that his blood was black, dark … If the blood had come from cuts inflicted by the emeralds, it would have been red.”
“Why?”
“The body has many mysteries, and blood is one of them. We just don’t know. What we can say is that depending on what part of the body it comes from, blood seems to have a different color. That’s why I know that the emeralds didn’t cut his insides, because if they had, his blood, just like the blood that would flow from your arm if I cut it right now with my knife, would have been red, red and shiny. However, black blood doesn’t come from cuts which confirms that it contained a substance that dulled its color, that made it dirty. But we will never know what substance it was.”
“And the Templars? How could they pass themselves off as Moors?”
“I just said that the Templars have a profound knowledge of the Muslim world and of its sects (that of the Sufis, for example, and that of the Ismailis). Impersonating Saracen doctors was easy for them. So, we will accept that they were two Templars. First of all, they fulfill the cabalistic precept of the two members.”
“What do you mean?”
“You will learn bit by bit, Jonas. You can’t try and acquire the most profound knowledge, secrets and scriptures of man and Mother Earth in just one day. It is enough to know that the Templars always go in pairs. Even their sigillum displays two Templars riding together on the same horse, an allegorical reading of knowledge that leads to the adeptus via the path of Initiation.”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” he sighed.
“And that’s the way it must be for now, boy.” But I continued with my argument. “There were two of them, and they were pretending to be Arabs with such conviction that they even convinced the innocent son of the innkeeper, who came across them by coincidence while they were praying to Mecca. All irreproachable. But the Templars are vain. They were so convinced of their superiority, of their efficiency and courage, that they were used to leaving small traces, tiny signs that lay dormant for years waiting for someone to uncover them.”
“And what traces did they leave this time, frere?” asked Jonas, excited.
“Their fake names, do you remember?”
“Yes. They were Adab Al-Acsa and Fat Al-Yedom.”
“Remind me that one of the first things I must teach you are the Arabic and Hebrew languages. Nowadays, you cannot travel the world without them.”
“Surely, these names hide something that I am not able to understand.”
“Exactly. You see, the first thing you have to do is listen to the sound. However, we only have the transcription of an ignorant man, whose ears are not accustomed to the rhythm of the Arabic language. So, the first thing we have to do is listen.”
“Adab Al-Acsa and Fat Al-Yedom.”
“Very good. Now, let’s take it word by word: Adab; Adab is, without a doubt, Ádâb, which means ‘punishment’, so you can see that we are on the right track. As far as Al-Acsa, there’s no problem there. It is obviously referring to the Al-Aqsa mosque, which means ‘The Only One’, located within the compound of the Temple of Solomon and which the Templars used as their residence, as a presbytery house or mother house, from the time of King Baldwin II until the fall of Jerusalem. So although it seems a bit complex, the translation of Adab Al Acsa would be ‘Punishment of The Only One’, or more or less, ‘Punishment of the Templars’.”
“Amazing!”
But we still have the second name: Fat Al-Yedom. Fat, like Adab, isn’t too difficult. It refers to Fath which means ‘victory’ but victory of whom? The truth is that I don’t know, nor remember having read anything about a man or a place called Al-Yedom but it’s a very big world, and, as proved by Al-Juarizmi, whose real name was Muhammad ibn Musá, the Earth is a huge round sphere that can be traveled eternally without a beginning or an end. Maybe there is
“Why?”
“The body has many mysteries, and blood is one of them. We just don’t know. What we can say is that depending on what part of the body it comes from, blood seems to have a different color. That’s why I know that the emeralds didn’t cut his insides, because if they had, his blood, just like the blood that would flow from your arm if I cut it right now with my knife, would have been red, red and shiny. However, black blood doesn’t come from cuts which confirms that it contained a substance that dulled its color, that made it dirty. But we will never know what substance it was.”
“And the Templars? How could they pass themselves off as Moors?”
“I just said that the Templars have a profound knowledge of the Muslim world and of its sects (that of the Sufis, for example, and that of the Ismailis). Impersonating Saracen doctors was easy for them. So, we will accept that they were two Templars. First of all, they fulfill the cabalistic precept of the two members.”
“What do you mean?”
“You will learn bit by bit, Jonas. You can’t try and acquire the most profound knowledge, secrets and scriptures of man and Mother Earth in just one day. It is enough to know that the Templars always go in pairs. Even their sigillum displays two Templars riding together on the same horse, an allegorical reading of knowledge that leads to the adeptus via the path of Initiation.”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” he sighed.
“And that’s the way it must be for now, boy.” But I continued with my argument. “There were two of them, and they were pretending to be Arabs with such conviction that they even convinced the innocent son of the innkeeper, who came across them by coincidence while they were praying to Mecca. All irreproachable. But the Templars are vain. They were so convinced of their superiority, of their efficiency and courage, that they were used to leaving small traces, tiny signs that lay dormant for years waiting for someone to uncover them.”
“And what traces did they leave this time, frere?” asked Jonas, excited.
“Their fake names, do you remember?”
“Yes. They were Adab Al-Acsa and Fat Al-Yedom.”
“Remind me that one of the first things I must teach you are the Arabic and Hebrew languages. Nowadays, you cannot travel the world without them.”
“Surely, these names hide something that I am not able to understand.”
“Exactly. You see, the first thing you have to do is listen to the sound. However, we only have the transcription of an ignorant man, whose ears are not accustomed to the rhythm of the Arabic language. So, the first thing we have to do is listen.”
“Adab Al-Acsa and Fat Al-Yedom.”
“Very good. Now, let’s take it word by word: Adab; Adab is, without a doubt, Ádâb, which means ‘punishment’, so you can see that we are on the right track. As far as Al-Acsa, there’s no problem there. It is obviously referring to the Al-Aqsa mosque, which means ‘The Only One’, located within the compound of the Temple of Solomon and which the Templars used as their residence, as a presbytery house or mother house, from the time of King Baldwin II until the fall of Jerusalem. So although it seems a bit complex, the translation of Adab Al Acsa would be ‘Punishment of The Only One’, or more or less, ‘Punishment of the Templars’.”
“Amazing!”
But we still have the second name: Fat Al-Yedom. Fat, like Adab, isn’t too difficult. It refers to Fath which means ‘victory’ but victory of whom? The truth is that I don’t know, nor remember having read anything about a man or a place called Al-Yedom but it’s a very big world, and, as proved by Al-Juarizmi, whose real name was Muhammad ibn Musá, the Earth is a huge round sphere that can be traveled eternally without a beginning or an end. Maybe there is
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