Smashing the Illusion! The Truth About the Wall the Temple and Your Delusion
They call it the Wailing Wall. The holiest site in Judaism. They go there dressed like seventeenth century Polish funeral directors. They rock back and forth in a motion called shuckling which mimics humping. That is what it is. They are humping the wall. Spiritually symbolically and physically. And what are they humping
They will tell you it is the Shekinah. The so-called feminine presence of God.
What they do not tell you is that Shekinah is not in the Bible. Not in the Torah. Not in the Talmud. It is a mystical idea pulled from the Kabbalah. And somehow Christian churches picked up this word and began using Shekinah Glory as a reference to the Holy Spirit. It is absolute nonsense. Shekinah is not the Holy Spirit. It is esoteric fluff with no foundation in any ancient credible scripture.
Now back to the wall.
That wall is not the Second Temple. It is not the Temple of Solomon. It is not even a temple. It is the Fortress of Antonia. A Roman military base. Possibly part of the Temple of Jupiter. You are not looking at sacred Jewish history. You are looking at Roman ruins.
Yet they go up there pressing themselves into the cracks. They put on tefillin little boxes strapped to their foreheads filled with fragments of scripture. They wear black suits in the Middle Eastern heat. They shuckle against cold stone. They speak to the wall. And they believe something divine is happening.
It is cosplay.
Just like Muslims circling the black stone in Mecca. Just like Christians clutching crosses. Just like priests in robes. It is religious theater. They are actors playing roles. And the audience claps along.
The scholars know better. They have read the archaeology. They have seen the contradictions. But they still teach the myth. They write book after book that pretends to explore the sacred when really it recycles fantasy. They know there was no Solomon. No First Temple. No Moses. But the myth is profitable.
So they sell it. And you buy it.
Paul the Apostle Another literary invention. His letters are propaganda. The Gospels contradict each other endlessly. Four stories. Four endings. Four voices. All fictional. They are not eyewitness accounts. They are scripts. They are theater. One Gospel has Jesus say it is finished. Another says Father forgive them. Another says why have you forsaken me. Each one has a different final word. None of them are true.
But people believe them.
They believe he was born of a virgin. They believe he died on a cross. But the word is stauros. It means stake. Not a cross. No T-shape. No iconic crucifixion. That was invented later. Marketing. Branding. Drama.
And worse they believe God required blood to forgive them. A blood sacrifice. That is the heart of Christianity. That you are so wicked you deserve death but Jesus took your place. If that is your God then your God is a monster. If he demands a death to love you he is not holy he is savage.
No divine being needs a corpse to show mercy.
This is madness. It is not faith. It is pathology.
And the wall they worship It is not holy. It is not sacred. It is not spiritual. It is stone. Cold dead stone. If anything it honors Jupiter not Yahweh. But they hump it anyway. Because they were told it is real. Told it is holy. And they want to believe it.
Because reality hurts.
Reality is that you are not chosen. You are not sacred. You are not saved by grace. You are not anything but a person. And everything else they have sold you is illusion.
They say it is hate to question. It is not. It is sanity.
The Temple Mount is not a temple. The mosque on top is not on sacred Jewish ground. It is imperial repurposed architecture. That is it. And yet the world fights over it. Bleeds over it. Dies over it.
Because they believe the illusion.
It is all theater. Religious OnlyFans. You pay. You watch. You think they love you. You think you matter. But you are just another subscriber to a dream that never existed.
And the academics who know better
They smile at lectures. They quote each other. They write endless footnotes. But they know it is all garbage. They are actors too.
But I am not acting.
I am smashing the illusion.
There is no temple. No Shekinah. No chosen people. No virgin birth. No Moses. No exodus. No cross. No sacrifice. No resurrection.
It is fiction.
And you are clapping for a show that insults your mind.
Walk off the set.
Burn the script.
Come back to being human.
That is the only sacred thing left.
Veritas Lux Mea
Truth is my light.
Another great article and to the point. Yes, the wall is Roman. I find it interesting that they put little notes into the wall (kind of like the little notes children write to Santa) expecting someone on the other end who actually reads them. A daily dose of humor for out creator who by this point is rubbing his chin in wonder at the foolishness of MEN. I still am of the mindset that the whole of the New Testament is the creation of the Jesuits sitting in their dark caves coping older writings or maybe just writing from their own imaginations.