Shaking it in the Mishkan!

The prayer shawl that is the starry night sky of Kol Nidre evening has become the starry roof of the dwelling of love in the Earth. We carry the name of the divine love in four holy letters and in the form of four kinds of plants. The etrog fruit is the center point of our cubic altar. The three branches are the three axis that extend to the six directions of shaking, gyrating, scintillating space. We carry the continuum of being in our neshamahs/souls. We hold the quivering dragon, the Tali of space/time in our very own ten fingered hands. We make the world and ourselves a holy mishkan, an indwelling of the soul of the Mother Earth. She who is the prayer shawl of the “invisible one". This "invisible one" in the ancient legends of the American Indian is said to have the rainbow as a quiver strap.
The ancient harvest autumnal festival is a completion in one view. The prophet Zecharia said that during the period of geulah/redemption, all nations would come to the holy city of peace to honor the divine unity of all that is, at this seven day Hag/festival of rejoicing, the feast of Sukkot. Our times are ripe like the fragrant etrog fruit for all the 70 nations to understand the unity of the human tree of life. This unity of the soul spark/names has become a reality. We have built the house eternal that is always present because it is always being built anew, renewed with love and emunah/faith. The permanence of this dwelling is in it’s own impermanence. It is forever being renewed. The ruach HaKodesh blesses and supports this structure my means of the four winds. This house is made of the primal elements themselves, who some know as the ministering angels. We embody this sukkah/booth with our life’s walk dedicated to sanctifying the Source. This is the festival of the ingathering, the harvest of the bounty of the sacred Earth as womb of space as well as the beauty of soul becoming conscious of the great name in our hands, in the walls of the world around us, in the earth below and the starry sky above. It all comes to this. All peoples come to this holy place. We leave an open chair for Eliyahu and the Ushpizin, the honored wandering guests who are in each of us. We have arrived here in our journey. Our journey has arrived here in this mishkan/place. We have come home. The tradition tells us that the mishkan, the ark that carried the Hebrew sipapu/nexus of holiness, was built at this time of the year. The first temple, the Beth HaMikdash or holy house was also being completed at this time.
The cubic crystal interface, the mystery of the anhk jewel in the Solomonic tradition and the sipapu/birth canal/holy nexus in the Pueblo/Hopi language has traveled across oceans and unified nations. We have arrived in the chameshi, the fifth “world” of ancient American prophecy. The letters of the word for fifth in Hebrew, chameshi, also spell yismachu/joy and moshiach/annointed. The Hopi prophecy predicted the white bearded priestly people to come over the ocean and help mend the circle of the nations,and bring us into the fifth world of illumination. These priestly people have come to build their Hogan, their longhouse, their sacred skin and wooden lodge that honors the indwelling of the unpronouncable in the world of the pronouncable and singable song.
From this same kind of place the words and stories about how we arrived here come to this screen. They explain a view of how it all has been accomplished. The sacred red crystal Sepher/book of Raziel given to the first Adam become a lineage of initiation and built and renewed and rediscovered again at the sukkah. The Sukkat Shalom. This blog will continue from this place to communicate the details of how this could be possible. How it is that We have this ancient spell of seven, the gift of the Sabbath prayer, the essential turn of the wheel. How We do carry the seed bearing fruit of the source and shake it in our very own hands. Then with the eighth day and the ninth we carry the original tablets, the crystal/sapphire, Sepher Torah dwelling that is our original ketubah. Our original contract that binds us in the marriage that is the source of creations. And we turn and dance. We hold the Holy of Holies in our very own hands.