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Thirty-three Candles (1949)

by David Horowitz

Horowitz calls Moses Guibbory's The Bible in the Hands of Its Creators "the strangest book in the world" (p. 229).

Thirty-three Candles, Horowitz's account of the origins of Guibbory's book, is even stranger, and by a significant margin.

(If The Bible in the Hands of Its Creators (a.k.a. "The Blue Book") comes as news to you, you can read all about it before continuing here. There's a link at the bottom of that page that will bring you back to this very spot.)

Ready? Read on, for bizarre excerpts (lots of them, and believe me, there could've been two or three times as many) from the venerable cult-leader story: Boy Meets Messiah, Boy Introduces Messiah to Famous Radio Personality, Famous Radio Personality Loses Wife, Home, Fortune, and Pretty Much Everything to Messiah.

  • November was coming to an end; it was 1927 -- one of the years I had hoped would prove significant. For I had never forgotten the numerals "1927" and "1933" which had been naturally formed in 1923 by a snowdrift against the side of the chicken coop at farm number Three in New Jersey. (71-2)
  • I rose with the sun the next morning -- and dawn in Jerusalem is a glorious sight to behold. Upon my arrival at the Cave I found the mysterious stranger pacing back and forth. I greeted him with a Shalom, but he did not interrupt his almost automatic pacing for about another five minutes. Then he came over to where I was leaning against the rock. "Shalom," he said heartily.

    He led me about in the area outside the cave and then we seated ourselves upon a mound close by. Somehow the discussion led to the problem of beliefs and worships among the various peoples in the world. Suddenly his expression challenged me with an unspoken question. I understood. "The people in the world still worship `gold' as a god! There is no true faith anywhere," I said with emphasis. "Man the creature has run amuck in his greed and lust for power. He has taken all things for granted, and is ungrateful to the Giver of Life. There is a mad rush everywhere after things of vanity that profit nothing. Yes, `gold' is still the god of the world!"

    He asked what I meant. He wanted me to be more explicit. Not being able to explain myself further with words, I took my right hand and drew a large dollar sign on the soil of the mound. "This is the god of the world!" I exclaimed. As I was so engaged, however, my left hand fumbled with the soil, as one usually does with the sand on the beach, and, as I finished the final stroke of the dollar sign, it automatically picked up an object which had a strange feel to it. I looked at it curiously. It had the semblance of an ancient seal. "Look what I found!" I said. He took it and studied it closely. The round, flat face thereof seemed to bear no imprint. It was all clogged up with hard clay. Here, no doubt, it had lain hidden for hundreds of years. The Stranger took a pin from his lapel and began to scratch and clean the object.

    Presently, without a word he handed it back. I took one good look and rose in astonishment. My discovery was a metal seal, such as is used to make an impression in wax, and on the imprinting surface was the very symbol I had just drawn on the soil -- a dollar sign. I was flabbergasted.

    "What shall I do with it?" I stuttered nervously. "Shall I throw it away, since it is a symbol of idolatry?" "No," he said. "Keep it, and remember how you found it!" So I have kept and cherished this seal. I found out later from an authoritative source at the Smithsonian Institute that the insignia represented a serpent coiled like an S with two human thigh bones crossing it. I further learned that this symbol, which dated back thousands of years, indicated a diety [sic] known as "the goddess of the earth."

    The incident convinced me that this meeting was the beginning of something momentous. I was positive that the finding of the seal was a definite sign. (79-80)

  • I finally learned his name: Moshe, and he asked if I would care to witness him welcome the Sabbath at evening. I told him that I would be delighted. He said he would need thirty-three candles. "I shall be happy to bring them," I said. (82)
  • When I arrived Moshe was standing at the Cave. I gave him the candles. He asked me to excuse him while he went in to prepare them. The sun was just about setting when he came up again and invited me to welcome the Sabbath with him. I entered the darkness with a happy heart. I felt something was pending, but I could not know what. My host led me into the small eastern antechamber which was on the same level as the main chamber. Here, facing the East, on a rock-hewn shelf, were two boards lying flat on the rock. On the front board stood seven candles securely fixed; on the other were twenty-six, so arranged that they spelled out the name Jehovah in the four Hebrew characters yod, heh, vav, heh -- all told thirty-three. Of course, I knew that seven and twenty-six were significant biblical numbers. Seven represented the "eyes of the Lord which hold a survey throughout all the earth," the seven spirits and the seven symbolic pipes to the candlestick, and "Jehovah" in Hebrew, numerically, adds up to twenty-six. I could now understand why the Stranger asked for thirty-three candles. Even the Cabbalists associate this number with occasions of joy and happiness. (83-4)
  • I immediately began to tell [Hilel Cejtlin] about the Sanhedrin Cave-dweller. No sooner had I begun my story than he interrupted to say that he had heard about him through newspaper accounts, and that he had greatly wondered about him.

    "Please tell me everything you saw and experienced there in the Cave," he asked most anxiously. "Try to remember every word he spoke to you and repeat it to me. This episode interests me more than words can express," said Cejtlin seriously.

    I was tremendously pleased. Up to now very few had been interested in my Cave experiences. Now here was a scholar, a famed writer well recognized in the Hebraic world, who was most anxious to hear the whole story. (95)

  • As we sat there over the large table, I enthusiastically related my story. I told him of my experiences with the thirty-three candles; the finding of the ancient seal, which I showed him; the school-children dancing in the circle previously made by the Cave-dweller; the predictions, and so on. (95)
  • Then he rose and went to fetch an old volume from his large library. It was a cabalistic work. He opened it to a certain page and pointed out a passage written in Aramaic. "There it is," he said. "Cabalistically, it is written in this ancient volume that a man by the name of Moshe would appear at this particular time in a Jerusalem Cave." I was noticeably moved. (95)
  • The headline ran something like this: "The end of the Messiah of the Jerusalem Cave." The article had originally been printed in a German paper by one Artur Koestler. This writer gave a vivid description of his interview with the Cave-dweller and cited some of his prophecies. (96)
  • In 1928 I raised my single voice against British policy in regard to Palestine. Zionist leaders at that time did not dare speak up to England. They asked for a "finger" and got nothing. Had they demanded a "hand" they undoubtedly would have been given a "finger." (102)
  • Soon after my arrival in California, I was able to get work as an extra in the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer studios through the instrumentality of Willie. I participated in a number of pictures. (115)
  • I felt somewhat relieved that I did not have to resume the journey to the Near East with the swarthy oriental who on occasions, in his seat near mine on the train through Italy, played with an open knife in a half-jesting, halt-threatening manner and this after his pointed remarks that Israel had no business in the Holy Land. (131)
  • No sooner had we seated ourselves when Moshe arose and commenced to speak of me in a prophetic manner. Then, quite openly and in an unmistakably definitive manner he declared: "This is the David spoken of in Ezekiel and in other places of the bible as the Prince of Israel and Judah." I had never expected such an open declaration on his part. (147)
  • Moses then emptied the last of the oil on his hands and smeared it on the heads and faces of Baruch, Avraham, Abba Levi, and Ezra Maslavi.

    Everything in the world, I thought, must center around what took place here this day. The event, one way or another, I strongly felt, must have its repercussions in the near future and the whole world would have to reckon with it. (153)

  • Moshe himself seemed unusually resolute and determined. He almost appeared challenging and combative. He gave the impression that he would let nothing disturb what he had set out to do. And then he announced the work schedule to begin this 29th day of June. It was nothing less grandiose than the writing of a new law for Israel -- the final completion by Moses the second of the unfinished task begun at Mount Sinai more than 3,500 years ago by Moses the first. (156)
  • From the revelations of the Cave-dweller, the answer to all the whys and wherefores became revealed to me. It could be found within that family of beings biblically called Ish, which existed prior to Adam. A scientific document, based on philological facts, alone can give the definitive story. (162)
  • [T]he work resumed in full swing as the year 1933 came upon us. This was that other year whose numerals I had seen formed on the snowdrift against the chicken house in 1923. (166)
  • About this time, too, an incident occurred in the Romema home that disturbed me greatly. The Cave-dweller had purchased a large mahogany cabinet. The mover had difficulty getting it through the door and it seemed about to fall. Moshe momentarily lost his temper and became quite excited in the common way of man. I found it hard to associate such action with the calm, composed and prophetic-like man I had met in the Cave in 1927. It was the first time I had witnessed him in such a state. But, as the days went by and the research was resumed, I dismissed the incident from my mind. (171)
  • On another occasion, due to my apparent opposition to his constant rush and impatience, Moshe lost his temper and threw a metal paper-puncher on the floor. This incident so upset me that I went on strike for nearly three days. (175)
  • A few months previous while we were seated around the table during one of Baruch's visits to the Romema homestead, Baruch had suddenly fallen into a trance. As he stared ahead his hand groped for a pencil, which was quickly placed before him. He took it automatically and proceeded to write some words in Hebrew on the back of a used cigarette package. When he came to, we examined the writing and found that it was addressed to Sarah. (183)
  • Many thoughts ran through my mind as the vessel plied its way through the still and peaceful Atlantic. I wondered how the Lord would guide my ways in connection with the publication of this terrific and voluminous work which the Vulcania now carried to the Wilderness of America. I thought of publishers, printers, rich men, Rabbis, scholars, professors, laymen, my family, and so on. "The Bible in the Hands of Its Creators," the title which Moshe had chosen for the book instead of a previous choice, namely, "Thus hath said Jehovah," was revolutionary in content; nay, provocative and disturbing; it would surely upset all classes of mankind. I had received instructions to publish it as soon as possible -- within a year; the English of close to 4,000 pages still needed revision and editorial work. The thought of what lay ahead in the small space of time allotted, almost overwhelmed me. (186)
  • It was a final revelation of all the secrets concealed in the Bible. It would sweep away all the contradictions and confusions of the entire religious world. It would declare to groping man all the generations from the beginning. Many secrets of life would be revealed. It would bring to life the lost ten tribes of Israel. It would, above all, declare final salvation to man and sound the trumpet for the advent of a man of God on earth. (187)
  • So from Macmillan the Jerusalem "Package" travelled to the Garden City Company, but it soon followed in Macmillan's footsteps with a rejection. From Garden City it went to Doubleday Doran and on August 28, 1934, I received the following letter from Ken McCormick of the Doubleday Doran editorial staff:
    Mrs. Pomphrey of the Garden City Publishing Company has turned over to me your manuscript THE BIBLE IN THE HANDS OF ITS CREATORS. This is certainly a colossal work and I have every admiration for the terrific amount of labor and love you have put into it. I only regret to say that we are not in a position to publish it at the present time. I wish you every success in marketing it.
  • I had been in my new abode only four days when word came from Funk and Wagnalls that they had summoned "Hebrew scholars" to examine the book and found it unworthy of publication. (197)
  • For would not all the forces of the netherworld be let loose against me? I reasoned. Had not I been commissioned to bring forth the word of God to all mankind? (199)
  • I was certain by now that I would never find either a Jewish or Christian firm that would undertake to publish The Bible in the Hands of Its Creators. I had tried in vain. All doors were closed.

    The more I thought of it, the more I realized that this "self-publication" was the only thing left.... After much deliberation, I decided that the best thing to do would be to found a group or Society as a medium or organ for publication. A Society, properly organized, could solicit funds and advance subscriptions. But a Society needed people. I got in touch with those few I had met of late, a handful in all. Tena and her husband agreed to let us use their home for the first meeting.

    Before calling this first meeting, I was inspired with the thought that there could be no better name for the Society that the unique and intriguing title of the book itself. I decided, therefore, to introduce Society of the Bible in the Hands of Its Creators as the official name of the organization....

    And so, at this little gathering, the instrument for the publication of the "unwanted" Jerusalem research came to birth -- in name, if not in fact. For although nothing concrete came out of this little group, it accomplished its end. Within a short time, contact with most of these people was lost. Alone I continued to function on the strength of what came to birth at that meeting, namely, the name of the Society. I printed literature, made contacts, and so on -- with the "Society" as the background for my activities. (203)

  • I had written to Moses about this meeting and enclosed the minutes thereof. In reply, Moses wrote, among other things:
    Concerning the Society "in the hands of Its Creators" -- behold, it is a good idea, and if you'll know how to act! But, either way, God be with you....
  • Also, after an interesting session with Dr. W. A. Nichols, the Religious Editor of the New York World Telegram, I succeeded in getting him to write an article about our Society and the book. On October 3rd, 1936, his story appeared as the leading item on the religious page. The headline read: Society Sees New Values Hidden in Old Testament. It was well written and gave our Society and the book its first publicity. I was elated. It brought a number of responses and further inquiries.

    Again, on February 6, 1937, Dr. Nichols carried another feature story about the Jerusalem work. The main headline ran across the full page and read: New Bible Implications Foreshadow Armageddon in Near Future. The two subtitles stated: "Research Puts Finis Within 20 Years," "Americas Involved, According to Prophecy, But Europe is Due for Cataclysmic Upsets With New Empires Born." (205)

  • "Immediately," said Foeldes. "I have engaged a Hebrew linotype operator, a youth by the name of Hyman Kastoff...." (208)
  • The Book! The Book! It was the constant thought in my mind. (211)
  • Before 1938 ended, a letter reached me from Loeble Klein, father of my wife, informing me that Pola had died on October 20, from a tumor. The news stunned me. I was terribly grieved. Memories of my first meeting with Pola and our short life together passed through my mind. I had been tempted many times to journey to Poland and find out for myself why Pola and Emmanuel did not come after I had sent them the tickets. But my Cave host and his work had taken precedence over everything else. Journeying to Poland would have meant interruption in the publication of the work -- and Moses had stated that I was the only one who should publish it and that nothing must stand in its way. Many times I longed to go to Poland. I wanted most eagerly to see Emmanuel. He was but a few weeks old when I held him in my arms that day in 1928 when I left for America. I had written numerous letters, but received few answers. And now Pola was dead. (218)
  • Somehow as I sat there setting type before that huge iron machine which produced lead slugs, the thought of Job's prophetic words came to me: "Who would but grant that my words be written down with an iron pen and lead." And thus another phase in the history of the strangest book in the world commenced. (229)
  • I deliberately withheld whole sections, both small and large. The subject matter of these sections was revolutionary. It not only indicted World-Christianity with all its roots and origins but, also, in ironic and sarcastic language never before employed by mortal, accused it and its founders of the worst treachery, deceit, plagiarism and idolatry. (229)
  • On July 3 a strangely-worded cable arrived from our Cave host. It was addressed to Joseph and me and stated:
  • [The work of The New Moses comes to the attention of then-world-famous radio commentator Boake Carter (who coined the all-too-true phrase, "In time of war, the first casualty is truth").]

    "It is for the above reasons, Mr. Carter, and for many other reasons, that Moses Guibbory, the author of the Jerusalem research, named his work "The Bible in the Hands of Its Creators." In other words, for the first time in history he, Moses Guibbory, without influence of or domination by traditional Christianity or Judaism, namely, Hellenism, has restored the original meaning of the bible." (256)

  • "What about this man, Moses, in Jerusalem?" he inquired hesitantly.

    I showed one of the pictures I had of my Cave host standing at the Sanhedrin Cave and said: "Here is the strangest man walking this earth today." Boake Carter glued his eyes on the prophetic-looking countenance of Moses. (256)

  • Scores of books have been written on the subject and one of the evidences shown to bear out the Hebraic connection of the Anglo-Saxon-Celtic peoples is the very word British. It is a compound of two fundamental Hebrew words, namely, Brith, meaning Covenant, and Ish, meaning man. (266)
  • [Moses's] letter also contained a rough sketch of our official Society seal to be used for the title pages of the book. (286)
  • Moses' research definitely developed that each and every true prophet of Jehovah was a Unit of the Creator and, as such, acted in His behalf on earth and represented Him in every way. It was clear to us from the research that the Unit actually was called by the name "Jehovah" and executed deeds that only the God of all life could accomplish. (324)
  • During this month, DavHarJo [Moses's name for his three main helpers, David, Harold (Boake Carter), and Joseph -- also intended to stand for davar Jehovah, "the word of Jehovah"] had merged into a powerful triumvirate through which the economic problems of the Jerusalem work were finally solved and my Cave host finally freed of the misery of mortal obligations. (332)
  • Since the Society's activities more and more were being conducted unofficially from Boake Carter's office, we had new stationery printed, using Carter's 1440 Broadway address and telephone number. (337)
  • In justification of Moses' constant demands for more funds for Jerusalem -- making his home needs an even greater emergency than the book itself, the message for the world -- I remembered how my Cave host had frequently made it plain that he could never leave Jerusalem, his wife and children, to go on with his world-wide work, until he was sure that his family would be well supported and taken care of in the future. The implication was, it seemed to me, that once he left Jerusalem he might never again, in the light of biblical fulfillment, be able to keep up the same "human" contact with his family. His duty would be to the world -- and his relationship, I felt, would be like a father to all children on earth. He would silently and unknown to moral go on with his singular work that was to lead to the eventual redemption of mankind. There would be no mother, father, wife, children and so on. He would enter the role of Redeemer of mankind as it was clearly brought out in his research. (337-8)
  • From now on I went to the 1440 Broadway office daily and took my place at my desk, which I had moved with the other Society paraphernalia from the uptown "home office." The address was officially changed and, after having sent out several thousand Boake Carter letters, inquiries and subscriptions began to flow in. Some of the first paid subscriptions to the book received at the new office came from leading Americans such as Herbert Hoover, former ambassador J. P. Kennedy [father of John Fitzgerald Kennedy] , and a score of others. (340)
  • But, our argument grew stronger and became hot. Then, in a fit of anger, Harold [Boake Carter] suddenly said: "If you say another word, I'll have the Bible in the Hands of Its Creators get out of this office." His threats went on and it looked as though a break was at hand. For a moment turmoil struck my soul. I wondered whether this would be the last of my friendship with Boake Carter. Everything seemed to be at stake. I couldn't restrain myself.

    "No harm can come to the Word of God or the Society," I retorted in a determined tone. "DavHarJo or no DavHarJo!"

    Dorothy [Boake Carter's wife] intervened. Within a few minutes, Carter apologized. He was sorry for the things he had said. (341)

  • I could not help reflecting upon a statement which Victor Diescher of the Polygon Press had made some months after the pages were run off his press -- a statement which appeared utterly absurd to me. "David, you should be on guard," he declared, "against Carter and Moses. I fear that when Moses comes to America, he and Carter will dismiss you from the Society." "That is ridiculous," I had retorted. "What you say is impossible; you have never met either Carter or Moses." "Alright," he said, "I hope you are right, but be on guard!" (342)
  • But this was another strange development in the seemingly never-ending strange story of the Jerusalem Cave dweller. At about this time, Temple Cottage was frequently visited by two Hollywood stars who had taken time off from the film colony. They were Madelaine Carroll and Sterling Hayden. Sterling came to see Harold quite often and consulted him on a number of things. Harold first disapproved of Sterling's desire to marry Madelaine. But, after a while, he not only gave his blessing, but also arranged a secret marriage for them in a small town in New Hampshire.... Harold made special efforts to bring the newlyweds into the new Bible understanding with us. (344-5)
  • The story added to the fascination and curiosity of our "truant" copper-colored houseboy. ["Aber"] But these were Bible times, Harold and I believed, and biblical doings were in order. (364)
  • The wire, addressed to DavHarJo and containing personal data of which I, too, had been ignorant, came right to the point: "Per passport Moshe Ghibori," it began, "Jew, Russian nationality. Born 1900 in Bogopol, Russian Ukraine. Arrived in Constantinople, Turkey, as refugee in 1922, where he dwelt until 1925, and then, by permission of concerned governments, entered Palestine, residing in Jerusalem since 1930. In 1930 married Zilpah nee Gabdadi, Palestinian citizen born in Jerusalem 1903 or 1901. Her maiden name was officially changed into Ammatyah and notified in Palestine Gazette number 512 on 15th May 1935. We begat three children: Zathyah, born 1931; Ammitzyah, 1933; Zoth, 1935. In 1935 Moses and family became naturalized British subjects.... Following Moses' possible journey to New York, passport renewed May 1940 and is valid till July 1945.... Immigration Department then assured Moses that exit permit and transit visa to New York be granted." (372)
  • Aber had previously mentioned the need of a visit to California. At this meeting he brought up that subject again. He said it was imperative that he journey there a seek out a certain "stone" which, if found, would bring about instant cure of all chronic diseases. He made it plain that he wasn't at all certain he would be able to come upon the "stone" during his visit. He might have to go again at some other time. For the trip, he indicated, he would need ten brand new one hundred dollar bills, five of which, he said, he would have to place in a hidden cave at the mountain where the "stone" was to be found. None of us doubted Aber's intentions. What a wonderful thing such a discovery would be for all mankind, we thought. (400-1)
  • "You would like to knoin who I am in Jehovah's house," Aber replied melodramatically to Harold one evening. "There is a lot you would like to know about me. Well, there are things Jehovah never tells anyone. As long as you live you'll never find out who I am." His tones, again melodiously flowing from his well-shaped mouth, had an almost hypnotic charm about them and Dorothy, Harold and I stood listening almost motionless. "You'll never find out who I am or where I come from." He acted as though in a trance. "Man will never knoin -- but I have come out of the ground, the grave. In Jehovah's house there are things man will never know. I have come out of the grave to you." "Oh, God, Oh God!" Dorothy cried out, bursting into sobs. It was a fearful scene. (450)
  • By April first we saw the first copies of the finished book -- a beautiful volume bound in blue and stamped in gold with the impression of the Sanhedrin Cave. I was terribly proud and happy. My mission -- the dream of more than a decade -- was done. (452)
  • On April sixth, 1943.... The radio was tuned in to Harold's broadcast. Millions of people throughout America were listening too. Most of them never expected to hear what they did. They were in for a shock. At the appointed time Boake Carter began to blow the trumpet. It was a blast that shook the nation.... He made it clear there had been three great writings that had influenced mankind. The first was the Hebrew Bible, the second was the New Testament and the third was Mein Kampf. The fourth book which would change the face of nations and destroy idols, had come upon this world today under the strange title of "The Bible in the Hands of Its Creators.".... It was a gigantic work, the golden voice from the radio continued, the manuscript of which was completed nine years ago. It previewed every single event that had happened in the world since that time. In its pages you would find the pattern of the world of tomorrow as the Creator intended to establish it. Read it and you would either throw it out or find your life being reshaped. It had his. The Bible in the Hands of Its Creators was nothing short of life itself. It was the greatest news story in two thousand years.

    Thus, Boake Carter gloriously blew the bugle of truth to the world. It could not have had a better trumpeter!

    As I sat and listened the tears came to my eyes. I was the happiest man in the world.

    The cosmic message born in the dark and obscure Jerusalem cave of the Seventy Sanhedrin in the month of December, 1927 -- Salvation itself -- was now the world's to accept or reject. (453-4)

  • During the first few days after publication, Aber visited the office almost daily, autographing Moses Guibbory's name to all copies of the limited, gilt-edged edition which had been promised the advance subscribers. Some of them had waited five to seven years for the book and had given up hope of ever seeing the volume. Now at last they were to receive it.

    But the autographing went on slowly; Aber, for some reason, signed but a limited number each visit. For the first time we had to goad him to action. I found it difficult to understand.

    Finally, however, the autographing was finished and the volumes were mailed to all the original subscribers. Moses Guibbory's signature, as penned by Aber, was crude and differed, moreover, in many respects from the author's original. But, having accepted Aber in the exalted Elijah-position, we thought he had the right to autograph the work in the absence of our Cave host who, we never doubted any more, was working through Aber. (455-6)

  • On April 10, Harold strode into the Society offices all wrought up. Dorothy had just informed him that the FBI had come and apprehended Aber at his Fulton Street home, charging Aber with failure to report a change of address to his local Selective Service Board. This hit us very hard. (456-7)
  • We arrived at the Federal Building in Brooklyn just in time. Mr. Goldstein greeted us warmly and introduced us to several FBI agents who were working in his office. One of them, holding a file in his hand, told us that Aber Goldberg, possessor of several aliases, had a past record covering a number of violations. (457)
  • Before the trial took place, however, a new and more terrible shock took place.

    After hearing of Aber's alleged record which the FBI had brought to light, one of the two Society workers from Utica, who had shared our belief in Aber, came to us in tears and revealed a story that completely unnerved us. This young soul, who had ventured to New York City with a letter of introduction from her parents to Dorothy, had been told by Aber, she reported, that she had a basic disease, acquired through the consumption of the wrong foods and in order to be healed, he said, she must accept the "cure" which he alone would prescribe. Believing sincerely as the Carters and all of us did that Aber was a divine person, she had accepted. And was not Mrs. Carter herself at hand most of the time? (458)

  • [Harold] phoned Aber and asked him to come, too. He repeated what had been revealed and demanded an explanation. "Everything can be explained," was Aber's prompt reply. "There are things the world of medicine does not know and sex is a basic problem. I only help the mentally and physically sick; there is a secret about sex; the full background of the cases involved must be known and understood. People only see the surface." (459)
  • Dorothy looked on in bewilderment.

    What else was there to say? What was left but personal bickering? With heavy hearts we finally left. Everything was over. The old days were gone....

    I thought I heard [Dorothy] mutter something to the effect, "Perhaps he did want to have more than one wife." Harold, apparently lost in his thought, missed the implication.

    Within a few days Aber was apprehended again and taken into custody.... The empty "Temple" had an air of gloom like a haunted house. A weird feeling overtook me....

    Looking about hither and thither in the forsaken "temple," Harold finally said something which I knew he had postponed asking as long as possible. "What about Dorothy? Has everything been alright?" His face flushed as he ran to the telephone and phoned his office.

    "In the name of Jehovah, Dorothy, I want you to tell me the truth. Has everything been alright with you?"

    There was a momentary pause -- and then Harold burst into a frantic cry, "Oh God! Oh God! No, no, it couldn't be!" and threw the telephone aside as he went into an uncontrollable frenzy of rage, nearly unto collapse. I seized the phone and told Dorothy to hurry over. She too, was sobbing. I then went to Harold and tried to calm him, but without avail. He stormed about, like an insane man, destroying everything he could lay his hands on. He broke the chairs, kicked over the tables and smashed them and tore up everything....

    When he arose finally he was worn out and calm. "Be compassionate with Dorothy," I said. "We have all passed through a terrible judgment. But the book is out, Aber is gone and we will start anew. Moses will right things when he comes."

    When Dorothy arrived, accompanied by the office worker, she ran up to Harold and they embraced in tears. He was filled with compassion and forgiveness. In explaining, Dorothy gave the same reasons which her companion-in-fate had given. (460-1)

  • A few days after the break with Aber, Harold received news that the Robert Harrison was steaming into the Harbor of New York. The Robert Harrison was a freighter and on it was one passenger.

    The passenger was Moses Guibbory. (461)

  • As we left the ferry, Moses, disarmingly, took out a pack of chewing gum from his pocket and offered some to Harold and me. Harold glinted at me strangely as we began to chew our gum. I knew what was on his mind. Aber had definitely warned us all against this habit. Bad for the gums, he had stated. And now Moses, the moment he had set foot on Manhattan, started out to do something which helped to dispel any thought on our part that there would be a connection between him and Aber. (466)
  • I found this amazing opposition to Joseph utterly impossible to understand. The removal of JO from DAVHARJO was a major catastrophe made all the more so because of its needlessness. Joseph had devoted himself wholeheartedly with time, funds and faith to the cause of Moses and the book. To dismiss him with a "Well, thank you," was not only incomprehensible to me but seemed the essence of ingratitude.

    It struck me all of a sudden that this was a new Moses, not the meek self-effacing prophet I had known in Jerusalem, but an aggressive, self-interested business type concerned with profits and returns. What turn would the shaping pattern of events take next, I wondered? And the thought struck me: Who next?

    The answer was not long in coming.

    At one of the meetings Moses rose and in a lengthy talk levelled his guns at me. With what could only be construed as callous ingratitude for selfless labors of a decade, he intimated that upon the publication of the book I had completed my mission and was no longer needed. He did not say it as bluntly as that, but it was quite clear to everyone what he meant. (472)

  • Several days later Moses made plans for an immersion in Long Island Sound. He instructed us to shave off all bodily hair except that of the head. The immersion was to be in the nude....

    Then Dorothy came forward. The immersion itself, so close to the wall of the pier, was hidden from view. After Dorothy, I was called forward and when I descended the ladder to Moses -- my Cave host did something that put a shudder through me. An uncanny smile played on his face, as though he were saying: Beware of what Jehovah can do. Then he crisscrossed his hands with mine and shook them firmly exactly as Aber had used to do. A peculiar sensation went through me. He was definitely answering our teasing and informing me that he and Aber were closely connected, if not one and the same. Otherwise, under no circumstances, would he have reenacted Aber's characteristic gesture. (474-5)

  • I was close by in the living room. It seemed Dorothy had confessed to Moses that she never really loved Harold and Moses had insisted that she tell it to Harold -- and that is what happened. Harold, of course, was shocked and flabbergasted. The shock was second only to the one he had suffered at the Brooklyn abode when he learned of Dorothy's status with Aber.... Under the circumstances, Moses instructed, Dorothy and Harold should obtain a divorce. (475-6)
  • A rare friendship existed between Moses and Sarah, whose soul-identity Moses had once revealed to be Miriam the prophetess. (476)
  • Gesticulating with his hands to indicate the process of hypnotism, [Moses] declared that, while he was en route to American, he had been constantly concentrating on Aber to tell him what to do. We looked at him in amazement and relief. Could there be any further doubt that Aber had been "sent," that he had been Moses' emissary? (477)
  • One evening, as Moses sat behind his desk surrounded by the many old and new books he had brought from Palestine, a new bombshell exploded. Suddenly and unexpectedly Moses announced that he might find it necessary at times to "use" women for the sake of the work. [In this connection it is worthy to recall a statement Moses once made to us regarding the original struggle. Apparently, he pictured a conflict where the males of the one Positive Side had to "subdue," or "crumble," as Moses put it, the females of the other Satanic forces in order to produce seed -- males only -- of the Positive strain. Genesis vi 1 conceals such a possibility.) He did not elaborate, but he went on to say that before leaving Jerusalem he had made it clear to his wife Ammatyah that in the future this might become necessary. However, none would ever take her place.

    First, Moses had linked himself with Aber by crossing his hands in Aber's gesture of the double handshake. Now he presented precisely another fundamental of Aber's. (478)

  • When I returned from the tour, Sarah awaited me with an envelope containing the voluminous Minutes of the September 12 meeting mentioned in Moses' telegram.... as I went along from page to page I just could not believe that the author of the statements I read was my Cave host Moses, in whose behalf I had labored through the years. (482)
  • Soon after the "bombshell" from New York, Sarah and I received a telegram which seemed to serve as a key for the whole development. The telegram revealed another fantastic turn of events. It stated:
    Sarah and I were shocked. We could hardly believe it. For it was Moses himself who had originally caused Dorothy and Harold to get a divorce due to the Aber case and then, in my presence, he had them remarried, saying at that time, "Cursed be the man that cometh between you." (484)
  • Of course, Moses did say to us several times that he could have forgiven Aber everything except the matter of Mrs. Carter -- the taking of a friend's wife. And now, lo and behold, Moses himself fulfilled Hosea chapter 3.

    While this was not the only thing which definitely linked Moses with Aber, it was the most outstanding and direct "coincidence." And if in truth we here have a literal fulfillment of Hosea chapter 3 and the other prophecies listed in Moses' telegram, then in the consequence [A son was born to Moses and Dorothy in September 1946. Therefore, if he is the son of the prophecy, we should expect the fall of England very shortly.] of this prophecy we must look for the fall of Ephraim (England) and the rise of Gog and Magog (Russia and satellites) who are to overflow the earth. (485)

  • From all the ... statements of Moses, especially from the words: "Use any methods, any persons," "There are many ways for fighting -- and all of them are for your service.... You are permitted to use any of them.... according to your consideration...." "You are free in action, as to your understanding of matters...." "Any way you like and at any cost you care".... (494)
  • That Moses, my host of the Sanhedrin cave, should turn so bitterly against me -- in a manner that bordered on betrayal -- was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. If I had not had unshakeable faith in the workings of Divine Providence and believed that everything had its special reason, I might easily have become a "victim of circumstances." As it was, I became an outcast. (495)
  • One day I was informed by Harold's secretary that a notice had been placed with the two leading New York papers to the effect that I had no further connection with the Society. The manner in which the notice was worded certainly did not become men associated with biblical work. It carried several insinuations which could be interpreted in a number of uncomplimentary ways by the reader.... I told Harold what I thought of his action in sending the statement to the press. But he placed the blame on Moses. "Don't blame me," he said. "Moses gives the orders." I challenged my former friend and comrade-in-arms with the many unjust and unrighteous acts he had perpetrated and he became so enraged he started to utter curse upon curse on my head. Yes, he cursed me with the oft-heard word. (496)
  • I remained calm and looked Harold straight in the eyes judgingly. This only enraged him the more, and if not for his secretary's intervention, he might have used fists.

    "I don't want to see your face again as long as I live," he shrieked hysterically.

    "So be it," I said.

    Thus, in this violent, childish manner ended the friendship with Boake Carter. (497)

  • When I left Boake Carter's office that day I thought of a remark Aber had once made regarding my relationship with people. He said: "Jehovah will let you know who your real friends are," but apparently only at high cost and in great bitterness. (497)
  • What I had learned from Moses of the Sanhedrin cave through years of hard going was an invaluable schooling not to be gained through the curricula of colleges and universities... Whatever happened, I still felt the winner. (501)
Postscript: According to informant I.G.:

Carter signed his house over to his wife "in consideration of love and devotion", but later divorced her, possibly because of Aber's abuse. Guibbory eventually married Carter's ex-wife to whom he remained devoted until his death.

Carter died in 1944 after a routine hernia operation, Guibbory of natural causes in 1985, his widow in 2001. David Horowitz reached the venerable age of 99, passing late this year [2002].

Guibbory was sincere in his belief about his own messianic destiny. The depth and subtlety of thought he possessed and his powers of analysis were immense and real. Unfortunately, delusions of omniscience, obsession with recognition and insistence upon obedience and unchallenged authority alienated him from the mainstream and left deep scars upon anyone in his umbrage.

After the collapse of his Guibbory experience, Horowitz went on to work for fifty years as a reporter with the United Nations press corps.

Regarding the value of The Blue Book (for those who write to ask):

I wish I could venture a guess as to the book's value, but none have been sold for many years. When Guibbory would occasionally receive an inquiry after Carter's death he either did not respond or wrote back rejecting the request. His heirs are not eager to circulate the book in part due to it's heretical content -- it raised hell during his lifetime -- and in part out of respect for the author's memory. I suppose if they would sell then free market principles would prevail. Better to search the thrift shops.

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In case you missed it: Moses Guibbory's The Bible in the Hands of Its Creators (the "Blue Book")