Dante And Deutschland

I'm no Dante.  I asked my LORD, the All-Loving:
how shall the "Vanguard of The-Religion-Of-Peace"
be dealt with, how shall these and their like - and how
shall their apologists and their appeasers -  be punished?

My LORD said only, "Think bout it."

And a Realm of Cognizance opened before me,
neither visual nor full of any tangible descriptions -
but a manifest tone of stunning clarity,
and a cutting directness.
No cinematic tour of various applied damnations,
no executions, no trial by torture, no blood-letting,
no fires nor tar nor oil, no sentencings - but the uncompromising
Consequence of their own making.

My LORD's Compassion showed its wrathful countenance:
the chambers of their own hearts were flung open:
jihadis and Caliphate planners, wherever shari'a holds sway
in all its entrenched cruelty; wherever the elite among us all gorge
and indulge their pedophile taste for dark power and influence.

And my senses were overwhelmed beyond word or image.

The unrelenting pain and suffering and trauma
of every captive child, of every boy or girl, of every woman, at their hands;
the horrors of amputations and ritual slaughter, of crucifixions, of beheadings,
of rapes and gang rapes, of abuse and of terror - all this most unbearable
pain shall they within themselves be made to bear, the full cruel load
of that burden upon their own psyches, their own dead hearts,
down to their own very marrow - and not physically so, but worse:
like an itch one cannot reach to scratch, untraceable!

Nowhere to turn, nowhere to avoid it, for it will manifest with a vengeance
within and upon themselves.  What they have done or abetted.

I asked, will this be here and now in this lifetime, or is it some "eternal thing"?

My LORD replied, "Were it but so, in this lifetime!  They would not withstand a moment!
But I Alone am Eternal, not this - yet it will be for them as an 'eternity', their dark psyches
will carry this consequence without a break, until they are cleansed of it once and for all."

But the "Gutmenschen" will say, what an evil vision I am spinning here, I must be "sick", I asked.

My LORD said only, "They will have a most unpleasant awakening, each in his own time."

Whom I Call Lord

http://hanumandassblog.com/ramcharitmanas-69-how-can-a-human-be-god/

Whom I call Lord, is gracious, merciful, compassionate –
demanding of me but this, imbuing me with the same:
toward myself, toward others, toward all.

Whom I call Lord calls none by the name infidel, nor unbeliever, nor apostate –
only: My child. Demands no shunning nor enmity toward anyone, nor murder.
Rewards simplicity and love with more love, and inspiration to serve and to remember.

Whom I call Lord moves me to take a position or to leave it, but consciously;
and if it is an unpopular position which calls for confrontation, to take it and trust;
to follow my heart's prompting in movement or repose, even should it merit conflict.

Whom I call Lord will preserve my sincerity, restore my dignity, increase my faith,
and make me fearless, provided I hold and cherish these in my heart, on every breath.
Assures me of sovereignty over myself, and over none other.

Whom I call Lord is enormous beyond measure, fabulous beyond words,
wondrous in beauty and in wisdom, Source of my existence, my ever-present destiny;
subtle as my kitty's whisker or a baby's cooing whisper.

Benediction

In the Name of the sacred chain of Illuminated Souls
who hold together the worlds:
May the Living God be with you now and always -
here-now and in reality, as in eternity.
May He, your Noble Lord and Cherisher, preserve your sincerity,
restore your dignity, increase your faith,
and make you fearless.
May the power of His Name abide with you.
May your joy be full and gratitude be your portion.
May you be moved and guided to find and assert
your inborn sovereign dignity and power,
your inborn sovereign confidence and grace.
And may His light ever shine within your heart,
even as you shine within mine.
Amen.

THE CAT WOMAN JOSIE of the Durango Quanset Huts, '81

(sort of a rambling story, every bit of it true;

intended after Em'ly Dickenson, who never rambled – but I do)

As I approached my ex-wife's hut

(For separate we were)

I chanced to meet the cat woman

– No, she hadn't any fur.

Her hair disheveled, nose drawn out –

She looked the "gypsy hag" –

I knew the children taunted her

And neighbors' tongues would wag.

A paranoic case this one –

'Twas obvious to see

She smelled – lived 'mongst a dozen cats –

And rambled, quite lonely.

So I befriended her that day,

We took her out to eat.

And later on inside the hut

I had her stay for tea.

The two of us and no one else –

(The kids were off at school –

The little one was with her mum.)

She spokeof ghostly ghouls

Who spied upon her day and night,

Left her with naught to think –

'Mid curses thrown from kitchenware,

From oven, stove and sink.

They're cursed! She wailed and rambled on

In circular degrees,

Of untrue cousins, brothers, friends –

Of voices and decrees.

A schizo! Was all I could think,

A hopeless one at that –

What could my Space provide in words

To Josie and her cats?

From her the name of Jesus! and Lord!

Kept coming up anon,

So I responded right away

The second she slowed down.

Look Josie – when the demons shout

And you are but their game –

Don't let them prey – resort to prayer

And loudly praise the Name!

She got it for a second there –

Her glimpse a moment clear –

And then she cranked right up again

– She really couldn't hear.

So to her hut I walked with her –

'Twas locked, she kept no key.

I helped her through the side window –

'Twas her reasoning, you see.

I went back to the front doorstep

To check what'd caught my eye:

A mud-bespattered Bible there –

Full open it did lie!

No further did I need to look,

I knew what it would say:

I lifted it and let the phrase

Choose me in its own way.

And there confirmed by Psalmist's hand,

It said, "When trouble's near

And trembling sets upon my bones,

My mind beset wtih fear,

I call upon teh Lord's dear Name

And once again am cheered."

I laughed aside and shook my head –

The irony was clear:

We all crawl though our side windows

Shaking our butts in the air –

When simply on our doorstep sits

The answer, opened there.

Yoga For Jews, or: Karuna Is Also Kosher

Ha-Shem breathing concentration:

For all those linear, mono-dimensional Jews who think Jewish has nothing esoteric in it; and for all those Kabbalah-freaks or wannabes who either let themselves be convinced that complexity is a path to God-experience or else run around selling some watered-down Kabbalah so they can sound smart – this could be for you. You may have never touched a Talmud, a Torah, a Mishna or Gemorra, never heard of Zohar, never eaten kosher or kissed a mezzuzeh, never worn talit or t'fillin - you can do this, no problem.  Or if you have done all these things, you can still do this, it won't hurt you.  But if you don't like direct alternatives, fine, enjoy being complicated or materialist, or both. You don't want to take a boat? So swim. You don't want to take a car? So walk. But if you want something real that you can carry into the world with you and make paradise there where you stand, where others can get a hit, a taste, of God's most loving Presence here-now and in reality – then this just might be for you.

Considering the Absolute, taking as a metaphor all the immeasurable vastness of Space, transcending all time and distance, knowing that while you may not comprehend God, God certainly comprehends you - and letting yourself feel it - now address this, your Noble Lord and Cherisher, the Light of your own Origin, so:

With Ha-Shem Echad draw all of this in, from the center of your crown, on the in-breath, drawing, drawing: your breathing long and fine like a thread, through your nostrils down into your heart and your belly and genitals, sending it out through your limbs but holding it central in your heart region and belly. You are drawing on The Unity of Being, on The Source, on The Light within that very breath, letting it circulate. And with it: ha-Shem echad.

Holding that breath, or rather: letting it be held, there in the center of your person, in the chest and belly, heart and hara, glowing, expanding. Inwardly see the blinding sun, for which the sun up there is but a metaphor. Don't strain the brain or the lungs, don't try to do or to control anything, rather let it "do you".

And having held that for just but a scarce moment, let the out-breath proceed with Baruch Ha-Shem releasing up and through that breath passage and out the nostrils, gently, naturally measured. And using the same concentrated visualization – just as will has no impulse without concentrated feeling – let that outgoing baruch ha-Shem really, actually, tangibly radiate as love, through your very pores, through your hands and your feet, out your back, out your chest, 360 degrees, through your eyes, let it expand out, out, out, limitlessly back into the Cosmos and touching all of Creation therewith. Not theoretically, but really. It's not "you doing" it, it is being-done, and with and through you, as you are willingly devoting yourself to this action, this very creative, humble little action.

If you can believe this is being done, that this is happening, then that is faith, you have a faith to build on, you're cooking on the Big Burner.

Practicing this, opening to, Being, sending, drawing in the Oneness of All, blessing the earth with this nefesh, this breath of consciously unconditional love, then of unreasonable, illogical joy, then of peace – not cease-fire, not opposite-of-war, also not graveyard-still – but living, pulsating, symphonic and mind-blowingly of the full I-Am-ness: peace.

Being Jewish like this, you'll never be arrogant like you were, nor self-conscious like you were. And all your family ancestors can finally give it a rest, and your future generations get an endowment better than putting your name up on another hospital. Hey – now you are no longer part of the problem, you're part of the solution, you're healing the planet! And the great thing is, you don't even have to graduate medical school!

So - now you embody the Six-Pointed Star in your own form:  or, "as above, so below."  A real Magen-David now, that's what you are.


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Lover Addresses Beloved

Many are my sins, I stand empty and unprepared before my Lord.

Few if any are my redeeming virtues, on whose scale shall I measure?

Yet with the breadth of my heart and the focused passion of my soul,

for you, my beloved, I would cover you and stand by you,

argue on your behalf spanning a thousand lifetimes of sins,

with a prayer, a word, an action, unto my last breath, 

hold your hand preciously in my hand

and walk with you into perfect union, praising God.