(Cont.)
Now when Balak heard that Balaam was on his way, he ran out to meet him at an open place in the woodland near the border of the Distant Shores, which is in the utmost coast.
And Balak said to Balaam: “Finally, you have arrived! Did I not tell you that our case is urgent? Why did you stall? I asked you before, and you refused to come! What’s the deal? Are you afraid that I won’t be able to pay your price? Behold, I’m the King here, I have plenty of honors to offer.”
And Balaam answered Balak: “It is not as you think. Look, I am here; but I have no options. I wish I could help, but I am powerless. Here’s the crux: I made a promise to my brother Yahweh that I would not interfere in his endeavor – for, you see, he’s taken a strong interest in the Empire’s workforce. So, these thugs that are threatening you happen to be his thugs; and he’s put too much effort into reforming them to let them face justice. Do you grasp the situation? My heart is with you, but my hands are tied: I can only do as Yahweh says.”
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Then Balaam accompanied Balak to the center of worship in the sticks, called the Meeting of the Courtyards, which was like their version of the Tabernacle of Potential. There, Balak grilled up some oxen and sheep, and served them to Balaam and to the pair of angels who had come with him.
After this feast, they all retired and had a good night’s rest.
Then, on the morrow, Balak took Balaam up to the Mountain of the LORD. From there, he could see the utmost part of the population. Balaam looked around and said to Balak: “I like it. Nice atmosphere. Listen, why don’t you order seven grills to be hauled up here, so that we can have a barbecue. Bring seven oxen and seven rams; and tell all the people. Perhaps my brother Yahweh will then show up – he loves picnics and celebrations. If he deigns to attend, I’ll talk with him, and see if he’s changed his mind about his stray army.”
So Balak implemented Balaam’s suggestion. And they had a cookout. On every grill, they barbecued a bullock and a ram.
Once the feast was in full swing, Balaam said to Balak: “Stay here and keep an eye on all these grills. I am going to head up to the top of the mount, just in case Yahweh happens to smell our barbecue and is willing to eat. Then, whatever he shows me, I’ll relay it to you, when I return.
So Balaam ascended to the highest point on the mountain, where he could see a fiery vortex waiting with thick black smoke billowing from it. And the wild man with the goat eyes stepped out of the aperture and said: “What’s the occasion for this banquet?”
And Balaam answered: “I had them prepare seven grilling-altars, and we barbecued upon every one of them a bullock and a ram. No special reason, although admittedly I was hoping that you might show up. You’re welcome to join us. Shall I fetch you a plate; or would you like to come down with me and meet the multitudes?”
The wild man replied: “I would normally attend, but this is an awkward interval. I know that King who has summoned you: he’s the son of the prophet I’ve been working with. But he and I are currently in the middle of a dispute. So, do this: bring me up some ram’s meat, and I’ll leave you with a dark saying that you can deliver to the people.”
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When Balaam returned from dining with the Volcano, as he walked back down the mountaintop, he saw King Balak, son of Moses and Zipporah, standing by his grill, and the pair of angels were with him, as well as other people and angels. When they noticed the prophet Balaam approaching, they all hushed and waited to see what he would say.
Then Balaam lifted his voice and delivered the dark saying from the goat-eyed wild man:
“The word of Yahweh,” Balaam began, “to the people who live in the wilderness. Balak, your Messiah, has called my associate Balaam out of the Highlands – down from the mountains of the east, he summoned him, saying: ‘Utter a malediction against our guests, and bring to ruin these visitants.’ But I, the LORD, am their possessor; for I delivered them among the multitudes, with my own strong arm, and with dazzling miracles. Now I ask you: How shall I allow a magus to curse the very thing that I wish to bless? As I stand here atop this rock, and when I look from the highest hills, I can see the troops that have made you fret: they are lurking through the cities, causing the footpaths to flow with blood. For they are alone: they lack a friend among the nations; and they have no land of their own. But my desire, saith the LORD, is that these travelers meld with the occupants of the dominions hereabout, until their number learns to surpass the number of all the stars of the heavens. Now they have taken a hard-wrong turn: They were tempted beyond their limit. Nevertheless, they remain a concern of the volcano of potential. Therefore, nothing shall be permitted to stop them.”
And when the people of the sticks heard this message, they were perplexed. “We always believed that the LORD was benevolent, and that he would act on behalf of justice.”
Then Balaam replied: “If you are aiming to martyr me because I delivered the mountain god’s words without sugarcoating them, then amen: so be it. I will take pride in such a demise. It pleases me to stay true to my compeer Yahweh; as our friend Blake says: ‘The most sublime act is to set another before you.’ Let me therefore prepare to die the death of the righteous.”
Then King Balak said unto Balaam: “Relax, my friend: no one here wants to kill you. We do not even believe in capital punishment. It is only the international legislation that prescribes such an end for war criminals, if convicted. But you are a poet: no law shall ever restrict your speech. I think that we are all simply questioning the ethics of Yahweh’s decision. It seems uncomplicated that a loose army of thugs who are out of control should be brought to justice. Is that so radical? What is wrong with that idea? Yet when I asked you to use your enchantment just to neutralize the assailants momentarily, so that we can get our bearings on this situation and learn what step to take next; in other words, when I requested that you prevent the slaughter of innocents, you framed this notion as a ‘predilection to curse’; then flipped the script and gave the brigands a blessing!”
But Balaam replied: “I’m sorry, but, as I explained to you already, I will not use my personal influence in this dilemma: I must honor the sacred promise that I made to my colleague, to speak nothing more than what Yahweh puts into my mouth.”