Dusk & Resurrection (Cycles)_v2


I begin here in winter, the air more translucent and conductive, breathing falling.  In dusk, my face ever changing, your cycles before me.  I stood in sapphire lightning, feeling Hashem’s love consistent in all forms of reason synthesize me.  I suppose it was want, mixed with compassion and need that just kept whispering and giving until I prayed that it would give me my leave.  Dusk is seldom a rite in the dominion of Yotsehr Or’, but on that day, that star bound shrinking day, when the winds poured with their sweet soulful waters, that interesting day, HaKadosh, Baruch Hu kissed my mouth with life and made me, there was dusk, sounding twilight until darkness became like glass.  From my entrance dusk cries out to dusk, in answer light cries out to light and E’in Sof eternal rung unto rung I climbed and was delivered.

Ripping husk of famine, layer upon layer, it recalls me and this second time it leaves me.  Sound grows deeper at dusk, the light specters that have been playing most of the day turn their age and the sparkle in their eye settles, somewhat like watching the sand descend to its last grain in the hourglass, the window shade descending on a bright winter day.  Adon Olam,in dusk my assignment, my lasting grace.  This worn shelter you have stated, this internal wisdom you created, my delicate seed.  This is a wilderness in which you play my destiny, this bone held lodging upon sinking sand.  In unadorned razed ramparts I ask you my Emet, and with your energy, with your consideration, without pause, YHWH-Rapha you become me.  No entity, no earthbound accommodation, beyond me separation calls out to separation, in answer atom calls out to atom and HaMakom present rung unto rung I climbed and was received.

Genetic revelation, prognosis by change, a gift of resurrection, infernal insight, enflamed creation, dawn it rides hard before me, HaRachaman in mercy, aware never leaving unto you before sapphire, I am.  Electrical destiny, where you take me Ehiyeh sh’Ehiyeh, I am before me resurrection you release me to fly!  Renewal awakened, blind judgment forsaken, these questions are answered I will follow no dark prophet, let alone will you ever let me die.  Uri Gol blessed beauty in this your era, resurrection from fire, a place of your kindness, here surrounded by dross Mechayeh Metim returning forever you have given me breath.  This is thunder unrestrained by behavior, revived before Eden to see G-ds pure eyes.  In life of this Torah, a resurrection as blind calls out to blind, in answer sight calls out to sight and Tzur Israel resurrects me so that rung after rung I climb and I am born with fire in my feet, Adoshem, one G-D of creation I am resurrected free. – דָּנִיֵּאל 04/06/2014

The Craft

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Magic mesmerizes me.  Spells, enchantments the waving of the foreboding cloaked arms summing what not and where for from the bowels of the earth is of incredible interest to me.  Likewise my amazement and curiosity has reached cat killing levels in studying the miracles in the Tanakh that were performed by the prophets.  Sea’s parting, that little magic rivalry down Egypt way between Moses and Pharaoh’s magicians, and the sun holding still in the sky more hours than it should because Israel needed more daylight to slay its enemies.  Then there was Merlin and Morgana Le Fay, the M & M of white and black magic, the swirling of wands and liturgical like spells in that ancient Celtic tongue, who could not be interested in that?  The Druids, the circles, the whirlwinds, the visions the healings and yes the dragons.

So what happened?  Where is this magic now?  Looking around seems like this place (earth) could use a little spell or two.  Sure there’s plenty of talk, prayers, crystals, yelling screaming charlatans and faith healers, all claiming to be able to have the inside track to wonders and miracles.  I don’t see it making the nightly news.  What happened?  Did the laws of magic change?  Is PBS right?  Does “Ajji Majji la Tarajji” and Abracadabrabelong in myths and fairy tales 101?  Oh say it isn’t so.  Right now PBS we could really use some magic.  Wars, well somebody needs to win them, peace somebody needs to establish it.  Poor, dang it, somebody charm up a little something to deal with the poor.  So what happened?

I was watching a Hammer Dracula flick the other night.  “Drink the Blood of Dracula” if I remember right.  The buxom fair-haired victim has just entered the gothic garden, and looks up to behold the Prince of Darkness himself, also known as Christopher Lee.  Caped and regal Dracula cast his vision upon her and slowly growls one word, “Alice”.  Sweet Alice just about has a conniption fit.  She just throws herself into the Dark Princes embrace.  Later in the same film it happens again, this time to a well endowed red-head.  “Lucy” Dracula hisses, “Sweet Lucy”.  Once again a lot of swooning takes place until the terror makes Lucy, a Lucy no more.  It kind of left me rattled!  Wow all it takes in that darkest of dark magic is one word.  A command, a summons and last but not least a recognition.  It got me to wondering about other commands in dark magic, one word commands.  There was “kill” “damned” “destroy” “forsake” “sinner” ”Jude” ”bitch” “guilty” “bastard” “faggot” “retard”, you get the idea I could go on and on for a while.  It’s like the whole Kings English just slows down to one or two syllables, and were done here, nothing left but wrecked bloody bones littering the whole decrepit landscape we call home.

Now if the Yin equals the Yang and all of creation is equal outside that fourth day when something went a little erratic with the lights, shouldn’t there be something to say about equality of magic.  There are seven days of creation with one minor blip on the fourth day.  Words breathed into the universe of shattering luminosity, beyond comprehension of the mortality we now shroud around us.  Light from one end to the other, sounds of a never-ending origin giving life-giving magic.  Yet, we have a minor flaw on the fourth day, a simple error that creates equality between good and bad, and yet we do not receive that equality.  Somehow Dracula is able to enjoy the blood of a buxom red-head by breathing out “Lucy”, while we cower behind an ancient symbol until she is indeed undead!

Kabbalah teaches that one of the most important names of G-D is Ein Sof meaning “void” “endless” or “infinite”.  Such simplicity that when breathed and lived for day after day brings about a command, a summons and last but not least recognition.  It’s the basis for recognizing other simplicity and magic in our universe.  Becoming familiar with the sounds and words of creation releases self within you to make you shine with more radiance than Merlin on his best day.  Taking the simple words, and sounds filled with one syllable may be two, usually no more than three and applying them as a command, a summons and last but not least a recognition to yourself and then to others is partaking of the same communion of magic that Joseph, Moses, Elisha, Jack O’Kent, Taliesin Europe and Erichtho did.  It is receiving the secret that Merlin wants you to know.

When you come to dwell in the light of white magic, and respect its ability, you will come to realize that the differences in magic, that between black and white is a difference between self and your G_D.  It is equal, because of creation, but your ability to obtain equal footing and equilibrium in this age is at hand.  It is not justice to send you on your journey without sharing some of the syllables and sounds of white magic.  Within the void of eternity take your magic.  Learn your strength from speaking, “love” “still” “peace” “rest” “faith” “honor” “truth” “awe” “ah” “light” “value” “splendid” “majesty” “O” “excellent” “certain” “amazing” “fly” “highest” “blessed” “effortless” “beautiful” “spirit” “free” “shine”……the ancient list goes on and on, you will acquire as you develop.

My belief is someday soon you will find yourself a master of the light craft.  You will command, you will summon and you will recognize.  You are called to be equal it is an ancient calling embedded in “The Craft” where your mind now takes you.  Shalom – DS 11/19/2013