Winter River

             Winter River (Photo by Jonathan Dietz)

This is the Charles River in Boston. It’s a long, winding, beautiful river, 80 miles (129 km) long, especially known for its rowing and sailing. In spring and summer, the sun shines spectacularly on the water, as well as on the many boats, recreational and competitive, and the beautifully landscaped banks. Viewing the scene at that time, you can be transported back to a different time, perhaps from the 1890’s through the beginning of the 20^th century. People strolled and sailed, and time itself cooperated, standing still, or so it seemed, giving them of its bounty. For many, it seemed like there would never be a more perfect world.

And then it became winter. This is the Charles River in the winter. It is deeply frozen over, the ice thick enough for people to walk on it, or, more accurately, trudge on it.

The same river, summer and winter, but two different rivers, l’maaseh, in reality. In one you sail and in one you trudge. Each has its own beauty in its own time. But at no time, summer or winter, does the river stop flowing.

You don’t see it in the winter, but underneath all that ice is the same beautiful river, flowing unceasingly.

What makes us different from this river? Aren’t we living much of the time in winter, walking along the top layer of “ice” that separates us from our own rivers of living water? The ice that acts as a wall between us and the flow of our subconscious, with all its fertile images, rich solutions, dreams, fears to be resolved, unresolved questions and their answers, and the landscape of healing and wholeness embedded there.

Winter has its beauty, sometimes magnificently so, and its own power. But eventually we get tired of trudging along, fighting the elements on the top surface of the underlying profound awareness that is our subconscious. To live all the time, a whole life, in winter, missing out on what may be the most important part of ourselves, is a pity. We want to break through the cold “ice” that separates us from the life we know we could live if only we could access it. 

How?

There are ways to tap the intelligence and awareness that intellect alone cannot access. The first step might be to understand what it means to perceive.

In physical terms, “vision” means “eyesight.” But in the world of deeper individuals, many of them from past generations, and to a certain extent, the world of contemporary vision practitioners, as well as some artists from all generations, vision is understood as perception that extends beyond the currently given. 

There will always be visions and perceptions that are reserved for the ones known as mystics. But that doesn’t mean we normal people can’t have greater access to the world around us and within us than we presently have.

Is an animal a “mystic” because it hears, sees, or senses, beyond our range? Obviously not. What is beyond us is perfectly normal to him. That's simply a physical fact. And we don’t have to be mystics, either, to see beyond our present range.

The eyes were given to us to use. Once we learn how to use them differently, we can find perceptions and insights, solutions and answers, that we never thought possible before. They are usually of a sort that we haven't often experienced, and they come with a subtlety and profundity that astounds us, leaving us with the feeling that we have been given a great gift. And it's ours for the asking, just by asking, "How?"

In our tradition, our history, our seforim (books), and our holy people, there are ways of seeing that are given to all of us and are accessible to us, today. In fact, it may be essential, more than ever, that at this time in history, we access those ways of seeing in order to find solutions to many of the seemingly insolvable situations we face constantly. We see the problems clearly; they are, after all, "in our face." 

They are so clear that we should be able to see through them and see what we need to see -- solutions -- if we will just understand a few things about seeing, and learn to look within our eyes.  

Summer River in Eretz Yisroel

"Open My Eyes and I Will Speak"

"Seeing Jerusalem," Collage by Varda Branfman

                                                      

Well-known verse from Tehillim (Psalms): “If I forget you Jerusalem, my right hand will forget its skill. My tongue will cleave to my palate.” (137:5-6)

Logical corollary to that, in my own words: “If I remember you Jerusalem, my tongue will uncleave and I will speak. My words will be my right hand, forging the way to more of you, Jerusalem.”

Jerusalem is a holy city. It’s a place where you come for the cure.

Jerusalem (Yerushalyim) is where you remember things you’ve forgotten. Now you are meeting them and it feels very comfortable and natural. You realize that your tongue has indeed been cleaving to your mouth; but as you are beginning to remember Yerushalyim in the ways you weren’t able to until now, you begin to speak those deep thoughts and memories without any impediment.

You realize that, simultaneously with your thoughts being clearer, your right hand regains its skill and you are beginning to remember how to implement what you are now becoming aware of.  

Once I tried remembering Jerusalem for a day. With everything I did and every place I went, I kept repeating, quietly on my lips, “Jerusalem.” That day had its good moments, but the word was only on my lips like a mantra, and not yet in my heart. Remembering is meant to be much more.

Just remembering that you want to remember is a sign that your cure has begun.

What is this remembering of Jerusalem? It’s a vision. It may begin by remembering that Jerusalem is the inheritance of every Jew. It’s known and remembered by every Jew, even if they’ve never physically been here. We all have a vision of it, which is one of the reasons we have yearned for it throughout history. Jerusalem can only be remembered when standing within it, within its vision, much as remembering the Shabbos day means observing it while standing within it. You can enter it when you look out your window in Jerusalem, or look at a picture of Jerusalem from wherever in the world you may be standing, or bring to your mind’s eye a view of the city, or a part of it that you once saw, or would like to see.  

We are given, at birth, a vision of Jerusalem, deep within our souls, our subconscious awareness. We want to awaken it because we want to be whole.

For that, we have our holy days and our holy places, both within us and outside of us. And we have Jerusalem. We just have to learn how to envision it and move into that vision, living within it. Jerusalem stands in front of us wherever we are, waiting for us to see it from wherever we are. That is a very powerful kind of remembering. When the eyes are open to that, the mouth follows. When the vision is on the eyes, it’s not hard to bring it in the eyes, and further in.

Along with that come some gifts which are inseparable from it: “Nine-tenths of the world’s beauty was given to Jerusalem.” Beauty like that is not the norm, and it has its own unique language. “The stones of Eretz Israel -–the Land of Israel-- shine like gold.” And they are shining here, visibly, also with their own language. When you enter Jerusalem, you learn these languages effortlessly, and you learn things you never knew before, things that need to be heard. Your tongue is uncleaved and you are ready to speak.

Plug: For more about Varda's collages, please contact her at vardab23@gmail.com (until we put up a blog of her pictures).

The Resounding Silence

A father answers the questions of his child and they are happy together, in joyful dialogue.

Then the child asks a question, and the father must think deeply—not just for the answer, but to reach to the essence of this answer so he may bring it to the world of his child. For a long while, the father is quiet.

And so, the child becomes anxious and begins to cry. “Father, where are you? Why do you no longer talk to me? Why have you deserted me for your own thoughts?”

And then the father begins to speak, but this time it is the deepest core of his mind that flows into the mind and heart of the child. Such a flow that with this the child, too, may become a father.

The child is us. The time of silence is now.

When the spirit of Man is dark, when the flow gates of Above seem all but sealed, prepare for liberation.

          --Rabbi Tzvi Freeman

We are that child asking the father, Abba, we look around and we can’t believe what we’re seeing. It defies belief. Everyone is asking, “Can you believe it? Who would have imagined?!” Abba, tell us! In a world where everything seems to be defying belief, what are we supposed to do?!”

A silence like that is a wall. And the whole point of these days before the 9th of Av is that the wall is not yielding so fast. We can't say that it's impossible right now to sense the Will of the Master of the World, but we know that it's not easy, to express it mildly.

So I yield before the obstacles. I accept that I am that child in the story and not only can't I hear the voice of the father today, I can't even understand or express anything about that. I can't speak of the beauty or the grandeur of that silence. 

But then, I find that something amazing has happened: The obstacles now have been so forcefully present and unyielding that that itself has brought a revelation of its own. During these three weeks, something astounding has gradually become apparent to me: My obstacles, those of this period of the calendar, and those of my life until today, are now so very visible, standing there obstinate and unbending, and I see them so clearly in front of me, that they are no longer a threat. They are simply my traveling companions. I can work with companions.

The Piasczener Rebbe, ztzal, writes in his sefer, Tzav V'Ziruz, that "Not only the hiddenness, God's apparent absence, did I see but I have seen both the concealment and the revelation: I saw that the dark secret itself is the revealment." (From the English translation).

Illusion ceases to play its game when you can see it. Its whole power lies in its inability to be seen / grasped. In these three weeks, illusion thinks that it's carrying the day, so much so that it stands up in all its glory, hiding behind nothing, certain that it will frighten us and stop us. What it doesn't understand is that that in itself is its very downfall.

We see you now, and we're not afraid. You've been unmasked. We may even thank you for being there all this time because it seems that we weren't ready to live without you until now. But you can fade away now. We don't need you anymore. Your time has passed.

To sum up: A friend wrote yesterday, after reading what I had written here: The silence is definitely deafening, and yet in my head and in my ears I hear a BIG SOUND of change. 

Towards Seeing Everything We Need to See

Through the building of King David's burial place

Towards Seeing Everything We Need to See

"Nine-tenths of the world's beauty was given to Jerusalem." Beauty and depth like that is not the norm, and it has its own unique language, its own way of making itself known.

"The stones of Eretz Yisroel (the Land of Israel) shine like gold."  And they are here, visibly, also with their own way of making themselves known. I myself found some of those stones on my neighbor's wall facing his front courtyard. 

Artists say there is a special quality of light here.

Scientists say that the measurement of light --lumens-- is highest in Israel and in the Andes Mountains, That's good to know, but what they can't measure is the particular light here which is beyond their measuring devices, and that may be what makes our light different from the light and energy of the Andes Mountains.

"These are the days of Mashiach. The person of Mashiach will come soon, but these are the days of Mashiach." (Rabbi Ezriel Tauber and others.)

Therefore, everything has unprecedented potential now. If we will pay attention, if we will see clearly, it's likely that we will see that those visions of our lives, of our higher selves, of our process, are being engraved on the fabric of reality and changes will follow, changes that we have never seen before. Which is alright. That's what seeing is largely about: Sensing, seeing, understanding, perceiving,  what you've never seen before. That is simply part of the potential of these times. That sounds like a potential that is unprecedented, which is logical since those are the kind of times we live in.

For all this we need to see more than we do. This blog is a record of some things we've found in our quests to refine and improve our visions.