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. In this segment, the Ulema master, Rabbi Mordechai, is talking to his student, Germain Lumiere.
“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.”