Evarékhekha ve-Asherá u-ve-Yahvetá
"I bless you by Ashera and by her Yahweh."
A friend of mine emigrated to Israel. Where better to worship the gods of Canaan than in the Land of Canaan, right?
Israel is a hard place to make a living. Everything costs about what it does here in the States, but salaries are much lower. Just about everyone works three jobs: one to pay the rent, one for expenses, and one for discretionary income.
Among his other jobs, my friend made little ceramic statues of Ashera, Goddess-Mother of the Canaanite pantheon. A few of the tourist stores agreed to take them on consignment. Every now and then one would sell and bring in a few shekels.
Just as things were getting desperate, my friend got a call from a friend at Hebrew University.
“I've got a gig for you,” he said.
It turned out that an Italian film-maker was coming to Israel to make a film about the history of Judaism. The good news: they wanted to buy twelve of his little Asherot. The bad: they planned to film them all being broken, to represent the rise of aniconism in monotheist thinking.
My friend was torn. He desperately needed the money, but he just couldn't bring himself to sell his little goddesses, knowing that they were going to be broken.