Carry a Light, Love.
I get it. Honestly. There are days when you can’t breathe. There is no reason for anything. And you’ll be right, but then you’ll hear someone call you beautiful, when you’ve forgotten you are. And they don’t care if it’s on the inside of the outside, like you’re a bear or a moose or a human.
We each have enough time and less than certainty that tomorrow won’t take too much of our love; that we won’t be able to keep these fists unclenched. So call the one person you know won’t bring you down with all this blahblah about fear and need.
Remember we each of us, crazy to some, magnificent in the eyes of dogs, caries a light. YOU carry a light. Just because you’re the only one on the track through the darkened, gnarly wood, doesn’t mean somebody ain’t seeing that light from so far away and running in your direction.
I get it. Honestly. There are days when you’ll feel like you can’t breathe. Just carry a light, love.
CYPHER OF FIBONACCI
The sum of the letters in MALKUTH is 496. 496 is the sum of the numbers from 1 through 31 inclusive. Pi-cubed is 31.0062… Since Pi is the ratio of s circle’s diameter to its circumference, cubing this ratio gives a sense of three dimensions, such that all the terms (1 through 31) unfolds this in a manner of speaking. It struck me at the time I worked this out that it was a kind of short-hand cipher for the world, per se.
The sum of the letters in TIPHARETH is 1081. This is the sum of the sums from 1 through 46 inclusive. 46 is the human diploid number, which is to say, there are 46 chromosomes in every human cell, made up of 23 pairs. Back in the day I recalled that there was a verse in the so-called book of John where people supposedly said to a hypothetical jesus (yod, heh, shin, vau, heh): “Forty and six years was this temple in the building and you will tear it up in three days? But he spoke of the temple of the body.” (Chapter 2, verse 20, the Book of John).
The sum of the letters in KETHER is 620 which is 20 x 31. It is evident that the number 31 is significant in regard to the first and tenth sephiroth.
Let that sink in before we reduce ourselves, again, to the deliriously stupid construc of past, present and future.
The seed is just one season to the seasons of the Tree and the Tree is of the forest of the earth that’s yet to be. (from The Song of Levington Blade).
