Stone Heap of the Wildcat (Poems out of Israel)

The Synergy Group Recommended Reading (April, 2010) pertaining to topics on Behavioral and Emotional Health, the book: “The Path to Sobriety…” by Dr. Dennis L. Siluk

Stone Heap of the Wildcat




Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D.
Andean Scholar, and Three Times Poet Laureate




Stone Heap of the Wildcat (Pomes)
(Pomes out of Israel, the Rephaim Circle)
Copyright © 2010 by Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D.


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The Author has written 44-books, over 1350-articles, over 630-short stories, and over 2700-poems. He has over 170,000 readers a month on the internet, and is working on nine-new books at this moment, from poetry, to suspense short stories, a little horror, and drama, as well as a new play, and has written three self help books on alcoholism, two on Religion, to include Islam and the forth coming apocalypse. His work is mostly in English and Spanish, but has been adapted by several languages, to include: Korean, Japanese, Chinese, German, and Croatian.

Contents

Poems and writings out of Israel
And the Rephaim


1—Poem on Bethlehem
2—Here is what I have seen—in Israel
(Today—first real day of observation in Israel: 7-19-2010)
3—A Pilgrimage and the Mount of Olives
4—Jew in the Light
(Day two, in Jerusalem)
5—What Did I write for the Wailing Wall?
6—Rat Trap Café
7—John the Baptist’s House
(Day two, in Jerusalem) Monday 4::00 p.m., 7-19-2010
8—the Crickets and I
(a poem for Emmaus)
9—Summer in the Holy L and (2010)
10—the Old Ruins at Jericho
11—Rujm—el—Hiri: Awaken at
12—Hotel Bar ((Jerusalem) (“Ancient Hand of the Devil’s”))
13—Solitude of the Rujm-el-Hiri
14—the Tumulus: at the Circle of Rephaim
15—the Heap of the Wildcat
16—Room of the Last Supper
17—The Lights of Tel Aviv
18—Meeting: Amir Or
19—A Conversation with Amir Or
20—Doom Thoughts: in Tel Aviv
(Written at the airport)
21—Creation of Nothingness
22—At the Wailing Wall

An Overview of—

An Overview of: The Circle of Rephaim
(A three act play) 10,000 BC to 2016 AD

Included are two Poems:

The Nephilm ((Cold Twilight) (A Short Epic Poem))
Nightshade




1—Poem on Bethlehem

I know legends were set long ago
Deep in the bellows of Israel—
And so I went to Bethlehem
And where is the practical part
of me?
And what did I expect to see?
Here was a modern small city, bold
dispersed among the grasses.
Here lies the luminous Birth of Christ.
Here my eyes were opened,
through a sea of time.

No: 2748 (7-2010)


2—Here is what I have seen—in Israel
(Today—first real day of observation in Israel: 7-19-2010)


On the Sea of Galilee, a very hot day, July-2010


Almond trees and an orchard: July’s penetrating heat.
Stairs and more stairs: pathways, and many streets.
A tranquil Sea!
Ancient brick floors in ancient buildings.
Thunder from Arab, Jew and Christians.
Birds, like sparrows, and writings on walls.
Telephone wires, wells, and tall, tall broad
archways and shifting dust.
Gardens, and copper orange roof tops.

No: 2750 (7-19-2010)


3—A Pilgrimage and the Mount of Olives


The Mount of Olives, the Olive Orchard and Gethsemane,
are one—
The Basilic of Agony and Gethsemane, are one.
The Place of Ascension and the Chapel of Our Father,
are one—
When we feel the union, alone on this mount, we see
past the plain, beyond understanding
We now can fly without wings, stretch-out our visions
Of those trying days, of Christ…

No: 2749 (7-2010)




4—Jew in the Light
(Day two, in Jerusalem)


In the light, the Jew isn’t all innocent of his plight,
His proclaimed mission to fight at any cost,
To rip out the enemy’s heart from the breast:
Be it children, old men, or the lame
(as is such in Gaza).
Although, although, there is more to it!
He is strange, and he has lost his kindness—
Their plight while visiting in their homeland
Talking face to face—their plight I doubt
Has Heaven’s approval. I myself
Am trying to understand, but I’m just a
a simple man.

Note: Morning, 1:12 a.m. 7-20-2010; No: 2746 In Jerusalem.
Inspired by Father George


5—What Did I write for the Wailing Wall?

What did I write on
The Wailing Wall? “Lord,
Thank you for my: Mother, brother, wife…”

No: 2751 (Written 7-20-2010)



6—Rat Trap Café

There’s an old rat trap café,
down this old Jerusalem street
Consisting of no more than twenty-five,
square feet: the rest is in the street!
The young Arab, who owns it, is a proud
fellow indeed,
He thinks he’s got the Taj Ma Hal,
He gets mad, if you pass by his place
and take a peek without buying a drink.
He can’t see, his place reeks, with stink
and filth and flies bussing,
He’s to close to the forest, to see the trees.

No: 2753 (7-2010)



7—John the Baptist’s House
(Day two, in Jerusalem) Monday 4::00 p.m., 7-19-2010



Heat falls over the city of Jerusalem
Like Dante’s “Inferno”
Our group of forty-seven Pilgrims, remain close
(to one another)
Street by street, cobblestone, and weeds.
We’re on the way to John the Baptist’s home
Up a long narrow walled street, with a huge
Archway—; we are all tired, from the long
Plane ride, our eyes half-closed,
But nobody is that tired to not go.

No: 7554



8—the Crickets and I
(a poem for Emmaus)


There’s an old Jewish cemetery in Ancient Emmaus,
Entrenched is a cross, made with old headstones with no names,
An old stone arch resides behind it all, I’m sure it has
many tales to tell...

It lies at the crossroads, leading to Jerusalem,
There’s an old stone path to the left,
I’m sure it will not remember me,
When I’m long gone,
Yes, it will remain all the same,
it has already for two-thousand years; anyhow:
Jesus walked on this path, within and around
this pleasant oasis, where he met two strangers,
broke bread with them.
Nearby there’s an old tomb:
from the time of King Herod’s day.
It’s hot as a devil’s hearth here, but it’s also
peaceful and quite: just me and the crickets.

No: 2755 (7-21-2010)


9—Summer in the Holy land (2010)


After a trying day visiting: Lazarus’ tomb,
The Dead Sea, Old Jericho, the Caves of Qumran—
now in Tiberias,
With the hot blazing sky, melting the exacting shadows below—
(meaning all of us within the pilgrimage) evening comes upon us.

I plunge though the full hot evening meal.
Study the places I’ll go see next, tomorrow, like a scribe
studying the Dead Sea Scrolls—then call it a-day.

Inside me (sleeping) birds are flying though some mist,
and horses are galloping in the high grasses:
as the new day opens none too soon.

No. 2757 (7-21-2010)



10—the Old Ruins at Jericho


How strange to think giving up all ambition
to breathe again—
Suddenly I see with unclear eyes
The old stone ruins, city walls, tower of
Tel Sultan
Standing over the oldest city of all time
Jericho (9000 BC)
That has fallen to its ransacked knees.
Oh, how it must have been,
in those far-off days
Nothing but a dried up skeleton—now,
stands before me!


Note: Wednesday 7-21-2010/No: 2758



11—Rujm—el—Hiri: Awaken at


Dr. Siluk, nearing the first large circle at the Rigal



We are approaching: “Stone Heap of the Wild Cat”
(Gigal Rephaim)
A place where giants from outer space and time
now, long forgotten, lived and worshiped:
lived and worship in and around
this ancient of shrines—mingled with humankind:
the sect was called: the Rephaim.

They have long roots, these demonic beings,
that stretch back to the Watchers, the
now infamous: Angelic Renegades: the demonic
offspring, that settled this land with King Og
killed and destroyed by King David, 1000 BC.

Here history brings to mankind, a tunnel of hurtling
darkness, a storm awaiting, a horrific ending
where earthly giants—became gods to men, where
ceremonies, and pagan worship took place—
where hurtled darkness still remains, and where
Princess Nogia Nogia gave her blessings
to the gods of her time…


No: 2747/7-22-2010


12—Hotel Bar (Jerusalem)


The coffee’s strong, tonight—
The piano music, in the dinning room
was mellow, like Nat King Cole.

Now a saxophone is playing
rustic music as if lost in the woods—

And the bartender is watching T.V.

A guy to my left is watching four women
chitchatting, and an old man is
checking his email, on the hotel computer.

The Hotel lobby is echoing, as I sit alone
sipping, just sipping my coffee—
trying to stretch-out the evening:
tomorrow I’ll venture out
to the Golan Heights to see what is called
The Wheel of the Giants,
an ancient hand of the Devil’s!

No: 2748 (7-22-2010) Written at Restal hotel Tiberias

13—the Tumulus:
at the Circle of Rephaim

(Written while inside the tumulus, at the Circle of Rephaim, 7-23-2010; 8:30 a.m.)


It is in the morning.
The countryside is yellow with dry tall grass;
Dotted with rocks, silent within this near
five-circle structure.
Brown dried fungus, on these old stones
Forty-two-thousand tons of them, boulders,
on top of boulders, on top of boulders.
Nowhere else on earth, have they built
such a ruin (the: Rujm El-Hiri;
Stone Heap of the Wildcat)
It is a saga of its own: extending beyond
the vast doors of the Great Flood.

I stepped down within the tumulus,
looked inside its deep tomb
(the sun and wind weaving above and below
the rocks surrounding me, cooling
my sixty-two year old bones).

Now I rise from this heap: raw to the bones—
Muscles sore, yet I know I have to tackle
the remaining morning sun—while
wondering what more should I find,
and only God knows!

No: 2749



14—Solitude of the Rujm-el-Hiri

((Written at the 3rd Circle of the Rephaim) (Written 7-23-2010, while visiting the site 9:00 a.m.))



Dr. Siluk, with Dr. Alon Gelbmon near the tumulus


They are grey, tarnished with dark blood,
these hard stones that ring when you clap them together.
There are forty-two thousand tons of them
at the Circle of Rephaim, here, now where I stand
amongst, the many hidden tombs, now empty, within this
wheel shaped heap stone circle, amongst the field of
yellow tall grass.
Here is where the Rephaim Giant’s tabernacle resides,
where once these giants roamed and warred
amongst each other, mankind—; here
is where Princess Nogia Nogia, lived and died;
her name meaning: blessing of the ancient gods.

No: 2750


15—the Heap of the Wildcat
((Where the Giants Roamed) (the Rephaim Circle))


They came down from the clouds,
these Angelic Renegades(wicked beasts),
left, their first abode,
to cohabitate with the pretties of women
the earth had to offer…(of flesh and bone)
in the land called the Golan Heights,
near Syria. Here is were the giant sons
called the Nephilim warred with the giant
warriors of King Og, of the Rephaim—
(for 6000-years); here is where
within the year (?) 1000 BC, King David
killed the last of them, along with King Og.

Note: Written at 3:00 a.m.,

No: 2751, 7-24-2010. Having visited the actual site, a day before



16— Room of the Last Supper

In the room where held, the Last Supper (I stood)
Checkered sunlight fell through the window and door
In a long slant across the floor
And to somewhere beyond, fell my mind
Into a preoccupied manner—as if in a chant
And I saw a vision, a cancerous woman in our group
Was being un-blotched from within, with a pure mist!

No: 2758 (7-27-2010) In Jerusalem


17—the Lights of Tel Aviv


From the beach, night lights of Tel Aviv


At Night—the city glows in Tel Aviv
Like a train fully lit of lit popsicles,
And the big lit bulb called: the moon
(—hanging over the city like a fat balloon)
Gives light to the beach off the Mediterranean,
Is never quite empty—so it seems, appears:
Never quite empty even at midnight…


Written in Tel Aviv at the hotel ((12:15 p.m.)(7-25-2010)); No: 2754
(No: 21 in the Israel series)


18—Meeting: Amir Or

I’m on Holiday
I’m celebrating life
You are part of it…!


Written in Tel Aviv at the hotel ((12:15 p.m.)(7/2010)); No: 2755
(No: 212in the Israel series)/ Amir Or, Israeli Poet (Inspired by CJ)


Conversation with Amir Or

((Israeli poet, Helicon: director for the Society for the Advancement of Poetry in Israel) (9:00 a.m., to 9:45 a.m.))


We met this Sunday morning (7-25-2010), we had a warm greeting. At first I spoke some Hebrew, simple greetings. We talked about the translations of poems (such as with English or Hebrew to: Japanese, or Egyptian, Greek, and even into Spanish—along with the older designs within language). We talked briefly about Juan Parra del Riego (Peruvian Poet, and how the first of his poetry being translated into English by me, was most recently), and Cesar Vallejo, who was a contemporary poet with Riego—who met one another in Paris, and Vallejo’s first published and translated poems into English were by Robert Bly—a friend of mine, who back fifty-years ago did Vallejo’s first English translation from Spanish along with Pablo Neruba, and Amir expressed: translations of this kind first started fifty years ago.
Again I repeat he was genuine, warm and friendly, seemingly leaving it open to be a friend, a poet to poet thing, conversation, meeting, no rivalry. His hair was shorter than I had expected—when he first walked into the café looking about for us, shorter than I had seen in his pictures anyhow, he was about my height, some eight to ten years younger, and perhaps 160-pounds, my weight. He enjoyed reading the first page of one of the two books I gave him, the first being: “The Tale of: Willie the Humpback Whale” first edition, 1983. He commented, after I said “This can be for your daughter,” he replied, “No, this is for me,” and chuckled. He had a soft, good, and kind laugh. He might have been a tinge on guarded side, wondering why I wanted to see him in particular, and I explained, I sensed he was one of Israel’s better known poets, had many awards, I liked his poetry and my wife at my request was seeking out a worthy poet, of the people for the times, and came up with his name for me.
There was a moment of silence between us, but it was well taken (not uneasiness, just a holy need to catch our breaths.) Amir, like myself, like both of us, talked briefly on the Rephaim Circle, where I had just come from, two days prior to this meeting—which was in the Golan Heights.
He was drinking I think carrot juice, as was my wife drinking orange juice, and I had coffee, a double shot of espresso, with warm milk on the side, at the “Bistro,” café, 300 Dizengoff Street.
I do believe I mentioned to Amir that we are both poets of the people for our times (a person note: which require one to be upfront, genuine, honest, and to weigh his or her poetic view: we are responsible for what we say and write).
Rosa my wife asked a few personal questions, one being: if he was married, and he replied: that he was divorced, and that she was Japanese, and like she did for me, his wife once did for him, in helping him with his translations. Now he had a girlfriend he lived with, or that they were living together.
I gave him a second book, “The Macabre Poems,” written and published in 2004, and he replied “Quite a difference…” and he gave me I believe was his most recent book “Plates from the Museum of Time and other poems.” The rest of the conversation was on generalities. He suggested we go and explore the beach in Tel Aviv (after the meeting), and allowed us to end the get-together.

Dennis Siluk


20—Doom Thoughts: in Tel Aviv
(Written at the airport)


When the putrid living are planning on
entering the dead, the new world
graveyards smell rancid.

They’re moving away from—what
was once, their dreams
to live into the dead world
that has no seams.
You move like a ghost, like loose wind
so I hear: and there is no more blue skies,
just a black dome overhead, which
makes you powerless.

Sounds of rowing boats and the waves can
be heard from any point, or port
in Hades’ Sea;
you live in the present—breathless among
the many!

In Hades or in Hell, everything reveals itself,
in human shape again—
There’s even a torrent wind with eyes
watching your ever move.

All this waits for the putrid at heart, beyond
the grave—our last blessings.



Note: Written at the Tel Aviv Airport, 7-25-2010, waiting to
Catch a plane to Madrid, Spain No: 2755



21—Creation of Nothingness

I know soon I will turn into nothingness—
And my spirit so longs to stay real:
Cravings in my skin (I suppose)
They remember the last sixty-two-years
Of sensations (smells and pleasures,
and all such things; the movement of weight and,
the coming of winters and springs)
They don’t know what they’re going to be next,
But I tell them: we’ll be shepherds of Twilight—
at best, among the creatures of nothingness.

No: 2756 Written while at the Airport in Tel Aviv, 7-15-2010




22—At the Wailing Wall

Spirits are wailing at the Jerusalem Wall
Pleading with the flesh and all
To take charge, correct (before God recalls)!
These are voiceless shepherds
Who now are immortal souls—as
They wither and fade away…
God has given them one more Day!


Note: Last poem to be written on this Israeli Journey in July of 2010: No: 2757, now in flight over Turkey (the airlines had to reroute from Greece which there is a strike going on to go through, Turkey, adding two and a half hours delay and flight. 7-25 and 26-2010



An Overview of:
The Circle of Rephaim
(With two poems) 10,000 BC to 2016 AD



Quotes and Notes

."...and he called his name Jared, for in his days the angels of the Lord descended on the earth, those who are named the Watchers, that they should instruct the children of men, and that they should do judgment and uprightness on the earth." (Jubilees 4:15)
“There were giants in the earth in those days, and also after…and they bare children…the same became mighty men…men of renown.” Gen. 6:4 [The Nephilm/giants of those days.]

“It shall be exactly as it was in the days before Noah” Matt. 24:38; Luke 17:27


Names used for the “Circle of Giants”

Circle of Refaim; Gigal Refaim; Circle of Raphiam; Rujm el Hiri
and Wheel of the Giants (in: Hebrew), and Stone Heap of the Wildcat (in: Arabic)also, thought to be the tomb of Og, giant king from before the Great Flood (Deuteronomy 3:11)


The Circle


Dr. Siluk and his wife in at the Circle of Rephaim (in back of them in the fields)




The Circle of Raphaim has been dated to 3200 BC. I personally find this could be extended by 800-years to 4000 BC, meaning the circle had been under construction at about 4000 BC, assuming the Giants of old, and those two hundred Angelic Renegades were part of the Nephilim Empire of that age, who lived in the time of Enoch, are the same ones who built the Circle of Raphaim, or at least started it, which was before the Great Flood, and the time of Noah. Assuming this and accepting this as fact and assuming the Great Flood was somewhere between 3200 to 3600 BC, and the Great Circle was part of their meeting place at that period, and a graveyard for the over 8000-tombs thus far found on the site, have been found within the Circle of Raphaim (or Refaim) then, it would to me stand to reason, the Circle was built or could have been built over a period of several hundred years, perhaps completed after the flood when there were only a few giants left, prior to the flood during the great battles of the giants, is more likely when the circle would have been under construction, and those ungainly giants put to rest; before the flood there were 409,000-giants, after the flood, you could have put them in one American Military Battalion of soldiers I do believe. Thus instead of a date of 5200-hundred years, we come nearer to a 6000-year old period; either way the site is one of a kind.


The Giants



The story of the Watchers (and their giant offspring for the most part) may be found in the book of Enoch (perhaps 5000-years old), in the Pseudepigrapha. In reality, some of the Nephilim were from a planet I do believe just outside our solar system. What truth that surrounds this is, the Sumerians believe they were of that race, and perhaps they were, and they came from some planet outside our planetary system, but nearby. From these giant figures, came the Anunaki. Putting theory aside, we can only say, we are perhaps a link to a very extensive past—with all respect intended to my Christian beliefs.

History of the Names


N e-phil´-im, which means fallen ones ((from naphal, to fall) (Dead Giants, the sons of Anak, giving his name to the clan))
As Rephaim they were well known (a caste of Giants) the Rephaim, came from Rapha, a noble one among them, giving his name as did Anak, to a clan, the Palestine branch was named after Anak.


We can see in Genesis 14:5, there is a 1st and second generation of Nephilim, to put this into a comparison, Gilgamesh would be from the 2nd Generation, and pure angelic being from the first, the 1st having more power and strength than the second, that is to say, the 2nd was not on par with the first. Their story takes place in the land of Zuzim (of old), not all that far from the ‘Dead Sea,’ and just a tinge farther from Jerusalem.


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The Nephilm ((Cold Twilight) (A Short Epic Poem))

The twilight was coldThey wore warm garmentsPelts to cover their flesh!(They came in the middle of winterTo the circle of the RaphaimCame descending from the heavens The Shinning Ones, the Nephilm).They came from the cosmos,To put yokes around the necksOf humankind—humanity’s loveliest!To put yokes around their shadowsIn the cold twilight of the night.They had come to kill JewsTo subdue JerusalemTo make their woes right.(These Old Giants, Angelic renegades;Watchers from the Heavens.)When they slept, they rested—Beside a roaring fire!…And the wind and air filled withWhirling particles, pieces of faces, Shadows exposed—all with deep Yellowish-red glows.Damned by God, these rebellious foes (These giant immortals, of pre-history) This gray ocean of demonic beasts Will come once more in the end days: Came, blazing a path through historyCame with sullen roars of madnessOf revenge for old woes…!¡

: 5/29/06 #1361







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Nightshade


In the stir-less night
Of nights that have no seams
Rooted in death
Down and around narrow spiral paths
They rattled like rattlesnakes
Buzz like dozens of blundering flies
With monstrous thighs, shoulders and eyes
Like: snakes, owls, hawks wildcats
Half-demonic, with riveting jaws
With grotesqueness, they scratched and gnaw
In the doming shade of night,
Waiting for sunlight, this yet to be
Last battled called Armageddon
The Giants of the Circle of Refaim!

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No: 2772 (4-13-2010)



Why This Place

Circle of Raphaim



King Og


The stone circles stand for the earthen gods and fertility, with each circle representing a season of the year or a god responsible for that season. This was once a highly respected place to the gods or demigods, or Nephilim. The knowledge to build this place came out of Babel, it has been said, but who gave it to Babel (and what portions of it was built during the time of Babel, and post flood period is not available or known at present),is this not the deeper question? The site is highly energetic—creating a positive energy circle, making it a future site for blessings—and has healing waters, minerals for good health. Considered a Pagan ceremonial site for the most part, and managed at one time by a priestess named Nogia Nogia—meaning giver of blessings by the ancient gods—in essence, it is a ritual center and temple of sorts.


Sometime within this archeological maze, the ancient giants, sons of the Watchers, after the Great Flood, completed in building this Great Circle of Og, or as it also is known: Rujm-el-Hiri, considered to some, a star-worship site by the Canaanite Giants of that day, from the tribes: Refa’im, Anakim, Emim, Zuzim: this sites resides in the Bashan Plateau, near Moshav Yonatan, and Tiberias, in Israel. This period we are looking at is the Chalcolithic, 4300 to 3300 BC (6300-years ago).


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Current Acknowledgements
Given to the author: Dennis L. Siluk:


I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed your short story, “Uni’s Street Corner” in Lake Area Business this month. Thanks for sharing this wonderful piece!!

Gloria Stafford, Minnetrista, MN


“I received your book “Last Autumn and Winter”…. It's beautiful you have really captured Minnesota. And I love that it is in Spanish and English. … Thanks so much for sending this treasure to me Dennis.”

Gail Weber, Editor and Owner of “Exploring Tosca”
A Minnesota cultural magazine (5-25-2010)

“…you have been designated Godfather of… the National Newspaper of Peru (“The Voice of the People… is the Voice of God”)… in merit to your fine virtues and profession of service that you have shown throughout your exemplary life that everybody appreciates, admires, and exalts.”

Director, Apolinario Mayta Inga & Manager Rivera Flores, October 7, 2009


One of Dennis’ books have been added to the World of Literature and Culture in Peru “Peruvian Poems (and other Poems)” in English and Spanish. 2009-2010

The Synergy Group Recommended Reading (April, 2010) pertaining to topics on Behavioral and Emotional Health, the book: “The Path to Sobriety…” by Dr. Dennis L. Siluk

Editor’s Picks: ‘exploring Tosca,’ a Minnesota, Cultural Magazine, winter 2010 Issue: Short Stories for Men and Women: “A Leaf and a Rose…” (and other stories) by award winning author Dennis Siluk is a perfect gift for scholar or non scholar—and especially for the world traveler.”

“Seems you can write your books faster than I can read them. I don't know how you do it. A poet, an artist and a writer - and much more I'm sure. I may have to have a wall in my office just dedicated to the genius of Dennis Siluk.” 2-18-2010 —Gail Weber, Editor, “Exploring Tosca”

Musical Work by Dennis L. Siluk, 1947: “The Journey Never Ends” (sound cassette): Registration Number/date: TXu000840061/1998-4-20. Edition: Rev. & add ed. 18-songs