Part 1 of [?] of the fifth adventure

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And the people danced and played for an entire generation.

Then Metatron came and took Deborah back to the Fulness.

Feat 5: Jerubbaal “Gideon” Elohim

And the Midianites who had remained in the wild lands got news of all the playing and dancing that was happening nearby, so they came to visit their wayfaring friends in India. Recall that the nation of Midian merged with the Volcano’s workforce when Moses married Zipporah, the daughter of their high priest, and this bond was redoubled when their Empress Lilith took as her thirteenth concubine Yeshua the Zealot.

So Midian joined the dance for seven years. And they played with the people of the Volcano in dens which they carved in the mountains, and caves and strong holds. There, some would feign death, and then women would come to the tomb and pretend to mourn, whereupon the supposed martyr would resurrect, and they would couple. In this fashion, many more Seeds of Promise were conceived.

The Amalekites also came to visit, as well as other nations. The festivities were ongoing, and they grilled sheep and oxen.

But then a terrible event occurred, which interrupted this feast. A gang of bandits appeared on the horizon. And it was as clear as if an intertitle had been edited onto the screen: These bandits intended to ambush the caravan, so as to steal everything desirable – wine and women and camels and asses. – The situation was not dissimilar from what the small farming village faced in that film The Seven Samurai (1954).

Now these bandits were like wolves, as they traveled in packs; and everywhere they went in the land, they left a wake of disarray behind them. So the wayfarers and the Midianites and other nations that were present, mixing and mingling, cried as one to the Volcano, saying:

“Lo, we all were dancing and playing peacefully, but then these bandits appeared out of the blue, and they were like grasshoppers for multitude; now everywhere they go in the land, they leave a trail of discomposure. Please, therefore, use your powers to help us.”

Then the wild man with the goat eyes, whose body was brown like rusty iron, and whose hair hung over his face down past his feet, entered into his vortex and answered the multitudes, saying: “I, Yahweh, the volcano of potential, have heard your prayer. Remember that I brought you all up out of each age’s Empire, and saved you from a hard life of bondage. I did this for each new country, at some point in its past: you share this history with every nation on the planet. Now you have been enjoying a time of peace within this land; it has lasted more than forty years. And I remind you: I am the Volcano; thus, you should fear nothing.”

So the people concluded that it was only to break the monotony that Yahweh allowed these bandits to appear out of nowhere: for, otherwise, there might be dancing and playing forever, yet no adventure, no story to tell. And others among the wayfarers reminded themselves that they too were once like these bandits, back in the days of El Cortez, in Reno; therefore, they reasoned, the Volcano perhaps is bringing up another gang of wanderers out of a state of national nonage.

But when the goat-eyed wild man overheard the multitudes discussing these theories, he lifted his voice and interjected, saying as follows.

“Amen, amen: My ways are not as your ways; neither are my thoughts as your thoughts. Lo, I have a plan: allow me a moment to set it in motion.”

Then the Volcano walked away from the crowd and came to rest under an oak tree in Nara, Japan, the “city of deer” (so named because those creatures have overrun the place), whose archon was Diana, the doe-eyed huntress and perpetual moon-virgin. And her son Jerubbaal, one of the elohims, was posted there threshing wheat by the winepress, when the Volcano approached. And he sat down next to Jerubbaal and said:

“I understand you are a mighty man of valor. Is that true?”

And Jerubbaal said unto the Volcano: “Dear Sir, if the volcano of potential allows me to be mighty and valorous, then that is the case; but this is his world. I am here only briefly, on lease for a task – this people I’m stationed with were saved from the Empire when the Volcano led its entire workforce away, according to folklore. I hope this is true, especially the part about his omnipotence; but I’m a little skeptical, seeing as these bandits have recently appeared – why would the controller of spacetime permit such an affront? But I’ll take my orders and fulfill them, as my mother raised me to do. She is a famous huntress and the archon of this city.” And a deer came up while Jerubbaal was talking, and it took some of the wheat from his hand, and it bit his hand when it did this.

Now the goat-eyed wild man looked upon Jerubbaal, and said: “Go: save the people from the bandits that you speak of. I am the Volcano: have I not called you?”

Then Jerubbaal, tending to his hurt hand, looked up sharply and exclaimed: “O, Sir! I did not recognize this physique. Your hair has grown long. Yes, here am I: ready to act. But I have just one question – what should I do about my mother’s honor, when we win? I mean: the Midianites and these wayfarers are a people who love to play and dance, whereas my mother is a staunch moon-virgin. Will that be a problem?”

And the Volcano answered: “Surely I am capable of reconciling irreconcilables. Possibility is my specialty. I like these Midianites; I’ll find a way.”

So Jerubbaal stood up and said: “Alright, then that’s that. But remain seated while I go run and fetch victuals – this is a special occasion, and we should celebrate properly.”

And the wild man nodded: “I will tarry till you return.”

Then Jerubbaal went and grabbed a fawn off the street, and he also fetched a jug of wine: the venison he prepared and placed in a basket, and he brought some stemmed glasses as well. Carrying all these things back, he presented them to his comrade, who was still sitting under the oak.

And the Volcano said unto him: “Take the flesh and lay it upon this rock, and pour the wine out over it.” And Jerubbaal did so.

Then Yahweh drew his glittering sword, and touched the venison; and there rose up electric thunderbolts out of the rock, and consumed the flesh, and the wine dried up in a trice. Yet, behold, the stemmed glassware that they held in their hands was now filled. So the Volcano made a toast, and they drank their wine. However, before Jerubbaal could thank him, the man had departed out of his sight.

And when Jerubbaal felt the effect of the drink, his eyes grew wide, and he said: “So that was truly the volcano of potential! His face I have seen, and we have now spoken mouth to mouth.”

Then a vortex appeared in the air some distance ahead, and a voice was heard saying: “Peace be unto thee; never fear: thou shalt not die.”

So Jerubbaal installed a plaque there, on the rock where they had consubstantiated the venison, and it said:

THE GRILL OF PEACE. 
FLESH ROASTED HERE GRANTS IMMORTALITY. 
FOR YAHWEH IS BAAL, AND ALL IS WELL.

And unto this day, that grill remains in Nara, Japan, the city of deer; whose citizens still prepare venison upon it, and those who eat thereof cannot expire.