This pious ceremony being completed, the Great King, raising the royal sceptre, summoned to his exalted presence the Commander of the Knights of the Mystic Shrine of Asherah and said: “While you, Benaiah, my faithful servant, go and kill Adonijah, my well beloved brother, I will hie me to my devotions, for I can see that at the mystic shrine on yonder hilltop, the luscious Asherah is yearning for me. My adored, my most beautiful, my ravishing one stands in the open door of the pagoda, the beautiful gate ajar, stands there in all her pristine loveliness, a beauty unadorned, young and plump and enchanting. See that innocent radiant face beaming with loving kindness, perfect in every feature, see that form divine, of which the gods in Heaven do envy me. She is my favorite nun, the incarnation of the Divine Asherah, and she is calling me to prayer. See her beckoning me over with that sweet hand, that angel hand that holds me, the King of the Earth and Sea, a willing slave in its gentle grasp. She says the door is open wide, and all who will may enter in, and no one is denied.”
Then while Benaiah slew Adonijah as he clung to the horns of the altar, Solomon and his court in gorgeous array, decked in purple and fine linen and blazing with jewels rare and gold to burn, marched in one grand pageant from the house of cedar and gold, out through the Golden Gate, to the high place of Asherah. When they reached the oval, foliated door between the two great pillars of Baal, beneath the blazing, golden dome of Asher, supported by the circle of monoliths or twelve zodiacal redeemers, they bowed low before the open portal and crossed themselves, and by thus drawing upon their bodies the male symbol, they became themselves male emblems and worthy to enter in, and a worthy offering to a female divinity.
The dazzling beauty who stood in the door of the pagoda then ran and threw herself into the arms of the king. He folded her pink and white form to his royal breast and impressed upon her ruby lips a long and loving caress, saying: “My divine one, my goddess, my life, my all, God is love, I know, I feel. Thou art the only angel e’er worshipped by Solomon the Magnificent. Thy lips are like the roses, like the sweet-scented, dew-bediamond roses in the royal gardens of Judea. Thine eyes are fathomless wells of priceless love, at which I drink till my soul is drunk and reels in its maddened delirium. Thy flesh is like the lilies of the valley, pure and white, meet vessel for a soul so true, white as the lilies of Asherah, white as the column of Baal, indeed so tempting and plump and luscious, that in thy divine and radiant neck I fain would bite the name of the King of the Earth and the Sea.
“Solomon offered one thousand burnt offerings in the great high place of Gibeon,” a brothel, where they worshipped the pillar and the grove.—1 Kings: 3-4. “And they set them up pillars and Asherim upon every high hill and under every green tree.”—2 Kings, 17-10. “Solomon loved the Lord, and the Lord loved Solomon.” They formed a mutual admiration society, and in Gibeon the Lord said to Solomon: “Ask what I shall give thee.” And “Solomon built a high place before Jerusalem at the Mount of Corruption (Mount of Olives) dedicated to Ashtoreth,” now replaced by the Church of the Ascension, erected over the footprint made by Christ in the rock when he jumped from the earth to Alcyone. The Bible says that Ashtoreth was the abomination of the Sidonians, but it happens that Asher, one of the aliases of the Hebrew god, was the husband of Ashtoreth.
The secret and mysterious name of the supreme God of the Hebrews, the Ancient of Ancients, was Eh Ei Eh, pronounced in three breaths, with hand to ear and the name at low breath. This is the name that was engraved on the great seal of Solomon, wherewith he conjured up demons from the abyss, for he was a potent wizard. By virtue of this great name and by rubbing the seal, Solomon became Lord of the Demons, and Beelzebub, at the mighty summons, would bob up serenely and obey the behests of the king. Solomon soared into the celestial altitudes and mastered the Divine secrets and learned the omnipotent words which constitute all the power of God over the demons. He penetrated into the remotest haunts of the spirits, whom he bound and forced them to obey him by the power of his clavicle (Key). He tells in the Key of Solomon the true composition of, with directions for making the dreadful blasting rod which causes the spirits to tremble, and which was used by God in driving Adam and Eve out of the Garden, and which he also used in casting the devils out of Heaven.—Book of Black Magic, 83.
Ashmedai, King of the Demons, and a great mason, collaborated with Solomon, Hiram of Tyre and Hiram Abiff in building the Temple. He was the one who fashioned the stones without the sound of hammer by means of an insect he had, called the Shameer, the same that Moses used in cutting the precious stones of the Ephod. The spirits evoked by Solomon said that Ashmedai had the Shameer, and they gave him the location of Ashmedai’s water-hole in the mountains, where he went to drink. Benaiah then went out and filled the water-hole with liquor and laid in wait near by. The demon came and drank the liquor, and when he was drunk, Benaiah bound him with a ring and a chain, on which was the name of God, so that he could not break it. Thus Solomon captured the demon and compelled him to call up Shameer, the insect stone-cutter, and prepare all the stones of the Temple.—Talmud Gittin, fol. 68, col. 1.
This jolly quartette of pagan and infernal pals, assisted by the masonic bug, in laying the foundation of the Temple, seized upon a hewer of wood and cut his throat and caught the blood in a vessel. After sprinkling the corner stone with the blood, they placed the vessel of human gore inside the stone and buried the body of the human sacrifice beneath it, that his spirit might guard the Temple and preserve it as long as grass grows and water runs. Then they danced around the stone the Dance of Death, or the dance of the Maccabees.
King Solomon’s Signal of Distress.
One day King Solomon, being bored about to death, and finding that all was vanity and vexation of spirit, wrote to his friend Manus, high priest of Baal, something as follows:
Jerusalem, 20th Nisan. A. M. 3000.