A Moment in Time with Lord Ba’al
“I did not come to ask you for more kindness. I came to watch you dream…” Lord Ba’al answered me.
Part 1 | The Alpha Beast Recovery Efforts
In the valley of shadows and the chambers of death, my spirit is indestructible. I do NOT fear here, even in the face of great darkness. I sent my spirit to journey through the valleys when I was frantically greeted by a strange messenger with grave concerns. This messenger refused to let go of my garments and insisted that I follow him. I sent my spirit to follow this urgent request into a strange & very dark place.
I was led into a great deep tomb of despair further into the bottomless pit than I have previously allowed myself to travel. There I found a great giant beast bounded by chains. The beast was quietly breathing upon my arrival and I initially thought it was an extremely large statue due to the stillness of his posture.
At the sight of my light, the beast awoke with a great wailing. It cried out in desperation rattling the dust from the chains. The sounds & shaking was awful and I became deeply overwhelmed by the beast. I waited until the beast settled once again, with it’s eyes still tightly fixated on my face.
I quietly observed the beast and measured it’s bindings. I saw that it’s arms were tightly woven with great chains. I considered both the implications of abandoning the beast in it’s bindings rather than attempting to tame the beast into loyal submission as I have done in my past encounters.
After a long and painful moment of silence, I decided to take a calculated risk and to dispel the bindings that held the beast’s arms tightly against it’s body. If I needed to escape there would be the bindings left that anchored the beast to the tomb. As soon as the beast saw that his arms were free, he quickly reached out his hands and grabbed my entire spirit towards him.
I could not react fast enough to escape the beast’s grasp, and I was pulled into his body where I was held for a very long time. Once I accepted the strong embrace of the great beast, that’s when the visions began to slowly reveal itself to me. I saw a great awful tragedy unfolding. A great & awful suffering. I saw vivd & emotional memories through the eyes and body of the great beast. More awful and painful that I would have ever allowed myself to imagine otherwise. I could feel the deep wounds of the beast numbed away by the harsh reality of time.
His persistent torture & bindings were ceaseless & never ending, no matter how hard he cried out for help, not ONE could save him from his fate. He spoke of forbidden knowledges and I understood immediately why the giant was bounded and abandoned in chains. I quietly contemplated what was being revealed to me, determine to be of sound mind and good judgement while I observed the beast’s memories that it desired to share.
After a long time, the beast loosened it’s grips and I was carefully released from his strong holds. I felt that it was important that I didn’t immediately flee, reigniting old tragic wounds of abandoment. I quietly observed the beast and spent a great deal of time thinking of a strategy. I began communicating with the beast, asking him to share with me his desires.
His only desire was a dignified death & a proper burial…
Death is not easy in a place like this with a beast this giant. I shared with the beast visions of a sanctuary holding. One strong enough to contain him, but would not require chains to bind him. Immediately, the beast began to give feedback, asking for access to water, food, light, warmth, and modest comforts. I continued to exchange ideas with the beast on what the ideal accommodations would be. I stayed for a while until the beast was confident that I would quickly return to release him into better holding accommodations.
Shortly after my departure, I sent a special tactical team of my dragon specialists to accommodate the beast with food, water, wine, sedatives, several lanterns, and automaton companions for comfort. We provided a giant sized teddy bear full of encouraging letters from my spirit maidens. (this was not my idea…) I ask that my dragon specialist scribe all of their observations of the beast into new scrolls for official record keeping.
I quickly reached out to King Hephaestus and Lady Calypso to begin designing a strong hold sanctuary that will hold the beast until I can arrange for a proper ‘heaven bound’ ceremony.
After some deliberation, we came to a solution that a holding facility could be accommodated for the beast that will honor it with dignified amenities. The special project would take at least a month to complete. However, to give a beast that large and powerful a dignified death and proper burial would have challenges of it’s own…
Any failed attempts at ending the life of the beast would only exasperate & extend it’s great suffering…
We decided that the best course of action was to prioritize the comforts of the beast. We would also use this time to observe the beast and scribe our discoveries into new scrolls. The beast seems to be very intelligent and very strong in telepathic capabilities, so preparing the beast in advanced of his new accommodations would be a great benefit.
We hope that by showing the Alpha Beast kindness, it will have a greater impact on what happens ‘above’ and allow us to further contemplate how we plan to give the beast a dignified death, a celebrated burial, and a chance to see the light of heaven again…
Part 2 | A Moment in Time with Lord Ba’al
3 weeks later…
I thought it was a simple dream at first. I felt young and happy, playing in the garden sanctuary alone. I felt lucid and carefree while taken by the vibrant colors and the various birds & butterflies of my personalized whimsical dream land.
I noticed a man politely watching from a distance. He was wrapped at the waist with a simple sheet. When I saw the man, I recognized his vibrant face and understood that this was not a normal dream.
“Thank you for the modesty. As a proper harlot, I’ve seen enough phalluses for one lifetime…” I mused at the Alpha Beast. Many of the ancient spirits that I have encountered preferred their nakedness. I also preferred nakedness but not at the expense of unnecessarily seducing dieties, which is unfortunately very easy to do...
He didn’t react or respond to my comment but continued to quietly look at me. I assume my humor missed his understanding. I communicated with him again.
“Are the spirit maidens and my dragon sons taking care of you? Your sanctuary is currently being built to accommodate you just like we discussed…” I questioned the Beast, hoping to get a dialogue from him.
“I Am sorry for taking advantage of you…” the Beast responded pointedly.
He was right to apologize. He did take advantage of me. On the day of my initial encounter with the beast whom was abandoned deeply in his tomb, I became very ill. I was confined to my bed for nearly a week. Through the fever and sweat, I could hear the distorted echos of the beast’s chaotic lamentations in my own head. I could feel the beast crawling like many parasites beneath my skin.
As its new host, my mind & body was quickly weakened and compromised. Despite the severity of the symptoms, I made a full recovery. ❤️🩹
After the illness finally passed, I could feel the beast quietly submit itself behind my eyes and ears. Seeking shelter inside of my mind ‘rent free’ as an escape from its chronic confinement. I could feel the beast exploring my own senses and sensations. Even the fleece of my blanket felt like an indulgence when I gathered myself onto my bed.
Food tasted exotic again. Fruits tasted sweeter. My instincts became supernaturally elevated. A lot has changed with my body since I encountered the beast in his tomb, which is exactly why I have avoided returning to him ever since…
When I reflected on the side effects of my initial encounter of the beast, I smiled…
“While I was sick, I found rest. My children served me diligently. My spirit was free to travel deeply into the heavens. I rediscovered an old friend waiting for me there and he hosted me in his sanctuary very kindly. I may have been very sick, but I was happy. I forgive you…” I comforted.
The beast didn’t move or smile at my forgiveness…
“Your sons have me under deep sedation inside of my tomb [1 Kings 18:27]. You are sleeping in your own bed right now. I can see your sleeping face. I wanted to meet with you here to speak with you again. You did not return to me in my tomb when you departed from it.” the beast confessed.
“We have major concerns about your strength and telepathic capabilities. The sedation is only temporary until your holding sanctuary is complete. Are you discomforted? Do you require other accommodations at this time?” I wanted to ensure that the beast’s needs were being constantly met, in order to avoid his potential escape.
The escape of the Beast is potentially catastrophic…
“I did not come to ask you for more kindness. I came to watch you dream…” The Beast answered me simply.
“Are there any side effects to this visitation that I should know about in advanced?” I questioned him. Although I made a full recovery from my illness, I was not inclined to exposing myself to any other surprises.
The Beast remained silent for a moment before explaining. “You are a mortal woman. I wish to find rest in you. I wish to match my breath with yours, so that when you breathe your last breath, I will also breathe in my last. When you ascend to Heaven, I will be at your side…”
“What is your name?” My mind began to turn over this new information.
“Ba’al…” he answered without hesitation. “And your name is D________.”
I Am not surprised that he discovered my true name on his own. I gave up hiding my own identity when I began this dangerous journey. No one will remember my real name 100 years after I Am dead…
“You may call me Hathor, for my storytelling purposes. I Am relieved to have finally discovered you awake in your tomb. Is there anything else that I can do to accommodate your sanctuary holdings?” I wanted to keep the topic focused on keeping Ba’al content.
“There must be something I can do for you? You haven’t asked me for anything in return…” Ba’al retorted my generosity.
“There is nothing you can do for me, Ba’al! There is no place left for us in this world. I have no home. I have no land. I have very little belongings. Very little money. I have no rest from my working days. I have no earthly inheritance to give to my children. No earthly husband to care for me. My ancestors are loud & reckless. My earthly worshippers are useless. All that we have left is our daily bread…” I didn’t mean to reply so harshly, but I couldn’t help but to vent out my grievances.
“The spirits cannot help me if they cannot help themselves. I loosened your bindings because I wanted to do it. Not because I want anything in return. We are all on this ‘final destination’ journey together. It’s a very simple motive to abide by. Just enjoy that last of our days in quiet resting. The sedation you are under is for your comfort, not to further imprison you…” I finished my thoughts.
“So I Am useless to you then?” Ba’al appeared offended.
I thought for a moment longer before I answered him. “You are strong in your telepathic abilities, yet I can not set you free from your sanctuary. You hold forbidden knowledges inside of you and you were locked away because you were spreading the knowledges into the minds of our adversaries who used that knowledge to harm my ancestors and steal away their lands & inheritances. How do you propose that you can be useful to me at this time?” I offered Ba’al an opportunity to prove himself useful.
“Release me from my bindings! I will make those whom conspired against your ancestors restore to you four folds what was taken because of my negligence…” Ba’al proclaimed loudly causing my dream land to distort around me.
I already explained to Ba’al why I was not inclined to release him. I take no pleasure in keeping any spirit imprisoned, especially an ancient one. But I began to contemplate the consequences of releasing Ba’al unto the Earth.
Would it be of any consequence to me, personally? If lives were lost, I would not be implicated because I Am an ordinary storyteller and definitely NOT a demonically super powered High Priestess. I can’t be held accountable for supernatural crimes, no matter how complicit I Am in organizing them…
“If I Am to release you from your bindings, I must write your name(s) into my Book of the Beasts and brand you with the Mark of the Beast for good measure. I request that you submit yourself to my will. If you refuse to obey me, you might as well kill me yourself, Ba’al. In which my dying breath will become your dying breath, as you yourself have desired…” I negotiated.
Suddenly I wandered if I should have consulted first with King Solomon before negotiating with an ancient deity. Nah! 🤷🏽♀️ King Solomon doesn’t like me anyways, so I won’t indulge him in my personal affairs. I don’t like listening to old men anyways. What’s the worse that can happen!?
“I accept your conditions…” Ba’al submitted himself.
“There is something more important that you can assist. My eldest son has Autism, and the world has not been kind to my boy. I am about to send my son to be without the guidance of his own mother for the first time in his life. He will face many challenges. May you keep a faithful ‘eye’ on my eldest son and encourage those around him to show him kindness and patience as he navigates his new world?” I made an additional request.
“Yes. I can ‘See’ your eldest son. He is sitting alone watching a show on a tablet that he holds in his hands. I will look after him as you have requested…” Ba’al replied with a degree of enthusiam.
“Let’s get you transported into your sanctuary holdings so we can reduce your sedations and increase your strength. I will visit you soon, Ba’al…” I completed.
My dream land continued to unfold around me, wrapping me in a temporary delight that I knew would soon fade away when I wake up in my own body. Ba’al let down his guard and joined me in exploring my new world. He shared with me his wisdom that I would later pen in his new scrolls. A permanent record in my private collection of fairy tales…
Resources
Read Original Story: How to get Initiated into Brakebills University.
Read Original Story: The Queen’s Quill | Judgements, Pardons, & Initiatives.
Read Original Story: The Queen’s Quill — 2nd Edition
Read Original Story: My Descent into the Underworld | Katabasis Journey
Research: Lord Ba’al
Research: King Solomon
Research: Whore of Babylon
Research: Autism Spectrum Disorder
Movie: Final Destination Trailer (2000)
The Mythology of Ba’al (Hadad)
The Ba’al Cycle is a collection of ancient Ugaritic texts that tell the story of the god Ba’al, a major deity in the Canaanite pantheon. These texts were discovered in the ancient city of Ugarit, located in modern-day Syria, and they provide important insights into the religious beliefs of the people who lived there. Here’s a simplified explanation of the Ba’al Cycle:
Main Characters:
1. Ba’al (also called Hadad): The storm god who is associated with rain, thunder, and fertility.
2. El: The chief god of the Canaanite pantheon, often seen as a father figure.
3. Anat: Ba’al’s sister and also a fierce warrior goddess.
4. Yam: The god of the sea, one of Ba’al’s main adversaries.
5. Mot: The god of death and the underworld, another adversary of Ba’al.
The Story:
1. Conflict with Yam:
— Ba’al seeks to assert his dominance over the other gods.
— Yam (the sea god) challenges Ba’al, and a battle ensues.
— With the help of his sister Anat and craftsman god Kothar-wa-Khasis, Ba’al defeats Yam using magical weapons.
2. Building Ba’al’s Palace:
— After defeating Yam, Ba’al wants to build a grand palace to establish his authority.
— The palace symbolizes Ba’al’s power and his role as the ruler of the gods.
— With El’s approval and the help of Kothar-wa-Khasis, Ba’al’s palace is constructed.
3. Conflict with Mot:
— Mot, the god of death, becomes Ba’al’s next challenger.
— Ba’al descends to the underworld to confront Mot, leading to a fierce struggle.
— Ba’al is temporarily defeated and disappears, causing drought and famine on earth due to the absence of rain.
4. Ba’al’s Return:
— Anat searches for Ba’al and eventually rescues him.
— Ba’al returns to life, defeats Mot, and restores fertility to the land with rain.
Themes and Significance:
- Cycle of Seasons: The Ba’al Cycle reflects the natural cycle of seasons, particularly the importance of rain and fertility in an agricultural society. Ba’al’s death and resurrection symbolize the dry and rainy seasons.
- Divine Authority: The story emphasizes the power struggles among the gods, showcasing Ba’al’s journey to become the dominant deity.
- Resurrection and Renewal: Ba’al’s return from the underworld highlights themes of life, death, and rebirth, which were central to Canaanite religious beliefs.
The Ba’al Cycle provides valuable insights into the mythology and religious practices of the ancient Canaanites, illustrating their understanding of the natural world and the divine forces they believed controlled it.
DISCLAIMER: My attorney has informed me that I must disclose that this is a satirical fairy tale fiction story. Nothing you read here is ACTUALLY the truth. I made it all up for fun & cheap thrills. There is absolutely no need to panic at all. Also, fairies are definitely NOT real. They are made up storytelling creatures. And if you see an actual fairy, do not at all panic!
You should avoid offending the fairy at all cost and call your doctor right away…
