The Messenger | The Divine Code!
“King Arthur,” I thought as the jeep continued along the desert road.
A group of Bedouins and their camels appeared and then disappeared among the sand dunes.
I wondered what their hopes and dreams were, and were they following them among the great sands that enveloped them.
“Defender of the Realm!” I blurted out while Deborah looked and laughed at me.
Yossi, our driver turned around. “Never mind. He is just in his own little world ”. She said. “Ah, more David and your King Arther.” He said.
Excerpt from The Leper Messiah:
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Nitzevet knelt over the pot and breathed in the hissing steam that rose in the courtyard of her small Bethlehem house. She pulled David close and he also took in the steam. “Oh, the blood of Noah, and sister Rose, show me, show me the way.”
She fell to the ground, her arms stretched high. “Rose, tell me the divine code…..show me the way.”
David knelt, holding his mothers’ hand in the moonlight.
Nitzevet rose up and fell back to the earthen floor, and out of the pot came a long trail of steam that hovered over the two, protecting them and guiding them.
At mornings light, the cock crowed, and when Nitzevet, raised her head she saw scrawled on the courtyard’s wall “Outcast, Traitor, Divine”
I felt that the phrase “Defender of the realm” deeply and had a hero mentality that was buried in what I wrote.
To protect the hopes and dreams of the ones you loved was extremely important to me. My adoptive father had been verbally abusive to my mother and little sister and I was in the middle, protecting the best a 13-year-old boy could.
But no Merlin appeared to save them, and I had no magic.
David, however, recused his people! And he had charm, which rabbinical scholars said is a gift from above.
Was it magic?
Many times I tried to tie David to the mystical realm, but nothing appeared in my searches. I spent days researching keywords and phrases, and disappeared in dusty bookshelves but came up empty-handed.
Then it came to me. David was the magic and didn’t need to attach himself to a cult or mystical visionary. He was that for his people. He was the loadstar, the magic that turned brackish desert water into wine.
But how did he come by this touch, this ability?
Robert