Yule and the Samain Moon

Friday gratefuls: Mussar. Gaavah, Pride. Laurie’s Chi-Town foodtruck. Vince. Freshened Snow. Great Sol at work as the solar snowshovel. Another blue Colorado Sky. PG&E and their peculiar ways. Hoosier Cold. Ginny and Janice. Rabbi Jamie. The flu. My back and its limitations. Ann, the palliative care nurse coming today.

Sparks of Joy and Awe: Palliative Care

Kavannah:  AWE   Yira רְאָה Awe, reverence  (פְּלִיאָה Plia: Wonder, amazement)

One brief shining: Thresholds, liminal places, like Dawn and Dusk, windows, your eyes and ears receiving messages from what appears to be the real world, the lev yearning for love, holy wells, any doorway, matriculation, graduation, birth and death each one of them with a mezuzah, a signpost affirming the One in which all apparent particulars grow and move and have their becoming. Hear, O Israel!

 

An aha about the nature of the One the other day. All is within the One, the One is within all, pulsing and changing, creating and fading (but, importantly, not away). The tree of life represents this buzzing, blooming ontology as a continuous circuit of ohr, of the sacred as it moves up and down, much like blood circulating in the body. Although up and down is 2-D and the process is both 3-D and 4-D. That is, the ohr flows in and out, over and under, around as the whole moves in some sort of time, the 4-D aspect.

Here’s the insight. I had long thought of the One as a sphere, closed and all things within it transforming and decaying, reassembling. Nothing but the sphere. Then, I thought. No. That’s not the only way to conceive this. The One could be, probably has to be, ever expanding. In other words the creative nature of the one cannot be bounded. The prime criteria, that all particulars are in the One and the One is in all particulars, has no necessary boundary.

You might ask, as I am right now, into what does the One expand if as said before it is in all things and all things are in it? Another prime criteria is that all evolves, goes through metamorphosis, becomes new. In each and every instance or nexus according to Whitehead. The tree of life can still symbolize the flow of ohr, of chi, of sacred energy, of consciousness into an ever expanding Oneness. In other words creation itself is the key to the One’s unlimitedness. The One can create as much as it needs to inhere in all and have all inhere in it. The One’s plasticity makes this a necessary feature of the real.

OK. Done with that for now.

 

Just a moment: Oh, to be young and right-wing in America. Dawn has broken. The vista shifts far into the distance unclouded. Yes, we rule! Trad wives. White history and privilege once again high and lifted up. The world far away even further away where it should remain. The only remaining frontiers are the borders of blue states. And we control the Federal Government. Consider that, libtards.