by Dean Kutzler
In seeing God's error and His distracted state on a resolution to the problem (attempting to create a veil over the Angel/Human hybrids’ eyes to hide their true nature), the Devil sought out his chance of a foothold and had a mist rise up from the Earth and water it along with God’s erroneous creation with something small, like temptation, in hopes that God would not overlook it in His haste of fixing the Angel/Human hybrids. God, even though distracted, saw what the devil had done and knew that his creation was not good and he had found no choice but to destroy all of the Angel/Humans. Meanwhile, the devil had tricked God with the distraction, allowing him the cloak he needed to secretly whisper into Lilith's ear. Lilith, was the true first female He created, but omitted from Genesis 1:27.
Wait a minute? First woman? Jack reread the last passage again as his brow raised to skyscraper heights. The news about God’s first attempt at the human race was all new to him, but even he knew, everyone knew, the whole world knew, that Eve was the first female to be created from Adam’s rib. Who was Lilith and where was this going? He pulled on his goatee as his eyes eagerly raced through the text to find out.
Destroying the human half of His corrupt creations was not the problem, but the manifestation of power that had been accidentally intermingled within their beings (that power not being created by God) could not be destroyed by God Himself, so He hid it in a tree upon the Earth. Lilith, after the devil's whispered warning, had been hiding in the very tree God chose, picking an apple, when she saw to her horror what the devil said was true about what God was doing. She stayed hidden, like the devil told her, so that she would not die along with the rest of her people. The first race to inhabit God’s creation, was massacred by His own hand for His mistake.
God, unbeknownst of the devil’s warning, later found Lilith hiding in the tree when He built the Garden of Eden around it. He felt such remorseful guilt, looking upon her strong will to live, and took pity on her. He gave her a chance to live by leaving her in the Garden of Eden with Adam, His next creation after the destruction of His first. (The Garden of Eden was created not only to provide a comfortable life for God's creations, but also used to control Lilith's hybrid DNA, had she stayed.)
Through His guilt for the unjust treatment of Lilith and her kind, God sought to fix three problems. One, as stated in the previous paragraph, was to suppress Lilith's DNA from spawning the Angel/Human hybrid that would eventually rise up against Him; two, to spare her an unjust death like the rest of her kind had suffered; and three, to be with Adam because it was not good for man to be alone within the Garden of Eden. God's first attempt at making the human race had failed, so He’d focused only on one being, Adam, so He would not err a second time. His creation this time around was perfect, but Adam and Lilith immediately began to fight. Lilith could not bear to be subservient to Adam because she knew that he was an inferior being to her. Adam, oblivious to the truth, felt that she was put there to serve him and would not lay beneath or even side-by-side, equally with her.
After reaching an impasse, Lilith, full of surprises, spoke the ineffable name and transformed into her true form in front of Adam and sprouted wings and flew from Eden, leaving him alone once again. After seeing Lilith in her frightening true nature, Adam could not recover his mental state from bearing witness to her inconceivable half-angel image, so God put him into a DEEP sleep and began the tedious work of removing his intricate memories and restoring his sane mental state.
While God was busy erasing and mending Adam's memory, He sent three angels named Senoy, Sansenoy, and Semangelof, to catch Lilith and persuade her to return to Eden. If she would not, He swore to curse her and cause one hundred of her children/spawn to die every day in order to protect himself from a future generation. The angels immediately took to their task and overtook Lilith in the midst of the Red Sea in the mighty waters, where the Egyptians were destined to drown. They told her of God's word, but being more than a mere mortal human, she refused to return to Adam. The angels threaten to drown her in the sea, but she swore to them that her spirit would tell the living eternal (another reference to a power above God) of what God had done (His mistake) if they did so. She also told the three angels that she would tell the living eternal that she was created by God only to cause sickness to infants.
The angels knew the severity of what would happen if the living eternal learned of God's mistake or Lilith’s claim, so they struck a bargain with her for her life. She agreed to let one hundred of her children/spawn (made from man's nocturnal emissions) die every day, but also requested that of all the human births, if the infant was male, she had dominion over him for the first 8 days after his birth, and if female, for the first 20 days. (I researched it; a woman's menstrual cycle is 28 days. There must be a reason for this, but I have not found it within the book, unless if it’s just a reflection of our design).
The angels protested, but staying true to her nature, Lilith would not budge on this demand. She counter-offered them with a stipulation that after the births of human babies—during the eight days for boys, twenty days for girls—if she saw either the three angels, or some form or remembrance of them in an amulet or talisman, she would be powerless over those children. The angels agreed to the bargain with their new task for the ages to come, for to serve God was their way, and the angels set Lilith free.
After cursing Lilith for not returning but honoring the bargain, God kept Adam in the DEEP sleep and after He was finished repairing and altering his memory, He removed a rib from Adam’s torso, from which he created Eve, Adam’s new mate. Created from Adam's rib, Eve was left only to be subservient to him for the existence of humankind.
Jack sat back in his chair, absently pulling on his goatee, amazed at the incredible story of Genesis he was reading. Was this the secret passed from pope to pope in a box? Does the Vatican know of this book? His uncle had been thorough in his research. Dozens of linked aside-references supporting this claim from scriptures had been found in all parts of the world in different cultures and included within this research. Hints of the truth were everywhere throughout the ages. This book was the definitive source of that truth, and what really happened. Jack thought about those references and wondered what hand the devil—if he truly existed—played in leaking that truth. Or, had it been unknowingly ingrained in our being from our creation, like the magic of the cosmos in the first human race? The supportive text references were only bits and pieces, like ashes scattered in the wind. Without the true Bible, there would have been no way to verify the truth, much less gather it from the scattered pieces. He could see why this book was so very important and ultimately dangerous at the same time, just for its literal content, lest the mysterious power.
Any wonders about his uncle’s hesitation in sharing this information with the world were blown away, along with his mind. It certainly explained a lot over the course of history in the suppression of women, for starters. We could no longer solely blame that suppression on the dusty agenda-driven priests, but also the devil himself from the beginning, using the very essence of the female to mask their demise, which made Jack wonder whose work the priests were really doing.
Jack had been so engrossed with his uncle’s mind blowing discovery, he hadn’t noticed the giddy girls had been replaced by a very gothic looking boy who had been scowling at him. At least he was quiet Jack thought, turning back to the research.
Lilith learned of what God had done and was not only angry because of His actions and at the bargain she was forced to make, but also jealous of Adam's new, embarrassing, subservient mate, Eve. So she secretly returned to the Garden of Eden and set forth to spoil God's creation and damn humankind for all eternity.
She appeared to Eve in the form of a walking serpent (with the Devil's help), and tempted her to bite of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. Eve rebuked at first, telling the serpent that God had warned them that they shall surely die if they ate of this Tree or even had a touch of its fruit. The serpent, taught well of trickery from God,
told Eve that she would surely not die from eating or touching the Tree’s fruit. The serpent reached up and pulled down a piece of fruit and held it forth to Eve and said to her, 'See? I am touching the fruit of this Tree and I surely am not dead.'
So Eve reached out her hand of innocence and embraced the forbidden fruit. She took a bite and instantly learned the naked truth of what she had lost and since she was bound to be subservient to her mate, she had no choice but to share it with Adam who bit, then learned the naked truth of his fate as well. God had not lied to them, this time. Death, amongst other things, was now their fate. The death would not be instantaneous, but yet to be cruel, labored and lengthened.
God felt the betrayal of innocence from the first bite and appeared before them after the second. He demanded of Adam to explain what he had done. Without their innocence, Adam placed blame upon Eve, who then shamefully redirected it to the serpent, who was no longer animated or sentient, to her surprise. After disobeying God, the perfection was shattered and the nakedness of their faults was only the start.
God bellowed His wrath upon them of the likes they’ve never experienced, telling them that they had disobeyed His one and only command for which they were to follow. He turned His fiery gaze towards the serpent, instantly revoking His gift of limbs, like fire melting ice, and they watched as it slithered away with its new life purpose. Turning the angry fire of His betrayal back to Adam and Eve, with a wave of His almighty hand, God cast them from Eden, shooing them like flies. To make sure they never took from the tree of eternal life ever again, with great sorrow He brought forth the Cherubim and set them to their relentless task.
God instructed the Cherubim to gather all His creation of light that surrounded the earth, and form it into a tight ball. The task was great, but within their powers. With a single breath, the Cherubim set the earth in its rotation and held the ball of light in the sky, east of the Garden of Eden on earth. Once their hands were in place, the ball of light surged and the Cherubim brought a single ray of concentrated light down upon the earth, like a flaming sword, encompassing it completely, so no matter which way the planet turned, it would always be in the lick of its flame, until the end of its days when the Cherubim would be relinquished of their duty. The flaming sword of concentrated light incinerated the delicate tree of life in an instant, sealing its fate to never grow more than one of God’s creation of days during the night, before being consumed by the dawn of the next.
The translation of the true account of the sixth day of creation was complete within the file. He slowly eased back from the computer screen, with the heel of his palms firmly planted on either side of the keyboard. He’d been so blown away by the discovery that his nose had almost been touching the screen. Before he clicked on the next chapter translation of Genesis inside the folder, he wanted to look something up. He was thinking back to the tree below the brownstone and how emaciated and void of sunlight it had appeared, yet still grew.
His Bible study was rusty, if not almost nonexistent, but the Cherubim and flaming sword sounded too familiar. He clicked open a web page and searched a Bible site for the passage, using ‘flaming sword’ as the key words. Instantly, he found the reference bolded within the page of scripture: Genesis 3:24 “So He drove out the man; and He placed at the east of the Garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life.”
Was it talking about the sun? He had to check. He clicked back up to Genesis 1:3 “And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.” He hadn’t said let there be a “sun” or a “star” or anything of that nature. He specifically said light. As in a creation that flowed around and enveloped the earth, without a source to pinpoint.
This is how he stopped them from living forever.
Generations upon generations of archaeologists, priests and theologians have tried to interpret the meaning of the Cherubims and the flaming sword, never even dreaming the idea of this literal act. The concentrated rays of the sun were too powerful for the tree of life, so that they disintegrated even the smallest sprout to breach the ground at night. But the tree below the brownstone was growing.
How was it possible?
Then that familiar tingle in his loins gave him the answer. The sudden realization of who the woman represented in the strange stone relief hanging on the wall opposite the tree turned his chest cold like steel.
Lilith.
The true first woman on earth.
He clicked the BACK button instead of the CLOSE button on the Internet browser and his eyes drifted up a couple passages from the Cherubims reference and the hair on the back of his neck began to bristle. Genesis 3:22 “And the Lord God said, Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know good and evil: and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live forever.” What was the implication? He pictured in his mind the shriveled golden peach, like a 24 karat nugget, hanging high up in the branches of the tree.
Shaking his head at the epiphany, he closed the web page and searched for the next folder. He found the next Genesis translation file and was about to click it open when a huge kid, wearing a striped shirt and thick-rimmed glasses, bumped his arm. He was squeezed in behind the computer station, barely fitting in between Jack’s and the next.
Jack hadn’t noticed when the gothic kid had left, but as he turned back to his own computer to click on the next Genesis translation, he saw a file labeled PRESIDENTIAL.
Curious.
He was about to click it open when his eyes caught the sight of another folder and grew wide. He was finally looking at the folder that surely held some of the answers for which he’d been searching when he started on this quest.
BENE ELOHIM.
He clicked the file on the elusive organization and prepared himself to learn what he could, and more importantly, the depth of his uncle’s involvement. The file snapped open and Jack leaned in closer. His eyes narrowed in concentration when a window popped up, blocking the file before he read a single sentence. He sat back in the chair, his arms stretched out.
“What the fu—“ he caught himself, minding the innocent children. Children that probably knew more explicit content that’d turn him pale. A few heads turned his way. He ignored them and pulled in close to read the message in the window:
USER ELLIOT:
THANK YOU FOR USING THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY!
YOUR SESSION HAS TIMED OUT.
PLEASE COME AGAIN!
The mouse squeaked under his palm from the pressure of his angst as the computer flashed back to the log-on screen. He typed his last name into the user field and fumbled for his wallet to get at his driver’s license. He typed the number into the password field and clicked okay.
The screen flashed an error message and returned to the previous log-on prompt. “This can’t be happening!” His voice grew shrill and he didn’t care this time about the hush-hush rule.
“Yo, mister. Gotta get up. Turn’s over pal,” a voice grunted from behind him.
Jack swiveled on the desk chair and came face to face with number 56 in big white crackled lettering stretched across a blue mesh background. The expanse of chest was twice Jack’s size and he slowly tilted his head upward, like he was watching a rocket launch at Cape Canaveral.
A bull of a teenage boy that looked ready to run defense on any winning football team looked down at Jack with a dull stare, mouth gaping and said, “Time’s up buddy. I gotta see how the Giants did.” His lower lip moved like a slow motion dribbling basketball and remained open when he finished speaking.
“Ever pick up a paper?” Jack snapped, regretting the slip.
“Huh? What’d you say?” teen-defense snorted, nostrils flaring from the wrong end of a Matador, as he pointed behind Jack. “Dude, get up. It’s the rules.”
Jack followed the meat-hook arm leading down to his sausage-finger. The sausage link was pointing at a plaque that read: 15 MINUTE LIMIT INTERNET RULE - TIME’S A TICKIN’.
Jack wanted to take a bite out of that sausage. This couldn’t be happening—not now. He was just getting to thick of it all. He couldn’t stop now.
He stared the behemoth in his dull brick-wall-eyes and decided to take the battle up with the nice librarian at the desk. She controlled the log-In keys anyway and inciting a tackle wouldn’t help the situation. “I’m sorry buddy,” Jack said pulling at his goatee as he stood. He gracefully bowed away from the computer. “You’re right.”
“S’what I’m sayin’,” the giant growled with an affirmative nod of his chin, plopping down in the chair.
Jack left the computer station, weaved his way through the sneers of teenagers waiting their Facebook turns and marched over to the librarian’s desk. The librarian saw him coming and immediately put her head down. He reread her name tag and said, “Cassie. I know the library’s policy for Internet time is only fifteen minutes, but I’m onto something really important here.” He absently tugged at his goatee in emphasis. “I wouldn’t even be here, Cassie, if my laptop wasn’t broken. All I’m asking is for just another fifteen minutes—probably not even that long.” He hated the unnatural creepiness of using a complete stranger’s name, but he needed to get back on that computer and learn what his uncle had discovered.
Reluctantly, she looked up and offered him a weak smile, tucking an invisible hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry, Jack. I’ve reset you two times. Miss Trevor is already livid with me. Even if she allowed me to give you another turn, the system is defaulted to allow a total of forty-five minutes per user ID. Tops. I can’t change it,” she said, looking away and shrugging her shoulders. “I’m really sorry, but there’s nothing more I can do.”