by Ilil Arbel
The word Golem appears in the Bible, in Psalm 139:16 describing the unfinished body of Adam as God was creating him from earth. Golems appeared in the Talmud as well, and later in several forms of literature, drama, opera, and theater. Many of us know the more recent images of Frankenstein, science fiction robots, and even comic books.
A little later we will discuss the relationship of the Anunnaki and the Anunnaki-Ulema to Golems, but first, I would like to relate an important tradition; it is the story of Rabbi Loeb and the Golem of Prague.
Of all the Golem legends, none is as famous as the story cycle of the Golem of Prague. There had been books, plays, and even films depicting it, and often they included the creator of the Golem of Prague, Rabbi Loeb.
Prague was home to many Jewish scholars and mystics; Rabbi Loeb was probably the most famous. He lived a long life, 1513-1609, and defended his people valiantly against their enemies. His followers loved him so much they called him "The Exalted One."
Even to a holy man, or a great mystic, creating life is forbidden. It can only be justified if many lives would be saved by doing so, and not always even then. But Rabbi Loeb was instructed to try the horrifying task. He created his Golem with divine help, using Kabbalistic formulas communicated to him in dreams. Acquiring this God-given knowledge was neither simple nor easy. The formulas were given, but deciphering them had to be done by the person himself. Worse, he had to use the Shem Hameforash -- the actual name of God, which was known only to a few holy men in each generation and was very dangerous to pronounce. The power it unleashed could turn against the man who uttered it.
This myth is unusual in that it is supposed to have happened in a particular year -- 1580. There was a new danger brewing in Prague; a notorious priest, Taddeush, planned to accuse the Jews of a new "ritual murder." Rabbi Loeb heard about it, and to avert the horrible danger, directed a dream question to heaven to help him save his people. He received his answer in a sequence that is alphabetical in Hebrew:
Ata Bra Golem Devuk Hakhomer VeTigzar Zedim Chevel Torfe Yisroel
The simple meaning was: Make a Golem of clay, and you will destroy the entire Jew-baiting company. But this was only part of the message. The inner meaning had to be understood to be effective. Rabbi Loeb extracted the real message by using Zirufim, special Kabbalistic formulas. And when he was done, he knew he could accomplish the creation of a Golem.
He called two people to assist him. His son-in-law, a Kohen (a Jew descended from the ancient order of priests) and his pupil, a Levite (a Jew descended from the servants of the Temple). He explained that they needed four elements -- fire, water, air and earth. The two assistants represented the fire and water, Rabbi Loeb, air, and the Golem, earth. He explained how they had to purify themselves because unless they were completely ready, the Shem Hameforash would destroy them.
After a day of purification, they read various chapters from a particularly holy book, Sefer Yezira (The Book of Creation) and then went to the River Moldau. By torchlight, they sculpted a giant body out of river clay. The Golem lay before them, facing the heaven. They placed themselves at his feet, looking at the calm face.
The Kohen walked seven times around the body, from right to left, reciting special Zirufim. The clay turned bright red, like fire. Then the Levite walked another seven times around the body, from left to right, reciting some more Zirufim. The fire-like redness disappeared, and water flowed through the body. He grew hair and nails. Then Rabbi Loeb walked once around the body, and placed a piece of parchment in his mouth, on which the rabbi wrote the Shem Hameforash. He bowed to the East, West, South and North, and all three of them recited together: "And He breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living soul." The Golem opened his eyes and looked at his creator. They dressed him and took him to the synagogue, where he could get ready to start his mission.
Eventually, when the Golem was no longer necessary (and some claim he went mad and became a danger to everyone), Rabbi Loeb decided to return him to the void from which he came. He did that by recalling the Shem Hameforash, and with it the life principle, and thus restored the Golem into lifeless clay. The clay figure had to be hidden in the attic of the synagogue, and no one was permitted to enter it again until many years later. Some writers during the nineteenth century claimed that the outlines of a giant body could still be seen there.
I have no proof to offer for the creation of golems, but an enormous amount of anecdotal evidence exists, enough to cause serious interest in the question. Several specific groups of people claim to be able to do so, among them the Kabbalists, some alchemists, and the Anunnaki Ulema. When the Masters in such a group reach high levels of enlightenment, they have several ways to create golems. In all occasions, the creatures function much like human beings but have three profound fundamental differences. They don’t have a soul, they don’t have a physical heart that works as a blood pump, and they don’t have a wired brain. Their essence comes from another dimension, to which they return after their task is done. They are created for that task, and that is their only purpose. The creator tells them what to do, and they do it right away.
The Anunnaki have a slightly different style for creating life. When they created the first human beings, they were similar to the Kabbalistic golem, a creature made of clay and infused with life by its creator. You might call the Biblical Eve the first female golem, but the truth is that they did not create just one “Eve,” but seven different ones, and also produced seven different “Adams.” The Anunnaki started watching these golems to learn how they walked, behaved, and reacted to various situations. Then they began to help them develop certain physical and mental faculties. Some of these faculties we still have, some were lost. One of the most important traits they gave these golems was speech.
The Anunnaki developed a language that would suit the golems and called it Ana’kh. It was not the official Anunnaki language, as spoken on Nibiru. It was a dialect, or a limited version of the Anunnaki language, based on limited phraseology and vocabulary, and without any grammar to speak of. But the sounds were well captured by those ancient golems/humans, who lived in the area that was later to be Phoenicia.
When the Anunnaki created the golems/humans, they put the faculty of memory in their Conduits. It was supposed to be programmed in such a way as to last for a few years, until the task that was assigned to the golem/human was accomplished. At the expiration of the allotted time, the memory was supposed to end. But for some reason it did not, the golems/humans retained much of it, and some of them remembered the words they have learned from their masters and creators. We know that they put it in writing, but unfortunately, most of these priceless records disappeared. All we have left is the information that the Anunnaki moved from Phoenicia to Central Africa, Iraq, Egypt, and Ethiopia, stayed there for a while, and then returned to their home planet, Nibiru.
They came back to Earth much later, in 10,000 BCE. The records show that they landed in Baalbeck, and spread to Tyre, Sidon, Byblos, and Arwad. A huge gap exists between the time they left Earth and their return, so we don’t fully know what the golems/humans did during this gap, but the Anunnaki found them considerably changed. These people, who possessed Anunnaki DNA, evolved into modern humans, and many were living in the areas where the Anunnaki landed for the second time. They were surprised to find that the language that they have taught the golem/humans was still in use by the humans, but very much developed.
Rabbi Mordechai’s story
Note to the readers: this is taken from the book: On the Road to Ultimate Knowledge. I am including it in this book since it shows a fascinating example of what happens during certain Golem creations.
“I had no idea that you knew about my meeting with the Afrit,” I said. “How did you know I was thinking about them, anyway? Do you read my mind?”
“No, no. I don’t read your mind, but what you thought was very clear and showed on your face. The Master told me all about your education, remember? And I
know that the first meeting with the Afrit would make a strong impression on anyone. Anyway, my individuals were much better than the Afrit you met. All Afrit are basically stupid, but mine, at least, listened and obeyed.”
“Are they spirits, are they humans, part human? What are they?” I asked.
“Mine are called Ghooliim.”
“This strange name sounds somewhat familiar,” I said, “but I can’t quite place it.”
“Yes, you are right, and this is a very good observation! I am pleased to see that you can make good connections in your mind. Indeed, the Ghooliim are part animal, part human, part Golem, part Ghoul. A hybrid race. They are made of clay, or earth materials, much like you and me, but they have certain physical differences from both humans and animals. For example, they are born full adult. They are sensitive to light, by the way, so they work only by night, but they are nevertheless great engineers.”
“Where do you find them?” I asked.
“I make them,” said Rabbi Mordechai.
“You make them? Really? So they are like machines? Robots?”
“They look exactly like you and me, they have eyes, hands, feet, etc. They are not at all like machines or robots. You will not think them anything but human if you saw them.”
I leaned forward in my chair, shaken by what I was beginning to understand. Can he do the impossible, can he be playing God? “So you actually create living, breathing, thinking creatures? The Afrit I met where merely conjured spirits, but you are talking about something else, I think. A different level of beings.”
“When the Ulema, and some Kabbalists, reach the holy level of Kadash Daraja, they can create life. Real life. The creatures would function much like human beings, but they have three deep fundamental differences. They don’t have a soul, they don’t have a physical heart that functions like a blood pump, and they don’t have a wired brain. Also, their essence comes from another dimension, to which they return after their task is done. They are created for that task, and that is their only purpose. The creator tells them what to do, and they do it right away. In my case, I have created these four Ghooliim to build the houses, and they did it very nicely, overnight.”
“Can you tell me how you create them?”
“I create each of the Ghooliim separately. For each, I bring with me seven pieces of papers on which I write certain codes, and I have to have my cane with me. Then I take soil, earth, or clay, and pour water on it to make it pliable. Once it’s the right consistency, I mold it into a ball. I turn off most of the lights, leaving a very low illumination, maybe one candle or a small lamp, and pull back about four to five feet. I then read a certain text that would encourage the ball to take the next step, which is to shape itself into an oblong of about four feet, and be ready to follow my special design. At that point I take my cane, walk to the other side of the oblong, dip the cane into the oblong, and stretch it. I command the oblong to duplicate a human form, and it becomes a statue, lifeless, but similar in every way to the human form. I take the seven pieces of paper, and put two in the eyes, two in the ears, one in the mouth, and one on the breast, over the heart. I roll the seventh piece as if it were a homemade cigarette, go to the other side of the statue, and throw the rolled paper at it. It always lands either in the nose or between the feet, and either position is correct. The statue starts to move and attempts to stand up. At this time I turn around and leave the room for a few minutes, so as not to look at the statue as it comes to life. Seeing the actual transformation is forbidden by the Code of the Ulema, as stated in the Book of Rama Dosh. I stand behind the door of the room, and wait until I hear the creature make a sound, which tells me that the procedure is complete. I go back into the room, welcome the creature, give it clothes to wear, and pull out all the papers, to keep safely until such time as they are needed to disassemble the creature and send its essence back to its original dimension.”
“And you do that after the task is done.”
“Right, since the Ghooliim are created to perform a single task. When the task is accomplished, I ask the Ghooliim to lie on the floor, next to each other, return the pieces of paper with the codes to the correct places, and pour water over the bodies of the Ghooliim. The bodies disappear, leaving earth on the floor, and the essence goes back to where it came from.”
“Do they always go away peacefully?” I asked.
“No, sometimes they develop a personality, if the task is a bit longer, and they have the delusion of being human and want to stay in our dimension. Of course it would be cruel and inhuman to let them stay, not to mention dangerous, but they do become tricky. So the Ulema or Kabbalist must be even trickier, and hypnotize the creature into deep sleep. We then put the papers where they belong and set the paper on fire, and the body start smouldering. At that time, we pour the water over the Ghooliim and they disappear.”
“Fascinating,” I said. “I would love to witness the procedure, though I admit some of it would be terrifying. Thinking of the creature stumbling to its feet, trying to get up, in a dark room… still, I wish I could witness that.”
Epilogue: What Does It Mean To Be A God?
Shortly before Cimric entered the Absorption, he summoned Janna Bedub. Cimric wanted Bedub to capture these last moments and final semi-mortal thoughts about what it means to be a God. Bedub was not allowed to take any notes; Cimric believed that if it were not remembered, it wasn’t important.
From the Eleventh Book and last Book of Shlem, the humble Bedub chronicles his first and last personal meeting with Cimric, whose life and teachings, triumphs and defeats, had become his.
There had been rumors that Cimric was planning on leaving. He was nearly 400 years old and did not believing in any cellular regenerations; only a God could have lived so long in such a fragile shell. I had just accepted a teaching position on Nibiru as part of a cross-racial harmony forum; these happened every so often as both races went through the motions of acting as if they cared about the other.
As I reached the space station outside Nibiru, I was whisked into the First Commander’s private quarters and told there was a message summoning me home to the Palace. I could only assume someone in my family had been executed for some treason. This was the era of Clava Kod, the mad Chancellor; Cimric had long ceded mortal matters to mortals.
Instead, the First Commander whispered that I would be picked up, coding for a summons above legal channels. That could only mean one thing.
Several years ago, I had spent a season with the Chronicler at the Cimracian Retreat in the Bulger Mountains outside the capital and we became friends. When a small Jessupian horse-drawn cart met me outside the Palace this day, I assumed there was some recent discoveries, perhaps a lost set of documents which the Chronicler had found; I was always updating my books as new information became available.
The driver was silent the entire two hour journey into the mountains. Even nature grew still, as if flowers weren’t permitted to breathe around a mere mortal. I was taken through the Zala La where I met the Chronicler. He was in quite a state and could only mumble “hurry hurry,” like I were suddenly greatly responsible for something I didn’t know about.
We walked the entire length of the cathedral to the rear door. Flanked by wide bay windows, we looked down at the breathtaking view of white-streaked mountains. There was a murmuring by the door, in several tongues at once. The Chronicler retreated quickly out of the room. Alone, I peered out the window again and Cimric floated by with a somber smile.
I stumbled back in shock. In 120 years of chronicling his essence, this was the first time I’d seen him in person. I bowed humbly. The door opened. When I glanced up, Cimric beckoned me outside. There was a dead drop of some 50 kilometers.
Do you not trust me? Cimric asked.
After a very deep breath, I stepped onto what felt like a bed of clouds. Cimric smiled as I sought some footing.
Of course. I stood still and studied the broad figure with this short forehead and wide nose, back uprig
ht, grey eyes firm, resolute, yet the hovering shape gave a sense of impending dissipation. As if he were about to become one of these clouds.
“You are one of my oldest friends, Janna Bedub, he began. We’ve never met. I don’t always agree with what you write, but I assume you don’t always agree with what I do.”
“Never, my –“
Cimric stared sternly.
“Sometimes, yes, we disagree.”
“Good. I would hate to think that the very last time I’m in this body my friend wasn’t honest. I’m going into the Absorption.”
“Must you so soon?”
Cimric laughed so loudly that the clouds above raced away. “Four hundred and five years is enough. And yet not. But it will always be that way. You can understand, can’t you?”
“I am not –“
“God? Haven’t I taught that you all must be God before you can meet God?” I waited, unsure if he were angry or sad. Cimric stared through me. “There is always some pain, some sorrow, someone I cannot reach. To be a God is to be a Father to billions. Do I wallow in the sadness of those who I fail or embrace the joys of those I helped? Both, my old friend. Both. The complexities and contradictions always reign, always vie for our affections. We must use them as fuel. All of you are my energy. Long ago, I abandoned the original Cimric, the God, into you. If my followers would suddenly vanish, so would I.”
Cimric paused, struggling. He seemed embarrassed by his awkwardness.
“I’ve had a long time to explain what it’s like to be a God and yet, I don’t think I truly can. That’s why I’m leaving. I can find new skin, but I can’t continue if I’ve lost faith.”
“You’ve lost faith in yourself?” I blurted out, astonished at my courage and his words.
