OK. Since you started this Martian thing.....
I read in some Jewish literature that the soup for which Esau sold his birthright to Jacob, was a RED soup. Now, perhaps there was some underlying symbolism in giving such a precise definition of this soup. I tend to think so, but then, maybe it's just my imagination. Other literature has described it as lentil soup. Soup is soup, unless of course, it's one of Hortensia's recipes!
So anyway, I am sharing with you an excerpt about Jacob. This is from my current story thread "Interview with a Nephilim" which should actually have been titled "Interview with a Watcher".
Time of Jacob’s Troubles
The rain was so fine that it whirled as a mist in the cool air. A breeze tossed strands of the man’s hair and as the morning light passed through it, I saw burgundy highlights. The mist gathered in an aura around him and twinkles of gold stood suspended in mid air. It suddenly struck me that this was why artists had depicted them with halos. In the shadows of clouds, he became even more illuminated.
I thought of asking his name. It seemed rather awkward and impolite to continue a conversation without knowing his name at this point. But then, I thought of the story of Jacob. Had he not asked the name of his angel and received an infliction?
In my minds eye, I saw Jacob with his angel. The engagement was not one of physical wrestling; it was not a tug of war. “Wrestling” was a poor choice of words for what was intended as a figurative expression of engaging conversation with a messenger. Jacob was in awe of the angel messenger. He hung onto every word the angel spoke. He learned much and voluntarily conspired to assist them when he thought there was an advantage in it for himself.
Jacob may have had his good points, but from his youth he was a liar, a deceiver, and a cheat. He had a clever way about him. Jacob was no lover of truth. He proved this when he instead chose loyalty to his wicked mother, and his great transgression against the truth shaped the course of his life. It would not be the only time that Jacob would choose family loyalty over righteousness.
The act of the angel striking his thigh was symbolic in two ways. Because Jacob thereafter was lame, it became a physical manifestation of stumbling. His actions caused a great fall in mankind. The thigh is often used as a gentle word for reproduction aspects. Thus, the fruit of his loins carried the scars of his commitment to the program. Jacob’s dream of the ladder bridging heaven and earth was symbolic of his voluntary visit to the spacecraft where he underwent genetic probing and DNA reassignment experiments.
Perhaps this is when he received his knowledge of animal husbandry. He was very clever in using this to his advantage when he struck a bargain with his father-in -law for flocks and herds. Through the “secrets” of genetics revealed to him by the angels, he was able to breed a stronger stock which he kept for himself.
Jacob’s Ladder! “The Ladder” was the NATO code name of a drug used to increase aggression in soldiers. It had been administered to US soldiers without their knowledge during chemical warfare trials in the Vietnam era. Others had discovered this truth about Jacob as well! In their own way they had tried to tell us in subtle messages.
Why were these angel creatures doing this to humans? Was it some revenge plot on our Creator? Was it out of jealousy toward us? We were not experimental mistakes! The ones who created us had created these beautiful angels beings before us. Our creators were experts! It was this angel race who had plummeted us into destruction! A war broke out in heaven …had these creatures hurt our creators? Had we, in our selfishness, not understood this was why they could not get back to us?
I felt an alarming sense of caution come over me. I would have to be very diligent to keep my guard up around this creature. Not for a moment could I let my hand tip. I didn’t care what his name was. It was only the civility of etiquette that even prompted me to consider asking. Truly, though, I did not want to even be that familiar with this creature. He was here for a reason and I did not know why.
“Do you drink coffee?” I asked.
“Yes, thank you. Black.”
“I’ll be right back,” I said, grateful to find an escape for a few minutes.
Perhaps his presence signaled that the time of Jacob’s Troubles were about to be upon us. We were the terminal generation; the generation of destruction. "He will make a full end of all nations." It would be a time when every human would have to decide his ultimate fate. They would each one have to ask themselves the question that Jacob asked: Loyalty to Mother, or love of truth?
“How does a damn hologram drink coffee?” I muttered to myself as I reached for a cup.