Letter Sequencing

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I've been pondering this question for quite some time, so I want to emphasize here that I'm very excited to have come up with an answer, despite the dry nature of the medium at hand. Indeed, I'm struggling not to trip over my words even now, although I doubt this will seem in any way exciting to you, my readers.

One of the questions that Sefer Yetsirah raised for me was the question of how to read a word. Now, to clarify, I mean that in SY, each letter becomes a dense unit of information. This information is processed by us as gnosis. There are two states that usually are common when processing gnosis, the realization and the recollection. When realizing a unit of gnosis, an epiphany, there is an initial rush, a sense of muted, but potent euphoria that occurs - Ezekiel's gleam of amber (there is a four stage process that occurs en route to that state but that's another story). Later recollections are typically not as strong, but are capable of expanding the conceptual container more easily. When contemplating the letters individually in this way, I use books like this one to create an array of meaning in my mind, thereby opening up the unit of gnosis as a container, from which I can draw information or store it. But a word? That's not so easy.

However, SY presents us with a dilemma, as the letter arrays seem to be two characters, and we've only dealt with one: "Weigh them and transpose them, Aleph with each one, and each one with Aleph; Bet with each one, and each one with Bet. They repeat in a cycle." So how do we discover the relationship between the two letters in sequence? We can hold both gnosis concepts in our minds, but how they should interact isn't specified.

Or is it?

Kaplan talks about the concept of 'thesis-antithesis-synthesis' which can be derived from the 'pan of merit, pan of liability and the tongue that decides' phrase at the beginning of chapter two. This is how one is to derive meaning from two letters - first see the concept of letter 1 as the thesis, look at how letter 2 opposes it, then how they can be resolved. Then reverse the order and repeat the process. So if we are talking about the two letter sequence Alef-Beit, then we have a 4 step process.

1. Consider Alef as a concept.


2. Consider Beit as it is different from Alef.


3. Consider how those differences could be resolved.


4. Switch Alef and Beit, then begin again.

A word then, simply requires you to resolve each letter pair in sequence, like this: Alef-Beit, Beit-Gimel, etc... So that's how you do a word. However, the conjoining of all of these states into one fulfills the last half of chapter two: "Therefore, everything formed and everything spoken emanates in one name." The one name is the information container (kli) derived from the assimilation of all combined letter states, like a sword that has been strengthened by alloying. This is the Golem of legend. It is a lower resolution imago of the One Name (Baruch Hashem!). I believe that once the Golem has been created, it is possible to create effects simply by pronouncing a single word - because when all words spring forth from the supernal Torah, the law becomes a staff in the hand of the prophet.

Your hands, My perspective

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Four watchmen entered PaRDeS — Dr. Manhattan, Rorschach, Ozymandias, and Nite Owl. Dr. Manhattan looked too deeply and departed forever; Rorschach looked and went mad; Ozymandias destroyed the shoots; only Nite Owl entered in peace and departed in peace.

Misdigestion

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stomach cramps and weekly pains
try to find a shoeless joe
searching blindly in the rain
to the tules, this i know
touch the wretched as they fear
baseless hate and twisted wire
find the smile as otters leer
as we deftly pull out fire
insert here tab a slot b
do not ruffle up the shiv
if you live you cannot sea
i have nothing more to give

What was.

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As a child, I was full of faith. Not just faith in the religious sense, but faith in the people around me, and in the goodness of the world. I was devout in the way that many true believers are, following all of the social protocols, proselytizing constantly and often obnoxiously, and most of all repeating back everything taught to me. I desperately wanted to belong. And as time went on, I did come to belong. I sang with the worship team, mixed sound for the church band, and put out chairs for the audiences as we did street-preaching on Main Street. I lead the "Alive in Him" club at my high school for a time. I studied in Greek and Hebrew, analyzing verses word by word for a meaning that would move my fellow believers. I wrote sermons for effect, and practiced them under the tutelage of the pastors of our local church. I sometimes even did well enough that I moved people to tears. And in retrospect, I think I was mostly happy in that area of my life.

But there were problems. Privately, I was a deeply depressed individual for much of my high school career. The depth of emotion that allowed me to move others also let me peer deeply into an abyss for which I was not, at that time, prepared. More than dreaming, I had waking visions, and felt compelled to act out strange experiments. I would sit alone in my room and repeat the most hurtful things said to me by various people over and over again, annihilating all sense of self worth that I might have. I felt that my work was useless and that I wasn't helping anyone, that perhaps I was only doing it all to be seen, and to be liked for it. The self-recrimination became a constant buzz in my head, causing me to lose focus whenever I sang, or spoke in front of a crowd. Even when I was just helping out around the church, I could feel it. Not only that, but to add to the oddity of my life, my late grandfather passed on to me a small bible, which in the back had a chart of the numerical values of the letters of the Greek alphabet. Asking around about it got me some very strange looks. Soon it was time to prep for college, a church affiliated school in this case, and I just didn't feel it. I felt alienated from the rest of the church people I had grown accustomed to, but for the most part, knew no one else.

It was at that point that two things happened to me: 1) The girl I really liked utterly crushed me, and 2) I got into a car accident. The first was pretty pathetic really. I called her often and was typically desperate as only the virginal can be. She wasn't really interested in me, because I wasn't really an interesting person. I had been so wrapped up in fitting in, that all of the things that could have made me seem interesting were entirely buried beneath the template self I had built up. Still, it wasn't really a very nice thing to say... "Why are you laughing at me?" "Because I can." Nevertheless, it was probably as dramatic a moment as any angsty teenager could really hope to have happen to them, barring comparisons to movie moments or horrific abuse of some sort. I lost 20 or 30 pounds in a month, and ended up seeing a psychiatrist, who recommended Demian by Herman Hesse to me. The second was sudden and swift. I was messing with the radio in my truck while talking to a friend on a ramp between two freeways. I hit the edge of the curb and flipped my truck two or three times. Neither of us was hurt badly, although my friend did break his finger. After that nothing felt the same. The joy of going to church services and being around the people there was gone. I felt nothing, as though a limb had been cut off. I left in the middle of the first service I went to after the accident, went to the bathroom and just sat there until it ended. I couldn't stay any longer.

And I didn't. My parents had planned a month long trip to the East Coast, and I went with them, discovering as I went, that I was okay with being something different. Something broken, surely, but not bad. After the trip, I left home. I stayed with friends and wandered at intervals. I did not know where I was going, for the first time, and it felt good. My skills served me well. Gematria came to be more than just a curiosity to me, and the study of Hebrew is something I have continued. The vanity I feared is no longer a concern. I am now safely unpleasant to the eyes, and my voice chokes up around people I don't know. I don't think that Christianity failed me, nor that I was somehow lacking as a believer. I think I was awkward at everything I did, often self-sabotaging and conformist. I failed because I needed to know what was behind the curtains and the quickest way out is through the abject.

I don't remember why I was the person who would preach to anyone. I can't remember whether I was really happy or if it was just a delusion. I don't even remember what it feels like to be so self-assured. Aikeena used to talk about waking up a different person, and I knew what he meant, then and now. I learned not to trust people, because whenever I went into a group of new people, there were loads of history that I could sense, but not know until it was too late. The volatility that substance usage added to all my social situations later on made it imperative that I not extend trust to people even after years of knowing them. I learned that some people will hurt you because they can, not just by laughing at you, but with fists and knives and guns. I learned that our reality, despite the appearance of stability, is a weak and tinny song that can be silenced at any moment. I learned that peace and reason are not infinite commodities, but rare and sacred when they can be found. Most of all, I learned that having faith means continuing to try and build a better world out of the muck and mire in which we often find ourselves. It means knowing that you will not complete the work, but neither may you desist from it. It means that we rarely acknowledge through action how much we need each other, and yet it is together that we inherit our greatest strengths.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. (Psalm 23:5)

Safeiq (Soloveitchik's Cat)

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This is important stuff. The architectural signaling that goes on in these scenarios may not be dreamt up from nowhere. I believe that the inspiration for these spaces actually exist in other planes. These realms of chaos are no less real than our own world, save for a certain inconsistency of law (law as in gravity, not law as in speed limits). They infect and infest arils within our own world, seeking to implant the seeds of chaos, so that our world's coherency can be broken apart. I have experienced this profound state of disconnection while wandering. To those used to our current state of interconnectedness, this isolation could be profoundly disturbing, perhaps even soul-crushing. However, it is important to realize that the various abilities and mental gifts that are classed as magic, are actually the product of these same chaotic realms. Our individual reactions to mundane agitators can produce remarkable insight and talent, but these alchemical reactions occur only rarely, only in the dark, outside the purview of peer review and analysis. Surveillance in these cases serves only to dissect the newborn before it has taken its first breath. Reproducible results are important, because they indicate a robust process, but important results are not always reproducible. There must be places of insecurity, in between the harsh sunlight of law, and the absolute darkness of chaos, where reality itself can breed new forms, think fresh thoughts, and find new life through those of us who live on the ontological bleeding edge.

Blog Stats

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One thing I like about having the Wordpress Stat Analysis plugin is that it tells me what searches are being done on my blog. Which, in turn, I can use to address topics that interest the people who come here. Today's interesting search was about eInk. I LOVE eInk. The technology is basically not that different from the etch-a-sketch (I'm REALLY simplifying here, but bear with me), but it has fascinated me since I first heard about it. My personal first exposure was through reports of the Librie' device that was released only in Japan. Several things stuck out for me: 1) Long battery life 2) Screen that is readable in sunlight, and 3) Resizeable text. I actually wrote a letter to Sony about the device, asking them to update me when they had a version ready for North American distribution. As it turned out, I wouldn't have to wait that long.

The Librie' itself was designed as a Japan-only device. The legends under the buttons, the operating system, and all documentation were in Japanese. Nevertheless, Dynamism.com offered the Librie' with a translated firmware and enough instructions to get the book-loading software working. I went for it, and was extremely happy with the device. I still like it, actually. There's a small chip off of the bottom corner of the battery compartment that makes mine a bit fragile and subject to power weirdnesses if you mess with it, but the only reason I don't still use it is because Vista isn't compatible with the Librie' software. Memory sticks have to have a Linux-based file system to store books properly, so it can be awkward trying to load the device. But modders and device hackers have written apps aplenty for these tasks, so it's not really that big a deal. I was pretty satisfied with the device until the Sony Reader came out.

The Sony Reader addressed a lot of the complaints I (and others) had with the previous device. It had a pretty reasonable price point (relatively speaking) compared to the $600-700 Irex Iliad (a much more fully featured device) and the $400 Cybook (which at the time wasn't eInk). It supported TXT, PDF, and RTF files, which meant I could easily download file versions of books I'd already purchased and read them on the Reader (They've since added Adobe Digital Editions and ePub support). Since I already had a library of LRF files (the Reader and Librie's native format), it was a natural choice. The screen was also much improved with much less ghosting and a shorter page turn time. The Kindle and the new version of the Reader have improved this even further, but I haven't needed to upgrade.

Another path would have worked for me just as well, and that is the Mobipocket -> Kindle path. Because of the Librie', I never did get Mobipocket books for my Treo, but it was a very popular format, and something I considered at times. Had I done so, the Kindle would be a great choice, because it has Mobipocket support (Amazon bought the format). I did have a pretty negative experience with Amazon though. They used to have a digital book locker service, and I bought a couple that way. Later they dumped them and I basically lost my money and the use of those books. I haven't been really keen on testing Amazon's willingness to continue supporting it's customers since then. However, the Kindle is very popular, and I doubt it's going to disappear anytime soon, so it's probably a very safe bet. It has a very good screen, but I don't like the device shape itself. You may wish to see one in person before purchase to decide if it's the most comfortable shape for your hands.

My analysis of the current eInk offerings is as follows. The Reader has the best price point, if you don't mind hooking it up to your PC or dropping files on an SD card. The Kindle is great if you trust Amazon, and you live in a very urban area where EVDO is ubiquitous (Mountain folk are SOL). The Iliad has a huge screen and wifi, but has battery issues and may need some more firmware updates to be as fully featured as the marketing makes it out to be. The Reader and the Kindle have the best quality eInk screens, while the Iliad is best for PDFs because its screen is the largest. There are a couple of other devices, but I've only heard scraps of hearsay about them, so I won't comment on them at this time. Whoever you are, O Seeker of eInk screens, I hope that helps!

At a loss

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Where is this uncommon 'common ground'? All friends and foes are far afoot, seeking better quests and thrillier thrills. Dust coats my sandals and staff, and it's time for a nap. Too tired to sleep, and with the knowledge that sleep leads only to dreams of death, no desire arises to actually pass out. Why bother?

Like it or not...

Never forget that it's the contact, not the content. If inspiration doesn't flow, forget the technical, remember the source - be it a dream, or a friend's conversation, an enjoyable evening, the adrenaline rush of an argument, or the touch of a lover. These moments touch the deepest parts of us, and the context all melts away.

IOW, quit pigging out on the garnish. :)

FF4DS

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Final Fantasy IV was a very early favorite of mine. I’d have to say that 5 is still my favorite out of the whole series, but I’m definitely a minority in that view. Recently Square-Enix has been extremely prone to remaking its classic titles with Lucasian results all around. So it was with great trepidation that I checked out FF4. First of all, the fact that it was on the DS made me nervous. Devs tend to think that just because the thing has a touch screen, means that you should have to use it for all 60-80 hours it takes to finish these old skool grind fests. No, no, no, no, no, no. Bad devs, no cookie. Give us the option, as some people do prefer it, but also program the buttons. Y’know the direction pad and the four buttons right there. Yeah, use them. So point number 1, does it give you both options? Yes, indeedy. It might be nice to tell people that they can navigate by putting their finger on the map, but it’s all good. Second big deal for me was, do the graphics look at least a little better than the GameBoy (FF Tactics Advance 2 failed miserably on this one). I mean, the DS is no powerhouse, but it’s still way better than the GBA was. Sure enough. And lastly, as a port with better graphics, I usually expect tweaks to the interface. They really went above and beyond on this point. One of the things I loved about FF5 was the ability to change your command list around (ahem), adding in different abilities from the various classes to create a semi-unique character class. FF4DS goes a step beyond even that. Anything can be put on the menu, whether it’s an individual spell, an item, or an ability. This sort of customization really improves the flow of the game. The encounter rate gets high in some areas, but it’s forgiveable seeing as battles can be streamlined. I also think they give you quite a bit of magic/MP really early and am not sure how balanced that is, but it does make the story easier to get through. This is just an initial impression, so if my opinion changes through play, I’ll post more.

Cheap Shots and Deep Thoughts

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Ah, the inevitable backlash for posting Jack Handies. Probably should remember to brace for it, but the ride is always the same. Wish it'd get easier, but know it won't. Why does it work that way? Usually the assumption is that there is either a personal issue to be resolved, or the universe doesn't like upskirts. Not sure it really matters, because the end result is the same. Incidentally, how does typing without first person pronouns in resume language actually reduce ego? Comments from the Salamander using a first person pronoun are easily less egotistical than plenty of accusations of "love letter to self" ala (ab)USENET. Ah, well, just ignore the grousing.



Also, links only show up on the main blog. Sorry 'bout that.

Distributed Events Revisited

From Tikkun Kelim: ( http://s3nt.com/b24 )"lest we construct some unified tellurian theory that blinds us to ontological reality..."

I've been looking at another factor that may dictate temporal viscosity when synchronizing the effects of non-local manifestation. Heidegger talks a bit about lethe, the nothingness behind being in philosophical terms. The confrontation with nothingness in many ways allows each individual to express their nature, but I think there's a larger ontological implication here as well.

In my experiences, places on the outside of the Cluster, the continuum of our reality, tend to have a tinny, empty feel to them. These are the places where chaos and wild magics are free to warp and change the 'rules' at will. In places where reality is stable, I find that there is history - a braid of ongoing local family dramas in many cases - that keeps things both stagnant and yet reliable. I believe this is because of lethe, the essence of the human soul and its memories, or as Aikeena put it, "the breakdown of information and identity."

Where people live, lethe accumulates. Lethe can build up with deadly consequences, the most visible symptom of which is inner city crime or chronic sectarian strife. Also, when stagnant, as in a small town with a great amount of history, lethe can prop up repressive social orders. It is the force which conceals our biases and denial from us, and which allows us to continue living despite unbearable pain.

This is the primary reason that synchronicity is not instant and in my opinion, the largest factor in determining the temporal viscosity of an area.



I'm responding to this previous post because it seems to be the all-time most popular post on my blog. Might as well write about what people want to read, eh?

The wiki has been updated with some stubs (for the partzufim and some of the practices) until I have time to properly wikify them (as I did with Lethe).

tiredyrant

From Tikkun Kelim: ( http://s3nt.com/b24 )Sometimes I wonder how everyone can speak so easily on these online spaces. I feel tremendous weight with every word as though my life depends upon revealing and not revealing just the right things. Like peering into palantir and having to brush past some flaming disembodied eyeball that feels like an angry old woman giving you the evil eye, but 1000 times more potent.

"No. That's perfectly normal paranoia. Everybody in the universe gets that."

- Slartibartfast

If

From Tikkun Kelim: ( http://s3nt.com/b24 )If there were such a thing as magic, and one had, for whatever reason, decided to do "evil" magic, I think the best way to go about it would probably be to convince people that any resistance they faced (as a result of the aforementioned Dr. Fu Manchu) was a test from their (insert higher power/self/pantheon) and that it was their duty to (be stoic in the face of said event/learn from it/et cetera) instead of actually learning to use magic to respond.

MGS 4

Even having never played this particular franchise, I was pretty impressed. Admittedly, I played on easy, and often would get through a round of frantic hiding and sneaking, only to find myself feeling stuck and unsure right before the level end where there was no conflict. The constant sense of awareness and the need to be alert to everything in your environment is palpable in a way I've not experienced in other games, and I really enjoyed the nuances of crawling, sniping, using tranquilizer darts and figuring out the right weapon for the right situation.

The octo-camo allows you to adjust your camoflauge automatically based on immediate conditions. Your camo rating affects how likely you are to be seen, and seems to have links to your stress levels as well. There are three primary stats, Health, Psyche and Stress (which shows up on the battlefield). Health works in the standard way, but Psyche is different and somewhat interesting. Psyche measures your will, in a sense, and it even comes into play during cut scenes. When Snake is told bad news, his Psyche meter will often drop by a quarter during the cut scene. When you realize that losing all of your Psyche can end your game also, it provides an approximation of the drop in the pit of your stomach that you or I might feel when hearing bad news. Stress is there to enforce the "stealth" aspect of the game, as it goes up continuously during prolonged battles. There are ways to reduce stress, such as a Playboy magazine, a psychologist who will talk to you via your codec, and an iPod for listening to soothing music, but none of them are effective enough to make it easy to just "run and gun" this game.

One of the primary things that I enjoyed was the fact that the cut-scenes would often blend directly into an action sequence - with the life meters and other indicators popping up on the screen as your turn to act came up. The movies that were interspersed with the rendered cutscenes were also a nice touch - very surreal and worthy of the subject matter. The storylines of the main characters were exquisite, providing an excellent conclusion to an epic saga. Specifically the back-stories for the four boss characters were pretty lame though, which baffles me, because they could have just as easily left the back-stories out altogether. Just as a note, if you don't like intricate stories and cut scenes, you probably won't like this game. There's enough gameplay that you could probably pretend that it's a generic third-person shooter and just skip the story, then move to the online portion, but it seems like a waste to me.

Technologically speaking, this game had gorgeous graphics, and tight mechanics. I didn't see a hiccup during the whole game. One factor that I haven't seen mentioned a lot that really helped immerse me in the game's story was the ability to listen to the codec messages that are sent during gameplay into a bluetooth headset. While the cut-scene codec messages are still on-screen, it's during gameplay that I want the immersion factor to be high, and this really helped with that.

Overall, I'd say this is one of the first video game storylines that has engaged me in this way since Final Fantasy X. I was shocked to find a story that interested me this much outside of my typical RPG genre, but the surprise was not unwelcome. I have now added it to the list of franchises and gameplay styles that I am willing to play.

Leaning on the wind...

"What have I become, my sweetest friend..?"
- Hurt, by Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails)

One of the questions I wrestle with constantly is this: "How do I reconcile my Judaism with the magical practices I learned in the past?" It's a valid but difficult question, and to be fair, my position is subject to change at any time. First, to understand the pressures that are involved, you need a bit of background. I left home at 18 and stayed with friends for several years. These people were like my family (some still are, some aren't) and one of the things we all had in common was an interest in the occult.

Unlike some of my friends who were mainly into the flashy or shocking aspects of magic, I tended to keep my scope broad enough to look at religions and the magical practices they had assimilated also. This lead me to study the Kabbalah. I had a reasonably good amount of knowledge regarding the Tanakh due to my Christian background and my thought was that I could utilize that in order to add depth to my practice. I floundered in my magical practices as the addictive nature of the drugs took hold, but managed to maintain various types of practice throughout. In fact my practices at that time may have been what kept me from going even further than I did. I saw many strange things that I won't go into at this time. Needless to say, I do not always know what to make of these things, but nevertheless, to deny them would be madness.

Once I was in recovery, I maintained my practice and began making contact with other people. I found my friend Loan, and he really helped me through the initial stages of recovery. We dreamed up the Kadmon Project together, and that's one of the major motivations for me in keeping the project going.

Before Loan died, I had a series of dreams involving a pair of Rabbis, a hidden cupboard filled with scrolls, and the ashes of the Parah Adumah (Red Heifer). Afterwards I investigated my local synagogue, and discovered that I really felt at home with the people there. As I've continued to learn about Judaism, even now that I am a convert, I came to realize that there are many factions within the religion as a whole, and that Reform Jews (the branch I converted into) in particular have not been particularly friendly toward mysticism. So this left me with a dilemma: Do I abandon what I've seen, what I know to be true, so that I can fit in? or do I risk expulsion from my community which could affect not only my future, but that of my children as well?

Instead of bowing to this dichotomy, I chose to find a hybrid solution. First, I don't do divination or any sort of statuary. Those are big ones. I don't talk to any other deities - I choose to only recognize Adonai Echad - whether others exist or not. However, I have kept the Kadmon Group going to maintain a connection to others who don't practice as I do. Where rituals overlap, I default to Judaism. Where there isn't a solution in Judaism, I make my own and share it with the group.

There are other areas where the two paths complement each other. For instance, by taking a Kabbalistic concept and turning it into a Kadmon practice, I have to take it apart and put it back together. So while the Kadmon practice may not be exactly the same, I've learned from it, and I've had the opportunity to teach it to others.

However, it finally comes down to this: When I was seriously practicing magic, I relied almost solely on my intuition. I relied on it to the point of trusting myself in life and death situations to its whim. It was like learning to lean on the wind - no one could say if I would fall or stand. As I have come to terms with the idea of God, I've learned that the wind I was leaning on, the hand that kept me from falling was God (Ruach HaKodesh). It is in all of the magical practices I learned, and it is the principles of Kadmon and Kabbalah both.

It is the essence of faith to put all of your heart into living, and then when you have nothing else to give, fall in the direction of the finish line, and know that you will not fall. While I recognize even still that this balancing act is precarious, I also know that this edge is where I am called to be. There is nowhere else to go.

"Because your candle burns too bright
Well, I almost forgot it was twilight
Even if I think that you are right
Well, I'm tired of being down, I got no fight"

- Twilight, by Elliot Smith

Excellent article...

...entitled "Botany and Kabbalah in the Samarkand carpets"

Zohar

This is a good chunk of the Zohar separated by portions or complete (warning: 140 mb file), whichever you prefer. It has the Aramaic and the English translation side by side which I particularly like.

Chevrut

"Rabbi Yehoshua Ben Perachya says, 'Make for yourself a teacher and acquire for yourself a friend, and judge each person favorably.'"

I had intended to read through Pirkei Avot, but I was side-tracked by this gem. I've struggled for a long time, trying to find a way to explain how Loan (my late best friend) and I related to each other. Understandably, others found him difficult to get along with. For me, this process happened in reverse order of the above quote, but it really illustrates the value of having a chevrutah (friend, but also a study partner).

When I was first getting sober, in 2001, I had little hope of finding anyone to interact with online. Occasionally I found people who would provide interesting discussions regarding Kabbalah on Yahoo Clubs, but even then, I was still learning the terminology in an experiential way. I discovered Usenet around the same time as the 9/11 disaster. I read without posting for several months. After a while Loan and I had a fairly long discussion, and I began emailing him personally. One of the things that struck me about him was the fact that he was always sure of his explanation, immersing himself completely in the explanation, with no reservation and without regard for what others might think. I'm reminded of the scene in "The Last Samurai" in which Tom Cruise's character is told, "Too many mind" because he is minding the crowd and how people are looking at him. Finally the friendly advice concludes, "No mind." Loan was more than capable of this in regards to his Work.

This is not to say that befriending him was easy. I knew there were areas I disagreed with him in, but was willing to put minor things aside, because I had favorably judged him. It was an aesthetic choice, I think. He espoused certain principles, and despite the fact that he often changed his position on certain issues, he remained true to his principles to the end. For the sake of those principles, I decided that he would be my friend, even when he told me time and again that he wasn't a good person and that there could be dire consequences to even talking to him. Like him, I had to remain true to my principles, and seek out the meaning that he represented.

This was the process of acquiring a friend, in this case. I sought out his meaning in a thousand ways, by speaking to him, conversing on topics ranging from politics to the weather to family life. He told me of his ideas of Messiah and his dreams. Sometimes I would listen literally. Other times I would listen as though his prescriptions were an inner guide to healing the man himself. I listened as to a prophet that knows not his own meaning. In the traditional model, a chevrutah studies Torah with you, but in this case, I studied my chevrutah and myself thereby learning of the living Torah that fills the worlds with Kavod.

Finally the day came, and I mentioned one of my own insights on a topic. An audible frown accompanied his statement of confusion. I explained again, this time using catchphrases that he himself had used favorably on several occasions. It wasn't entirely different from other things he had said, but it was unfamiliar territory. Recognition dawned and he seemed interested. I let it go for a few weeks. Eventually we got to the point where we were trading ideas back and forth regularly. I had things to teach him as well, and he was happy about it!

He started consulting me for oracles on occasion. This was probably when we both learned from each other the most. He even participated in some of the Kadmon experiments with me. It ended with a Sunday morning when K and I were rushing to get the kids to Religious School. He sounded ill. I asked him if there was anyone there who would take care of him or if he'd gone to see the doctor. He said he'd be okay. I told him I needed to get the kids to Religious School, but I'd call him back that afternoon to make sure he was okay.

I did. He didn't answer.

Huong told me not to beat myself up, because it wasn't my fault, but I've never really stopped blaming myself. I still haven't really sought out another study partner, and I'm honestly not sure how soon I'll actually be okay enough to do that. Through him, I learned that I had something to teach, as well as many things to learn. After getting sober, I didn't think I was worth much, but he showed me that my own nature was good, and that this was a valuable thing in and of itself. I hope that I was able to show him the same.

I think that outside of my own personal saga, this can be a good way to gain rapport with others. By first passing positive judgement upon the person, you assure that no matter what, you will find a way to read their actions as having meaning. Perhaps we should be able to see all people in this way, but it's much easier to start with just one person and work your way outwards from there. By seeking out and acquiring friendship, it keeps the friendship moving towards workable terms, instead of maintaining unsustainable terms, as in dependencies. Most friendships maintain a balance of power, but this seeking keeps things in a balanced yin/yang sort of state, wherein polarities switch back and forth cyclically. By making for yourself a teacher, you can also learn what kind of teacher you are looking for, and thereby become that role. All of these things put together allow us to create the chains of relationship that trace the fiery glyphs and sigils which manifest change in our world.

"To save one person is to save the world." (Mishna, Sanhedren 4:5)

post Tisha B'av meditation

"The brotherly love of Itzchak and Ishmael will assert itself above all the confusion...Their love will overcome all and transform all to eternal light and compassion."

- Rav Kook in a letter written in 1908 (Commenting on Gen. 33:10)
May it come to pass quickly and within our lifetime.

Partzufim

Note: This essay refers to the Letter Arrays in Aryeh Kaplan's translation of the Sefer Yetsirah (pgs. 310-315)

Paul wrote: I don't really understand the arrays. What happens when you do the
meditation? What does it mean to create a partzuf?

Well, first let me preface this by saying that this is just my take on things, of course. In looking at the arrays, I would use them just like Abulafian arrays, meditating on each letter combination by tying them to something like a vowel which would correspond to a physical movement (like the character at the end of each line - SY pgs. 310-315). However, that's just the practice. My understanding of the process comes from Assembly Language.

It was eerie to me when I first saw these meditations with two letters, because that's generally how you represent a character in modern computer systems. Each character is identified by a two digit hex code. Hex is base 16, so they use A-F to represent 10-15. For example, the capital letter H is 48h (72 in decimal), dash (-) is 2Dh (45 in decimal), and so forth. Why hex? Probably 'cause it converts into bytes (8 binary bits) really easily.

That having been said, in Assembly Language, you move these two digit hex codes into various registers, and that makes things happen (to simplify).

Same thing here. By meditating on the line of two digit combinations, you're putting a series of values, which in this case represent the traversal between two states, defined by the letters, into a memory register, denoted by the separate character at the end of the line (first line of Alef it's a Yud, etc...).

But why do all of them in that order. What's the point?

States are temporary. I can enter a very high state, and yet not be able to reproduce it. How do we solidify these experiences into a platform that will allow us to reproduce them? Luckily the neshama is nothing if not elegant. Using the same principle that allows us to store cathartic or gnostic knowledge in symbolic frameworks, we can actually move along a different axis. We could call these progressive initiations: stages. So by stringing states into a sequence and compressing them into symbolic frameworks, we move through these stages rapidly.

So when we activate these sequences in line, we're actually taking ourselves through a sequence of initiations that might take much longer to go through if we went through them the long way. In fact, I'm pretty sure that all of those states and lessons could last more than a lifetime.

Now that's just repairing the Sefirot.

The Partzufim are a different matter. First let's look at the excellent quote that Logan found:

"Partzuf ("personae" or "profile"; pl. partzufim):
A partzuf is the third and final stage in the development of a sefirah, in which it metamorphoses from a tenfold articulation of sub-sefirot into a human-like figure possessing the full set of intellectual and emotional powers. As such, it may thus interact with the other partzufim (which could not occur before this transformation). This stage of development constitutes the transition from Tohu to Tikun or from Nekudim to Berudim, (also see: Olam Ha'Atzilut, "The World of Emanation")."

(link)

Also, there are several models that indicate more than 5 Partzufim.

Some divide the typical four (Abba, Imma, Zeir Anpin, Nukva) up into two (Abba -> Abba Ila'ah & Yisrael Sabba, etc...), while others add in the Partzufim of Keter, like Atik Yomin, Arikh Anpin, and Atika Kadisha, and still others state that Keter of Atzilut and it's Partzufim are only the Malkut of Adam Kadmon. How many are we up to now? ;)

So basically once we've repaired the individual sefirot, they can evolve into their higher form, which is that of a Partzuf - however you want to sort them.

But wait a minute, in the text we meditate on them from Keter to Malkut. Why is that? I think maybe it's because we're setting up the non-volatile elements before we work with the spheres that people are more likely to be having problems in. Most people will actually be having issues with the lessons of Malkut as opposed to Binah. So by the time the process is working on the sefirot you're using, it's mostly over, and less likely to "crash" your reality.

And what about the Partzuf/Face and the Back of the Sefirot? This is a matter of relation. If we take two sefirot, there are two primary states they can be in: face to face or back to back. Face to face is the one we want, so we repair the faces (partzuf of Keter, etc...) first. Back to back means that the emanation process isn't firing in order. For example, if Chokmah receives from Keter, but Binah doesn't become female for Chokmah, because it's still in a male state towards Chesed, then that delays the flow of mazal or shefa. That emanation could be a manifestation or a blessing from above, but it won't be received because the emanatory channel is malfunctioning. Repairing the faces makes sure that the sending mechanism works, so then you go through and make sure all the backs are properly working, so that they will receive properly also.

Once the chain is repaired, the Sefirot awaken and become Partzufim. I would guess that they activate in a sequence, hence my comment on metamorphoses. The stages are probably assessed differently by different people, which accounts for different numbers of Partzufim. However, once all of these Partzufim activate, they work together as the parts of the body of a sentient Golem. And everything after that is pretty much dependent on your Will, so it's probably pointless to spin conjecture about it until you're there.