Finally, the wise men of Chelm managed to erase the “Shem” from the Golem’s forehead. Curiously enough, they found no mud in Chelm and its surroundings, so they invented a mixture of beeswax and oil that, over time, would be market worldwide under the name of Plastilina. They all did it in unison: while the Golem slept, they pounced on him and covered with Plastilina his forehead.
Seeing himself without a living body to cling to, Menashe Abramowizc’s dybbuk abandoned that pile of mud remotely resembling a man and stood in front of those other candidates to be possessed.
He first took possession of Dovid’s body, with which he practiced transvestism in a sordid den of the port of Odessa. When the authorities imprisoned Dovid for disorderly conduct, the dybbuk moved to the body of Feivel, whereby he seduced and married an elderly rich widow of Bialystok to assassinate her immediately afterwards and appropriate all her money.
When Feivel went to prison for the crime, Menashe Abramowizc’s dybbuk possessed Chatzkel’s body, with which he moved to Saint Petersburg where he planned and executed a bombing attack against the Tsar. This attempt ended up with Chatzkel killed and the Tsar clinging to the cross that crowns St. Isaac’s Cathedral, where the emperor of Russia stayed five years until someone came up with a way to lower him. (This event has subsequently been interpreted as a maneuver of the Russian secret services to justify the ascension of the Tsar to the top of the Russian Orthodox Church.)
However, what matters to us is that again the dybbuk became bodyless, which is why he returned to his hometown where, of all the wise men of Chelm, only Evron Markish, their spokesman and leader, remained active.
When Evron saw the dybbuk approaching with Menashe Abramowizc’s skeleton in tow, he knew that he was in serious danger. But then he told himself that it was at times like this when everything he had learned lately through the study of Kabbalah could be more useful. So he ran to look for that sage book, the “Sefer ha Zohar”. And when the dybbuk was about to enter the town hall, he went out to the balcony that was just above the entrance. And from there and with all his might, he threw the book against the dybbuk, who immediately fell fulminated because of the impact, disappearing forever.
Lying on the ground, right next to the Zohar, only the skeleton of Menashe Abramowizc, of unlucky memory, remained.