Queen of Heaven

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10/18/2021 01:21 PM 

Knowing God

Yes, the title of this blog is a dig at the 'holier than thou' mods with their 'Knowing God' under the 'more' dropdown.  I caution you, dear reader, if you are of a strong religious background, perhaps this account and content are not for you. I base my character depictions and events interpretations based on archeological evidence.  Accounts in the bible are usually based on older myths or they're straight-up propaganda.
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Yahweh (YHWH) was the national god of Ancient Israel during the late Iron Age to early Bronze Age. He is a storm-and-warrior deity who leads the heavenly army against Israel's enemies. At that time the Israelites worshipped him alongside a variety of Canaanite gods and goddesses, including El, Asherah, and Baal, but in later centuries El and Yahweh became conflated and El-linked epithets such as El Shaddai came to be applied to Yahweh alone, and other gods and goddesses such as Baal and Asherah were absorbed into the Yahwistic religion.

More to come.  There is A LOT to unpack with the history of God including Egyptian moon gods, metallurgy, something about volcanoes--though I've never actually seen anything on it--and brutal usurping! 

10/18/2021 01:20 PM 

Fill This Role.

I need God!

No, really.  I need someone to fill the role of God.  Yahweh.  Storm and warrior would-be lord of the cosmos, leader of the holy host. 
Literacy is a must. 
Multi-para minimum. 
Sort of love interest, sort of adversarial
Play by is writer's choice, though I have a few suggestions.


10/12/2021 09:42 PM 

God's Conquest

Warning:  The following might be...unpleasant to read...if you are not capable of handling darker topics, I suggest you skip this.
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Thunder rumbled in the distance. Something so uninteresting should not have stirred ʾElat from her sleep.

But it did.

Eyes greener than the deepest emeralds peered into the darkness from under the veil of thick lashes. Nothing seemed amiss. The patter of rain on the roof of the tent and her husband's steady breathing beside her was assurance that there was, indeed, nothing to be upset about. The beast about them slept, not so much as an ear twitch. Still, something was wrong, something was not right. Brief flickers of lightning illuminated the colorful fabrics of their dwelling. Rich patterns of golden stars and stylized bulls against azure fields almost appeared to move against the flashing lights. Heavy peels of thunder followed closer behind each bolt, the storm drew near.

Discontent, she moved closer to her sleeping beloved. The light outlined his sleeping form. Nude, the rolling field of muscle, iron-hard from a lifetime of battle, draped in skin forever kissed by the sun; he was ʾil mlk. The image of vitality despite the gray that had long overtaken his ebon locks. In her mind, he had not changed a bit since the dawning of the first sunrise when he approached her on the beach. Fresh from the slaughter of Yamm, oh he was truly a sight behold. If he, the great warrior, was unbothered by a little rain, why was she? Closing her eyes, she tried taking solace in the sounds of his steady breath. He was her rock, the only constant.

Thunder boomed overhead, the storm had arrived. An uneasy sleep had finally taken Asherah, just deep enough that she did not sense an unwelcomed arrival. Drawing back the heavy fabric of the door, the dark figure stepped past the lioness and bull, the sacred totems to the lord of the cosmos and his queen. He did not come with an army, nor adorn himself in armor. Rather, under the cover of the thunder, Yahweh crept towards the sleeping couple. Gripping the hilt of his divine blade, he knelt down. The queen, he cared not for. No, it was the king he sought. At long last, El would fall. To claim his life would cement the pretentious war god's standing as king of kings; no others would challenge his claim. A flash of lightning, the roar of thunder, he struck. His blade kissed the throat of the old king.

"No!"

Waking up, Asherah came face to face with her husband's killer, his knife dripping with El's essence. She knew his face right away: Yahweh! A short, trimmed beard and close-cropped brown hair; he was a young pup compared to El, the creator of the world. Rolling away, she spat a curse. Damn the pretender! Damn this usurper! With the ferocity of a lioness, the Queen of Heaven grabbed the dagger at the bedside. No warrior worth his salt would be without a weapon at arm's length, even at night. And She Who Treads On Water was no stranger to its use, El saw to that. Lashing out at the murderer, his blade easily blocked her blow. Yahweh pushed back, forcing her off balance. Before she could right herself, he drew back his hand and struck her. Dazzled from the blow, she could only be glad to not completely remember what happened next. For what came next cemented Yahweh's power over the region.

With his blade, the pretentious invader from the east began to slice off bits of the body. Yahweh began consuming her husband, absorbing him into his being. Yahweh was a national god, a protectorate of Samaria. A war and storm god who controlled a heavenly army. His precious angels. It was only a matter of time before Yahweh turned his focus on the Canaanite pantheon. But what was he against so many?! El was unconcerned. Asherah never would have expected the usurper to attack them as he did. Instead of marching his army of believers across their border, the godling attacked the royal couple directly! Now she watched helplessly as Yahweh assumed the full power of El.

With golden ichor dribbling down his face, Yahweh shuddered with this newfound power welling up inside of him. Possibly not since the dawn of time had so much cosmic power been consolidated into one single being. Asherah took a hesitant step back as the godling radiated divine energy. Golden light filled the tent, growing in brightness to the point of unbearableness. With tears in her eyes, Asherah had to avert her gaze. Would he survive housing so much power? Would he explode? And, should he do such, would she survive the blast? Emerald eyes flickered towards the tent's opening. Dare she run? Or would such a maneuver only draw Yahweh's attention? Did he mean to kill her as well? This and more ran through the goddess's mind as she grappled with this new reality.

She took another step back. Yahweh was far too busy trying to digest El's power, her movement went unnoticed. Holding her breath, the Creatrix took another step. Yahweh made no move to stop her. Silently, she took another step. Then another. And another. Until she brushed against the heavy fabric of the tent. The usurper never seemed to notice the widow of El making her escape. It was still raining. Heavy drops quickly soaked ebone locks, plastering to her nude form. Asherah needed to reach her children. Their might combined might possibly stand against Yahweh. Might. That wasn't a lot to work with, but she would avenge her husband. Looking back at her home, Asherah saw no sign of Yahweh. Turning to leave, the Queen of Heaven came face to the would-be God-King.

"Going somewhere, good lady?" Yahweh raised an eyebrow, a pretentious smirk on his face.

 

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