Древо Познания является венцом процесса создания человека. Адам стал окончательно человеком после того как впервые ощутил стыд пред естеством.

Просветление светится как звезда на небе. (Даниил 12:3)

История начала показывает насколько мы далеки от истинного познания. Антропология завела человечество в тупик популиризировав недаказыемые псевдо истины о создании мира. Стилизация Библейского рассказа о создании мира являтся предупреждением людям не искать истину там где она имперически недоказуема. Не искать причины, а сконцентрироваться на следствии.

Жить в гармонии со своими искренними желаниями и надеятся что желания эти не идут в разрез с планами более высокого порядка. Мы молимся не для обретения того чего у нас нет, а что бы напомнить себе о том что планы есть.

Быть всегда молодыми это значить жить в страхе перед временем. Быть вечным значит задумыватся о последствиях наших поступков. Вечные ощущают гнет своих поступков.

Следуя зову сердца невозможно ошибится в пути. Внутри каждого из нас заложен источник истины. Именно он ведет нас по жизни согластно планам Всевышнего. Сознательно борясь с инстинным зовом сердца мы всего лишь на время выходим из струи. В конце концов нас выстраивают силой. Как овчарки баранов, нас ведут с луга на луг. На одних достаточно полаять, других надо и покусать. Выбившись из стада мы обретаем свободу становясь при этом пищей волкам.

 Today I read a moving article about an arrest of an Italian student on charges of participating in a left-wing terror organization in Italy. Could not stop thinking how people blindly fall for the lure of rightous bloodshed.   Ultimately playing the role of small predators in the scheme of things.  Seeking to kill, to destroy.  Writing manifestos, collecting weapons. Where does it lead?  Lead to a few newspaper articles, a few OMGs by the meek and an increase in life insurnace policies sold in weeks to come.  It is pathetic and futile to try to change a world with the same tools you seek to destroy.  The history has shown that killing opressors does not eliminate opression, but goes on to breed a new generation of opressors.     

I see you here all the time.
For me you’re the girl on the subway.
Your red hair brightens my dreams.
I want to see you again some time.
I just have to close my eyes and I see your pretty, pretty face looking away, but still so warm and so close.
The glass wall of transparent lucidity prevents me from touching you.
Where are you in this city full of dreams?
How do I find the dream that is yours and yours only?
I swim through the millions of dreams to find myself sitting on the train looking at you. I’ll know when I get to the right place.
On the train, reading your book.
Fully awake and away from the dream that we have once shared.

We are one. We are we. We are it. We are what we eat.

One has to be honest with oneself; this life is a good thing. Nevertheless, we like to cry. There are many reasons for crying. Weep, weep baby. Let the sorrows be swept away with your tears.

Tears: some are salty, some are sweet, and some are tasteless. Some come out with pain, leaving one’s skin irritated for a long time after one is done weeping. Tears of love leave a tingling sensation on your cheek bones, as they rise from smiling.

Coming out the coma of nonbeing, I was born. I cried. My first pain, my first prayer. Speechless, but so sincere. First it was dark, then there was light and the light was good. It still is.

I feel nostalgic for all I have seen. I feel like busting out, and cry. I can’t afford that. I am too sensitive, they say. Even my boss said that the other day. How is it possible that she knows.

I now it is late to talk about the impulse, but lets talk about it anyway. How often in our lives do we miss the Lech Lecha? How do we relate to the phrase that pretty much opened the door for the humanity to see the light of the Lord,Blessed be His name. Avram, Sara and Lot drunken from the bliss of realization (the first theosophic doctrine) that there is only One, to whom all praise is due, embark on the journey that will lead them to create a system of values that the humanity will, with various degrees of success, apply for millennia to come. Who was he that crazy old man, who took his wife from a cozy little Ur into the wilderness? Who, circumcised himself. Who almost prostituted his wife in order to save his own life. Who almost killed his son. Who is the father of worlds biggest religion.