Sentinels Of Chashmal & Smoke Signals MiSinai

כ'ב בניסן תשס"ח
Annwyn 23

I dreamt.

I wanted to go to a warehouse in the midsouth of downtown Danville to get some of my belongings out of storage. A masculine voiceless Voice with me silently spoke, telling me not to go through the business section of downtown Danville, but to "go around" near the edge of the city, through the southeastern corner which ran by the cemetery beside the VA (וא), to get to the warehouse. The voiceless Voice warned me of a Nazi gathering happening in downtown Danville and provided me with an alternate route to go to get to my belongings. I immediately knew the essential and specific content of his transmitted communication without the need of any words to articulate the message. The words which describe the content of the message are my words.

As the voiceless Voice was silently speaking my traveling instructions, I saw giant living forms set in an "encircling line" at periodic distances like sentinels, facing away from me, looking out, like solid dark shadows against the dusk (a liminal crossroads) of the horizon. They were looking out over the land as if guarding me. The living forms reminded me of the giant stones of Easter Island, except those in my vision were not of stone but were dark living creatures. The living forms were also completely bodied, not just heads of stone. Though generally sitting rooted directly upon the ground, they were able to get up and walk an encircling patrol. I saw one rise from a sitting position and walk its circle. The positions of the living creatures reminded me of electron orbits, where each sentinel was like an orbiting electron - I saw the creature as a particle when I focused to see it, but it also existed as a protective wave within the entire orbit of its place. When I relaxed my focus, like Yitzchak, I saw the one I was observing "get up and walk" its orbit.

The living creatures also communicated to my mind in the dream that they functioned as signaling agents - like when sending messages by smoke signals, signalers are stationed at periodic distances from one another at each edge of one complete circle of horizon to the next. The living creatures could communicate danger or other information to one another from one section of the land to the others. They and I were all connected like one huge protective network, communicating telepathically and simultaneously one to each other. I too, was part of the network of sentinels and warned the others of the Nazi gathering, even as I simultaneously moved away from the Nazi gathering, going toward the place where some of my belongings were being stored.

The dream shapeshifted, communicating other information to me. After that, I woke up.

This dream follows my Hebrew letter tarot reading of last night, as described in Circuits Of Fire.

Death Passed Over

כ'ו בחשון תשס"ח

After my grandmother's passing this past Halloween morning October 31, the date Samhain is typically observed, the festival of death and renewal (of death only in the eyes of some, whereas others consider Samhain to be a festival of scholars) continued to seek out souls to remove from the physical world. While my grandmother's passing was not so unexpected at 92 years of age with failing health (it was an obvious blessing toward renewal of life for my grandmother even as it was a loss for my family), a woman's husband at work died unexpectedly the very next day, Thursday evening November 1 (may she be comforted by the kindness extended to her by our coworkers). Both she and her husband work(ed) at the facility where I work.

I went back to work on Monday, but after additional work was piled onto me, along with work associated with the end of the month close (which was completed Monday morning before it was due Wednesday), with the recent passing of my grandmother, my body developed an allergic cold/flu yesterday, Tuesday morning at work. I sneezed continuously the entire day, despite a second dose of newfangled Actifed, becoming lightheaded, feverish and physically weak. So, Tuesday afternoon, I went home early, loaded up on Robitussin nighttime multisymptom cold medicine and went to bed, where I dreamt.

I dreamt of dark lethal storm clouds passing over my locations, from east to west they were moving even as they filled the sky. At one point there was a small break in the cloud cover, but it was only for a short time, while we took care of business.

I wanted to wait out the storm on the main floor of my house (which was a house trailer at times) - for some reason I wasn't worried that it couldn't weather the storm. Nevertheless, the man with us (somehow a relative, but I'm not sure who exactly this was) convinced me that it was safer to wait underground in the basement while the dark lethal storm clouds passed over. So, we all went down and waited in the basement as the dark lethal storm clouds passed over.

I woke up - to the news of a lethal school shooting in Finland.

From CNN: YouTube Linked To Deadly School Shootings

HELSINKI, Finland (CNN) -- A video posted earlier Wednesday, by "Sturmgeist89", was titled "Jokela High School Massacre - 11/7/2007." "Sturmgeist89" identified himself as Auvinen, and said he chose the name "Sturmgeist" because it means "storm spirit" in German.

At least eight people were killed when an 18-year-old gunman opened fire at a school in Finland Wednesday, according to Finnish police. The shooting appeared to have been planned out in graphic videos posted on Internet file-sharing site YouTube.

At a press conference this afternoon, police confirmed the dead numbered two girls, five boys and the school's headmistress at Jokela High in Tuusula, a quiet town around 50 kilometers (30 miles) north of Helsinki.

The shooter, who police named as Pekka Eric Auvinen, is in a critical condition at Toolo Hospital, Dr. Eeero Hirvensalo told CNN.

Auvinen published a manifesto online demanding war on the "weak-minded masses" and pledged to die for his cause.

YouTube appeared to have removed 89 videos linked to his account, many of them featuring Nazi imagery, shortly after the incident.

Finnish media reported someone posted a message two weeks ago on the Web site, warning of a bloodbath at the school.

The site indicated that the youth appeared to be fascinated with killing. Throughout all of this, the single word "DIE" constantly flashed across the screen. Other video clips included Nazi-war-criminal footage.

In the rambling text posted on the site, Auvinen said that he is "a cynical existentialist, anti-human humanist, anti-social social-Darwinist, realistic idealist and god-like atheist.

"I am prepared to fight and die for my cause," he wrote. "I, as a natural selector, will eliminate all who I see unfit, disgraces of human race and failures of natural selection."

Read the entire news article at link above.

Thank Goddess! for the cold I developed through this 11/7/2007 day, astronomical Samhain.

The Linen String

I dreamt.

There were Nazis. The time and place are unclear, but it was wartime. The entire Jewish community was herded into a church building to be executed. I knew they were going to execute us, but many were in denial. We were instructed to sit in the pews to wait, which everyone did.

While we were waiting, one of the Jewish businesswomen got up with a smile to greet a colleague who had just been herded into the room, as if we were all waiting for a business meeting! They shook hands as if they were at a business meeting. I couldn't believe it! Total denial. I thought, "can't you see that they are going to murder us!?" But I said nothing, lest the whole room erupt in total terror.

The Nazis readied the guns at the back of the room behind the pews. It was time. We all had to stay seated now.

They shot each of us once in the head from behind. I could feel a buzzing tingle in the place inside my brain were the bullet had lodged, though I felt no pain. Just numb and fuzzy. I knew I was dying, as were all of us, yet very few actually died and passed over from this shot. The Nazis were shouting at their assistants, asking "who is still alive?" as the assistant Nazis went about checking for life among us.

We were dying, but not dead. Those among us still alive, which was most of us, joined our hands like a human chain and raised them up high together. We all got shot in the head with another bullet. Most died or were incapacitated from this second bullet to the brain. Not me.

Something was happening - the liberators had moved closer and the Nazis had to flee, leaving us dying there in the church pews. The Nazis abandoned the room.

I got up, dying and fuzzy headed. I was dying, I knew it, but I wasn't going to die sitting in a church pew. I left the building and went outside.

It was dusk, dark and pouring down rain. Pouring rain. I moved away from the buildings into a large grassy area with some trees scattered about in it and raised my arms to the sky - singing! I would die singing in the rain with my hands raised to heaven, I told myself.

The fleeing Nazis who passed by me couldn't countenance this and shot at me as they fled by. One stopped and kept shooting me, but I didn't fall down or stop what I was doing. I stumbled and lurched a little as each bullet penetrated my body, but I didn't stop, and I didn't fall down.

As the liberators got closer, he stopped shooting and ran away. Soon, I was very close to death and collapsed in the rain onto the ground. One Nazi as he was fleeing saw me laying there very very close to death, motionless and unable to move any longer, but still alive. He shot me once and then dragged my body to a place between two buildings, as if to hide my near-dead body from the liberators. Such hate was unbelievable!

After moving my near-dead body between the buildings, he fled. A few moments later a servant girl approached my body as I lay so very very close to passing over. On the ground, her left foot was in front on my face which was turned to my right side. She knelt down and tied a pale string seven times around her foot and ankle. The string was a natural pale color, like linen. It wasn't bleached white. It was a natural unbleached pale color like linen.

After binding up her left foot and ankle with the pale string, she took the remainder of the same string and layed it across my eyes, eye to eye, as she closed them both together with her right hand.

I died.

I woke up.

Honoring The Ancestors

Honor your father and your mother.
כבד את-אביך ואת-אמך
Shemot 20:12, Aseret HaDibrot

This commandment is not unique to Jewish or Judaic-based traditions. Confucianism, Native American spirituality, shamanism and even various forms of paganism each teach its practitioners to "honor the ancestors".

There are no "purebred" human beings. There is no such thing as a "pure" Jewish or Celtic or American identity or tradition. All of us have forebears of non-Jewish or non-Celtic or non-American heritage. To honor one's parents, to honor one's ancestors, is to honor them all.

Honoring one's ancestors is not a sentimental exercise with the aim to induce feelings of being special or superior. It isn't to praise one's ethnicity or one particular "type" of human being. What is it then?

It means coming face to face with who you are and where you came from. More importantly, it means to work to heal the wounds caused by those who came before us. It means to work to resolve the pain introduced into the world by those in our family trees whose behavior or values we may not embrace, whether they be Nazi sympathizers, Jewish capos or exterminators of pagan cultures. No people, I repeat, no people, is without a dark history that needs correction.

Honoring the ancestors is to work to make those corrections. This is why "honoring one's parents" is the hardest mitzvah to do.

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Innovative Biur

I don't always report every detail of my dreams online. One detail I didn't write about previously from my dream Yirat Hashem was that the "place" where the woman and her husband were picked up by the Nazis and the "place" where I had the bubble pack of 4 pink pills was all at once a house on Brewer [1] road where my cousin "Susan" used to live, a community building and a movie theater.

The name "Susan" is "sus" with a nun-sofit (סוס-ן), where the final nun implies perpetual continuous action. R' Yitzchak Ginsburg teaches that the symbol of a horse implies the evolution of nature, the 42-letter Name of G-d and the power of creation.

Consequently, I think this "detail" suggests that the time had been reached where "the nature" of the life choices of the dreampeople had become "set" with respect to how the lives would progress during the present lifetime. In other words, like the "rule of 3 times" establishes a "pattern of addiction", so too, had the "time" come when the pattern would have been established to be irrevocable during this lifetime without the intervention (death, prison or pink medicine pills).

The pink medicine pills in my dream looked like Darvocet-N, which is a narcotic analgesic (pain-killer). I don't take this medication in real life, but as a nurse, I do administer it to others. Only in the dreamworld of yetzirah were 4 pink pills prescribed for me "to take".

In the dream, at first I threw the bubble pack of pills across the "theater" room away from me, as I hated the job of being a nurse. But, as I realized that the pills had saved me from being killed by the Nazis, I retrieved the bubble pack of 4 pink pills that had been prescribed for me.

As I was waking up from a dream today, I heard in my mind "here, you are a nurse."

Footnote:[1] Brewer ביאר-ר is "on the way" (the derech) of innovative biur ביאר, which is one way of elucidating Torah.

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Yirat Hashem

I dreamt. I was observing.

It was Nazi-era time in modern times. The Nazis were here in the United States, gathering up Jews and sending them to camps.

One Jewish woman and her Jewish husband were picked up by higher-ranking Nazi officials and driven to a prison. She was in "production management". He was also a powered professional type of some sort. Pillars of the community.

One of the chief Nazis put the husband and wife into the back seat of his vehicle away from the rest of the Jewish prisoners. The woman was the main focus. The man was "along for the ride" as her "attached" husband.

They rode with the Nazi to a prison where he had orders to carry out. He was going to let them survive as his servants. The idea that they were now "bakers" came into the dream.

While there, the two were further separated from the rest of the community and taken to a "guest" room. The hired workers in the prison were ordered to bring the two food while the Nazi went about his business.

Maybe they would be treated OK, the two thought, maybe everyone won't know that they are really prisoners. Maybe they would have a better fate than the rest of the community through this servant-alliance with the high-ranking Nazi.

When the workers delivered the food, they saw that the man and woman were really Jewish servant-prisoners, not hired workers. The hired help didn't want to give the two the "good" food that "free" people eat. So, the workers gave the two "lesser" food like the prisoners in the prison received from their Nazi captors.

The man and woman realized then that their identities wouldn't be kept secret and that people would know that they were just "Jewish capos" in the service of a Nazi. Life had been irrevocably changed no matter how they had tried to hold on to a life of "honor" through the association with the Nazi.

New information was revealed to the Nazi as he went about his business. The Jewish woman in his service was responsible for stirring up wrathful resistance in Jerusalem. The Nazi received orders from his superiors that he could no longer keep the two in his service. They would have to be delivered into the Jewish prisoner population to receive whatever fate the rest of the Jewish prisoners were fated to receive.

The focus of the dream changed. I was "in" the dream as a form now, holding a medicine bubble pack like those at work - a job I hate doing as the nature of the work is against the strengths of my personality. I could have kept the jobs I relatively liked, had I been willing to sacrifice my shabbat observance (as little and as humble as it is). But, I am like a butler in the service of Hashem. So, I sacrificed my good jobs as opposed to shabbat.

I looked down at the bubble pack containing four pink [1] pills and was grateful for the job I hated. It had somehow saved me being killed by the Nazis.

I woke up.

Footnote:

[1] In this context, "pink" ציפורן is related to the concept to the refusal to "bow down" to the idol (ba'al Zephon בעל צפן) of materialism and popular honor. Pink (over Zephon) has the additional gematria of 216 = יראה.

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Pachad Laylah: Identifying A Terror Cell Leader

I dreamt.

From somewhere in Israel, I flew to the USA back to where I am currently living.

I was on the run from a terrorist mafia-like family of American-Muslims who lived in the area under the guise of being a quiet family of professionals. For some reason, they were after me.

At one point, I hid between the stone pillars of a large city building. It was dusk time. The terrorists found me hiding there between the stone pillars, kidnapped me, and forced me into their car. Two or three men sat in the front seat and I and an American-Muslim woman sat in the back seat. She was the mafia-mom, the true power leading and directing the group. She sat behind the driver, on the left. I sat behind the front passenger, on the right.

It was getting darker outside. They were discussing what to do with me, and whether or not to execute me. They would allow me to live as long as I was "an embarrassment" to the Jewish community. When I stopped being "an embarrassment" to the Jewish community, they would execute me.

In the course of the conversation amongst themselves, they led me to believe that they were going to release me because I was "an embarrassment" to the Jewish community. But, I didn't trust that it was the truth. They also demanded that I hand over my cell phone to them, but I refused to do so.

They stopped the car, leading me to believe they were going to let me live. It was now fully nighttime. The American-Muslim lead terrorist woman in the back seat of the car was now somehow sitting behind the front passenger, on the right, while I was sitting behind the driver, on the left. I was to exit the car from the left back seat door, with the woman following me out.

The terrorist woman, just as the car came to a stop, pulled out a bag with what appeared to be a folded-up "head-hood" in it. She said "I need you to put this on." I knew immediately then, without a doubt, that they intended to execute me. I refused to put it on.

The terrorist woman then yelled out an order to the others to "pull out the guns!". She knew for sure when I had refused to put on the head-hood that I hadn't been fooled by all the talk meant to lull me toward being an "easy target". All the talk about letting me live had been done with the same psychological purpose as that of Nazis playing violins at the train stations during the holocaust. She no longer saw any reason to continue the charade. I hadn't been fooled.

I jumped out of the car and ran. One of the American-Muslim men in the front seat was ordered by the terrorist woman to follow and execute me. He chased me, shooting at me as I fled.

The night was very black now. I came upon an open department store, with many people shopping and lights on inside. I turned toward entering it. The terrorist man chasing me shot at me three times with a gun equipped with a silencer. Two of the bullets hit me, one in the leg and one in an arm, I think. I didn't feel the bullets penetrate, but I knew I had been hit by two of them. I wasn't bleeding either or I just didn't see the blood because I was too involved in trying to escape.

I ran through the glass doors and entered into the department store crowded with stuff, many shoppers and light. I saw the terrorist man hesitate to enter the doors of the department store. He feared to do it.

He knew that when he entered the department store, his cover as a quiet American-Muslim professional family man would be forever blown. It was a suicidal mission for him to further chase after me to execute me.

Even wounded, I ran deep into the light of the department store crowded with people. His command was to execute me, no one else. He could not "turn from that command" to execute anyone else other than me. I knew that. Those in the store were safe. And, if he entered the store to execute me (which he HAD to do or be executed himself by his fellow-terrorists for refusing to obey a direct order of the terrorist woman-leader), his cover would be forever blown.
I knew it. I saw him hesitate only momentarily, realizing his mission had become suicidal at this point, before he took the next step and entered the doors into the department store. His gun with the silencer was clearly visible for all to see. His cover was forever uncovered.

And importantly, I knew I was alive to report that the American-Muslim terror cell leader is a woman, not a man.

I woke up.

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Running With The Wind

Ketoret, The Psychosynthesis Of Sarah And Hagar

I dreamt.

I was a poor lowly Jewish woman. My husband and I were simple Jews. Our situation reminds me of the movie Dreamer, based on the true comeback story of champion Mariah's Storm (alias in the movie, Soñador, meaning "dreamer" in Spanish). I had one horse (סוס) I had rescued and recovered¹ (תרסו 666 -> 126 סוס). There was a big prestigious race coming up. My horse wasn't favored to win, and was the underdog. Nobody could even understand how my horse had been allowed to enter the race.

One Jewish woman whose powerful purebred was also in the race outspokenly didn't believe I or my horse belonged in the race. She wanted us to be kicked out of the competition. She rallied behind the scenes to get my horse and I disqualified for various reasons.

She wasn't successful at it. Though we were underdogs, my horse and I were led into the competition's sleeping quarters to rest the night before the race, to prepare for the race the next day. My humble horse was at the head of the line leading into the area where all the racing families and their horses were housed before the race. Though my horse was an underdog and not really expected to win, it's pre-race speed score qualified it for the prestigious "first" position. My horse is reishit.

My nemesis hated me on account of it. She thought I didn't belong at the race at all, let alone being "allowed" to start in first position. Even though my horse and I had earned the "first starting position", she wanted it for herself and felt it belonged to her and her horse. She tried to rally people against me.

She wore a tattoo on her arm like tefillin, although it wasn't tefillin. It was a tattoo. She tried to boast that she was more Jewish than I and that she deserved the first position instead of me. She flashed her bare arm with the tattoo around at people like it was a badge demonstrating her "real" Jewishness. She used this tattoo as some kind of symbol to demonstrate to everyone that she was more Jewish than I. Given that I didn't have this "symbol of Jewishness" tattooed on my arm like tefillin like she did - she implied that I wasn't Jewish and didn't belong in the race. She was trying to get people to doubt my Jewishness and that I even belonged in the race at all. She desperately wanted my horse and I disqualified. The tattoo (which she tried to pass off as tefillin) on her arm was her proof of her Jewishness (over mine), she preached to those she had gathered together.

I stayed in my room with my horse and my husband. My horse was sleeping on the top bunk of a bunkbed in our room. The race doctor who checked all the horses for fitness prior to the race came to check out my horse. We woke the horse up and she stumbled down out of the top bunk. She was just like me - she stumbled awake with the kind of initial sleep inertia I typically wake up with. My horse and I were of the same stuff. I loved my humble beautiful sweet little horse. She was such a good horse. I smiled.

The doctor put a thermometer in her mouth, checked her temperature and gave her a pre-race physical. She passed with flying colors! We are good to go!

Meanwhile, as I observed my horse get her pre-race physical, in the back of my mind, I was aware of the rabble-rousing actions of my nemesis against me. I didn't know who she was exactly, but I saw what she was doing and why she was doing it. I saw her as she gathered people together to "preach" against me, all the while flashing her bare arm with its "Jewish" tattoo at them for emphasis.

I also saw in my mind's eye, Nazis come into the racing community. They were among those she flashed with her bare arm and Jewish tattoo. They were going to cut her arm off. They grabbed her as one of them flashed a machete or some other similar large cutting blade. I warned her husband somehow that they were going to cut her arm off so that he could intervene to stop it. For some reason, I couldn't intervene in any other way but to warn him of the imminently impending amputation of his wife's arm. I was confined to my pre-race quarters - it was the fit thing to do. I had to stay with my horse and my husband. None of those the woman had gathered together to listen to her could intervene on her behalf either - anyone who intervened on her behalf would have his or her arm cut off along with the bare-armed tattoo-ed woman.

Her husband was busy with a racing community meeting and brushed off my warning. He didn't believe me. He thought I was overreacting - the Nazis were just making trouble. He didn't believe they'd really cut his wife's arm off. He walked away from my warning, brushing it off.

They were really going to do it. They captured her and tied her to a wooden wall of the community. They were preparing to cut her arm off. They are going to do it.

I turned my attention back to my horse and husband, where it needed to be. My husband told me not to worry and held my hand. I knew my horse and I would win the race. Just like the horse in the movie Dreamer.

I woke up.

Footnote:

¹ A horse (סוס) is symbolic of evolution (see link above). The gematria of its letters is 126, one less than the 100 and 20 and 7 years of Sarah. Importantly, 126 is the reverse im hakolel of 127, and thus is also the reverse vision, of Sarah's life, where 126 symbolizes the small self-nullification epitomized by Har Hermon and the tikun of Sarah's arrogance over Hagar. This makes sense, given that in the dream I am a poor lowly Jewish woman which reflects the soul powers of bitul and shiflut, respectively. Consequently, we can see that 666 has now not only been rectified with respect to the error of Adam and Chavah, but also with the respect to the error of Sarah and Avraham.

This is accomplished by transforming 666 (תרסו) into a horse (סוס). Zohar refers to the Hebrew letters as horses of fire (shin, ש). My horse (hebrew letter) ran like the wind (aleph, ).

Note that תרסו ends with 66, like the סו of the treatise Hemshech Yom Tov Shel Rosh Hashana Tof Reish Samech Vov. This word which ends with סו (where סו implies perpetuation) can be permutated according to meaning into the shoresh תרן, ending with a nun sofit (where ן also implies perpetuation). This shoresh means to "raise high" (Etymological Dictionary Of Biblical Hebrew, R. Matityahu Clark). Thus, 666 (תרסו) and the error associated with it is further transformed and elevated back into the realm of the holy through the permutation of 666 into 126, with an aroma pleasant to the Divine (like the ketoret), making shiflut become geut. Now, we can understand how Keturah is the tikun, re-unification and elevation of both Sarah and Hagar, who epitomize ruthlessness and selfishness in the feminine psyche, respectively.

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