I don’t think I was King Ahah to slip between the thighs
into an underworld, so demonic, that it tore my substance
and broke my spine. There is such power in allure that it
emblazons lust and breaks into an inferno, where you don’t
burn but submerge into brine. O Jezebel, can you even bely
King Solomon with your guile and spook his wisdom?
He was enamoured by the bronzed Queen of Sheba, who
secretly prised him away from Jehovah and taught him about
other gods and goddesses. Such that, would The First Temple
have veracity or credibility? Would you pick a father figure like
Melchizedek, to ensnare; or the dark Venus goddess Ishtaaar/Astarte
to earn your privileges to be an evil whore and sacred priestess/ prostitute
at the same time. It confounds all males! Yet, they learn much
sacred secret wisdom by entering the orifice, as if it were
the elusive temple of the gods. Even Jesus entered a forbidden temple,
and learnt of the secret name of God, by writing it on his thigh in blood,
so as to remember it once he got out. Because there was an oracle
that pronounced that you could never memorise the secret name of God!
Would I remember my name? I know it does not figure in the many names of Shemhamporae!
O Jezebel, if you’d only be present in the time of the Babylonian rampage;
and tempt Shamash, you’d save the Jews from the whorl of slavery and exile.
And would James the Just be sacrificed, if you did the same to Caesar?
O Venus, the black goddess with the large breasts, who was wrongly attributed to Mary Magdalene,
but was actually, my love, the sultry Sarah the Egyptian; Would Astarte
have come to the aid of the Benjaminites in the massacre of them by the rest of Israel?
Perhaps, it was predestined that we find our haven eastward in Varca, Goa
with the Arch of the Covenant in tow! O Jezebel, what are you now? Earlier on, in my
present life, I was propositioned by a neighbour, who also was a prostitute frequenting
the Arab countries to ply her trade, to have sex with her, suggesting that I would garner
deeper mysteries from that intercourse. It was a bribe, I didn’t accept. For I was already
initiated in and inebriated by the mysteries! O Jezebel, did you now encumber my Sarah (Jashmina) to
betray me! Or do you serve the villains who seek to blackmail her against me!
I have no misgivings, nor do I condemn prostitutes, O Jezebel of Jerusalem! I don’t even attempt to exorcise Jashmina off the ghosts of my enemies!
I know that the watchers still look upon me as a Jew! If Enoch would be me?!
And would you wonder why, in this life, when I visited the Jewish temple at Kochi,
they insisted that I don’t take off my shoes. I am the only one that was permitted to enter a Jewish temple with my shoes on!
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