Protective Power Of Unity In Plurality

כ"ב אב התשס"ח
Lughnasadh 23

The SILVERED FINGER, a three-fold cord of the Divine Feminine not easily broken ...

Noting mystical synchronicities of two previous entries (The Three-Fold Cord At Dawn and The Inverted Seal) with today's news event:

Plane Crashes Near Utah's Arches National Park, Killing Ten
Foxnews, Saturday August 23, 2008

MOAB, Utah — A twin-engine plane crashed and burned near an airport not far from Arches National Park in southeastern Utah, killing all 10 people on board, an official said Saturday.

The plane was fully engulfed in flames when emergency responders arrived late Friday at the site about 2 miles from the Canyonlands Field airport, and there were no survivors, Grand County Sheriff James Nyland said.

The airplane was a King Air A-100, said Mike Fergus, a spokesman for the Federal Aviation Administration in Seattle. He said that "to the best of our knowledge" no flight plan had been filed for the trip, but he said that isn't unusual.

Nyland said the victims were the director of Red Canyon Aesthetics & Medical Spa, a dermatology clinic headquartered in Cedar City, his clinic staff and the pilot.

He identified them as pilot David White; Dr. Lansing Ellsworth; David Goddard; Mandy Johnson; Marcie Tillery, 29; Valerie Imlay, 52; Keith Shumway, 29; Dallon Ellsworth, 24; Camie Vigil, 25; and Cecilee Goddard, 25.

Lansing Ellsworth had recently started a monthly skin clinic in Moab, Nyland said.

Read full article at link above.

Significant corresponding mystical concepts linking the entries with the news item:

king - sight - unity - prophecy

keter (crown) / 10 in Unity / power of sight / guardian cherubs of the ark/arch (Miriam / Mimir)

white - moab - skin - wisdom

wisdom (chochmah) / 10 in Unity / Moab

tzara'at/skin condition consisting of white patches ringed with red

transformation of sightlessness to insight

ring - judgment (red) / favor (silver finger directing sight)

tzara'at is a skin condition consisting of white patches ringed with red (judgment)

arches - sight - unity in plurality

chatoteret / sight / Unity in Plurality / run and return of the lifeforce

Taken together, the successful mystical experience/prayer/spell is not only able to run to Unity, it is able to return to bring forth and make manifest that Unity from within the world of Plurality, bringing prophecy and wisdom peacefully together into a single stream of enlightenment.

The Holy Half-Shekel & Removal Of Death Tumah

כ'א באייר תשס"ח
Mab 22

The night before last night (Saturday night following Shabbat), I dreamt. There is more to this dream than I am going to blog, but here is the end of the dream.

I was with a rabbi, believe it or not. I'm not sure exactly what our connection was, but he had taken me up for some reason, like a teacher or advocate or something.

He took me into the inner outer court of "the temple" (which was like a makeshift diaspora shul) covered within the folds of his cloak or robes of some sort. After we were inside, I came out from among the folds and stood there within the midst of the room.

There was a long table in the middle of the room where judges sat. The head judge sitting at the middle of the table was a woman.

A large group of people came into the room from the outside. I was now surrounded by a large group of Christians whom had agreed to pay $50 per person for the opportunity to see inside the temple. Some of them began to secretly and quietly sing Christian hymns around me, which seemed to try to incorporate me as one "lost" in the crowd among them. I didn't feel they were doing this specifically to me, but to the temple room itself (as if trying to imprint the walls with the presence of their song). I felt so unseen and marginalized standing there surrounded by people to whom I did not belong. I could hear them because I was surrounded by them. The others inside could not. I wanted them to go away, I was feeling smothered and suffocated by the covert singing of hymns by some of them.

The head woman judge spoke to the crowd who had each agreed to pay $50 to be there at that moment, surrounding me, and told them that their $50 worth of time was over now, to bring the money forward to pay for their visit, and directed them that it was now time to leave the shul-temple. Visiting time was over. Each one was to bring his or her $50 to the person at the end of the table collecting the money for the visit.

The head woman judge looked at me. "I don't have $50, I didn't agree to pay $50," I said. "I'm not one of this group. I came in with him," I said, pointing to the rabbi who was standing away from the whole fiasco. The rabbi acknowledged me. The group left and I stayed behind in the room.

We all went into another less formal room. Everyone was now chanting Hebrew prayers and such things. The head woman judge said to me, "Do you think you could fit here?" "I don't know", I said, "I haven't said the prayers in a long time."

The scene changed. Now the rabbi was using me as a divining tool of some sort. He was holding me around the waist and I was leaning out from the waist, like we were attached at the waist. My arms and hands were free floating out into the space in front of us, as if my fingertips were "smelling" the air. I did not consciously direct the movement of my arms/hands, they moved as if they were a sense organ seeing what could not be seen, leading us toward something.

My fingertips touched different places in space and we all followed were they led. Suddenly, my fingertips turned around and I touched myself.

We were then inside a cave where a woman had been held captive for a long time. At first, the cave appeared empty. Again, I was used as a divining tool. There was dirty iron pot sitting on the ground near one corner of the back wall where waste had once been collected during her captivity. The rest of the cave was immaculately clean and well kept for a cave. She had been held prisoner here for a long time. Where was she now?

I looked and found a shallow grave, like a bump in the floor shaped like a body. Her body was still in it, protectively covered over by tightly woven soil (held together by fine plant roots) like an earthen shroud. With my hand, and my face near her face, I was able to poke through into the woven soil around her face, into the space in front of her face, and then started to pull back all the woven soil which protectively covered and sheltered her from the deathly dankness of the cave. As I did, exposure to the fresh air (we had brought with us by finding and opening to enter the cave) agreed with her. She didn't disintegrate like a mummy or once-enshrouded dead body exposed to air might have. Instead, death left her body and she came back to life. The shroud made of woven soil had kept safe her life.

We had to get her to the surface, and did quickly. Once on the surface, she was me I think. I could make no distinction between us. The rabbi pulled something away from us. It looked like a huge slate blue rock the size of a small boulder covered with a filmy luminescent membrane like that which covers a newborn. The thin membrane isolated the bulk of the rock from contact with everything else and held it congealed together like a ball. I knew what it was - it was death tumah. He threw it out into the water which was flowing like a river, to be carried away in the current of running water.

I woke up.

Bringing Down Divine Knowledge

י"א בתשרי תשס"ח

In follow-up to my recent post (Dew Of Night) about being rescued by a mystical woman made of faerie folk (the Tuatha Dé Danann of the Druids), I first note that my Celtic middle name is Ann. Ann is a form of the name of the Celtic goddess Anu (also known as Danu, Dannan, Danand, Ana), mother goddess of the Tuatha Dé Danann. (Interestingly, Anu is also the name of a Semitic Akkadian god.)

Anu (אנו) is an extension of Ani ("I", אני a channel of Adonai) into further existence, from Ein Sof-Atzilut (י) into Yetzirah (ו). Ann (אנן) is formed through an extension of feminine intelligence (Binah of Beriyah) acting on the Hebrew letter vav (ו in Yetzirah) of Anu, changing it into a nun sofit (ן of Beriyah and/into Assiyah). A nun sofit implies an essence of "everlasting eternal faithfulness". Thus, my Celtic middle name Ann incorporates into it a line of acting feminine intelligence (emerging out of Aur Ein Sof) extending with everlasting eternal faithfulness throughout all 4 universes into physical reality.

Secondly and importantly, my name אנן like אני, is from the shoresh אנה meaning to "cause", "direct to a goal", "acknowledgement and "gratitude". Thus, I am a living embodiment of the Modah Ani prayer, the first prayer (of gratitude) we say in the morning immediately upon waking. The nun sofit in my name Ann is one tool through which I awakened from the dream described in Two Goats, Nogeáh V'eino Nogeáh .

Thirdly, through my name Ann, I am also a living embodiment of the Anu archetype, mother-goddess of the Tuatha Dé Danann who bring the Stone Of Fal (Lia Fal, prophetic stone of Destiny/Knowledge) to life. Yet, in addition to being Celtic, I am also Jewish. Thus, reflecting these two aspects of my unique identity, the stone I bring has a doubled letter "l" (lamed ל, learning/teaching); the stone I bring is this, my chotimah - Stone of FLL, in Hebrew:

גלעין (stone/kernel/revealing)
פלל (bringing together, mediating, judging, bringing down Divine Knowledge)



Modah ani l'fanecha melech hai v'kayam shehehezarta bi nishmati b'hemlah rabah emunatecha.

Dew Of Night

ט' בתשרי תשס"ח

I dreamt.

Someone I couldn't see was intentionally changing a baby within the place I was at into a deadly black spider to attack me. Suddenly, as the black spider formed the fetch made of many small beads of black was morphing into a giant deadly form, something mysterious flew through my house, carrying the poisonous black beads out with it. The spider form was no more, and outside in the street, the now black droplets like dew of night transformed into the form of a giant woman made of many faeries.

The beautiful faeries like dew from the mountain (see Mind On The Mountaintop) were not poisonous to me as was the black prayer-beaded spider form. The faery woman was out walking with deliberation, entering into a town, down a street heading to who knows where.

I woke up.

I don't use prayer beads at all. More importantly, the black I wear is pure.

Excellently

ל' בסיון תשס"ז

My father's heart surgery and the immediate 24 hour recovery period have both gone excellently. He only had to have a triple bypass, lost no significant amount of blood, had no complications, and was extubated yesterday evening. He was up in the chair for a few hours this morning (tolerating it well) and has been weaned off the Dobutrex and Nitroglycerine. He's even faithfully using his incentive spirometer. Everything has gone amazingly well and for this, I give thanks.

Prayer Request

כ"ו בסיון תשס"ז

I just returned from the hospital. My father had a nonemergency cardiac catheterization this morning. The procedure went uneventfully, but he is going to have triple-bypass (at least, possibly quadruple bypass) heart surgery this upcoming Friday morning.

Please add my father to your prayer lists.

A Prayer For Israel

י"א בסיון תשס"ז

May the One who blessed our ancestors, Abraham Isaac and Jacob, and our mothers Sarah Rebecca, Rachel and Leah, have compassion and mercy on the captives, Gilad Shavit, Ehud Goldwasser, and Eldad Regev. May the one who removes prisoners to prosperity redeem them from the hands of their captors and take them from servitude to freedom, from darkness to light. May He heal them completely, healing of the body and healing of the soul, and strengthen their spirit. May it be the will before our Father in Heaven that speedily the words of the verse shall come to pass “And the ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads; they shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.” So may it be, and let us say, Amen.

May the One who blessed our ancestors, Abraham Isaac and Jacob, and our mothers Sarah Rebecca, Rachel and Leah send complete healing to all the soldiers and citizens who were injured in the attacks of the brazen enemy from Lebanon, and send comfort to those who mourn. May our God, and shield of salvation strengthen the hearts of all the inhabitants who are on the front lines, and teach them to stand strong against the terror attacks from the air. Please God, guide the hands of our soldiers into battle, and their fingers into war, so that they return the war to its gates, and return peace and tranquility to the land of Israel. May it be Your will, our Father in Heaven, that the words of Micah your prophet are speedily fulfilled in our day: “And he shall judge between many peoples, and shall decide concerning far away strong nations; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, nor shall they learn war any more. But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree; and none shall make them afraid; for the mouth of the Lord of hosts has spoken it.” And it says “therefore do not fear, O my servant Jacob, says the Lord; nor be dismayed, O Israel; for, behold, I will save you from afar, and your seed from the land of their captivity; and Jacob shall return, and shall be quiet and at ease, and none shall make him afraid. So may it be!

prayer by Rabbi Simcha Roth
flags graphic from Reborn By Design

A Prayer For Our Country

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A Prayer For Our Country

י"א בסיון תשס"ז

Our G-d and G-d of our ancestors: We ask your blessings for our country, for its government, for its leaders and advisors, and for all who exercise just and rightful authority. Teach them the insights of Your Torah, that they may administer all affairs of state fairly, that peace and security, happiness and prosperity, justice and freedom may once again abide in our midst.

May the One who blesses us, have compassion and mercy upon our captives and upon the captives of our allies. Redeem them from the hands of their captors, take them from servitude to freedom and from darkness to light. Heal and strengthen them completely - body, soul and spirit. Shield those who guard and protect our freedom. Shelter our troops beneath the shadow of your wings. Guide their hands in battle and their fingers in war, provide them strength to stand strong, so that they may abrogate war at its gates and sustain peace and tranquility in our land. Send comfort to those who mourn.

Creator of all flesh, bless all the inhabitants of our country with Your spirit. May citizens of all races and creeds forge a common bond in true harmony to banish all hatred and bigotry and to safeguard the ideals and free institutions which are the pride and glory of our country.

May this land under Your providence be an influence for good throughout the world, uniting all people in peace and freedom and helping them to fulfill the vision of Your prophet: "Nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they experience war any more."

So mote it be. Amen. אמן

--Based upon "Siddur Sim Shalom", modified to include call for protection of our troops.

Atheists and those of other religious or spiritual paths may substitute references to the Divine (and Torah concepts) in terms satisfying to each particular path.

flag photo from Ron Huddleston's blog, VOLuntarilyConservative

A Prayer For Israel

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Prayer Request

י"א בסיון תשס"ז

I've just learned that my nephew, who is a U.S. Marine in Intelligence, will be sent to Iraq later this year. Please, pray for his safety and place him on your prayer lists. I would appreciate it very much. Obviously, I am not inclined to publish his name or photo on my blog, but identify him somehow through my name in your prayers.

Thank you.

Mechitzah

י' בסיון תשס"ז

I dreamt.

A powerful evil wizard ruled the area and had stolen my husband's treasure, making us poor among the people. The evil wizard and his minion of witches and warlocks would kill us if we tried to retrieve our treasure from him. Our treasure was a most powerful, coveted treasure.

The evil wizard and his troupe of magicians put on a show of entertainment for the local population. The stage sat below many rows of seats in a big building that served as a central organizational place. My husband and I went to the magicians' play like everyone else in the area. I knew I was a powerful witch. In fact, I was a more powerful witch than all the witches in the evil wizard's minion combined. More importantly, I knew it, and I was going to retrieve our treasure.

At one point during an act on stage, audience participation of witches was invited. I got up and went down from the greater audience to sit among the front rows with the other witches who had volunteered to "do magic" before the two witches on stage. The two witches on stage were facing each other with their hands held up, fingers outspread, facing closely but not touching, the corresponding hand of the other witch. They were casting some kind of magic spell.

A big black cat like a black panther guarded the stage and came out into the audience to get each witch who had volunteered to "face off" (from below and before the stage) with the witches on stage in a demonstration of witchy showwomanship. Each time he came to get a witch for her turn, he passed me by and wouldn't choose me for any turn. Finally, I was the last volunteer witch left in the front rows. The black panther came to choose me. "I saved you for last", he spoke. Even if the neither of the witches on stage nor the ruling wizard nor any in his minion knew it, the black panther knew it - I was an unusually powerful witch. And he had saved me for last.

I went down before the stage and stood before it, facing the two witches on stage. I held up my hands, fingers outspread just like the two witches - only I didn't face another witch to cast my spell. I worked magic alone, my outspread fingers opened into the air. I swayed, saying nothing, casting a spell of words unspoken. No one realized what I had done. Finishing my witch's spell, I went back to my seat in the audience beside my husband.

The magic show over, the audience went home, and I waited for the oppressive system to fall apart, to retrieve our treasure. It began.

The central organizational building was going to collapse into the earth. I knew it. Somehow, the wizard now had an inkling as to what I had done, and all his own efforts to prevent it would bring his system down. I made my way, as did some other poor women like me, to the outer edge of the building so that I could escape when it collapsed and wouldn't be sucked into the pit of the earth.

My husband and all the other poor men like him of the community were caught in their workstations in a huge blast. My husband and the other men like him had also been at the edge of blast area. Their eyes had been blinded shut by the blast, but being at the edge, they had survived.

My husband and his men, like myself and my women, were thrown face to face, against a clear glass-like pane with bars in it. The barred glass-like pane formed a barrier separating the men from the women - each husband and wife opposite one another. The men were hard pressed and blind against the glass-like separation. The women were hanging from the edge of the pit into which the big building had collapsed, swallowing up the evil wizard and his ruling minion.

I looked across at my husband, separated from me by the glass-like pane with bars. His eyes were shut. Open your eyes and look at me! I commanded him. See me! I commanded him. He struggled to open his eyes. I struggled to hold on, as he had commanded me (he must have commanded me to hold on because I struggled to hold on, just as he struggled to open his eyes to see me as I had commanded him). He opened his eyes. As he opened his eyes and saw me opposite him, the separation became permeable to him. He reached across through it with both hands and grabbed both my hands. Our fingers intertwined. We were reunited, face to face, hand in hand, fingers intertwined, the separating barrier melting away.

I woke up.

mechitzah - מחיצה

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כ"א באייר תשס"ז

DovBear writes regarding how prayer works:

We're changing OURSELVES so that the unchangable God will relate to us differently. Fire makes one thing black, another white, one thing hard, another soft. The change occurs not because the fire is different but because the objects that come in contact with it are different (Rambam).

Similarly, this is what I think.

Vessels can be changed. The focus of the unchangeable essence can be redirected. For example, love and hate are both driven by passion. Passion is the unchangeable essence of both love and hate, where both love and hate can change.

While love and hate can both change, the passion which is the core essence of both of them remains unchanged, whether it is expressed as love or hate or something else altogether or not expressed in a revealed fashion at all. Both prayer and spellcasting works with changing that which can be changed, while driving that change with the power of the unchangeable.

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