Ki Tavo
וַיִּקְרָא מֹשֶׁה אֶל-כָּל-יִשְׂרָאֵל
and Moshe called unto all Israel ... Devarim 29:1
... with an agenda. And a witch and her friend came up. Poor evil Moshe with his evil agenda, the crown just doesn't belong to him. It's mine, all mine ... cackle, cackle, cackle. It's just so much fun being a witch.
Friday morning's dream.
I was in a space station like chamber in outer space. With me there were two men. One was my friend. The other was like an evil wizard (who reminds me now of the wicked witch in The Wizard of Oz, only a male in this case). The evil wizard had brought my friend and I to the space station to steal the crown that only I could reach (just like the wicked witch wanted to steal the ruby slippers Dorothy wore in The Wizard of Oz).
The evil wizard thought I was gullible like Dorothy and would just give the crown over to him as easily as Dorothy wanted to give over her ruby slippers to the wicked witch when challenged for it, so he had brought my friend and I there so that I could climb up the tower ladder that went up from the space station to bring down the crown that rested at the utmost top of it. I let him think I was gullible like Dorothy so he wouldn't interfere with my climb or hurt my friend as I climbed. But, I had no intention of giving over my crown to him.
He wanted the crown so that he could rule the world with it's powers. It's my crown, and I'm going to use it's powers to enable myself to do my craftwork in peace. I'm like the evil witch who doesn't want to be bothered and to keep from being disturbed is going to buy a strong deadbolt for my door and a welcome mat that reads "GO AWAY."
Anyway, as I was standing there in the space station chamber with my friend and this evil wizard, in my dreaming mind, even though there was no obvious symbolism to suggest it, I knew that this space station and the ladder with the crown on the top of it were in a mikveh. I'm not sure how the clear association came to exist (as I've only been to a mikveh once in my life), but there it was.
Interjected here in the dream, between the mikveh association and beginning of my climb up the tower ladder, I encountered the space station dining room filled with diners, some cookies, a big dog running loose and some stairs. I took some cookies from the dining room (but never ate them) and avoided the big dog by taking a twisting winding chaotic path on the stairs between various floors of the space station. Then, I climbed the tower ladder and retrieved my crown, claiming it as my own as I touched it for the first time at the top of the tower ladder that only I could climb. The claim reverberated down and the evil wizard knew now that I'm not Dorothy and he was not in Kansas. I was crowned, and he can't have my crown or now hurt my friend now that I am wearing the crown.
Suddenly, I was in my earth bedroom (as it appeared when I was a teenager) with some girlfriends. There was a terrible tornado directly overhead (the evil wizard must be having a fit, I thought). My girlfriends wanted me to get down on the floor so that I wouldn't get drawn up into the winds of the tornado, but I wasn't afraid. I had to get my earrings off the dresser top, so I stood up and got them. They thought I was crazy. But, I knew the winds of the tornado couldn't touch me, and I really wanted to wear my pretty witchy earrings, even within the midst of a tornado (witches are fearless like that, you know). So, I got them and put them on, then got back down on the floor along with my girlfriends.
I woke up.
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Saturday, July 3, 2010
Serach - A Woman Of The Craft
Pinchas
וְשֵׁם בַּת-אָשֵׁר, שָׂרַח
and the name of of the daughter of Asher was Serach ... Bamidbar 26:46
Serach is a mystery, a secret of Torah. The truth about Serach sounds out from the deep silence which surrounds and protects her.
Serach (שרח) is an Artisan, a Craftswoman (חרש). Serach is a woman of the Craft.
She's a Witch, and the number of her name is 13.
[Note - שרח has a gematria of 508, with a digit sum of 13.]
וְשֵׁם בַּת-אָשֵׁר, שָׂרַח
and the name of of the daughter of Asher was Serach ... Bamidbar 26:46
Serach is a mystery, a secret of Torah. The truth about Serach sounds out from the deep silence which surrounds and protects her.
Serach (שרח) is an Artisan, a Craftswoman (חרש). Serach is a woman of the Craft.
She's a Witch, and the number of her name is 13.
[Note - שרח has a gematria of 508, with a digit sum of 13.]
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Sex Magic And The Real Meaning Of Negative Mitzvah 310
Mishpatim
כ״ט בשבט תש"ע
Keowulf 1
Sabbath Day of the Dark Moon
מְכַשֵּׁפָה, לֹא תְחַיֶּה.
The witch will be/have no beastly-acting beast. Shemot 22:17, Negative Mitzvah 310
כָּל-שֹׁכֵב עִם-בְּהֵמָה, מוֹת יוּמָת.
Whosoever lies with a beast shall be put to death. Shemot 22:18
When the Hebrew letter tav (ת) is prefixed to a verb stem, it sometimes indicates the third person, singular, feminine, future tense - "she will." A tav prefix on a verb also changes it to a noun. Thus, the implication in the above Hebrew verses is that a witch, through the alchemical transformations which naturally come in consequence to the magical practice of real witchcraft, will ultimately herself not be a beastly-acting beast of a woman. Through her magical practice, she will evolve into a fully actualized Human Being acting as an agent of the Divine. Thus, a witch should not be joined to an untransformable beastly-acting beast of a man.
It is in every witch's best interest to choose a mate carefully, wisely and with insightful connection to his truest nature. Without that connection, there is no good future for the two together.
The teaching of the two verses above from Shemot pertains to the critical element of reciprocal connection of a couple to each other's innermost Divine nature to attaining higher level magic. Without it, extraordinary magic (sex magic) within the context of a couple (a ritual coven of two) is impossible.
Tuesday night's dream:
There were two parallel-like realities. I was pulled from existing in the normative one into a special one hidden from the normative world.
I was able to go back and forth between the existent realities at will because of my unique chemistry. Those in the normative reality from which I had come could not enter into the special one, and weren't even aware of its existence. Only few of those who primarily existed in the special one could enter into normative existence without it killing them or cutting off them from re-entering the hidden reality. There was something very unique about my chemistry (and the chemistry of the few others who, like me, could move without damage through either reality). This ability to move equally well in both worlds made me a highly valued person in the special existence, sort of like a special-operations person might be in the military.
Two other women had been pulled into the special reality at around the same time I had. We each arrived and sat down in theater-like seats. In the seats directly behind us, we were each then pulled back into the lap of a male beast-like creature (each which looked something like the beast in the cartoon film Beauty and the Beast, although I was only able to accurately perceive the one directly behind me). I had to decide whether or not to remain with him. I liked him, so I said okay. He felt comfortable and fitting for me.
The scene changed and we were in a small gym-like auditorium. My beast was a leader and he also had to be judged by the judges to be fit for me (of special-operations potential). I had to help him survive the judging ordeal by gathering up all the balls (like nerf balls but hard like rubber) which had been thrown out onto the gym floor and place them all within a high basketball hoop (closed shut at the bottom) within a short time-limited period of time. There were lots of balls to pick up, and the basket was located at a very high place on the wall - it was a difficult test for me as well - to get all the balls in the basket within the short period of allotted time.
The timer started. I started retrieving balls, putting each one in the basket one after another. My beast was in a closed chamber hooked to the gym-like room undergoing some ordeal at the same time I was retrieving balls. One time, the chamber opened briefly and I saw the my beast was less beast-like, but not yet quite human-looking. As soon as I saw this little bit of transformation, the chamber closed back up with him in it.
One of the persons watching our ordeal, trying to thwart our success, came out onto the gym floor and picked up one of the balls still remaining to be retrieved and threw it out the door of the special world into the normative one. Egads! - I knew innately that I couldn't lose touch-contact with special world all during the ordeal or the whole procedure would be disrupted and a failure! Quickly, I got to the door, and with one of my tiptoes still inside the special world, and gripping onto the door with one hand, I went through with the rest of my body into the normative world and pulled the tossed ball back into the special world. I fully reentered the special world. The ball in my hand was the last ball to be put into the high basket.
As I put the the last ball into the high basket, the chamber opened up and dumped out a naked man onto the gym floor. My beast was now a fully human man.
The end-timer never went off, so we had succeeded.
I woke up.
כ״ט בשבט תש"ע
Keowulf 1
Sabbath Day of the Dark Moon
מְכַשֵּׁפָה, לֹא תְחַיֶּה.
The witch will be/have no beastly-acting beast. Shemot 22:17, Negative Mitzvah 310
כָּל-שֹׁכֵב עִם-בְּהֵמָה, מוֹת יוּמָת.
Whosoever lies with a beast shall be put to death. Shemot 22:18
When the Hebrew letter tav (ת) is prefixed to a verb stem, it sometimes indicates the third person, singular, feminine, future tense - "she will." A tav prefix on a verb also changes it to a noun. Thus, the implication in the above Hebrew verses is that a witch, through the alchemical transformations which naturally come in consequence to the magical practice of real witchcraft, will ultimately herself not be a beastly-acting beast of a woman. Through her magical practice, she will evolve into a fully actualized Human Being acting as an agent of the Divine. Thus, a witch should not be joined to an untransformable beastly-acting beast of a man.
It is in every witch's best interest to choose a mate carefully, wisely and with insightful connection to his truest nature. Without that connection, there is no good future for the two together.
The teaching of the two verses above from Shemot pertains to the critical element of reciprocal connection of a couple to each other's innermost Divine nature to attaining higher level magic. Without it, extraordinary magic (sex magic) within the context of a couple (a ritual coven of two) is impossible.
Tuesday night's dream:
There were two parallel-like realities. I was pulled from existing in the normative one into a special one hidden from the normative world.
I was able to go back and forth between the existent realities at will because of my unique chemistry. Those in the normative reality from which I had come could not enter into the special one, and weren't even aware of its existence. Only few of those who primarily existed in the special one could enter into normative existence without it killing them or cutting off them from re-entering the hidden reality. There was something very unique about my chemistry (and the chemistry of the few others who, like me, could move without damage through either reality). This ability to move equally well in both worlds made me a highly valued person in the special existence, sort of like a special-operations person might be in the military.
Two other women had been pulled into the special reality at around the same time I had. We each arrived and sat down in theater-like seats. In the seats directly behind us, we were each then pulled back into the lap of a male beast-like creature (each which looked something like the beast in the cartoon film Beauty and the Beast, although I was only able to accurately perceive the one directly behind me). I had to decide whether or not to remain with him. I liked him, so I said okay. He felt comfortable and fitting for me.
The scene changed and we were in a small gym-like auditorium. My beast was a leader and he also had to be judged by the judges to be fit for me (of special-operations potential). I had to help him survive the judging ordeal by gathering up all the balls (like nerf balls but hard like rubber) which had been thrown out onto the gym floor and place them all within a high basketball hoop (closed shut at the bottom) within a short time-limited period of time. There were lots of balls to pick up, and the basket was located at a very high place on the wall - it was a difficult test for me as well - to get all the balls in the basket within the short period of allotted time.
The timer started. I started retrieving balls, putting each one in the basket one after another. My beast was in a closed chamber hooked to the gym-like room undergoing some ordeal at the same time I was retrieving balls. One time, the chamber opened briefly and I saw the my beast was less beast-like, but not yet quite human-looking. As soon as I saw this little bit of transformation, the chamber closed back up with him in it.
One of the persons watching our ordeal, trying to thwart our success, came out onto the gym floor and picked up one of the balls still remaining to be retrieved and threw it out the door of the special world into the normative one. Egads! - I knew innately that I couldn't lose touch-contact with special world all during the ordeal or the whole procedure would be disrupted and a failure! Quickly, I got to the door, and with one of my tiptoes still inside the special world, and gripping onto the door with one hand, I went through with the rest of my body into the normative world and pulled the tossed ball back into the special world. I fully reentered the special world. The ball in my hand was the last ball to be put into the high basket.
As I put the the last ball into the high basket, the chamber opened up and dumped out a naked man onto the gym floor. My beast was now a fully human man.
The end-timer never went off, so we had succeeded.
I woke up.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Witch's Tongs From The Altar Of Glowing Stone
Yitro
וְאִם-מִזְבַּח אֲבָנִים תַּעֲשֶׂה-לִּי, לֹא-תִבְנֶה אֶתְהֶן גָּזִית: כִּי חַרְבְּךָ הֵנַפְתָּ עָלֶיהָ, וַתְּחַלְלֶהָ
And if thou make Me an altar of stone, thou shalt not build it of hewn stones; for if thou lift up thy tool upon it, thou hast profaned it ... Shemot 20:21
Hewn Stone - Cut Off (גָּזִית) From Reality
The Hebrew word for 'thy tool' in the Torah verse is חרבך from the shoresh חרב which refers to a tool (like a sword, for example) which creates 'ruin' and 'loss of vitality.' This kind of tool is not to be used upon the altar.
Glowing Stone - The Infusion (רִצְפָּה) Into Reality
The Hebrew word for a specific kind of 'tool' in this week's Haftarah (in Isaiah) is בְּמֶלְקַחַיִם (translates as 'with the tongs') from the shoresh לקח which means 'taking', 'receiving' and 'knowledge' - in other words, tongs pertain to a tool for 'taking' and 'receiving knowledge' (as opposed to causing ruin and loss of vitality). The kind of specific tool as found in this week's Haftarah (in contrast to the tool in the Torah portion) is used by the seraph, who "with a glowing stone in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from upon the altar, touched my mouth with it, and said: Lo, this hath touched thy lips; and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin expiated." In correlation with the meanings of the shoresh לקח, the seraph took to make a witch fit to receive prophetic knowledge. In her cauldron, she brews it, even stirring the deliciously delightful mysteries with the tongs through which she was made fit to receive it. Through one arm of the tongs, one takes (summons) knowledge, and through the other arm of the tongs one receives knowledge.
As posted on Walking On Fire earlier today:
Last night I dreamt.
I was touring Breezee Tower (a tall business building now deserted in my hometown) for an apartment on the upper floor. The halls of the building were busy with people - though deserted in real life, it was not deserted in my dream, but was in use for both business (lower floors) and apartments (upper floor).
The upper floor of the building was also haunted by ghosts. Most people were afraid of the ghosts, but I wasn't. I talked to the ghosts in conversation whenever approached by one.
There was a table in the middle of a side hallway. As I approached the table, I started to dance around the table (like one does at Simchat Torah) and chant a chant made up of words I had not ever learned before. I didn't understand many of the words released from my mouth, but someone at the table recognized them as an archaic specialized dialect of ancient Hebrew that very few people knew. It was a specialized ritual form of Hebrew. Some of the words I myself recognized - for example, Torah was pronounced as a construction of Tarah (tar sounding something like car, ah sounding like ahh - like in haftarah). I knew in my mind the word Tarah was Torah, but an ancient pronunciation of it.
I woke up.
An old kabbalistic poem of mine (originally published on my Geocities website), entitled Cauldron, relates a story of the tongs discussed in the Haftarah connected to this week's Torah portion:
forged without calculation
reverberating with eternal essence, the lifeforce
brewing namelessly under the nostrils, purifying recognition
some thoughtbare combination, a tasty transformation
within a witch's cauldron, over colorless flames darkly
simmering a stew of primeval mysteries
including everything, yet nothing yet
percolating in silence, an utterly female science
patiently pivoting tongs stirring that connection
deliciously delightful
singly unique
sustaining completely, from the timeless time to come
turning history
without equivocation
וְאִם-מִזְבַּח אֲבָנִים תַּעֲשֶׂה-לִּי, לֹא-תִבְנֶה אֶתְהֶן גָּזִית: כִּי חַרְבְּךָ הֵנַפְתָּ עָלֶיהָ, וַתְּחַלְלֶהָ
And if thou make Me an altar of stone, thou shalt not build it of hewn stones; for if thou lift up thy tool upon it, thou hast profaned it ... Shemot 20:21
Hewn Stone - Cut Off (גָּזִית) From Reality
The Hebrew word for 'thy tool' in the Torah verse is חרבך from the shoresh חרב which refers to a tool (like a sword, for example) which creates 'ruin' and 'loss of vitality.' This kind of tool is not to be used upon the altar.
Glowing Stone - The Infusion (רִצְפָּה) Into Reality
The Hebrew word for a specific kind of 'tool' in this week's Haftarah (in Isaiah) is בְּמֶלְקַחַיִם (translates as 'with the tongs') from the shoresh לקח which means 'taking', 'receiving' and 'knowledge' - in other words, tongs pertain to a tool for 'taking' and 'receiving knowledge' (as opposed to causing ruin and loss of vitality). The kind of specific tool as found in this week's Haftarah (in contrast to the tool in the Torah portion) is used by the seraph, who "with a glowing stone in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from upon the altar, touched my mouth with it, and said: Lo, this hath touched thy lips; and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin expiated." In correlation with the meanings of the shoresh לקח, the seraph took to make a witch fit to receive prophetic knowledge. In her cauldron, she brews it, even stirring the deliciously delightful mysteries with the tongs through which she was made fit to receive it. Through one arm of the tongs, one takes (summons) knowledge, and through the other arm of the tongs one receives knowledge.
As posted on Walking On Fire earlier today:
Last night I dreamt.
I was touring Breezee Tower (a tall business building now deserted in my hometown) for an apartment on the upper floor. The halls of the building were busy with people - though deserted in real life, it was not deserted in my dream, but was in use for both business (lower floors) and apartments (upper floor).
The upper floor of the building was also haunted by ghosts. Most people were afraid of the ghosts, but I wasn't. I talked to the ghosts in conversation whenever approached by one.
There was a table in the middle of a side hallway. As I approached the table, I started to dance around the table (like one does at Simchat Torah) and chant a chant made up of words I had not ever learned before. I didn't understand many of the words released from my mouth, but someone at the table recognized them as an archaic specialized dialect of ancient Hebrew that very few people knew. It was a specialized ritual form of Hebrew. Some of the words I myself recognized - for example, Torah was pronounced as a construction of Tarah (tar sounding something like car, ah sounding like ahh - like in haftarah). I knew in my mind the word Tarah was Torah, but an ancient pronunciation of it.
I woke up.
An old kabbalistic poem of mine (originally published on my Geocities website), entitled Cauldron, relates a story of the tongs discussed in the Haftarah connected to this week's Torah portion:
forged without calculation
reverberating with eternal essence, the lifeforce
brewing namelessly under the nostrils, purifying recognition
some thoughtbare combination, a tasty transformation
within a witch's cauldron, over colorless flames darkly
simmering a stew of primeval mysteries
including everything, yet nothing yet
percolating in silence, an utterly female science
patiently pivoting tongs stirring that connection
deliciously delightful
singly unique
sustaining completely, from the timeless time to come
turning history
without equivocation
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