7-30-16: Shekinah

People say, “I pray to God; I talk to God; but He never answers me; She isn’t listening to me.”

What are you praying for? What are you asking for? How are you doing it?

Hashem answers in two basic ways:

1.) On the macroscale, YHWH answers in the Storm Cloud and in the Whirlwind. This is a Judgment upon a nation, a people, or a tongue, which indirectly benefits you.

2.) On the microscale, Shekinah answers but a question, which is Compassion personified. And it benefits you directly, Her answering your question about a nation, a people, or a tongue.

“I wanna new car! I wanna ‘nother baby! I wanna hit the friggin’ lottery! I want! I want! I want! Waah! Waah!”

Such a prayer is seldom, if ever, answered.

“Within this world, Lord, may all of your Stars Come down, and choose parents for themselves, who want and need them.”

A prayer like that, is often answered…

But not always. For even the Stars, have their freewill.

What is your motive, in asking for that? Are you being selfish? For YHWH considers your motives far, far more than He does your actions, in His Judgments.

Selfish prayers are seldom answered, unless the one praying unwittingly asks for something which will benefit a large number of people, or perhaps, the entire world. Such a prayer may result in a Sampson, or a Brahms, or the next C.S. Lewis.

Shekinah does, generally, answer every proper question Her child puts to Her; and generally She does it within the same day, and sometimes within seconds.

YHWH’s Rod?

It may take some time…

For He Truly tries to use it sparingly.

The Tiny Whisper in the Ear, the Small Voice of Shekinah, is a Slight Touch and Breath and Rustling of the New Leaf, the New Bloom, the Green Branch of the Prophet, Newly Sprung from the Stump, from the Root.

And when Shekinah no longer has to answer any of these questions, the Prophet has grown into the Rod, the Trunk, the Green Branch, which Overshadows the entire earth, as with Outstretched Wings.

But the thing is, that you have to learn the lingo first. And it is different for everyone, depending upon the Dimension and the Universe that you have chosen to Come down here to Live within.

After you read the story to follow, think over your own prayers, and decide if they are truly being answered by Hashem. And open your eyes and ears, so that you may see how the Tiny Whisper is speaking to you.

Like I said; you gotta know the lingo.

Here is how the Small Voice works for me:

I rebuilt my picnic table in the grove, and threw my tools into the black and blue and yellow bucket, and took them in. It took me all day.

I managed to salvage six boards for reuse. But since I replaced the 2 x 4s with treated decking, I had to salvage two more of the old boards for legs, for additional strength and stability, which made eight saved.

Yes; pay attention, to what you are seeing and hearing. For it is through numerology, that Hashem describes the Universe. After all; the Third Book of the Word, is Numbers…

I supported four of the legs upon stones, which are uncut by human hands. In the Four Directions, the Leveled Expanse was supported by the Foundation Stones. (Know, that everything which you will encounter in your life, is symbolic.)

The two other legs were free in the air, both up and down, hanging suspended between Heaven and earth. And these are the Six Directions. (You have to keep your eyes on the Goal, and you feet on the Path, to Zion; and you have to be paying attention to the Way and Word of Hashem, 24 / 7 / 366).

I took two other uncut stones, which were thicker and bigger, and put them under my leveled table. And then the other four legs were in up the air, and the table was tottering like a seesaw. So I dug them in; but I was not satisfied with the result.

At work on the third day after, I was on an idle site. And behind the remains of the recut building, at the northwest corner, I found a stone hammer with a yellow handle and a black grip. The head was to the right, close to the post; the tail was to the left, farther away. I looked at it, and said to myself, “Black and yellow, kills a fellow.”

The place was abandoned; and they obviously did not know where it was; and no one had been in here for months. I could have easily taken it home, for they did not know what they had done with it.

The head was not at all rusty, which I puzzled over, as the hammer had been out here in the open likely all winter.

I picked it up, and put it in the piping which held the post to the recut building, where they could easily find it again.

Someone else may take it, who needs it; but it is not going to be me.

I find tools like this all of the time. But I only take home those which I find out on the road, as no one knows who dropped them. You will find all kinds of stuff on finders keepers, in the Pentateuch.

From the massive scrap pile, I took two small scraps of the right size and thicknesses, which had been cut and split by the hand of man, for my leveled place, my pad beneath the picnic table, within my grove. And I found a better one; so I switched the second one out, for the third.

But this bothered me.

Here are the circumstances:

1.) The operator had told me that I could take as much rock off of the scrap piles as I wanted, and as often as I wanted. And if I wanted anything specific, if I came by the yard, he could give it to me at a good price, or perhaps even free, depending upon what it was, or how much of it I wanted.

2.) When I asked about the landowner, he said that he lived in Baltimore, and only came up on weekends and vacations; he owned 3,000 to 8,000 acres; and he didn’t care what he did anyway – It was his production and rock, and he could do what he wanted with it, as long as the checks kept cashing. And besides; they had been friends for years.

3.) It was two tiny pieces of scrap rock, which was destined for burial in the fill.

4.) Only God, and I, and the ravens were there.

So I had full permission to take them; but still, for some reason, it did not feel right. So when I got to the next site in the same property down the hill, I tossed them out into the weeds, and felt better with myself, for it.

The site operator used to ride on my bus, when we both went to Nazareth. He was a year ahead of me. Imagine meeting him way up here all over again, after all of these years!

It’s a small Universe…

I pondered this stuff, all of the way home. I had advance permission to take buku more; it was not much; and I wanted and could definitely use it. So, why did it somehow still feel like stealing, to me?

It was because I absolutely did not need it…

I could make do, with what I already had.

All the way home, I pondered upon all of the nuances of this, and when do you punish a mother or a brother for having to steal bread to feed their own, when Hashem duty-binds all of the nation to provide for the safety and welfare of all of their own? Where is Righteousness become the Thief in the Night? Where does Judgment and, and Forgiveness begin?

Like I said: 24 : 7 : 366.

The next morning, in the half-light, I was coming into the ring of uncut stones on the mountain, the area which I had raised up and leveled in the grove for the picnic table, where the smoke pleasingly rises up into Heaven from the bloody meat placed upon the grill…

And there, behind the post of a tree I had spared in the grove, was my Estwing…My carpenter’s hammer, which I had used in making living space in the Fire Museum on Main Street in Old Bethlehem, the city of my birth, the city of my father, who also was a carpenter. We used to meet at the old, wooden counter in the Woolworths’ for breakfast for a while, I working in the Fire Museum right to the south of it, he working in the Orr’s right to the north of it…

At least, for a time.

The nuances of that, were never lost on me…

Look for your own nuances and circumstantials, in your own life…

I had not even missed my carpenter’s hammer. I did not even know, where it was.

My hammer was to the southwest, in the leveled grove. And my hammer’s head was close to the post, the head to the right, and the tail to the left. And I marveled at how little rust was on it yet, after having being rained upon so much. And I bent down toward the earth…

“I see, said the blind carpenter, as he picked up his hammer and saw…”

And as I leaned over, my eyes filled with the colored sparkles of the half-sphered fronts of the Scrolls that were grasped in the Claws of the Eagle, in the half-light of this morning. And as my hand grasped the blue handle of the East Wing, right from where the handle hit the head, oriented west, north, and south, a white Sephirah struck me right between the eyes, right upon the forehead, within the Third Eye, fast-coming and fast-going, leaving a hole in the Universe, within which is seen the Beginning, and the End.

And I thought, ‘The Six Directions…The Six Seals…YWH in the Six Perturbations…The Three, the Six, the Twelve, the Twenty-four, the Forty-eight, the Seventy-two, the One-hundred-and-forty-four Legs of the Bronzed Tools and Altars and Lavers, upon the High Leveled Place…’

And I picked up my blue and silver carpenter hammer and saw…

That it was lying in almost the exact position and referential closeness and angle to the tree, as was the black and yellow and silver and stone hammer of three days before to the iron pipe of the posthole, far to the north of here.

And that is how Shekinah whispers in my ear. And all of my questions of the day before, and of the long night in between, were answered in but a Single Flash of the Sephirah, and a recognition of the similarities of repetition.

For it is an entirely symbolic language; and it is interactive, and it is relative to the needs and wants and mindset and knowledge and level of observation of the receiver of the Message.

Pay attention, and observe. Open your eyes, and your ears. And learn how Hashem Is always speaking to you, and thinking about you, and Is caring for you, though you may choose to deny this, and His Very Presence. He Is always there; She Is always holding you, and picking you up, and trying to comfort you.

But do not wait too long; do not deny the Presence for too long…

For YHWH is waiting…

And the Rod?

It Is within His Hand.

Will He place it in your own hands, as your True Inheritance? Or will He lay it hard upon your stiffened back, as a further burden, and punishment?

Will you be Forgiven, and be taken under Her Wing, to rest Hedged within the Warmth of the Wisdom of Her Plucked Bare Bosom?

Or will you be Judged, and feel the Hard Cold Rod upon your back, and have the Frozen Thunderstones from Above crack your foolish head wide open?

The choice, is yours…

It has always been yours, since from the Very Beginning.

So, choose wisely.

Stop; look; and listen…

And Cross Over.

Gary W. Harper

© 7-30-16

 

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8-5-16: Husbandry

There are those who are indifferent to animals, who are deliberately cruel to them, who do not care for them, or for the plight of those animals who have been given into their care. There are those who treat animals without heart or mind, as but a commodity, to be sold and traded for lifeless gold.

And those who have been taught this, by the world? Who do not strive to correct this egregious error?

They shall have no share in Olam Habah.

Hashem created every fowl of the air, and every creature of the sea, and every beast of the field, and of the forest. And Hashem saw that it was good; for as it was from the Mind of Hashem, so was it so.

And Hashem took every attribute of every creature of the creation, which all reflect His Glory, and He gathered them all together into one place. And this is why, the Ark was created…

And Hashem formed these attributes which He had already created, and placed them all into one final creature, which He called, “man.” And Hashem saw that the work of His Hands, was good; for the man, was now made fully in the image of Hashem, and reflected the attributes all of the inhabitants of both Heaven and earth.

“The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb; and the leopard, shall lie down with the kid; and the calf, and the young lion, and the fatling together. And the cow and the bear, shall feed together; their young ones, shall lie down together: and the lion, shall eat straw like the ox.”

And this is possible, for man; for all of these attributes, are possible within any man. But before a man takes after one of these, after the way of the world, a Little Child, first goes before them.

“And the Suckling Child, shall play upon the hole of the asp; and the Weaned Child, shall put his hand within the cockatrice’s den.”

For Hashem has Hedged them about with His Protection, those still innocent ones, until the time comes that they decide to choose for Hashem, or for the dust and going on the belly of the Evil One.

“And they shall not hurt nor destroy in all of My Holy Mountain: for the earth shall be full of the Knowledge of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea.”

Each child is born with the Full Knowledge of where they Came from, which is from Gan Eden, from the Very Beginning, from the Shekinah. And gaining unto Olam Bahah is nothing more than the return through the Eastern Gate, into Gan Eden…

Beneath the Green Sheltering Chuppah of the Veil of the Knowledge of Olam Habah does the One ever wait, behind the Shield of the Guarded Door of the East, of Gan Eden.

And man chose after the Knowledge of Good and Evil, rather than eat of the Tree of Life, first. And he saw his own nature; he saw the attributes of the raw created animal within him, alone. And he found himself naked before Hashem, and helpless, and consumed by his own newly-found, animal passions…

And he was sore afraid.

So, just like the animals which came before them, which Hashem Himself had made good, Hashem covered red man in the skins of his own potential animal nature…

Within his outward, visible, bestial Veil-Form of self.

And some became wolves; and some became sheep. And some became lions; and some became goats. And some became leopards; and some became oxen. And some became bears; and some became asses.

But within the One, the One Who was Anointed by Hashem at the Very Beginning, do all of these many, lie down together as One, in complete harmony. And He yet retains His childlike nature, and His innocence, and the Full Knowledge of where He Came from…

And this is the reason for the Voyage of the Ark, which is suspended in safety above the dark, raging storm of the sea. Within the protection of the Hedge of Gopher Wood, the Eastern Gate Sealed and Protected from within, is all of Life protected, from within…

And thus is He Who Is Still the Child, Appointed by Hashem, to lead them all.

He who is cruel to the beasts?

The Insatiable Maw of Gehinnom awaits him, to devour him.

He who is indifferent to animals, who trades them for dead gold, without even a passing thought for their past, present, and future welfare?

The Eternal Gripping Silence of the surrounding Clay of Sheol, awaits his fast coming.

And he who considers Hashem’s handiwork not at all, but thinks only of himself?

For Him, does the Risen Flame of the Abyss, hungrily await…

He who does not marvel at the Green Hedge placed all around him? The Chuppah which was created by Hashem, as a Protection placed over him? The Veil which Shields him from the view of the way of the world? The Living Garment, the Green Leaf of the Branch which was placed there about him long ago, before he was even born?

Such a one, is destined to eat of the dust of the Wasteland. Such a one, is destined to ever burn, with a parched and voiceless throat closing, deep inside of the waterless Desert of Zin, no Wing above him, to fan him or to shade him from the cruel shining of the endless sun.

Hashem brought all of the animals forth, before Adam. And Hashem said to my Lord, that it was good…

Hashem brought all of the animals forth before Adam. And Adam?

He named each and every one of them, from the great down to the small, after his own inclination. Even the flowers of the field, even unto the thorn; and all of the birds of the air, and the many fishes of the sea; Adam did name all of them, as he pleased.

But was in not Hashem, Who brought them all forth, before him? Who gave him the Very Word of the Tongue of His Own Mouth, with which to name them?

And in their naming, did they not become as the sons and the daughters of Adam, who is to care and to nurture them, and who is to provide for their welfare, as if their own husband? For is it not called, “husbandry”?

Are not the animals to eat and to be tended first, before Adam himself is bidden to rest, and to eat? For were not the grass and the trees, and all creatures both great and small, brought forth by Hashem, before Adam? And as you do to the least one among them, do you not also do to the Spirit of the Voice Arisen within Balaam’s servant, the ass?

And thus, will the birds of the air and the beasts of the field be called forth to become satiated with the flesh of base men, before the Upper Men find their Final Rest in the newly-created Heaven on earth.

For the True Dominion over the earth, is the dominion of the Good King, the King Who is Appointed by Heaven. And is not the True Good King, both as yet unseen, and as yet unheard from?

It is not in the conquest, and the using up, and the consuming and laying waste of everything laid before your path, that the Way of the Kingdom of God is to be found. For such a selfish king, is soon deposed before all of this Heaven and the earth. And his blood nourishes the very earth which he himself has ruptured asunder, which he himself has drained, and has parched. And all Heaven Above, rejoices in seeing this…

And as the Prophets Who spoke the Very Word of Hashem have indicated…

Hearken! Hear! Behold! See!

For he will eat of the parched grass; and he will become the dry stubble; and he will become the windblown chaff, to be gathered up by the Angels of Hashem, from long ago, since his very planting, being destined for the Consuming Flame. And he will become the blown ash, until the Dew of Heaven descends upon him…

When he himself, will become the nourishing, living, green grass of the earth. And all of animals will consume him in their turn; there, in the Valley Beside the Still Waters, where the Little Child Who Comes Before All, will lead and Shepherd them as His own…

Come out of her, and yet Live.

Lay yourself down, beside the Still Waters. Consume the surrounding Green Grass, which is to be found there…

There, within the Whisper of the Breeze, beneath the Chuppah of the Spreading Branch of the Terebinth of the Shrine of the Servant of Mamre, will you find your Shelter, freely given to you. And therein, do you find your Forever Rest, which you have long sought after.

Come out of her…

Cross Over…

Defect.

Set both of your feet Right, upon the Raised-Up Straightened Path…

Become the cracked pot, hard-fired, aware of its own inherent failings, and of all of its many attributes…

And join us all here…

All of us who have been Found beneath the Green Bower of the Wedding of the Bridegroom and the bride. Here, is to be Found your Promised Inheritance, within the Shadow Government.

So just reach out, and grasp it…

That which has always been at hand. It is only you, who hold the Secret Key to the Hidden Door; the Signs to the Way of the Flame of the Lamp, which has been Hidden beneath the Thornbush from the Very Beginning.

“Come out! Come out!”

“Wherever you are…”

Hashem, has been Calling you.

Gary W. Harper

© 8-5-16

 

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