The Bashan Bull King (Poetic Prose)

The Bashan
Bull King

((Poetic Prose) (with notes))

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It happened right down in the Bashan Valley ((in what is now known as the Golan Heights, in Israel, once Syria) (about 1400 BC)), close in front of what is called the Wheel of the Giants, also known as, Stone Heap of the Wildcat (a kind of shrine, temple, astrological site, for the Rephaim Giant Cult of old), you could see King Og (( jababirat )(whose bed was cast in iron)), and Ohaho ((one of the two-hundred Angelic Renegades, enemies of the Most High) (who had left his first abode—before the Great Flood, to cohabitate with the loveliest of earthly women)) snarled at each other, and cursed one another like two Bashan Bulls, on the Bashan Plateau. And when Ohaho charged King Og, the Iron Giant of old, thirteen feet tall (son to Azaz’el the renegade archangel, who had hung onto Noah’s Great Ark, during those far-off trying days above those masculine waters, that obliterated mostly all that dwelled above the earth), three-forth superhuman—of immense weight (his waist four-feet wide), he swung back firmly like a wildcat when the wind hits its face, his legs held in a firm stance, apart, the heavy iron mallet in one hand, a double-edged sword in the other, both crisscrossing following his zigzagging curve in front—as he stepped forward, then he cursed Ohaho, threw the mallet at him, wounded his thigh, broke his balance, as it flopped to the ground, then King Og, swung forward from his charge his feet heavy and sturdy, the heavy sword curving in the wind, and with each swing, each forward thrust, the circling crowd of Rephaim demonic type accursed Giants, roared mercilessly as Ohaho stepped back.
When he started this devastating rush—it was all in one ongoing motion, like a bull charging, looking straight in front of Ohaho, hating with anger, and thirsty for submission. He dropped his sword, picked up his mallet and sighted with the same movement, the side of his temple, and called to the renegade, “Ohaho, Ohaho!” and Ohaho—regaining his equilibrium, charged and just for a moment they became solitary: they become one, and then it was over. King Og was still standing straight with the iron-end of the mullet firmly by his side, griped in one mighty fist, an inch away from Ohaho’s temple. King Og, his other hand raised to the crowd, he had defeated his foe for Kingship of the Rephaim Cult, in the Bashan Bull Valley Plateau, once more. The crowd roared for more blood, and then looking straight down at Ohaho, his legs going into spasms, he dragged him around by the hair—to show his conquest, then, ostracized him from the Bashan Valley— complete.

The King’s smile inflaming, and all that watched dignified and glorious in admiration, entirely filled with awe and fear, forever their pious king of the Bashan Plains (they murmured and whispered among themselves) — personified the king in mysticism. And these Rephaim Giants of old, as tall as cedars and strong as oaks (with their king seventy-generations older), souls of pleasure, they lifted him up, up onto their shoulders and they took him, and like a whirlwind, paraded him around the great stone structure, of 42,000-tons of stones—boulders as round as large oaks, they marched, around this enclosure, within its four circles, to the tumulus, the summit of the stone heap, and like light and thunder, for an ultimate end to the parade, lifted him up as if unto the heavens for the Almighty to see, as if he was the setting of the sun, the righteous one: as if he did not defile, oppress all the children of the people from the earth: where nations had once worshiped him before the great deluge; and a great darkness befell the valley just then, and out of the darkness cautiously came a storm to be—Joshua and his armies.




Note 1: in the book of Deuteronomy 3:11, we see King Og’s bed, monarch of the trans-Jordanian kingdom of Bashan, “Only Og, King of Bashan was left of the Rephaites (Rephaim Giants). His bed was made of Iron and was more than thirteen-feet long and six-feet wide” Also, ancient writings indicate there would be a great battle to come where King Sihon of Heshbon, and King Og of Bashan would war against the Israelites—King Og, would be the only survivor.

Note 2: At one time, iron was as precious as ivory is today, thus the writer of Deuteronomy, felt it necessary to make a point of this, by making a remark on the subject of King Og’s bed.

Note 3: Bashan once contained some "sixty walled cities" with great bars and gates and many un-walled towns, had capitols at Ashtaroth and Edrei in the region of Argob.

Note: The land of Bashan was famous for its prized cattle and oak groves. Lions also once roamed the area in ancient times.

"The Amorite" the giants within this area were as high as cedars and whose strength was like the oaks, dominated this area. Amos 2:9

No: 2798 (9-21-2010)

Surviving Obama, and Now Summers (9-2010)

Surviving Obama
And now Summers (9-2010)




I thought by now Obama would have learned how to run a government, but it looks like he’s a slow learner. Anyhow, Larry Summers is getting out of Dodge and quick and here is a guy who brought the United States down to its knees, being praised by Obama for his “Brilliance…and Judgment”. Obama and Summers have been so destructive for America, I’m, surprised our country’s currency, our paper money can even buy wallpaper. It is becoming more worthless by the day worldwide: we simply print it up, in the name of God.
On the other hand, 60% of Americans are coming to their senses, figuring it out—that Obama’s not the Messiah he pranced about and allowed everyone to claim him as—and after making president, said “Don’t expect miracles…” how humbling can you be; perhaps the opposite: something I’ve been saying for eighteen-months; I guess some of us are slow learners. Obama is the worse medicine America has ever had to swallow, but like a sore throat, you adjust to it, until you can’t take the proper medicine.
It has been officially proclaimed by the White House by Obama, professionals, Harvard schooled professionals, that America’s recession is over, has been for a year, by gosh, this is a surprise to Americans, when the unemployment rate is near to 10%, perhaps is beyond ten-percent, if we include those who have lost all their weekly unemployment benefits, and now are looking at what to do, and how to do it—and this is when crime starts to rebuild its pyramid.
To be quite honest, I’d give Mr. Summers a one-way ticket back to Harvard, and tell him: don’t return. And to leave—: the sooner the better. And let’s pray we can survive Obama, before he gives away the country to the Arabs.

Sean Penn ( Monkey Politics)

Perhaps one of the most un-loyal, unmoral, and un American, Anti Americans alive, living off the sweat, honey and fat of the land, is Sean Penn; why he hasn’t been critical of Obama yet, is beyond me. I mean here is a man, Obama that has done nothing for America, leaving 50,000-troops in Iraq, and calling it, victory. He should have gotten our troops out long ago, actually, Bush is the one who got the troops out, he set the date and the pace, not Obama, and all Obama is doing is rerouting them to Afghanistan. Where is the big mouth, Penn? (Perhaps He and Obama are like to like) I mean he was full of starch when it came to Bush, now he’s hiding over in Haiti someplace; and Obama has turned out to be the biggest failure sitting in the highest seat in America in the last 100-years; we couldn’t have done worse by picking out Ahmadinejad.
Matter of fact, Penn’s friends seems to be all the enemies of America, Iran, and Mr. Chavez of Venezuela, and at one time Saddam’s. Too bad they didn’t take his Passport away. A man who never spent a day in the Army, taking out an add in a national newspaper, paying $56,000 for it, and telling America to impeach their president, the Commander and Chief, when he hasn’t shed a once of blood, or given an once of sweat for this country, telling us Veterans what to do. Actors should do just what they’re trained to do; they make fools of themselves with all that money they don’t know what to do with so they throw it into politics because they’re bored to death of make believe.