The Great King Solomon.
Solomon’s Song is very choice reading and would be eminently appropriate
to the foulest book on earth, the circulation of which would be a
criminal offense under the law. The Christian compilers of the Bible
have asserted in the headings of the Song that it represents the love of
Christ and the Church. They were not only wilful liars, but foully
besmirched their own church, for that was about 1200 years before their
church existed. The whole context shows that it has nothing to do with
the Christian Church, but is evidently the hymn book of the church of
Ashtoreth, of which Solomon was a deacon. Any institution that foists
upon the world such vile obscenity as the inspired word of God, is the
Temple of the Devil, the antechamber of Hell, an annex of the Witches’
Sabbath. It should utterly perish from the face of the earth. In fact,
the die is already cast, the handwriting is on the wall, the hand of
death is on it now.
Solomon was Grand Master of the secret societies. Those things that were
esoteric or secret or occult in magic and religion, claimed by the
priests to be too sacred for the people, were either criminal or too
vile to utter. That was the only reason for keeping them secret.
Solomon had cheated his brother Adonijah out of the throne to which the
latter was entitled by birth, and Adonijah thought that he should at
least be allowed to have Abishag, the sixteen-year-old beauty that they
had put in bed with the dying King David to save his life. And he
induced Bathsheba, the mother of Solomon, to make the request of the
king. When Solomon had heard the petition of Bathsheba he said: “And why
dost thou ask Abishag for Adonijah, ask for him the kingdom also.”
Abishag is the only jewel in the Jewish crown, the most priceless legacy
that King David left. A perfect beauty is more to be desired than the
riches of a kingdom. I will not give her up. All the good things in
Israel are reserved for the king. Then Solomon swore by the Lord saying:
“God do so to me and more also if Adonijah hath not spoken this word
against his own life. Now therefore as the Lord liveth Adonijah shall be
put to death this day.” What ho! guards, summon Benaiah, Commander of
the Knights of the Mystic Shrine of Asherah.
When Benaiah appeared, he bowed low before the throne, and, raising his
right hand, made the occult sign of the Witches’ Sabbath. Then Solomon
said: “Rise, O beloved of the king, favorite of the gods of the groves
and the gardens. The king hath weighty matters to communicate to thee.
It is reported that Adonijah, our brother, hath taken refuge at the
shrine of that second-rate God Jehovah and doth cling to the horns of
the altar. And behold all of Adonijah’s followers are devotees of
Jehovah, while all of our partisans and all of you whom the king hath
deigned to grace with official rank are devotees of Baal and Asherah.
Now the king commandeth that you seek out all of those Jehovah
worshippers who have stood by Adonijah and eliminate them from the
problem of life. Go in and out among them and slay each one your father
and your mother, your sister and your brother, if so be that they be
among the rebels. Relieve them of life’s burdens. Do not be harsh with
them, show them our royal mercy, shove them gently through the gates of
Hell, cutting them with saws and with harrows of iron and with axes,
emulating the clemency of our royal father, the bandit chief. As for
Adonijah, fall upon him and slay him as he clings to the horns of the
altar. It is true that the altar of a god is sacred ground and a refuge
as a general proposition, but general propositions do not apply to the
king, the king is above the law. What do I care for these imaginary
gods, they are all right to scare children with, but they cut no ice
with your Solomon.”
Solomon sat in all his glory upon the great throne of ivory and gold,
flanked by the twelve brazen lions of the zodiac, and the Knights of the
Mystic Shrine of Asherah in dazzling regalia guarded the beloved of the
Lord. Around the throne, with naked swords and the three hundred golden
shields, stood the Princes of the Tribes of Israel, as the rays of the
setting sun, reflected from the jeweled walls of cedar and gold, bathed
in dazzling light the royal panoplies of blue and purple and crimson.
And King Solomon’s sacred, hermaphrodite Billygoat, in trappings of
purple and gold, wearing ribbons on his horns and ribbons on his tail,
stood beside the golden throne with his revered back to the audience in
accordance with the law in such case made and provided. And he informed
the King in no uncertain words that he did not propose to be the goat
any longer, that the Knights of the Mystic Shrine of Asherah, that had
been assigned as priests to serve him, one of the highest gods, drank up
all the wine sacrificed to him, and thus prevented him from getting as
full as a goat, as required by the tenets of his religion. And further,
they did not give him exercise enough, they called him Baphomet and
Devil and other hard names and took him up out of the pit for a walk
around the town only once a month, at dead of night, in the dark of the
moon, when Hell yawns, and the graves give up their dead. Upon the
conclusion of this divine oration, the whole audience crawled on their
hands and knees up the steps of the golden throne and devoutly kissed
the back of Baphomet, as we kiss the male and female emblems on the Pax.
This pious ceremony being completed, the Great King, raising the royal
sceptre, summoned to his exalted presence the Commander of the Knights
of the Mystic Shrine of Asherah and said: “While you, Benaiah, my
faithful servant, go and kill Adonijah, my well beloved brother, I will
hie me to my devotions, for I can see that at the mystic shrine on
yonder hilltop, the luscious Asherah is yearning for me. My adored, my
most beautiful, my ravishing one stands in the open door of the pagoda,
the beautiful gate ajar, stands there in all her pristine loveliness, a
beauty unadorned, young and plump and enchanting. See that innocent
radiant face beaming with loving kindness, perfect in every feature, see
that form divine, of which the gods in Heaven do envy me. She is my
favorite nun, the incarnation of the Divine Asherah, and she is calling
me to prayer. See her beckoning me over with that sweet hand, that angel
hand that holds me, the King of the Earth and Sea, a willing slave in
its gentle grasp. She says the door is open wide, and all who will may
enter in, and no one is denied.”
Then while Benaiah slew Adonijah as he clung to the horns of the altar,
Solomon and his court in gorgeous array, decked in purple and fine linen
and blazing with jewels rare and gold to burn, marched in one grand
pageant from the house of cedar and gold, out through the Golden Gate,
to the high place of Asherah. When they reached the oval, foliated door
between the two great pillars of Baal, beneath the blazing, golden dome
of Asher, supported by the circle of monoliths or twelve zodiacal
redeemers, they bowed low before the open portal and crossed themselves,
and by thus drawing upon their bodies the male symbol, they became
themselves male emblems and worthy to enter in, and a worthy offering to
a female divinity.
The dazzling beauty who stood in the door of the pagoda then ran and
threw herself into the arms of the king. He folded her pink and white
form to his royal breast and impressed upon her ruby lips a long and
loving caress, saying: “My divine one, my goddess, my life, my all, God
is love, I know, I feel. Thou art the only angel e’er worshipped by
Solomon the Magnificent. Thy lips are like the roses, like the
sweet-scented, dew-bediamond roses in the royal gardens of Judea. Thine
eyes are fathomless wells of priceless love, at which I drink till my
soul is drunk and reels in its maddened delirium. Thy flesh is like the
lilies of the valley, pure and white, meet vessel for a soul so true,
white as the lilies of Asherah, white as the column of Baal, indeed so
tempting and plump and luscious, that in thy divine and radiant neck I
fain would bite the name of the King of the Earth and the Sea.
“Solomon offered one thousand burnt offerings in the great high place of
Gibeon,” a brothel, where they worshipped the pillar and the grove.—1
Kings: 3-4. “And they set them up pillars and Asherim upon every high
hill and under every green tree.”—2 Kings, 17-10. “Solomon loved the
Lord, and the Lord loved Solomon.” They formed a mutual admiration
society, and in Gibeon the Lord said to Solomon: “Ask what I shall give
thee.” And “Solomon built a high place before Jerusalem at the Mount of
Corruption (Mount of Olives) dedicated to Ashtoreth,” now replaced by
the Church of the Ascension, erected over the footprint made by Christ
in the rock when he jumped from the earth to Alcyone. The Bible says
that Ashtoreth was the abomination of the Sidonians, but it happens that
Asher, one of the aliases of the Hebrew god, was the husband of
Ashtoreth.
The secret and mysterious name of the supreme God of the Hebrews, the
Ancient of Ancients, was Eh Ei Eh, pronounced in three breaths, with
hand to ear and the name at low breath. This is the name that was
engraved on the great seal of Solomon, wherewith he conjured up demons
from the abyss, for he was a potent wizard. By virtue of this great name
and by rubbing the seal, Solomon became Lord of the Demons, and
Beelzebub, at the mighty summons, would bob up serenely and obey the
behests of the king. Solomon soared into the celestial altitudes and
mastered the Divine secrets and learned the omnipotent words which
constitute all the power of God over the demons. He penetrated into the
remotest haunts of the spirits, whom he bound and forced them to obey
him by the power of his clavicle (Key). He tells in the Key of Solomon
the true composition of, with directions for making the dreadful
blasting rod which causes the spirits to tremble, and which was used by
God in driving Adam and Eve out of the Garden, and which he also used in
casting the devils out of Heaven.—Book of Black Magic, 83.
Ashmedai, King of the Demons, and a great mason, collaborated with
Solomon, Hiram of Tyre and Hiram Abiff in building the Temple. He was
the one who fashioned the stones without the sound of hammer by means of
an insect he had, called the Shameer, the same that Moses used in
cutting the precious stones of the Ephod. The spirits evoked by Solomon
said that Ashmedai had the Shameer, and they gave him the location of
Ashmedai’s water-hole in the mountains, where he went to drink. Benaiah
then went out and filled the water-hole with liquor and laid in wait
near by. The demon came and drank the liquor, and when he was drunk,
Benaiah bound him with a ring and a chain, on which was the name of God,
so that he could not break it. Thus Solomon captured the demon and
compelled him to call up Shameer, the insect stone-cutter, and prepare
all the stones of the Temple.—Talmud Gittin, fol. 68, col. 1.
This jolly quartette of pagan and infernal pals, assisted by the masonic
bug, in laying the foundation of the Temple, seized upon a hewer of wood
and cut his throat and caught the blood in a vessel. After sprinkling
the corner stone with the blood, they placed the vessel of human gore
inside the stone and buried the body of the human sacrifice beneath it,
that his spirit might guard the Temple and preserve it as long as grass
grows and water runs. Then they danced around the stone the Dance of
Death, or the dance of the Maccabees.
King Solomon’s Signal of Distress.
One day King Solomon, being bored about to death, and finding that all
was vanity and vexation of spirit, wrote to his friend Manus, high
priest of Baal, something as follows:
Jerusalem, 20th Nisan. A. M. 3000.
To His Eminence the High Priest of Baal, beloved of the Lord and the
Devil, Grand High Potentate of the Knights of Kadish, Beloved
Minister of the Holy of Holies, the sacred Grove of Asherah.
Behold the Great King Solomon, Lord of the Earth and the Sea, Patron
of God Almighty, Imperial Potentate of the Imperial Divan of
Ashtoreth, Grand High Mucky-Muck and Past Grand Master of the Phallic
Cult.
Sends Greeting. And doth herein represent that he hasn’t a thing in
the way of nice girls, only but just a thousand old hens that were
passé in three days after their respective inauspicious arrivals, and
the heart of the Great King doth yearn for a vision of youth and
beauty from the corn fields of Bethlehem. If thou wouldst save the
King’s life, get a move on and corral a fair virgin, with golden hair
and eyes of blue, for verily a brunette doth make the King tired. The
King recommendeth thee to bring the fair one to the back door of the
palace, at the entering-in of the woodshed, for behold the thousand
old hens have two thousand eyes, and each eye is jealous of your
unhappy Solomon. Verily, they are determined that we shall not have a
thing that is fresh and fair to look upon. They are a lot of old cats,
and we pray thee to promulgate a feast to Moloch and Baal, and
announce to the multitude that seven hundred back-number princesses
and three hundred fat old concubines have been devoted, and will be
passed through the fire to Moloch and Baal, and will be basted and
roasted to a turn and served to the people with the gravy oozing out.
May the blessings of the Great Gods Ashtoreth, Chemoth and Baal be
with thee and thine.
Yours fraternally, SOLOMON.
One night King Solomon, together with his two old cronies, Hiram of Tyre
and Hiram Abiff, went a-hunting in Jerusalem, which at that period was a
noted sporting resort, abounding in all kinds of game. At length they
caught a coon near the North Gate, at the high place of Asher, where
were worshipped the images of the male, and took her to the king’s
palace. She says (Sol. Song, 1-4): “The King hath brought me into his
chambers.” Having reached the King’s apartments, Solomon said to Hiram
of Tyre: “Wouldst thy Majesty kindly rush the duck? Thou wilt find the
can behind the throne. And thou Abiff, wilt thou be so good as to go out
in the woodshed and play tag with thyself for a season and half a
season, while I pass the salve to this colored lady?”
Having got rid of the crowd, Solomon says: “Behold thou art fair my
love, thou hast dove’s eyes. Thy nose is like unto the Tower of Lebanon
that looketh toward Damascus, and the beautiful hump in the centre
thereof is like unto that of a camel, that wabbleth ever this way and
that.” And the buxom nigger wench, pouting her ruby, liver lips,
replies: “Kiss me with the kisses of thy mouth, for thy love is better
than wine. Because of the savor of thy good ointments, which counteract
the Jewish odor diligently collected since thy last annual bath,
therefore do the virgins love thee. I am black, but comely. I am not a
nigger, but only tanned. They made me the keeper of vineyards, (deleted
by the censor). Place thy left hand beneath my head, and thy right hand
shall embrace me, (deleted by the censor). My beloved is mine, and I am
his, a bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me.”
During the tête-à-tête, the captivating beauty was absent-mindedly
picking the Tower of Lebanon, when Solomon said: “Knowest thou not that
our laws prohibit the touching of the unwashed fingers to the nose,
mouth or eyes. The Talmud says: ‘The evil spirit Bath Chorin rests upon
the hands at night and will not depart until water is poured upon him
three times over.’ That fairy tale is for the ignorant rabble. You and I
have the gnosis. Some of the prophets say that the worship of Asherah,
in which we indulge, is reprehensible, but who fashioned the first Grove
among us? Ask them that.” In Jasher, 27-27, it is said that Abraham
formed at Beersheba a Grove, and that he practiced all kinds of
abominations. He gave to his seventeen children by Katurah charms by
which they could exorcise spirits and perform all sorts of miracles in
the black art.
When King Hiram returned with the booze, anticipating a jolly orgy with
the wise one, he pounded loudly on the door of the King’s chamber.
Solomon, being busy, petulantly said: “Get thee hence Hiram, or I will
have the cop run thee in.” Then King Hiram was exceeding wroth, and
threatened to make war on Solomon and come up to Jerusalem with one
hundred thousand warriors and take the fair colored charmer away from
the seductive Jewish King. Then Solomon replied: “Chase thyself back,
Hiram, to besotted Tyre and make love to that great pillar, which, with
much pomp and ceremony, thou hast recently erected there, and which thou
dost salute with the holy kiss every morning at sunrise.”