MARY MAGDALENE

 Is a daughter of Asher, a daughter of Zilpah. No one knows her exact blood origins, but she washed up on an iland in the sea was reared by Mermaids who sent her in a coracle to the coast of Asher, intending her to be a preistess of Asherah and the spiritual bride of Christ. In time it was from Asher she sailed into the West with the Grail. After Zilpah, Mary Magdalene is our Great High Priestess.

MAP OF THE TRIBES OF ISRAEL

 On this map are the territories which concern us, Dan Naphtali, Gad, and above all, Asher.

The map is already telling us that certain stories are not true, that Ten Tribes did not disappear into Assyrua, The territories of Simeon and Reuben are squarely in the South and Reuben would have been engulfed by Moab and Ammon which did become part of Judea eventually The land of Asher lies on the Sea and is mingled with Phoenicia which it may have not been part of, Of course, Asherah is called Asherah of the sea. Asherah and his brother Naphtali from Bilhah were said to be sea farers, much like the Phoenicians. We see Asher and Naphtali as the north western points, Gad as the desert approaching south western and Dan is the sea bordering southeastern. Ephraim and Menassah, that is, Joseph, is guarded, sandwiched within,

Bilhah

 Bilhah is the mother of Dan and Naphtali. One of her descendants is the Judge Samson. Bilhah was a daughter of Laban and the full sister of Zilpah. She was the lover of the father and the son, Jacob and Reuben, a favorite of them both. 

 

Zilpah

 Zilpah is the mother of the tribes of Gad and Asher, both peoples which were to become part of Israel, but who were nations in their own right. Her last son, Asher, is named for the Mother Goddess herself of which Zilpah was a priestess. We turn to her as High Priestess and Bear Mother of all our rituals. Among the daughters of Zilpah is Anna the prophetess of the Tribe of Asher who blessed Christ when Mary and Joseph brought him into the Temple.

Well, the important thing is to journal, to keep on writing. And I have been. Simply not in here. I am up for a bit to sneak this quiet time with my own soul and with God who lives in my soul. It's been a long while since I've posted it on here and we are in the week before Passover, in the mont of the Nissan. Last year and in years before I had theorized that the reason Christian placed the passion around this time, when most people think it happened at Succoth, was because this was the only story they knew that could explain what Jesus did. Passover was the only way they knew to explain what they had experienced. Now, as I have felt many times in the last year sicne finally embracing this life, I have stripped away the middle man. I have entered, sans dealing with a passion and resurrection that I do not udnerstand, into the celebration of the season of our freedom. Clearing for chametz is a long and difficult as I thought it would be. It turns out just to get it out of the kitchen takes three nights, not two.

There is chametz in my soul. Like the cleaning i've had to do under the sink there is clutter and unnecessary shit, unthought out mess, things that have no purpose in me. I am leaving Egypt. What does not belong here? I am leaving the place of my bondage and leaving quickly. What is the mess that is far to heavy and ugly for me to take with me? That I couldn't pick up and take in a hurry if I had to run into the desert, that I could never haul on my fat ass and take into the sea?

i love the morning prayer. Or all the prayers for that matter, but Shararit is the longest and the one that confronts you with the most. It hits you fresh out of bed. Every prayer is a matter of trust. You are not left to your own devices or feelings. You are not even left to your own thoughts. All of our ancestors navigate us through it. The ancient rabbis, which in a way is just a word for all the many ancient people who made the prayers or recorded the prayers or ordered them, all the different people who did the trnaslation, all the people who said them before you and are saying them with you, uphold you. And of course it is sung and, if done properly, I think, sung in Hebrew. You awake to navigate through this thing. Or I do. My main prayer is that this become a song, that I actually can sing this, that my heart and my voice can get around these words and sing this song to God. My prayer is that my life become a song.

In a way the whole morning prayer is a large Kaddish, which is why it is peppered with Hatzi Kaddish and ends in full Kaddish. The Kaddish is essentialy praise in the face of the ultimate hardness of life, and singing when one nearly cannot. It is the prayer to get ones song back, to be able to make music out of life. This is the morning prayer, but it is the other prayers as well. At their times, throughout the day, we must get up from what we are doing and plead with God to be able to make music to him once again. This is why we say adonai sifotei tiftach, adonai open up my lips that my mouth may declare your praise.

I had said only a few days that in Judaism I felt, for the first time, no longer the need to pull, to test the boundaries, to strain. I said that in Judaism there was a house big enough and wide enough to put all of my crazy ways.

But the itch in the last week or so points to the fact that I am straining again, that I am like the leper at the edge of the camp. I can't stay inside the camp. If there is an edge or a boundary that is where I have to go, and it is with the lepers that I need to learn. All life comes from the edge, and so I am itching to go back to it. It is my home.

It is good to remember that liberalism is only liberal in comparison to something, and in the case of Reform it is liberal compared to conservative and orthodox. Democrats are liberal compared to conservatives, but everyone is a little conservative No one really wants things to change. My liberal friends who make so much of thier liberalism, both in and out of synagogue want the same nice houses that the others want. They want things to remain mostly the same. In that regard I am not liberal, but libertine. I want to be on the side of those who have very little use for the way things are. I wish to overturn EVERYTHING. It is the space age Judaism that bleeds out from the sides into all things and touches the gods of Canaan and the Christs of today, the limitless Judaism that I wish to be a part of. Not going in, no, but going out and in together!