The Eternal Jew’s Tale, #151, Batkol’s Journal, 7

In this episode Batkol re-ascends to physical-spiritual communion with her angelman guide.
Warning, this episode contains scenes of an overt sexual nature, plus some unsavory language.

The Eternal Jew’s Tale
Nineteenth Era, Part 5, ~1425 C.E., back in Genoa
Batkol’s Journal, part 7
The Lesser Yikhud,* The Sorceries of Lilah bat Eve

* Hebrew: union, merging, divine or human

From my womb that seems to extend from my thighs to my breast, like an ocean that rushes and heaves in the joyous, eternal touch of the Lor, the pleasurous waves still heave and rush and I can’t stop moanin’ with gasp and sigh. And there’s Lilah on a low stool right by my head, bent over me, wavin’ a smolderin’ bundle of herbs. When she seen I’m awake she lifts a spoon to my mouth and says,
“Take another sip.”

He bends and lifts me into his arms and carries me down to a mossy bed by a pool of water, or a pool of light. He scoops some into the cup of his palm and drips it onto my dry lips. I suck and lap it as drips from his hand, such brilliant flavors flair in my mouth, a fiery sweetness, a windstorm of taste in a rapturous sequence, billow and gust, rain and thunders, lightning and hail, then a burst of sun thru the boilin’ clouds. I never knew flavor before that sip.

“Good. Take another sip of this soup,”
And she brang the spoon to my lips again. And there I am, and I’m lookin’ down from above the roof of Lilah’s hut at me lyin’ in a heap of straw, Lilah squattin’ on a low stool, layin’ the spoon back into a bowl, then brushin’ the hair back off my face with her hand, her own hair hangin’ down, her legs spread, my head between, her womanly odors thick on the air.

There beside me Lilah writhes with her angelman; aroma of sex; such things as I never knew before…{deleted scene}. Spray of sparks and pulsin’ lights languidly billow around the two, brighter where pleasure be more intense, till their bodies turn into translucent flame and their pleasurous moans make a rhythmic song, like tides washin’ over a rocky shore and the wind whistles in a stiff breeze, yet full of music perfectly timed, pulse and flutter, pulse and reverb, till my self grown faint in its beautiful throbs. I never heard music, I never felt thrill until this moment. I weep like a child in a storm of passion. This like the song *Isaiah heard* as angels in prayer.
*-* Isaiah 6:3

Lilah holds me close in her arms as I heave in sobs. A Divine sigh blows thru my soul like a whirlwind, me so fragile, so confined, so small. I’m torn apart; all that I know be stripped away, and nothin’ of me, the one I once knew, is left to speak, is left to think. I can only cry.

A Jew, a woman, a healer, wise — these faces of me, once so bright, now faint shadows that waver and sway in a twilight world as it fades away in the vast dimensions and infinities revolvin’ around the Divine Mind. And I am but the faintest breeze, a chimera a-flutter in mythic time.

Held in his arms I gaze on his face, and like a bird arisin’ out of its nest, I am transported thru his eyes into another eternal world, amidst a jungle of towerin’ plants, dense with flowers like I’ve never seen: petals in petals in petallous blooms, such radiant colors the human eye cannot imagine. And them plants are talkin’ in a thousand voices of a thousands tongues, all direct to me they speak and I can understand them all. Each one chants its holy tales, an I recite our Torah to them. And behold! Meteors fall from the sky, thousands in long and arcin’ trails, and all them flowers begin to chant, joyous psalms. Behold! It’s rain. And I lie my naked body down to let the rain wash over me, every drop in trickle and splash, a wave of intense pleasure flows, pleasures that reveal ancient truths such as I never imagined before. Now the sky begins to grow dark, and the flowers fade in the dimmin’ light.

And I open my eyes. Lilah is singin’ Hallel* psalms soft and sweet. Her hut is dark. I close my eyes.
* Psalms 113-118 chanted on special holy days

Such darkness as I’ve never known; such privacy as if I lay in Aden as the fifth day ends; not a beast is scar the lands, nor Adam woken from the dust; beneath a vault of giant ferns. Such darkness as I never knew.

Such innocense, such guileless feelings, nor any forbidden act or thought. All permitted, all be good, all be full of grace and joy. Such innocense, such guileless thoughts. My fingers lightly run along my legs, my thighs, my belly, breasts. Pleasure swims thru all my limbs. {Deleted image} with soft touch, ripples of pleasure like ocean waves that break and swirl on a shore. Around and round and down again, {deleted images} And then as if I melt away…

… Into these throbbin’ ecstasies — pressure-release, pressure-increase, sparkling turbulent frothy seas, breath infused with eternities, my soul expands in tales untold, beyond the soft and creamy folds, beyond the mossy roof and walls, beyond the surge and heave and thrall,…

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In the next episode, such infinities.