Love Is Not Limited By Kind or Degree-Its All Around Us

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Not only Is God In Individual Moments, Individual Moments Are In God Also—The Relationship Is Reciprocal

Kabbalah Conversation Continued

“I think I know what your boyfriend is talking about,” I replied. “It’s kind of like what I believe. Maybe Robert is right! Maybe he and I do believe in the same God. The idea of ‘continuous creation’ completely changes the way we see things. Mystics around the world tell us that if we could only see past our ignorance, we would discover ultimate reality. In fact, as we speak, it is as if God is holding us in His very hand. We are simply a measure of that relationship, a communing relationship with God. The bottom line is that we are not alone in the universe. God fills every moment, and that is true for both sides; God is there for us and we are there for God, — the relationship is reciprocal. The creator and creation unfolds simultaneously. Nothing is separate. Everything is interconnected. I know this sounds strange, and it is strange, but seeing things in this light is not isolated to Jewish mysticism, the Sufis, the mystical arm of Islam, as well as other mystical traditions, understand divinity in a similar way. You just have to give it time to sink in, that’s all. Is this any help?”

“Maybe a little,” responded Michelle, “but its still hard to understand. That’s not what I’m taught in class; I’m taught biblical injunctions, laws, and Jewish rituals. And, I might add, I’m actually OK with becoming Jewish. I have had no trouble getting to know what is kosher, and what is not. I like Jewish culture, but this Kabbalah stuff is just too weird. Not knowing what to accept or reject makes it hard to believe anything, or worse, what’s the point if everything is already as it should be?”

“Well, I wouldn’t go quite that far,” I replied. “There’s always room for improvement. Has your boyfriend tried to explain it to you; I mean really tried?”

“Sure, but when I get confused, Robert always says it’s the spirit of the law, not the letter of the law, and then he reverts back to the same old line—the Kabbalah treats everything as a code, as a message that must be decoded before it can be understood—and that usually ends the conversation.”

“Things will get better,” I said.

“I hope so,” replied Michelle, “I really do love him. When it was just the two of us, everything was much easier. Every breath I take isn’t connected to the universe like it is with him. It’s Robert’s love that makes me whole, not some so-called love essence. I mean I love God as much as anybody, but love is really real when I’m with Robert. Somehow I feel cheated; I mean I don’t really know what I feel. Why has everything changed so? What should I do?”

“I would like to help, but some things just take time,” I said, “especially when so much is at stake. I will say this, though; love is not limited by kind or degree. It’s all around us. There’s romantic love, paternal love, maternal love, and so on and so forth. I love everything from ice cream to the stuff I don’t even know I love. I suppose everything that stands out and makes a difference is deserving of some kind of love. There is a special love, however. It’s a love that flourishes in unity and wholeness, an all-inclusive love, a kind of love of love. Not many have experienced it, but it’s probably worth waiting for. You just have to be patient and give it time.”

“You make it sound so easy,” said Michelle, “or are you talking in some kind of code also?”

“Tell me more about this code. Maybe things aren’t quite so complicated as that,” I replied. “Going beyond superficial meanings is good, but a little reflection usually gets you there. Are you sure Robert isn’t saying that you need to reflect a bit in order to get into the nitty-gritty of an issue?”

“No, that’s not what he means,” responded Michelle, “the Kabbalist sees everything as a code. In fact, they used to keep that knowledge secret. In the past, students were selected very carefully. It was forbidden to speak Kabbalist knowledge to anyone who was not ready to receive it, and that meant you had to be at least forty years old. But, according to Martin, everything is more relaxed now. Come to think of it, maybe the old way was better. Our children would be almost grown by Robert’s fortieth birthday.”

“So what you’re telling me is that there’s magic formula that produces knowledge?” I said, “that only certain people have this formula, and with the formula they can read my mind?”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because, according to you, they know all about the God that I believe in without me telling them?”

“No, I didn’t say that,” Michelle replied. “They know about God because God is everywhere. You said it yourself just a moment ago.”

“”Well, if that’s the case, then why would anybody want to keep that a secret?”

“You tell me,” Michelle responded, “I don’t know. But I can give you a for instance. It’s in the creation story—the Adam and Eve Garden of Eden story; they don’t understand it the way I learned it in Sunday school.”

To be concluded…

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