Thursday, December 31, 2009

Tales From A Small Closet

Vayechi

וַיִּישֶׂם בָּאָרוֹן בְּמִצְרָיִם
and he was put in a small closet ... Bereshit 50:26

I wrote these two poems a long time ago concerning my experience in a small closet, my closet, in 1967 when I was six years old. These two poems are like children of that experience. Originally published online on my geocities website, I've also published these two poems on my blogs, Walking on Fire and Awenydd. In the experience these poems describe, I was not alone.

EPIPHANY IN THE CLOSET IN 1967

in 1967 I was six and
something happened, in my closet
finding a mouse, dead
in the closet
not afraid of mice, beginning to pick it up, stopped by
its eyes, open
I could not stop looking
I could not stop wondering
at it
it meant something more
beyond what I was
seeing
this mouse
trapped
dead

looking at me
witnessing

what what what what
listening I
could not move
I could not move
all
my
thoughtsvavfeelingsvavquestionsvavanswers
vavmeanings
becoming being
mashing together, collapsing into my gut
then
a silence
cutting the bursting emptiness, when
eternity into a split mo-ment
percolating
then
a rush of
a whirlwind
bursting full
more than I could
ever understanding at once
coming out through my insides
surrounding filling
in the closet
trying
to hold this treasured possession
in my mind of edges
yet then
trusting and letting go
HaELeH going out
such a strange thing was this doing
I was doing
turning inside out
becoming being within
one of infinite place
above without end and below without bound

B'HESECH HADAAT

hey you, what are you looking at
the mouse seemed to say silently, to me one day
hidden in the closet, coming close to see
where land meets sea, isolating some field of awareness
distracting the mind toward some special duty
hey you, what did you say
you talkin' to me?

hey you, what do you hear
the mouse seemed to say silently, to me one day
hidden in the closet, coming close to hear
wandering around this anomaly of conversation, suddenly plucked up
toward the task at hand, wiping off all others
hey you, do you hear what I hear
who goes there, talkin' to me

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Garden Of The Dark Moon Jubilee [Kindle Edition]


The Kindle Edition of Garden of the Dark Moon Jubilee is now available for purchase at Amazon.com.

The best among women practices witchcraft ... Jerusalem Talmud, Kiddushin 4, 11

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Commentary on the weekly Torah portion unlike any other, brought down by an eclectic Jewitch ... Boil and bubble, simmer and brew, a witch draws down the moon ...

Friday, December 25, 2009

One Name

Vayigash

וְאֵלֶּה שְׁמוֹת בְּנֵי-יִשְׂרָאֵל הַבָּאִים
And these are the names of the children of Israel who came ... Bereshit 46:8

The total gematria for this Hebrew phrase is 1449. It has a digit sum of 18, the value of the Hebrew word חי (chai, life). Consequently, all of the names embraced by this phrase combined are equal to one name, namely, the shem chai. The digit sum of chai further reduces to the digit sum 9, the value of Hebrew letter tet (ט) corresponding to tov (טוב). The shem chai is also the shem tov.

Two nights ago, I dreamt.

All I remember of the dream is that I was pregnant and hiding from a murderer who murdered. It was night time. I ended up hiding in a room that was locked but well-lit when I was in it. It was also in a business. I gave birth to a daughter in that room.

Waking up with the clear feeling that I should name her, as I lay in bed that morning, I mulled over a some names and decided to name her נר-אתתא (Ner-Itta). Ner-Itta has a total gematria of 1052. The digit sum of 1052 is 8, the value of the Hebrew letter chet (ח) corresponding to chai.

Taken together, the shem chai and the shem tov are reverse visions of one name, and the name Ner-Itta is one name.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Nachash - The Advance To The Future

Miketz

הֲלוֹא יְדַעְתֶּם, כִּי-נַחֵשׁ יְנַחֵשׁ אִישׁ אֲשֶׁר כָּמֹנִי
know ye not that such a person as I will indeed divine? ... Bereshit 44:15

The Hebrew word translated as 'divine' (יְנַחֵשׁ) is derived from the shoresh (three letter root) נחש meaning to 'conjure', to 'advance to the future through magic' or 'foretelling.' There is no hidden trick to this magic and no guessing. There is only the true fact.

From last week's Torah commentary on Vayeshev, Between the Pages of Time:

I dreamt.

I was among a small group of time travellers. We carried out a few missions.

In one of the missions, we advanced into time and there, I stepped forward to remove a "fated" brain tumor from my "son" (as an elder man) and also from my future "husband." Both were represented by the presence of one form. The form was bald. To remove the fated tumor, I touched a spot on his head, creating a bubble of sacred space. Now, the fated tumor was removed and no tumor could ever grow there.

It had been understood in the past that normally time travellers "returned" to the original time of the current physicality by copying the text exactly, like scribes. Some at mission control were concerned that the exact text had been lost - but there was another way. I knew it and we used it to return.

We turned our attention toward returning to our original time in our current physicality, and in doing so, saw the pages of a big book quickly turn as if in the wind. Between the pages of time were neon colors - particularly neon pink and neon orange.

I woke up, and got up for a few minutes. I looked at the time. It was 5:45 (הדה) in the morning.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Between The Pages Of Time

Vayeshev

הַחֲלוֹם הַזֶּה אֲשֶׁר חָלָמְתִּי
this dream I have dreamed ... Bereshit 37:6

This morning I dreamt.

I was among a small group of time travellers. We carried out a few missions.

In one of the missions, we advanced into time and there, I stepped forward to remove a "fated" brain tumor from my "son" (as an elder man) and also from my future "husband." Both were represented by the presence of one form. The form was bald. To remove the fated tumor, I touched a spot on his head, creating a bubble of sacred space. Now, the fated tumor was removed and no tumor could ever grow there.

It had been understood in the past that normally time travellers "returned" to the original time of the current physicality by copying the text exactly, like scribes. Some at mission control were concerned that the exact text had been lost - but there was another way. I knew it and we used it to return.

We turned our attention toward returning to our original time in our current physicality, and in doing so, saw the pages of a big book quickly turn as if in the wind. Between the pages of time were neon colors - particularly neon pink and neon orange.

I woke up, and got up for a few minutes. I looked at the time. It was 5:45 (הדה) in the morning.

My big Book of Shadows:


Notice (הדה), there are 5 raised spine supports (each with two "ends" connecting the front and back covers of the book) and 4 "spaces" between the raised supports on the spine of the book.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Meheitavel

Vayishlach

וְשֵׁם אִשְׁתּוֹ מְהֵיטַבְאֵל
and the woman's name is Meheitavel ... Bereshit 36:39

The Queen's name is Meheitavel (מהיטבאל). Meheitavel means She who in Goddess (מהי) is immersed (טבאל). With a gematria of 97, Meheitavel embodies all time (זמן). Importantly, she designates time and prepares each moment with purpose.

Like Hekate, Meheitavel is the Witch at the Crossroads, the Guardian of the Depths, the Queen of the Night and the Light of the Divine Feminine. Her power transcends territorial boundaries. Her magical words influence from afar. Stars ever fall from her hair like torches blazing through the deep deep night.

The first part of her name, namely She who in Goddess (מהי), has a gematria of 55. The Hebrew word behold (hein, הן) also has a gematria of 55.

הֵן הָאָדָם הָיָה כְּאַחַד מִמֶּנּוּ

The second part of her name, namely is Immersed (טבאל), has a gematria of 42. The Hebrew words great (gadolah, גדלה) and jubilee (yovel, יבל) also each have a gematria of 42. Meheitavel is the witch of the Garden of the Dark Moon Jubilee.

Related entry - The Comet