• April 28, 2024
Chapter 4:

I took the cup in my two hands and took a long drink.  The liquid  warm
and thick flowed down my throat.  As I stood there the wanderer left me,,
then the air grew cold and damp; I reached  out  -  he  turned  his  back
and  what   about  life after he had told me, I clung to.  Hoping I could 
hold on and be true.

Looking out into the woods I saw a hive  of bees, and tending to them a
funny little man dressed in red, a pair of horns atop his head. He looked
at me and I began to turn away,  but  I was strangely drawn to  him   and

I began to walk.  He kept watching me, as I walked, 

	as   he  took out a pair of pipes	and  began  to 	     play.

	Twice  as  red as the wanderer's cloak was the skin of the red man
before me  /  his  skin  a  brilliant  red  that  cast  his  surroundings
in a blood-copper.
With his pipes he played a haunting melody / And a strange dance // his
hooves striking the earth a strong heartbeat
	Listen   to   my   heart   beat ..
	Where his right hoof struck   -  a small sprout of greengold
			or a small blossoming violet-red.
	Where his left  hoof struck   -  a withering ,  a dying.
			brittle and brown turned the plants.

I stood and watched for some amount of time  -  I broke
my silence and asked the man what he called himself:
he stopped, and turning to me his brilliance grew until
I had no choice but to avert my eyes.
Then thus he spoke
	the four-fold name
	the unutterable name

I could listen no more.	The cup fell to the  ground  and the earth 
drank   the remaining  milk.  Trees  shook  as he spoke  the  name ;  the 
sky  grew  black  as  he  spoke  the  name.
		TETRAGRAMMATON		    The  only  light  was   the   blinding
burning light from the thunder-being before me; I could  not  see. 

	The   sky   boiled
	and  honey  dripped  from  the  red  lips
	and he spoke not with his own voice,
	but  the  voice of lightning  striking  nearby;
	this  was  his  voice.

:"I  am  all directions in time.   I create,  and I  destroy."
I am all  the seas;  the froth of the
mighty  waves
	is  my hair  and beard.
	My hooves are  those of the  war-horse;
		I am flesh."

	"Fear me.  I will give you strength.
	Hold no other gods before me
	And my kingdom will be yours."

	Thus is chokma  >
		chesed.

	Thus is the Word.
	Thus is the Law.