Yahweh was a god of Fire
The Schasu were a tribe locatet in a Land called Midian. Today Medina, Saudi-Arabia.
The Egyptian hate them, cause the "Sandwanderers" - as the Schasu was called - disturbed their business affairs with the Jemenites.
Die Schasu waren Schafhirten und Räuber.
Die "Sandwanderer" - wie sie von den Alten Ägyptern genannt wurden - waren verhasst.
Die Schasu überfielen die Karawanen der Ägypter auf dem Weg in den Jemen. Die Ägypter nahmen die Schasu gefangen, d.h. sie wurden versklavt. Es waren wenige Hundert - mehr ernährte das Land Midian nicht. Heute heisst das Land Medina.
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Nach einigen Dutzenden Jahren formierten sich die Schasu zusammen mit anderen - meist versklavten - Volksgruppen zu "Israeliten". Unter der Führung von Moses, der in Midian war, kehrten sie dorthin zurück, ins Land ihrer Väter. Moses - ein Schasu?
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Ihren Stammesgott nannten die Schasu "YHW". Daraus wurde später Yahweh und noch später Jehova. Er hatte übrigens eine Gattin, sie hieß Asherah.
The Schasu - so exists a hieroglyph - called their god "YHW" = Jehova
ASHERAH
war seine Frau
was Yahweh`s wife.
Asherah was a powerful fertility goddess.
The goddess was worshiped in Yahweh's Temple in Jerusalem.
EXODUS
POW Camp Ghosen - Midian ca.720 kms
(in 40 Years)
Vom Gefangenenlager in Ghosen bis Midian,
Hala´ l Badr.
the nearest Volcano to Jerusalem
find out for Yourself
aereal view over the homelands of the tribe.
(in 40 Years)
Vom Gefangenenlager in Ghosen bis Midian,
Hala´ l Badr.
find out for Yourself
THIS
is shurely not the work of a tribal god.
How frequent their misunderstandings,
how eager they are to kill one another,
how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint
that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves
Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors
so that in glory and triumph they could become
the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner
of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner.
is shurely not the work of a tribal god.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena.
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How frequent their misunderstandings,
how eager they are to kill one another,
how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint
that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves
Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors
so that in glory and triumph they could become
the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner
of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner.
