Tabernacle Man
Because
it’s not for us to direct our steps, we wait, we watch, and we accept.
As we are led, we follow as best we can insofar as we are able, for as
long as we are able, whether we’re being led along a trail of thought or
through a series of actions. Never sure of what to do, we remain open to calibration, chewing the cud and parting the hoof. All that we do is gesture, a metaphorical offering, a living sacrifice wrought from our lives by the spirit of HaShem.; and so we wait, we watch, and we accept.
God willing, we do; for when clarity returns, we follow as we are led, doing those things that come to mind and giving voice to those things we hear in the silence of our hearts.
Knowing we are unworthy of the great treasure we carry in our hearts, we walk the earth in the presence of HaShem, wearing shoes of those who have gone before us, preaching good news on the mountains of hwhy.
HaShem is a jealous God la, a most exacting a teacher l; and not for his sake is he jealous, but for our own. Faith builds as we walk together. Nothing can distract us from the Way; for HaShem is the way and its projection, and he answers before he is called.
If we are uncertain of his faithfulness, he is certain of us; for he continues to share his Breath of Life with us from our first breath. His grace is known by all of us, whether we savor it or not.
That you have read this far persuades me that you are among the tabernacle men of the House of David. You are not a man or a woman. You are a Son of Man, a Projection of Man. Encompassed within the womb of the holy spirit, the moment of your birth is upon you.
Male or female, our outward forms constrains our service; but duality no longer wars within us. We are what we are; for that is what we need to be, in service to HaShem. We cherish the terrestrial robes we are given and long for the day of perfection, when we shall put on celestial garments.
We are caterpillars: worms of angelic fire. We are immortal, live or die; and while caught up into the third heaven, we bathe in the lake of fire that surrounds its throne, rising and falling in concert with the requisites of our spiritual cores. When we descend to earth, the cooler fire carries away the dross in preparation for what is, next, to come.
We are as columns of molten lava. We rain fire upon the mountains of earth, taking shape and changing our environments as we cool, until such time as our molten cores erupt again. Rising and falling again and again, we will come to rest when valleys and mountains settle into the contours of perfection.
And with that, the metaphor breaks down; for eyes have not seen, neither have ears heard, the wonders that await us when temporal evenings are past and everlasting morning has come; for HaShem creates all things new. We know only that, when imperfection puts on perfection, we will inherit imperishable garments, and that it shall be said of us that we are the children of myhla.
While
in heaven, therefore, we are busy preparing for our lives on earth; and
when we come to earth, we are busy preparing for our return to heaven.
The immortal will cycle through the mortal until the day it shall be
said to us that we no longer have the need to go in and out. That there is a second death implies that there are additional births. Twins struggle within the womb for the rights of the firstborn, not for the right to life. As life gains victory over death, the struggle between that which we are and that which we are becoming will not abate until the spiritual son being born in us shall attain the measurement that of perfection fist seen in Y’shua, the anointed.
Should any suffer physical death before that potential is reached, it will be said of him that two were sleeping in the same bed, and that one was taken; the other, left behind.
There
are heavens beyond the heaven that is central to scripture, and beyond
them all is Ein Sof, which is to say that beyond what is now revealed
are realities that the father chooses not to reveal. What we know, deduce, and can infer, therefore, is but a taste of the majesty HaShem first invested in Lucifer, that he might serve divine will as the covering cherub, bearing the Light of HaShem on behalf of every potential.
As Light Bearer, the Morning Star dazzled creation with his perfection. There is no higher accolade than to be recognized as being perfect in every respect. Even so, iniquity was found in him; and, laying down his life, the projected essence of father hy became as one of us.
Perfect in holiness, the projection was sent to earth to live and die as man: not as a man, but as every man; for llyh became ImmanuAL lawnmo, “God among us,” the incognito messiah, the lamb slain from the foundations of the world.
It occurred to me that it was odd that we should be expected to petition an exterior being characterized as omnipresent to become a personal savior, especially in the context of the words of Y’shua, saying that he who would save his life would lose it, while those willing to give their lives in God’s service would save their lives.
First, God and his projection into temporal realms were already everywhere; and he would already be with me, personally, before I called: the life I took on with my first breath; he was responsible for my very first spiritual awareness my reaction to that awareness; and he— “they,” if you would have it so— will remain one step ahead of me, within me, as I am brought to perfection at the end of days.
I realized, further, that this meek and lowly presence of the Projection of HaShem had remained faithfully within me apart from any obligation that I should acknowledge its presence and apart from any demand that I should modify my behavior, my habits began to change, as if on their own.
The incognito messiah was making himself known in me, and the need for specific changes also became known. It was if our spirits had awakened to each other’s presence, bringing to mind the scripture that says, if they had known, they would not have crucified the Lord of Glory.”
I was entering into a new phase of my relationship with God. I was taking up his yoke and the halter, passing the reins to his care. I began adopting changes not because of their advantages to my soul, but because I was jealous of my need to preserve the relationship by passing the reins to his competent hands. I testify that he does not cast out any who come to him; for I would have been among the first to go.
That which is appointed to death in man must die, so that that which is appointed to life may live, to the well being of everyone. None shall escape the second death, but not all will experience it; for there is that in each of us over which death has no power, whatsoever; and it is unto the reality of that presence that each must be conformed.
The word of HaShem— his only shout— released a tsunami of sound whose harmonics trumpeted through the universe, coloring its expanses with nuance; for the dynamics of iniquity were intrinsic to its processes. Like evenings that separate a day from its days, iniquity is the minute interval between cause and effect. It reflects the interplay between a firmament and its expanses.
Neither good nor bad by its own merit, iniquity is comparable to the crest of a wave, to a spike in a data stream, or to a questioning moment in the thought process. Put differently, iniquity is the lingering shadow of measured concepts whose relevance fades as the developing stream of thought moves on.
Spirit is instantaneous, invisible; and for spiritual thoughts to register in the temporal realm, they had to modulate. They had to slow, slowing again and again as thought turned within and upon itself: slowing, at last, into the dream-like lethargy that approximates the “hologram” the West calls creation; the East, Maya.
At the beginning, when the projection neared stasis at the peak of its emanation, thought began to sway, its concepts colliding one against the other. Expanses tangled within expanses as this and that lost momentum to the pull of inertia.
Creation
is a spiritual echo chamber whose sound generates mass; and the
formation of mass generates light. As inertia worked against sound
before it, it also acted upon the light, causing it to bend against
itself in the process called accretion: the word, as logos, was echoed
in proliferation of the words that are within the saying, “Let there
be.” Iniquity is as the pressure of the guitarist’s thumb on musical strings, whose artful dynamics favor endless differentiation within the very real phantasms we mistake for reality. The thumb is silent, but the music is real.
Like music, we occupy the rooms that admit us. We must be renewed every instant. We are rivers that never see exactly the same water twice. We are born anew every time we focus our eyes; and we understand that this saying does not speak of a single event, but to every moment of eternity: “Behold, I create all things new!”
Some see the effects of HaShem’s vision and have a sense of its purpose, garnered from many sources, its end is beyond our ken. We occupy the reality.
I know nothing special of mathematics, of physics, or of the operations of God’s spirit in the mechanics of creation. Successfully or not, we must endeavor to enter into the labors of Yahuchanan. Wherever the spirit is about to go, we go in that direction as the wheels rise with us; for the spirit of the being is in the wheels.
The emanation of father Yah hy—the singular projection of HaShem: his word, his only-begotten son— took hold of the hum of eternity and gave shape to its concepts, manifesting them as words, as bodies of thought. Words are the medium through which spirit and intellect interact within the temporal realms of heaven and earth by utilization of the divine interface, which is Yahushua HaMashiyach the projection of father hy.
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