three or some other uncountable number; many of us escaped to the cosmos. I was left behind, for a while. Ura’el was sent from heaven and he chained and banished many of us; I went to the islands in the Pacific. And for a long-time Azaz’el was put under tons of rocks, was a bit depressing. Furthermore he knew his days were numbered anyhow, as I did, and your father did.
In thought, I am reminiscing my father Semyaz, and his friend’s father and companion, Azaz’el, who were both magnificent angelic beings at one time, gone bad though, one of the ‘Old One’s’ as they are now known, who were assigned to guard over the earth, and took it upon themselves to cohabitate with human flesh. Then shortly after that took place, they ruled the earth with an iron hand. You never witnessed this because you were born in the latter days.
It was the golden period you could say for us; a time when I myself Sirgylam was young, and stupid and vile. I’d sit and play the dragon-skinned drums to appease my father and his guests. Many of the so called, demonic beings of those days, visited my father’s den, and he was introduced to many as I was. At that time I was over five-hundred years old, old for a demigod, but not too old, surely not like Azaz’el, or even your father.



Sirgylam: the Raphaim Giant


I even knew the ugly giant of the Cedar Forest named Humbaba. And so now you know, and let it rest so we can get on with our war games.


The Stone Raphaim


(Unmindful of his previous form the giant Sirgylam heads to the gateway of the Raphaim Circle, to greet the other two hundred, and the few that came with him.)


Horrep:

I think son you are not wise in this, to want to know all (Captain Roe is watching both Horrep and Noge from a distance)


Noge:

I wonder if more than Vii had her.


Horrep:

More about that woman again, Agdo, forget her.


Noge:

Vii’s face was red as fire.


Horrep:

The girl is a wild one, let who will be, fearful of her, and be the wiser, for being guarded. You my son are a dreamer, we are all here now, and Azaz’el will soon give us his plan.


Noge:

I must see the girl.


Horrep:

The way you are hounding after her, it is an unlikely chance Azaz’el will allow it.

(Several of the giants are casting dice to see who will be allowed to visit the girl next, Noge sees and hears what is going on; the girl is sitting on a tomb, dumb like, saying nothing)

(Horrep to Noge :)

Why does she not scream? Yes, she is more than willing, too willing, her blood is hot. I think she will be a curse on our luck! She has no cloak on. How still the night is.

(Horrep grabs his son, and they both sit down, as he was about to walk over to see Agdo, who is watching the dice players, and Noge)) Watching off and on; Semyaz grabs the dice, he is one of the old ones, an angelic renegade, and dangerously powerful, Noge see this, and Semyaz sees Noge notice, and Azaz’el sees them looking both at one another and the girl))





Act II



Scene 2



Secret of the Beast: “Even if you win, you lose”

[2016 AD]


Advance: The World: it had come the last days; dramatic prophetic events were about to happen to earth. Israel was about to come under fire from an Army from the North [Russia]; An Arab Confederacy developed; Egypt was very much involved with this new order. Conquests, the Antichrist was near by. Oil and Gold were running wild at the stock market. A Superpower bends Egypt’s knees. … Massive starvation was now taking place, and the United Nations could do nothing about it. Inflation hit the world under satanic influence, like an earthquake, skyrocketing inflation, and food riots and chaos; there was much international strife. Cataclysmic pole shifts were taking place, as the earth tumbles about; its crust slips a bit, trying to form an alignment. And on the Radio, and TV, the world leader speaks :)

World Leader: Ye, this among gentiles, prepare for war, we will wake up to the mighty men of the world for it is time for our conflict, let them come up: beat your plowshares into swords…come, one and all, gather yourselves with me, come to the Valley Jehoshaphat.

(And they came with alcohol, drugs and swords, and guns, and everything possible, and the world saw much epidemic, and this was happening, while at the Circle of Refiam, much foolishness was going on)


Azaz’el (to Horrep and Noge):

Men fall for her beauty, and demons try to understand it, but they both glory under her flesh, and want more of it.

Roe:

There are no laws with us pertaining to humans, never have been, but Noge makes rules for us like humans.


Noge:

First tell how thou com’tst to find this woman called Agdo, who is she?


Horrep:

She came to me, not I to her.


Noge:

Tell me with no more ado!


Horrep:

I was on Mt. Hermon, waiting for a sign, waiting for you, it was cold, the night vast, with stars over my head gazing, I felt odd, it was five-thousand years since I had been back here. I felt sounds of drums, it broke my silence, and deep thinking, and they sank into my life form, as if they were pulling the cords of my heart, several harlots appeared and they got my attention, I could hear their deep breathing, I could see her deep lips, voiceless, she called me to her, Agdo. Then all of a sudden she was standing next to me, and her friends had gone; it was my silent wish to have her, she read my mind, and I knew you would want her, your first flesh, and from a beautiful woman.


Noge:

You sure it was she?


Horrep:

That one (pointing his finger at Agdo; I know it was her, my hands were on her breasts.

Noge:

Yes! Then what? Did she speak? What did she say?


Horrep:

Aye, what? This was her mystery, she didn’t need to, a gleam, a look, an echo in my mind, and she was all of this. I think it is God’s silence in her (the Jews magic); she can take enormous pain, she made love to me. The girl is not dumb; she just does not tell her secrets.


Noge:

She is the most loveliest and strange of all things I have ever encounterd, more beautiful than day and night.


Azaz’el:

See her, she looks so placid, she looks for the end of us, destruction.

(Vii is now walking, moving slowly towards her)


Noge:

I told him to leave her alone!


Azaz’el:

We have other business to attend to; she has taken enough of our time. We must enter the gates of Jerusalem soon, and into the Valley for the battle. I know not why he fools with this hussy. She walks and makes no sound. She smiles and music comes from her. All things come for a reason.

(All the giants, demon, angelic renegades are looking at the woman, her eyes now cast down, all pause to look, to think, silently: who is she)

(Vii has stopped, he seems to be frozen, no one knows why, she has lifted her head a tinge, and her eyes see Vii that is all, he stands as if in captivation)

Semyaz:

I remember once, a beautiful silver strange angelic being by the name of Ura’el came down to earth when we were cohabitating with the humans, God sent him, and he buried many of us for five-thousand years, some of us here, others got away, but now we are all back, Beware now how thou dost see her, use her, lest you end up under stones like we were…!


Azaz’el:

That is for her to prove, who she is.

(Now Azaz’el started walking towards her, he has had enough of the parade of events she has created ((angrily))


(Azaz’el is now standing by Vii, takes a hard blow to his head, wakes him up from a spell, or something)



Azaz’el:

Stay with me (he tells Vii and them both walk horridly to her). Her spirit and flesh are not of time, she has come from a different time than this, I know that, not sure why, or how, but I seem to have an excellent second sight today, unless she is communicating something to my mind silently.


(Now they are in front of her, and he goes to grab her, and at the slightest touch, sudden wings come to defend her, out of her back, above her shoulders, below her waist, from her thighs. The wings sting, have thorns on them, they torment with their stings, and both Vii and Azaz’el’ step back))


Vii (stuttering):

She has immortality.


Azaz’el:

I will part those legs and those lips and rip her apart (now you see the gazing of lions in her eyes, and Azaz’el is unsure of what to do— save he must do something)




Act II



Scene 3



Agaliarept: the Henchman of Hell



Agaliarept, the Henchman of Hell



(Agaliarept has now appeared at the site called: the Circle of Refiam. And he calls to Azaz’el, he knows who she is)



Agaliarept:

I am the General of a legend of demon in hell, and I am Lucifer’s right hand man there: the Henchman of Hell they call me. I know who this woman is, Lucifer has sent me, he hears the chaos she is causing here, he is the king, the god of the air you know, and has sent me to explain. She is the daughter of Shamhat, the temple priestess of old Sumerian Uruk; dating back perhaps to 2700 BC, if not longer; the time of Gilgamish. She was the prostitute of Enkidu. Leave her daughter to her own, she is harmless, and only your distraction, Agdo’s penitence is this: you are her penitence.

(White doves appear and fly over her head, silver fire comes from her mouth, her breasts are not covered and other parts of her body covered by wings. Azaz’el is angry, and tries to get closer to her, to harm her, and Agaliarept shakes his head, sensing he didn’t listen to him, and time is of the essence. As Azaz’el tries to touch her again, she turns into a scarlet butterfly, and is gone.



Semyaz:

Yea! The northern armies have come now to overthrow Jerusalem, I have heard them fighting, and we were to join the battle (Azaz’el looking for the butterfly)) Semyaz speaking to everyone but Azaz’el))


Horrep:

This was a trick to lure me into lust, and then my son, who is innocent of such feelings, and now the battle of Jerusalem, is lost because of us, I fear, over a harlot. She is the witch of God, of Israel.


Noge:

Father, she is just a girl?


Horrep:

Of course, what else, if Lucifer finds out we are condemned to his wickedness likened to the dogs of hell? She brought this doom upon us; Russia has attacked Israel, and a nuclear attack has taken place, Russia has lost many men (telepathically).




Act III



Scene One



The Apocalypse of the Nosferatu Nephilm
[Circle of the Refiam]




[A month has passed since the battle] The first battle between Israel and the Northern Armies of the World has come and gone (Israel has had help, in winning the battle with its friends), and now a greater battle is developing between Israel and its enemies: China, Europe and the Arab Confederation of states, and they are under one head, a Dictator of Europe, called by the Christian world and Israel’s inner circle as: the Little Horn [or the Antichrist]. As this battle develops, the giants of old, and new arrivals from the cosmos, the underworld, and other hidden places: come to the Circle of the Refiam; also the pits of hell has been open and the scorpions have come up and out, by Azaz’el’s command, which he is in essence the legendary Scorpion King. These Scorpions are ruining around the world stinging the death out of those who will not subject their wills and locality to the new king of kings, the Little Horn. Azaz’el has kept Agdo in prison, and many are using her sexually, to include Noge, his first love. They are at the Circle of Refiam, in Israel, in the valley, and have made campsites here and there, within the circle of rocks and bounders, and outside the Refiam Circle. Presently, Noge is outside with his father Horrep and Agaliarept, the Henchman from Hell. Azaz’el is near by a bonfire. Roe the Captain are with his friend Horrep, Noge’s father.]




Azaz’el Song

I have no old gifts for thee
No perfumes or Vampric words:
Only my hate that storms in me
Like the fires in the halls of hell
Whence the soul follow beyond the earth.

Ye, likened to the moon and sunrise
We are slaves to lustful illume ways
In the valley of sacred multiorgasmic
We have seduced the women of earth
And given birth to hybrid Nephilm.

Note: 5/28/06, #1353





Noge:

Father why am I obsessed with lust for Agdo?



Horrep:

Oh yes, I feared this would happen, and especially with Agdo, the harlot of Shamhat, of Uruk. But I shall tell you the long story, in its short version; perhaps you will understand who we are, really are. Nothing is as simply as you’d like it to be…

(at that moment more angelic and demigods were appearing at the Circle of Raphiam, as Horrep spoke to his son; there was Yegon: he was the one who had lead the children of the angels to earth and perverted them long ago; and Asb’el, showed up, he gave to the children of long ago, evil counsel, mislead them, and they defiled their bodies. And there was Gader’el, he showed the children of the people blows of death, and misled Eve. And Pinem’e: who taught the children how to use ink and paper; these angels were the ones who used the forces of earth and the angelic essence of the cosmos and with a cabbalistic formula created energy called MAGI ((now called: Quantum Mechanics))

;as I was about to say son, nothing is like it seems.


Noge:

I know Azaz’el was the scapegoat, the one everyone talked about all the time these past centuries, and that is about all I know I suppose. Who slew him long ago?


Horrep:

It was Ura’el, God’s …nothing, and we were all God’s angels before he sent Ura’el to bind Azaz’el. ‘T was by sorcery he got loose to come back here I think.


Noge:

He is deaf and blind to passion.


Horrep:

Perhaps we don’t have none ourselves. We were dreamers back then, locked in the clouds, and lust which condemned us, like dead lions.


Roe:

Nay! It was God and Ura’el, and now we must make earth’s people pay, die more slowly for our past owe, they are indebted to us! Ura’el slew us all. This is not surely known; he left no mark upon us. Like marble he cloaked himself, and we could not harm him. Who fears not even the death, we did, but then I wanted to die myself, and couldn’t. And now the Little Horn, the monarch comes to demand our help, with his trumpets forth. ‘T is strange he needs our keep, the king of sorcery, demons and all, and now this girl, whom is seemingly dumb, throws a spell if not a curse upon us all, torments us, we are born to yearn.


Noge:

But explain all this to me father, as you were about to before…!

[It is midnight, the demon and angelic renegades, the watchers as they are known are seated about the fire, in a semi-circle, and the lovely captive who had disappeared as a butterfly, now captured again, dances for the immortals, Agdo]



Horrep:

As I was about to say: it all started somewhat like this: we watched the human females for a long time, and along with Azaz’el we all came down, all two hundred of us to participate in human sex, we could have multiorgasmic results, likened to females; human males could not of course. Some of our children could only perform fifty-climaxes, but that was more than the humans. And we pure angelic beings were limitless. Then we went to Samara, and Anunnak, became kings, about five-thousand years ago. There it was started, the selection of kings according to how many orgasms they could have, to prove they were of an angelic origin. Hence, Gilgamish of old came into the picture; he may show up here yet.

The Scorpion King was praised by many, he is none other than Azaz’el, or Ptah, or the Divine Blacksmith, he was known by many names, he also help created the Vampric legends, which I will get to soon. Our lustful ways is what triggered God’s anger, and brought forward the Great Flood. I was part of all this history you know. I hid you for a long time. Anyhow, you have discovered multiple orgasms are possible for our kind, and we have no male refractory period; again I say, like human females. This was divine love, something; human males could not compete with.

Nosferatu, the Vampire world came alive when we moved to… (a pause); I should explain who ‘we’ are in this story: we meaning: Samlazaz, Araklba, Rameel, Kokablel, Tamlel, and Asael (Asael, again is Azaz’el)) and myself, also known as sons of God)). We were known as the Watchers, the Nephilm, the fallen ones, thus forfeiting our first estate forever, God forbid, but we did; there was two hundred of us, and it was an exodus to the land of Sumer, and then onward to a new location… we were brothers, and servants of God at one time; it may be she knows what use she is for us: we became obsessed even in Sumer as now, with eroticism, incest, pedophilia, sacred prostitution, as this woman is a symbol of our sexual freedoms we had long ago cultivated for the whole world of human flesh, destined for, she sees us as sacrilege, but speaks she does not, for she knows we are not worthy of her, only allows us our pleasure…for her whatever reasoning she and God have in mind…so it seems.

(Noge interrupts: father, please get back to the story!)

…there was what we called ‘Hieros Gamos’ (the sacred marriage, for kings who had the capacity for leadership, also had to have the capacity for sexual reenactment with the priestess, it was the Sumerians we instructed in this multiorgasmic rite, Inanna (Gilgamish’s mother), the de Goddess was the teacher.

(Noge interrupts: father, where did you go after Sumer?)

…I was getting to that son, be patient. They had sex for thirty-hours, this rite of Uruk’s which we demanded of the kings, and so only demigods would be elected; or allowed to sit on the throne. Thus, the Anunnak bloodline started, he was a Canaanite Nephilm you know, whom taught women sexual pleasures. King Menes, also known as the Scorpion King, was the first Pharaoh; some of us went to Egypt, around 3500 BC. He was a decent of demigod, like you.

And for your question, after Sumer we went to the mountains, to Transylvania (the Raphiam of Romania), where Vampirism came to light. We were scattered all over the world, and this was one location. We had Rephiamic tribes hidden in the mountains. The stories of excessive sex, derived from us. Here the royal Racoci family line is in Saint Germain, he lived you know seven-hundred years, as was the mysterious count (Cmte).

And through our sexual encounters, we did bite a few people, and we had, or our sons had I should say, a disease, and they gave it to the humans; actually our kind was immune to its death, it spread, and was named tuberculosis; all because one day we decided to quench our sexual obsessiveness.




Act III


Death Sentence



Scene Two



[Same location, the bonfire is burning high into the sky, flickers of fire fly about, there is some unrest with the demonic force that has come to the Circle of Refiam; now Noge and his father are alone standing back as they were, the others have joined the circle around the fire, and he, Noge asked the forbidden question…]



Noge:

Father, what are we going to do after the next battle, for it is called the last Great Battle for the souls of mankind: Armageddon?


Horrep:

A poor question indeed, one I’d rather avoid. We shall not be immortal I fear, through me, you will die as I will die, exactly how, I do not know, yet I know the day of reckoning is near, Verdict Day. A bed of stone is laid for us I fear.


Noge:

What God hath told you of these tidings I hear through thy lips?


Horrep:

Blasphemy! That is we. The fire shall purge us. Where is God? That is our proof of our reckoning?


Noge:

It is not that I wish to question you (Horrep interrupts: she remains silent in the bed of many Nephilm: we should spread her upon the coals until she tells us what we want to know, who she is, who sent her)…Nay, not to thee nor any of our kind, but I know so little for such darkness to come to me shall I speak out to Him, to God?


Horrep:

God has knowledge of our will; you stripped her, as she whimpered in a gaze, you have already been tested, and failed; her great eyes brought you down.


Noge:

But it was you who brought her to me, so it is you I should blame for my shame, if I shall ever stand in front of God.


Horrep [eyebrows high, almost wanting to laugh]:

(The girl is dancing naked round the fire ((luring, enticing)), as all the Nephilm, one after the other, are rapping her—and Noge watches)

Yea, not beauty, but Hell is what you watch, cast out your eyes if you wish to talk to the God about mercy. For you lust as we lusted after flesh, as you see them doing. It was simply your first encounter.

(And with no hesitation, Noge, plucked out both his eyes, and Horrep in horrid shock, walked him frazzle away; thus, the deed was done, and all Noge could hear now was: we wait thy word, Azaz’el, give us the dog…and the Nephilm started to stone Noge…then the same voice said: burn him!… and they did. And for the first time ever, they saw immortal flesh burn like human flesh. And these words came from Azaz’el: vanished god, be gone I shall see thy soul in Hell. And Horrep said: At least thou deist! And they all heard Noge’s last words: echo even after his death: ‘T is so attested in my faith.)