A seeker's quest

What is this seeker's quest?
Danged if I know.
All I know is I keep seeking.
yeah.
Where I am right now just isn't good enough.
Vav
Pei Vav.

I'm studying.
I believe that the Hebrew Letters are sentient. They contain energy, manifest energy and are part of creation. I decided I had to know why I feel that way. Ha.
Just so happens there is a great scholar, Marc-Alain Ouaknin, a Frenchman who has written on all these subjects, because he happens to believe the same thing.
I have all his books. His treatise on Kabbalah is one of my main texts, because Ouaknin has everything sorted out and arranged. He is fabulous.

I picked up 'The Mystery of Numbers", and was told in the first chapter that I needed to read "Mysteries of the Alphabet" first. So I took that down from the shelf.
He starts off with a quote from Sefer Yetzirah. Whoopee.
"Twenty-two letters did he engrave and carve, he weighed them and moved them around into different combinations. Through them, he created the soul of every living being and the soul of every word....Twenty-two basic letters, fixed upon a wheel consisting of 231 gateways. And the wheel rolls forwards and backwards...How will he weigh them and make them move?
The aleph was associated with all the other letters and all the other letters were associated with the aleph. The beth was associated with all the other letters and all the other letters were associated with the beth. And the wheel turns, again and again...The whole of creation and all of the words emerged from this single name " The Aleph Beth ". "

This guy is goooooooood.
Brilliant.
So I'm studying to keep my mind off my self. Work the brain instead of frying it.
Oh well.

An interesting event occurred a few days ago. Ash and I were sitting out by the pool. She was doing a crossword. One of the clues was 'the last line of The Raven'. Ha. I knew that one.
The Raven. Edgar Allen Poe. Opium Addict. Quoth the Raven, nevermore. Nevermore is the last word. Sent me on a series of literary memories. One of my current problems is that I have nobody with whom to intellectually discuss anything. That's why I blog. But even blogging is getting blahing for me . There's no circular synchronicity. The friend who sent me into a cranky phase the other day called me ' impoverished intellegensia'. Yeah well. Kinda I am.
Anyway. Edgar Allen Poe. Muders in the Rue Morgue. The Pendulum. He was tripping. Edgar Allen was.
So, I remember my favourite was always Annabel Lee. Here it is.

ANNABEL LEE
by Edgar Allan Poe (1849)
It was many and many a year ago.
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
.....
It still gives me the chills.
.....
This week's Torah portion is Behar-Bechukotai, another double portion. Long.
Candelighting 7:53, forward 4.
.....
And the wheel goes round and round. Surprised Bruce didn't put that one on his new album.
.....
Shabbat Shalom
Blue Peace Please
.....