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The Eternal Jew’s Tale, #146, Batkol’s Journal, 2

Joseph and Lilah; image colorized and modified by the author, obtained from Wikimedia Commons, Hercules & Omphale nude, MET-DP820209, in the public domain.
Joseph and Lilah; image colorized and modified by the author, obtained from Wikimedia Commons, Hercules & Omphale nude, MET-DP820209, in the public domain.

In this episode we hear another version of the biblical story of creation, as well as alternate versions of other biblical stories and personality sketches.
Warning: there is some crude language and sexual references in this episode (altho the author has edited the most egregious examples out).

The Eternal Jew’s Tale
Nineteenth Era, Part 4, ~1425 C.E., back in Genoa
Batkol’s Journal, part 2
The Lesser Yikhud,* hidden midrash in Nashim**

* Hebrew: union, divine or human; Kabbalistic term
** one of the 6 orders of Talmud

“The first day in the Agency of Lor, Shekhina were spake into the world. She were the Lights of Eternity; She shinin’ the Lor and it feel Him good. Out of them Lights materia condense. Worlds expand and spreadin’ apart, super excited, liquid and seed, lips above and lips below. Long they kiss thru a second day. Then Elohim slips the gowns of Light off Her shoulders and heaveny breasts and cannot hold back; such pleasures pour forth, and in Her hand and on Her breast abundant seed that bear Him fruit. And the Him in Her sighs, ‘That be Good.’ Them pray-creatin’ a fourth day, that divine couple, Elohim, and now Her archin’ over Him, heaveny bodies spread Her Light upon Him face, all glisten and shine, day and night above She rules, Her dark folds engorge in Him Light. Lips to lips. Sigh to sigh, as a fourth age of pleasures pass. Such Eternities in each day, and yet still more. The wavin’ seas are heavin’, gushin’, endlessly, surge and backwash, trickle and drip, and the frothy waters teemy with life in the fragrant airs, and another day. And a six day in heaveny times, and no part of Elohim untouched, and no pleasure left untried. From flower and fruit the nectars drip when God and Shekhina know themself.

“The first creatin’ of womanous man a nameless being, so is writ. But women are hear Shekhina Voice in deeper Torah resonances, beneath that Lor that men are hear. Adam and Lilith be the Name as heared by woman spirit ears. Thems the one I’ll tale you ‘bout.

“Young they been and wild with life; ravenous they appetite. And conscience, they care not of that. Lor is hear their wilderness as it roil and boil their heart apart. Him come with needle and come with knife to cut and splice a soul into thems. Adam, he stand there all cow-like, but Lilith, suspicious, seditious, smart, hides inside a serpent skin. That’s when God put Adam in sleeps and when him wake, behold, there’s Eve.

“And now him feel a tightness insides, and behold, it’s rules and desires withheld, and God taled Lilith,
‘Go to that one and tempt her with fruit so she will eat, to see if their soul be stirred* and awake.’
* or did she say ‘stern’?
“But Lilith say it’s her own urge to wave that fruit in that Eve face; nothin’ put there by divine decree. It’s her own malice and her own exploit, and she’ll have her venge on that man-stealin’ Eve.

“You know how the story enfolds: exile, and the first of many rebellous acts, and punishments that pound and compound, and sorties by Lilith many a night to pleasure the man and pleasure herself, whether a dream or whether awake, the urge be great and it shape their thought; it drive them wild; they won’t control.
‘Oh, {deleted phrase} to see his desire light up {deleted phrase}, and to feel him melt when I be gone, and his eyes a-beg when {deleted} and I don’t care.’

“Oh, many avventures of Lilith I knows. She take me along when my heart be strong and I not fear the lashes I gets on I returns to these earthy lands. (Oh, I tells of that in little whiles.) And many another Woman Ideal be found in Torah with much unsayed, and what been sayed distorted by mens. The ear mis-hears that whispery Lor, whiles the mind perclaim it hears the true, and the gullible heart she quick to agree, and teensy impression become whole* writs. So let me retale what I been tol’, but if you believes that Torah words be a perfeck transmittin’ of GodSong, or if your ear be tender and shy, or if your eye be ashamed to see {deleted} you best not read any furthers here.
* or did she say ‘holy’?

“*Dinah went out*; that’s what be writ,
*-* Beraysheet/Gen. 34:1
“and Jacob sons respondin’ to it; sex and power, lies and revenge, but who be care what Dinah think? Been she raped and locked away, weeps and wails to come back home? That’s the hoohaw Levi taled, but Joseph, that prattler and dreamer of dreams, him spirit visit me many a time, and after we have our fill of sex, he entertain me — giggle and kiss, his hands a-wander all over me — with stories unfit for yer holy book.

“‘It’s all writ down,’ him says to me, ‘Writ it myself for pharoah’s priests, for all to read, in their weird glyphs. Copies been put in many a tomb. Treasure hunters as find it some day, and stir up turmoils, wait and see!’

“But here it be, from Joseph’s maw:

“‘Dinah been sneakin’ out at night for many a month, who known how long, drinkin’ beer and smokin’ hash with the locals, and doin’ who known what. Full of ‘pinions about her mums — ‘holy bitches’ she like to say — and as for dad, a sneerin’ frown is all she had left to give to him. That’s why dad be mum as sphinx when rumors reached him.
“‘To hell with her! Teenage girls be a curse on man.’

“‘(Long he regretted sayin’ such things in them fiery moments. He loved her, still.)
“‘Well, Dinah been juicy with Shkhem for awhiles, and they been talking veiled and vague about marriage, but Dinah grown tired of him.
“‘‘Khamor be a jackass,’
“‘as she sayed to me. (And Jacob and Leah thought so, too.) So she never brang it up at home. After Shkhem were put to the sword, Dinah, all a fury and shame, fell in with Phoenician sailors — rogues; jus her type, lawless, cruel. She run off to Tyre for a short whiles, but when she come home she be broken, lost. Leah took her into her tent; and them two become inseperble — womens rejected and misunderstood.’”

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In the next episode the ghost of Joseph continues his prattlin’.

About the Author
I am a writer, educator, artist, and artisan. My poetry is devoted to composing long narrative poems that explore the clash between the real and the ideal, in the lives of historical figures and people I have known. Some of the titles of my books are: The Song uv Elmallahz Kumming A Pilgimmage tu Jerusalem The Pardaes Dokkumen The Atternen Juez Talen You can listen to podcasts of my Eternal Jew posts on my personal blog, Textures and Shadows, which can be found on my website, or directly, at: http://steveberer.com/work-in-progress. I live just outside Washington, DC with my bashert, and we have two remarkable sons. Those three light my life.
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