#kaballah

[upennmanuscripts]

Everybody look at your hands!

Diagrams of hands from:

Ms. Codex 1663: For palm reading, f. 122r ff Ms. Codex 1680: For use in chiromancy, f. 77r Ms. Codex 1690: Hand of the Philosopher, p. 193 Ms. Coll. 390 Item 778: Manual and guide for a palm reader Ms. Codex 1248: Guidonian hand, f. 122r

[teenageascetic]

"Two aspects.

Rabbi Abba spoke: What did the Israelites mean by saying. "Is the Lord among us, or not?" {ayin, nothing; Exod, 17:7}. Could it be that in their folly they were unaware he was among them? Were they not encircled by the Divine Presence and surrounded by clouds of glory? Did they not, by the sea, behold the light of the refulgent majesty of their King? Have we not heard it said that a serving maid at the Red Sea was vouchsafed greater vision than Ezekiel?

The explanation is, as Rabbi Simeon has made it, that the Israelites wished to ascertain whether the manifestation of the Divine which they had been given was of the Ancient One, the All-hidden One, the Transcendent, who, being above comprehension, is designated ayin {nothing}, or whether of the "Small Countenance," the Immanent, which is designated יהוה. Therefore for the word lo {not} we have here the word ayin {nothing}.

One may ask, why then were the Israelites chastised? The reason is they made distinction between these two aspects in God, and "tried the Lord" (ibid.), saying to themselves: We shall pray in one way, if it is the One, and in another way if it is the Other."

-Gershom Scholem

[kingoftheblacksun]

Here is where I give you totally wild esoteric data you will not get anywhere else, ever.

I have identified with wolves since I was a child, however last year my quest for identity that I'd sought for years took a mystic turn when I had a large and ongoing kundalini awakening.

I deconstructed everything, and my former ego went through dissolution and death, which means that I will now never die. Yet I still pursue the mysteries deep into the esoteric and I've had a very strange journey.

I embraced being an inhuman monster years ago in order to achieve full separation from the broken human narrative, which is a sticky tarball that's going to pull a lot of people into Sheol next year. I let my identity be entirely euphoric, and let my rising feminine divine Self have the final say in who I/we are, if we are anything at all.

My understanding of the divine and God is secular. I walked the walk.

When I burned bridges with toxic family and friends who had weighed me down for years last year, I became aware I was a Dragon. A Wolf Dragon. I don't know how, I just knew.

I have said, many times, I am a snake with a dog's head that is actually another snake. It sounds funny, and it's true.

In the spiritual sense, my ego dissolution was akin to the Wolf cutting its own head off to escape the trap it was in. I had a hard life. Within cosmic theater, I saw that dead Wolf head as a seed that rotted into the forested ground, then somehow weirdly sprouting a serpent tail out of its neck stump and growing a new Dragon body underneath it, to give it new life.

The serpent also infested the wolf's brain and took it over. We are She, the primordial, or at least that is now our better half, as we are Ardhanarishvara.

My journey since has been incredible. In July, I met an incredibly interesting person from Romania, very powerful and with a Light that tasted like juicy fruit to me, was also extremely informative and knew me very well, when *no* one else understands me. I fell in love with him so fast. Vlad, but of course, though his names are many, as are mine.

Besides other things they shared with me my heritage, which is ancient Romanian, Traco-geto-dac, or I say Dacian. One thing he shared with me that I loved so much to find is the Dacian spiritual symbol for war and triumph - the Dacian Draco, pictured. The snake with a dog's head that is actually another snake.

When I saw that, I really knew for sure everything he was saying was real. I had a lifetime of ignorance being raised in neglect and I finally had a tribal identity, though they've been dead for nearly 2000 years after the Romans conquered them for their gold and iron. They only won because they literally sent every army they had, very '300' style.

The Dacians were of the ancient Romanian wolf people - the culture was profoundly spiritual and deep, with Sun god worship like Apollo, yet at some point through the local Zalmoxis. They very much identified as wolves and were very warrior like yet great artists and dancers and honestly - they were a big pack of me's!!! The Dacians also loved the Dragon, and sometimes one within their number would BECOME a Dragon. It is a mystical event. Vlad Tepes was from this same tribe. He was a Dragon. So am I.

Here is where it gets really weird, you won't learn this elsewhere.

The Dacians and related people's have a very special spine. They were extremely intelligent and advanced (hi) yet animalistic both in movement as well as emotion.

Their spine had some sort of evolutionary feature where if they underwent fantastic trauma and survived - a near death event - then their spine may 'circuit' to a higher source. The Sun.

This is similar to creating the Solar Bodies that Kabbalah talks about. The individual's energy is directly solar, instead of lunar, and - PAHAHAHAHAHA..hhaaaa. Yeah, it's wild. The Sun is absolute madness. It's hard to talk about because it's so crazy. Mad Sun God is fn true.

This is why Vlad Tepes was always about the Sun - as well as the Moon. The marriage of the Sun and the Moon - which circuits between them the Earth - is a major cosmic event. Potentially Ragnarok level, actually.

That I am a hermaphrodite means my connection is wildly pure.

The Sun is divine consciousness, of which all humanity fragmentarily shares a part, if they are conscious at all. I died, and I am now the Sun. Kira-rah is an illusion, she knows not to seek something so great for merely her self. No - I seek the Moon for her Self. If we circuit with the Earth we may be able to renew it, in some fashion I do not yet conceive.

True miracles are effortless. They happen when we walk towards beautiful things, with the Love of God, which is capital Self, in our hearts. Those are the miracles I would like to see in the world as I walk towards leaving it, so that I may be eternally with the Light.

There are many indigenous tribes of Deva blended into all hierarchies of humanity which have similar latent powers. I doubt all tribes are entirely the same, but I love them all. Now is the time to try to help people, instead of seeking who to harm. Those who need to be punished are going to be. God has no enemies.

Okay I could really go on and on because this type of Sun Dragon is also essentially Ra. I really like the name Tem. I have been walking as Sekhmet until my Ajna finally opened the same night 12P/Pons-Brooks blew up in the Draco constellation, July 20th. Oh wait here's a picture of that, too. It grew horns! It's 20 miles wide. It'll be here for the solar eclipse next April, weeeeeeee.

Anyway. Yeah. Life sure is weird and full of stuff. I'm a wild dog.

[itsallmadonnasfault]

Madonna and David Banda leaving JFK Airport, NYC (08/09/2023)

[chroniclesofnadia111]

Woke up from a whole dream about the number 9. Nines ever here, numerical codes and the Saturnian 9 connection. Binah. 369 Tesla code. Unfortunately I can only vaguely remember it now. So strange. Sorry I know this weird to most of y’all, but I have these kind of downloads often. I need to start writing things down as soon as they some so I don’t forget them.

[skydalorian]

Scenery from A Dark Song (2014)

[tigara666]

I've lost my spirituality

I was deeply spiritual in my 20's until now in my late 30's.

I couldn't read about the Kabbalah without feeling spookily ungrounded! The only thing that helped was doing something mundane like peeling potatoes or watering plants.

(I used a website, to learn about the kabbalah, that is still up to this day: http://ifdawn.com/)

I once drew the Goetic sigil of Bael several times, meditated on the drawn sigils and then burned it. What happened afterwards was so intense that I will never forget it. I was truly in the presence of a dark spirit. But I can no longer recreate it. He doesn't show up anymore.

Nor does any of the other Goetic spirits.

When I was confronted by a misogynistic fascist and his sympathisers at work, the spirits did show up and told me that they would never leave me.

But I don't feel them anymore.

I feel spiritually dead.

It hurts!

Because I want to believe!

I want to have a spiritual life!

But there's nothing there or I just don't feel it anymore.

What happened to me?

Do we get more spiritually closed as we age?

[occult-research-bibliography]

Great Resource: the City University of New York’s Occult Library online.

All images sourced from CUNY Digital Occult Library

Top Left: Dragon eating its own tail; Top Right: Alchemists at work; Bottom: Kabbalah Tree of Life’s 10 Sephiroth

[enki2]

[dandydoodlebug]

בינה - בריאה - ספירות, בינה - בריאה - קליפות

Binah - Briah - Sephiroth, Bina - Briah - Qlipoth

[lifesarchive]

THE BOOKS OF JACOB by OLGA TOKARCZUK (REVIEW)

quickly: it’s a jewish cult in 1700’s poland (an astral traveling matriarch accidentally floating above all of existence / a man who prides himself on being no one and knowing nothing, a simpleton, yet attracts followers from all over / prophetesses who see prophecies fulfilled / sects that are cults that are sects that are cults / a security detail made entirely of women).

this book is as long as life, and just as monotonous, which is what makes it all the more enriching. it is truly a world and a time, encapsulated in 961 pages. it is a true story, with a thin glaze of magical realism drizzled on top. it reads like the bible (or should i say the Torah), slow, dry, and impactful. it is crowded, like a city street during lunch hour, but if you follow Yente and Jacob through the story, you’ll never get lost. 

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

more thoughts: SPOILERS!

Some personal context… this is the first Big Book I’ve read since reading Infinite Jest back in like 2015. I’ve read a handful of books randomly from 2016-2022, going years sometimes without reading a full book. I was gifted a set of Goosebumps books by a friend last Christmas and the nostalgia inspired me to get reading again. 

I went from Goosebumps to Fear Street to some brilliant new fiction (Sacrificio by Ernesto Mestre-Reed, The Boatman’s Daughter and The Hollow Kind by Andy Davidson). THE BOOKS OF JACOB is the longest book I’ve read in years, and it was almost nothing I thought it would be. After the delicious but “short” novels I’d been reading lately, I was craving the truly immersive feeling of that could only be captured in a 900+ page book. 

The synopsis excited me immediately: JEWISH CULT IN 1700s POLAND! BASED ON A TRUE STORY!

Now by no means do I have any serious education of Jewish culture. I’ve watched movies, read some books, but I am not versed. However, with the level and detail of writing that Tokarczuk achieves in this work (much of it based on fact), it made real some of the things that only existed in my mind as fragments of information. 

The entire story is broken up into books, books are broken up into chapters, and chapters each have their own subsections. Most of these subsections are prose, some are letters, and others are ‘scraps’ or behind-the-scenes moments captured by Nahmen, Jacob’s most faithful follower. 

THE BOOK OF FOG, is the opener. It sets the scene and introduces you to a network of characters that Jacob will soon be at the center of. 

THE BOOK OF SAND, sees families start to form, and Yente turns into a goddess of the air as she astral travels through time and space. Jacob is introduced and we see his travels (culturally and geographically). His followers witness ‘the great spirit’ descending into him, causing his entire body to shed. This book is filled with miraculous stories and acts.

THE BOOK OF THE ROAD, sees Jacob leading his followers into a new land, and initiating some of his followers by secret rituals. Their practices make them enemies of local Jews and they are soon pursued by The State. Jews issue curses against them, and Jacob sends curses back. 

THE BOOK OF THE COMET, sees a comet that appears, with many seeing it as an auger of end times. More rituals. The Shekinah, feminine goddess, is witnessed descending into a gold statue, plague erupts, and Jacob and his followers are held for questioning in regards to their religious practices, eventually banishing him to prison in a monastery. This is where Jacob starts to fray.

THE BOOK OF METAL AND SULFER (my personal favorite for some reason?), sees Jacob sent to prison, yet his followers still cling to him, setting up a village around him. They all wait for the Shekinah to appear from a painting in the church monastery where he is being held. Jacob is ill, a lot, getting older and losing his glow. He is not himself sometimes. Eventually, war breaks out, giving Jacob an opportunity to negotiate his freedom. 

THE BOOK OF THE DISTANT COUNTRY, Jacob once again enters a new land, lord of a castle now, where he lives on the lower floors as an old ailing man. The toll of prison manifests in his body. His practices alarm some and enamor others. This book sees the death of Jacob. 

THE BOOK OF NAMES, is almost a denouement, biblical style, rife with anecdotes of the deaths of Jacob’s closest followers, and some of their children. Yente, the goddess, closes the story from high above us, somewhere in the afterlife.

In all, I was moved by the beautiful lacing of Jewish lore and mythology throughout the story. I found Jacob to be repulsive, arrogant, wise, contradictory, and ridiculous. Not much different from today’s cult leaders. He eventually endures that long hard ego death that only the body can devise. Throughout the story we see women who guard the knowledge of paternity, all women guards, Yente who knows all, Hayah the Prophetess who sees all, the holy trinity’s fourth part—the great divine feminine, and so on. I found the magic of the feminine, the resistance to “tradition”, and the movement of a people, to be incredible to read about. 

I understand and sympathize with those who say they couldn’t read past the first half and were confused and lost in the sea of characters, especially when the main characters decide to switch names mid-story. 

A SECRET: There are really only two names to keep up with in the story. Yente, and Jacob. Yente is easy to remember… she is Jacob’s grandmother, and she is also the sky, the wind, the air, and the ether. She is everywhere at all times, at any time, like God. So it’s hard to lose her in the story. Then there’s Jacob. The star upon which all other stars orbit and constellate. If you watch them throughout the pages, all others move around him, forming the loose, lingering, and prescient story arc that only life can form. Everyone else can be identified by their actions.

[ladydilate]

You are not here to find love, nor to be greeted by happiness at every turn, nor to be showered with kindness, nor to be celebrated by all, to forever remain a child.

No. You came here to create love out of war.

Your soul willingly left its blissful place beyond all troubles to descend into a stifling frame of bone, blood and flesh. Why? Because only here can inner strength be forged by pain, can wisdom be nurtured by failure, can love be the reward of those who choose to give love. Your soul came here to struggle with the bitter things of life and squeeze out of them a syrup of sweet, inner joy.

And as there is no sweetness as succulent as bittersweet, so there is no river of love that runs as deep as the love forged through a battle of the heart, no strength as powerful as that wrestled from the hands of an enemy through stubborn, defiant resolve, no wisdom as the wisdom gained by stumbling in darkness, standing up again, stumbling and walking again, and again.

All that is good, all that has meaning, all is up to you alone."

Rabbi Tzvi Freeman

a love letter to woman

[alconvin]

[wisdom-and-such]

“...just as the light of the sun is nullified and is considered naught and complete nothingness and is not even referred to as “existing” at all when it is in its source; only beneath the heavens, where its source is not present can it be called “existing”. In the same manner, the term יש (YESH) or “existence” can be applied to all created things only as they appear to our corporeal eyes, for we do not see nor comprehend at all the source... that brings them into existence. Therefore, it appears to our eyes that the materiality, grossness and tangibility of the created things actually exist, just as the light of the sun appears to have actual existence when it is not within its source.” -- Shaar Hayichud

[itsallmadonnasfault]

[popcartoonkabala]

Thoughts on the ordering mechanism; in light of Virgo The split from good to bad, awesome to lame, interesting to boring, is the test all the time... under Liberalism, which itself is just a name for pure judgement, Saturn/Osiris in the garden, deciding. To wit: as soon as there is memory, there is association, and thus, wisdom standard. Saturn/Shiva is, after all, just Time itself (Chronos) and thus where memory and experience, the beginning of the scale, happens. The G-d experiencing themself is the all consuming, all self-aware except for noticing gloriously the "delusion" or more directly, "delugion" as in G-d's consciousness noticing creation into being constantly, Shroedinger's infinite noticer, of only that which is, deciding. This is the consumer under this-stage capitalism and every other, no? Liberalism itself, Right or Left but neutral into the violent, direct center, defending reason and pragmatic operations, keeping the markets open and the products moving by any means uncircumvented. The self that notices, prefers, and thus, defines itself in terms of its pursuits. This is the Osiris that we all are, judging the dead, the products themselves, packaged for our timely, unhurried consumption, but summoned from beyond and chosen like the first and last of agriculture alike. This is fine lol. If it's not, we will complain, however feels most effectively. Can we speak to a manager? If not we will just leave. This is the ordering mechanism that helps define Virgo, and in Jewish Kabbalah, it's a time for self-assesment and, like many other times, especially "nowadays" for working things out with people as immediately as possible, by taking responsibility as effectively as possible. Notably in the Bible and in any of the functionally martial moments in canon ever after, this has taken a pragmatic, violent pivot, so much so that the rest of the social expectation and responsibility narrative tends to express itself in those terms-- but deliteralized into the range of pragmatic oral violences endemic of the later prophets and preachers, still in the hopes of aspiring to take responsibility for something maybe a little out of anyones hands. Just in the hopes of drawing good conclusions, so as to live well rather than not. The ordering mechanism in Virgo is so about noticing and remembering the difference between the wonderful and the ugh. Hassidic master Tzvi Elimelch of Dinov connects it to the relationship between Gimmel and Daled, beneficence and poverty. Whereas Wisdom and it's inevitable corruption (in time, through space) into it's opposite, Ignorance, is sometimes associated with the first two letters in the Aleph-Bet, and the Bet of Bereishit (Genesis) is the collapse into Ignorance that made the world possible, within the bubble of ignorance that congealed in loving contrast to the Divine and complete original Wisdom so that there could be extremes to the world and possibility itself. This is the first X Y axis, before the physical directions congealed and took off into the Six directions of space, first there was before and after, then there was better and worse. Here associated with Wealth, Beneficence, all the good that the camel brings ברוך הגמלני כל טוב is that third letter, the Daled that follows it is poverty, created by its opposite, mostly in memory and association. Remember when we used to have so much that we don't have now? Sorry. This ordering mechanism is associated with G-d creating the world, deeply, differently than the New Year of Aries, Passover time. Virgo as the divine Maiden is specifically not the Mother, but the esoteric truth that the "mother and the maiden are one," arguably the main revelation of Eleusis as far as Demeter and Persephone being One in Aphrodite Urania. That's all in the absence of creation, and this is argued for why the letter YOD " י " is the letter associated with Virgo and Elul in the Sefer Yetzirah. The Yod is the tenth letter

but somehow also the beginning of all letters, a little dot/slash, the atomic element in all letters to follow. Yet somehow only expressed into the beginning of all that is ever the Sixth month of the Twelve, the judgment-assesment-take care of it part of the year and of the self, the Yod that introduces and resolves so that we can notice and do, finally. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcM4nYKtV58 This video beautifully picks apart the moment where one of our collective favorite directors (because Batman was so universal of course, like the space between Halloween and Christmas) is analyized for when and why he stopped being good or fun, and the parrallel with the process of individuation into obnoxiousness in the cartoon cinema industry is too beautiful, deep, and sad not to share. The process will see all our limitations, and the sooner we see it ourselves, the more responsibility we will be able to take for what's possible next and now. Enjoy the agency, feel welcome to get on it, be sorry, notice what we're still proud of and/or mad about, and see what we can do to take responsibility for all the next steps, before the rains come and it's too wet and cold to do anything lol