The Blogs: The Eternal Jew’s Tale, #211, Messiahs, 6

In this episode a New Christian circumcises himself and begins to ascend the scales.

The Eternal Jew’s Tale
Messiah Tractates, a Montage
Shlomo Molkho’s Traum, 1

Now Shlomo Molkho inherits the call, ascending out of his origins, from Diego Pires a Christianized Jew, from David Reubani who revived him, from Abu Isa, from bar Koseva, from the Maccabee, from Daniel, from Elijah, from King David, from the Samuel the Prophet, from Joshua, from Moshe who made carnate the Lor’s Voice in the beginning of Shekhina’s breath.

The messiah lain in a death shroud as a Jew cloaked in a Christian veil, until that veil is torn away by the warrior prophet arisen from afar, that David Reubani, an accelerant, and Shlomo Molkho begins to emerge out of the body of Diego Pires, circumcising spirit and flesh.

Beyond bodies, beyond time, the true messiah is beyond constraint. Today, standing in John’s* court, and then without a step, without a horse, without a coach, without a ship, tomorrow walking Salonika’s streets.
* John III of Portugal

Messiah wakes into Shlomo’s soul with his entourage of querulous spirits…

Dream
… who are you Diego Pires… are you not a king of the Jews?…

Reubani
… you are but a mosquito to me…

John III
… marrano… another untrustworthy Jew…

Reubani
… this king is weak, his soul befouled…

Voice
… gather an army to liberate our Holy Land, and restore our king and rebuild the glory of Jerusalem…

John III
… my inquisitors will expose the Jew hiding behind a Christian face…

Reubani
… with messianic powers we will convince John and Charles* to allocate an army to cleanse our Holy Land…
* Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor

Dream
… the spirit of this land is too dense and crude for Messiah Powers to descend to you…

Dream
… Hellenistic lands are awaiting you…

Voice
… but Clement* will soon be favorable…
* Pope Clement VII

Voice
… but your hope will yet waver…

Reubani
… what do you know of Halacha? You must study more deeply; you must know more than those who will question and those who will doubt…

Molkho
Hear, Molkho, all these voices, Divine Voices to illuminate me…

and Molkho devours, in these months, Torah, Talmud, Zohar and drash, and now arrives in Salonika.

City of outcasts, impasse, outrage; the wounded, the weary, the wandering; disparate, desperate, despondent, and impoverished. The angels weep to see such disgrace, and yet all hope, all faith, all will is not extinguished, not dispelled; still burning inwardly, guarded, dim, it is tinder-like, awaiting a spark.

This, acutely, Shlomo sees; hears directly inwardly…

Voice
… am I so worthless to my Lor?…

Voice
… who to trust?… where to go?… can I survive another day?…

Psalm 44:12
… You sent us as sheep to feed beasts and among the nations You winnow us…

R. Taitazak
… like a magic square uncoiling its force, this Molkho arrived here dull of tongue but in months he speaks in prophetic arrays…

Voice
… like a bee to nectar, like a moth to flame, Tzfat calls you, do not delay…

Voice
… mazhiak ekum, mazhiak enear, indu yu har in a fordeen yeer…

Molkho
Moshiakh? coming in fourteen years?…

Psalm 44:16
… all day before me, disgrace; shame, shame, conceal my face…

Voice
… the stone city of conquerors, roar of fire, billow of smoke, red winged cardinals flee away…

Voice
… the messiah will come in grievings…

Voice
… the messiah will come in sorrows…