In memory of my Father, a yahrzeit candle is burning bright.
My father's name was Herszl Wolf. He died on July 14th, 1991 at 7:21
pm. The ocean became smooth as glass at the hour of his passing, and a
wide golden beam of light lit the wall behind his head. Because the
day was long and the sun was only beginning to set, I walked down to
that very cove where my father and I used to go fi****ng, we both so
loved being there, standing on the rocks, first baiting then throwing
our lines in the waves then waiting to feel the pull. Now suddenly and
seemingly from nowhere, a great majestic buck deer appeared. His
antlers were branching out large, splendidly so. He approached the
invisible circle inside of which I had begun to face the impact of my
father=92s migration to another plane of consciousness, another mode of
existence. Spellbound, I could feel myself being magnetically drawn
to the deer and quite instinctively took a few steps toward him. He
looked deep in me, we were very close, then he slowly backed away.
After that I became unable to move, I was in a state of awe. The great
deer entered the ocean, now facing the horizon. He kept going until he
became engulfed in its forever mystery.
Had I been the only human presence at the beach at the time, my
rational mind would have tried to convince me I had imagined the
whole story, hallucinated it.
( Ah! the tricks our minds can play on our truth!) Fortunately my
companion at the time was standing nearby and he also saw the deer
appear, stand still, then step in the waters to disappear in the
ocean..
~ Miriam bat Tzvi v=92 Tzi****a.
* note : I offer the writing below in the same spirit last night I
lit the candle presently burning besides me. Originally this chapter
was conceived and written in March 1995. In this fiery month of July
2008, I reconnected myself to it to revise it =96slightly- in praise
and memory of my Father.
May this chapter from the Notebooks of a Lunatic be a witness to the
merit of his soul.
CHAPTER 1-15-1906 ~7-14-1991 :
ENTERS A MESSENGER
OF THE UBWIZE CONSTELLATION OF STARS.
While she was resting with Rocklune, wondering what the future held in
store for them, a messenger had handed Moonie a scroll: would she be
willing to kindly deliver it to Earth=92s Headquarters?
In the now intensely darkened sky, she could feel the rise of the
citrine moon. She knew it was time to act, the UBWize messenger had
emphasized the matter was one of supreme im****tance. She first looked
at the title on the scroll. It spelled a simple question, written in
large capital letters, in large capital letters. ~
HOW COME A MESSIAH CANNOT BE FOUND ON EARTH?
Hmmm, nu, yes, how come? she first wondered, then simply began to
relate to the message itself. The ones of Old had told her that the
light resting within its letters had the power to penetrate and thus
expand DNA in such a way that wholeness would now be experienced from
inside. Since her wheels were already turning and her channels were
streaming
au clair, au clair,
au clair de la lune interieure,
it was less difficult now to patiently await the arrival of further
flashes of insight, the kind that might nicely warm ground of being
without frying her to death. COOL, SO COOL! she said, noting that the
inner circuitry installed last spring was proving quite useful. It was
altogether more flexible and solid than she had previously dared to
hope. There were still some unpredictable glitches of an unknown
nature, and those would need to be fixed. She was gambling that this
too would happen, all in proper time, she knew that much by now.
Still, in human terms the wait had felt quite long and she was glad
that the changing of the guards was scheduled to happen soon.
She glanced again at the UBWize scroll and began to read it outloud =96
to the birds. On The Coast, a weeping guitar was gently sweeping the
ground clear. Here is what was written:
WE, the citizens of the UBWize Star, reside in
a space of consciousness much vaster than the one you, citizens of
Earth, have gotten yourselves cornered in. This is why we have come to
your help and now instruct you that who you people would like the
Mo****ach to be --or do-- is not that im****tant according to the
greater intricate design of the cosmic plan. Even though a Messiah may
be energetically wired for ready action, alive and well, possibly even
dancing the samba in some of your neighborhoods, we can tell you this
much: as long as he dwells in a singular human body or _ in more
probable likelihood _ in plural bodies, the chance is quite slim that
a messiah would emerge to embrace, once again, the burdens of prickly
crown and tortured fame. To be of good use (=93of good use=94 is an
im****tant consideration in the world of physicality), a messiah would
have to remain partly masked and anonymous. Only occasionally would he
send a palpable pulse into the world, an energetic pulse, an
intellectual pulse, an emotional pulse, a spiritual pulse. The kind
that pulsates through hills and mountains and resonates in valleys and
open prairies.
To remain free and functioning at optimum efficiency, a messiah would
have to act as a ****mmering light similar in nature to the circling
beam of a light house, a beam perceived on and off, first visible then
not, only reappearing at a later time. Those among you who have set
out to seek Mo****ach will only briefly see his shadow riding the
strangest looking chamor of all chamorim, and be able to intuit he may
be close by. Just know that a minute later you will notice the
character ain=92t there, he is gone, leaving the field into your care.
=93Hey, wait a minute you want to yell at him, hey, how dare you, how
dare you go away when we need you so!=94 But oy, there is no response,
swooooch he went, like an arrow pierces the dark.
If you were to seriously reflect, you=92d understand that even from
their limited human point of view, it would be an inept strategy for
those messiahs already walking on earth (some claim they even do it on
water!) to reveal themselves. For if you, Earthlings of our hearts,
did not take one of them seriously, he or she could end up, at best
scorned, at worse locked in a mental ward or hunted by the Mafia
Anonymous. You tell me: what good would that do? Zilch, nada, none!
On the other hand, lavish publicity would engender a great number of
distortions that would need to be mopped at a later time. Better to
avoid creating a future mess, so if you meet a messiah on the road, be
still. For if people were to piously advertise a messiah=92s first,
second, third, or thirty sixth odd coming, he would be weighed down,
considerably, by sticky fame and a-glory-never-to-be. Ain=92t that a sad
and freaky picture to contemplate? The dream fields that feed the soul
of humanity would soon become grotesque caricatures, what a tragic
mistake! For everybody knows, or should, that good dreams are part of
our basic fuel for evolution. So now, don=92t you agree that the secret
wish some of you are still harboring, to crown a Messiah King, will
need to remain stuffed in your drawers like a sachet of sweet-smelling
healing herbs meant to soothe and also strengthen the soul. Because
they try to follow the spirited instructions they receive, messiahs
will often be spotted running away from the trappings of society.
However and in all fairness, one must also add that such characters
will not hesitate to get their feet soaking wet whenever they do reach
major crossroads in time and space. Indeed, when messiahs intuit that
the time has come to passover a red muddy sea or criss-cross their way
thru=92 icy torrential rivers, they take a deep breath, quietly
contemplate the situation =93as is=94, consider the odds of safe passage,
and act. Rest assured they will eventually cross the bloody river.
We, UBWizians, also know that the greater majority of your people -
even the sincere and good hearted ones =96 would not welcome a messiah
that does not resemble their own expectations of what a mo****ach
"should" look, feel, and act like. You=92ve got to consider this: What
if the hoped for messiahs turn out to be embarrassingly common?
Embarassingly common and obnoxiously ordinary? The very last of the
litter? And what if he is a Brown? a Yellow? a Red? what if one is
Green or White? What if he is a Lady? a fat Lady? a fat Lady who
sings? It must be made absolutely clear that as long as people search
for the kind of =93savior=94 they can control, predict, and use for their
own personal purposes, as long as their desire is to share-own a super
star that will favor infantile dreams of a paradise without
responsibility and self-generated creativity, the party might as well
start without the character. If you were to start without him, he
might make a sudden appearance but if you delay, what good will that
do? Again...Nada, zilch, no good at all.
Messiahs may network and catalyze souls into action but rarely are
they instructed to stand at the head of a crowd, giving orders and
acting like some kind of earthly King. A messiah is more likely to be
an ordinary guy. He gets to push some, pull others, while being pulled
and pushed himself. He is connecting and connected ... invisible yet
present.
We, your good neighbors from the UBWize Constellation of Stars, will
now conclude our message to you by confirming some of your notions:
You Earthlings are contributing, sometimes consciously, sometimes not
so, to the quick unfolding of the awaited cosmic transition from chaos
to regained equilibrium. Since it is natural for messiahs to tarry, it
would be to your advantage to allow for their erratic pace and go
discover for yourselves the sweet pleasures and the transformative
rewards that come with the planting of new saplings in your communal
gardens ___ for your sake and for the sake of future generations to
come.
We simply and sincerely wish you the best of luck.
Cosmically Yours,
YahNatan, Head Ambassador Of the Ubwise Now Constellation.
~ ~ ~
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