The Tabernacle Man

It is not for us to direct our steps. Waiting, we watch, and we accept. Then, we follow as we’re led so long as we’re led upon a trail of thought or action. Should we not know what to do, we accept it and we wait. 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, we walk the earth in the presence of HaShem, wearing shoes of those who have gone before us as we preach the 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 grows as we walk together, and nothing can distract us from the Way; for HaShem is the way, and he answers before he is called. If we are uncertain of his faithfulness, he is certain of us; for he has shared his Breath of Life with us from our first breath. His grace is known by all of us, whether we savor it or not.

If you have read this far, you are among the tabernacle men of the House of David. You are not a man or a woman, but a Son of Man, a Projection of Man. You were encompassed within the womb of the holy spirit, and you have come to the birth. Your outward form is male or female, which constrains your service, but this duality no longer wars within you. You are what you are as you need to be in service to HaShem. You cherish the terrestrial robes you are given and long for the day of perfection, when you shall put on the celestial garment.

We are caterpillars: worms of angelic fire. We are immortal, live or die. 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; and the divine fire carries away the dross in preparation for what is, next, to come. We are as columns of molten lava, and we rain fire upon the mountains of earth, taking shape as we cool; and each of us will descend again and again, until we settle within the contours of perfection.

And there, the metaphor breaks down; for eyes have not seen, nor have ears heard, the wonders that await us as HaShem creates all things new. We know only that, when we are perfected, we shall have the promise of imperishable bodies, 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. This cycle will continue unto 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; and as life progresses, the struggle between that which we are and that which we are becoming will not abate until the spiritual son being born in us reaches the perfection seen in Y’shua. Should we suffer physical death before that potential is reached, it will be said of us 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 HaShem chooses not to reveal. What we know, deduce, and can infer, therefore, is but a taste of the majesty HaShem invested in Lucifer, that he might serve as the covering cherub, bearing the Light of HaShem on behalf of every potential.

As Light Bearer, the Morning Star dazzled creation with each and every moment of his perfection. There is no higher accolade than to be recognized as being perfect in every respect; and yet, iniquity was found in him, and he became as one of us. Perfect in holiness, the angel 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.

I realized that it was foolishness to petition an outside being to be my personal savior. That savior had been with me from my first breath; he was responsible for my first spiritual steps; and he will remain with me until he raises me unto the father in the perfection that was his as covering cherub, from the beginning.

Further, when I realized that the meek and lowly presence of the Projection of HaShem is within me independent of any obligation on my part to acknowledge its presence, my habits began to change, in answer to the scripture, “if they had known what they were doing, they would not have crucified the Lord of Glory.” What I do is done not only to my soul, but to messiah in me. Therefore, that which is appointed to death in me must die, but there is that in me over which death has no power whatsoever, and it is that presence that I must serve, lifting it up as I give witness to my brethren.

Iniquity is a dynamic that is intrinsic to the creative process, itself. It’s a reflection of the interplay between the firmament and its expanses. Neither good nor bad on its own merit, iniquity is comparable to the crest of a wave, to a spike in a data stream, and to a moment of understanding in the thought process, as measured within the context of its beginning and its remembrance after the thought stream has moved on. If I were to cast iniquity as a negative phenomenon, I would characterize it as being comparable to a measured flickering within an electronic device, something like a screen saver: a beneficial nuisance hardwired within its host— irritating, but vital. It is an inertia.

Creation is nearly a hologram: it’s a light show of eternal spirit that is transformed into sound by algorithms of divine thought, which convert the spiritual data stream from vibrations into energy through mathematical integers that calibrate its wave lengths, and broadcast the data as endless musical syncopation within the dynamic of sound. The word of HaShem— his shout— established firmaments as wave lengths that carried the potentials of all expanses in their overtones.

In the creative process, the spiritual cord that becomes a firmament trembles by reason of the potentials within its expanses. Spirit is instantaneous, invisible; and for spiritual thoughts to register in the temporal realm, they had to modulate, slowing again and again as thought turned within and upon itself, slowing into the dream-like lethargy that approximates the “hologram” the West calls creation and East calls Maya.

Nearing stasis, firmaments of spiritual thought began to sway, colliding one against the other; and expanses became entangled within expanses as this and that acquired form. Creation is a spiritual echo chamber in which sound generates mass. Compelled by inertia, light bends against itself in the process called accretion, even as sound bends, creating first energy, then the masses that form the structures of the universe.

Iniquity is as the pressure of the potter’s thumb on musical clay, and
its artful dynamics favor endless differentiation within the very
real phantasms we mistake for reality. Iniquity is a tool used to
sculpt creation and its beings. Some see its neutral effects, but its
purposes are beyond our ken. We occupy the reality into which
we are born each day, and the creative cycle continues until the
dissolution we call death comes, at which time we listen for the
words, “Behold, I create all things new.”

I’m out of my depth writing these things. It would be hilarious, were not mortal souls on the line. I would keep these things hidden in the secrecy of my heart, if I could; but I have been charged to share what is whispered within me. I know nothing special of mathematics, of physics, or of the operations of God’s spirit in the mechanics of creation. My uncertain foothold on the ledge I inch along is due to the gospels and the witness of Yahuchanan. The Gospel of John is unequaled in presenting what is necessary to make the way of HaMashiyach and his anointed straight and open.

The true temple of the Kingdom of Names is fashioned and sustained by the living word of HaShem—by the responsive word, the engaging word, the ruling word, whose tools are strings of sound invested in the medium of divine language. The only-begotten Projection of father Yah—HaShem’s single enunciation— took hold of the hum of eternity and gave shape to its concepts in the bodies we recognize as words, which comprise the medium through which spirit and intellect interact within the temporal realms of heaven and earth.