Peace Upon

Peace upon my enemies
May their cups overflow
May they lack for nothing
Peace upon my friends
May their journey in this life
Be through paradise
May they never enter hell
Peace upon my teachers
May their wisdom be remembered
May their sins be forgotten
May their life be everlasting
Peace upon my critics
May their pens never cease
May their sight be keen
May they merit to join me
Peace upon the righteous
May their light ever increase
May they rise upward like the cedar of lebanon
May their song double, triple,
Resound in four-part harmony
Peace upon my leaders
May their hearts be made of flesh
May they be guided from above in the darkest hours
May they return from love with the dawn’s light
Peace upon my victims
May their suffering be short
May their patience be rewarded
May we be purified together of our folly
Peace upon you, my friend
May you ever dwell in the house of the eternal
Peace upon me, my friend
May I never stop speaking your name

A Shabbath of Peace

On Shabbath even the souls trapped in the hell they made get respite from their suffering.

I pray for my soul, for my wife, for my daughters, for the other families across Israel and Iran and Lebanon.

I pray because missiles and bombs, raving lunatics and angry crowds, would rather I didn’t. Would rather I give in to despair and acquiesce to madness and sign over my soul for false promises and illusions.

Or would rather I only prayed for my blood, my tribe, the children waving my flag.

That can not be my prayer.

I pray for us all:

May it be a Shabbath of peace.
May it be a Shabbath of blessing.
May it be a Shabbath of quiet.

Prayer in War

May the righteous Lord of war
Protect the innocent
Punish the wicked
Rescue the stranded
Heal the wounded
Avenge Your image
Profaned for so long

May our Father in the heavens
Guide the hearts and minds
Of Your children taking aim
Whisper quietly into their ears
The demand of their own souls
The call of a higher order
The wisdom of a wild peace

May the Creator of all human beings
Make us safe, make us well, make us whole
Give us relief from the burden of war
Of the heart’s shadow and fears
Of the wounds of yesterday past
Of the unanswered questions
Grant us all a moment of Your favor
That we may build from our prayers
A holy home for You here below

May it be Your will that we merit to go out in peace and to return in peace, that no wrong be suffered by our warriors or be done by their hands, and that together we rise to every challenge and opportunity with which we are presented in our long, defiant, sacred history.

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Coda: I am with every innocent who has suffered, who is suffering, and who will suffer as humanity collectively stumbles towards redemption, guided by eternal love when we choose to accept it. I make no distinction between human and human. My enemies are only those who rise against me, and even they are only lower-dimensional projections of the distortions in my higher-dimensional relationship with my Creator.

May we know safety, justice, and peace soon.

Blessed Is the One Who Enlightens the Blind

When I think of where You placed me
A garden, watered by mist and river
A stretch of sand and sky between salty depths
A small rock spinning around a small star
Swirling through eons of nothingness
In flowing rhythm with a stream of myriad stars
Spread out across a forgotten galactic horizon
Just one, of uncountable legions –
When I think of how You know them all,
Call to each by name –
How glad!
How grateful!
Not to be counted
With those who look up
And can not see Your wonder:

Blessed is the One who enlightens the blind.

Falling Upon One’s Face

“Falling upon one’s face” in supplication and confession after the standing prayer/guided meditation is an essential part of the ancient Jewish way of prayer

Bring the body into the moment and the heart out of its shell

It may not be advisable in your synagogue, depending on how educated the crowd is, but it’s definitely a viable option at home or in the forest field

Is Prayer Broken

Is prayer broken?

Do you find the act of praying meaningful, or even coherent?

Do you connect to the text of prayer?

Does the melody of prayer resonate with you?

Do you have a praying community?

Do you have a relationship with the one to whom you pray?

Do you find yourself in prayer?

They may not look like it but these are some of the most pressing questions of our times.

Worldwide injustice and social division, the abandonment of the poor and the monopolization of the environment, and so many more ills and madness of our times, all have their roots in an existential and practical state wherein the average human being does not pray.

Worse, for many who pray, the act of praying becomes a barrier between them and the divine.

There are many pathways out of this predicament.

The Jewish path of prayer is not the only path of prayer.

But it is a path with heart – if you can unlock its gates.

“Unscrew the locks from the doors! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!”

The siddur is not a book.

The language is not important.

The body is not to be left out.

The ancient way of Jewish prayer can meet the psycho-spiritual-eco-political needs of the meta-modern transhuman being – if we take it seriously and free it from the confines of dusty room and printed page and esoteric incantation.

If we transform it from a formulaic recitation into a self-constructive act of divine revelation.

We can fix prayer, if we restore it to what it was always meant to be.

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Fine, you say. High and lofty ideas that are all well and good. But you’re ignoring the elephant in the room.

Where is the God to whom you’re praying?

Where was God during Auschwitz?

You’re right.

This is the most pressing question of prayer out of them all.

And I’ll share with you my simple answer, the fruit of decades of study and reflection:

In Auschwitz, God was in the slave barracks, in the gas chambers, in the crematoria.

With every body and soul made in the divine image that faced the utter inhumanity of human beings.

And I’ll ask you in return,

Where was Man during Auschwitz?

Where was the divine image in those who allowed themselves to be seduced by hate into murdering millions?

The God to whom we pray does not act on the stage of human life with force and might, robbing us of both our freedom and our responsibility – but resorts to fervent whispers in human hearts urging us to see things in a new light and to make better choices.

It is up to us to heed the whispers.

It is up to us to act.

And so it is up to us to pray.

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May we merit to learn to pray in the way of our ancestors, and may the House of Prayer for all nations be rebuilt speedily in our days.

We Are Guilty

All year long we avoid our shadow, we avert our gaze from the many ways in which it falls upon others and robs them of the light…

All year long we hide in the very tree we were warned against, we pretend to ourselves that our maker will not see us, does not want to see us, if we don’t want to be seen…

All year long we tell ourselves a story, a grand myth of our virtuous heroism and their vicious villainy, proclaimed on an empty stage to a crowd of none…

But there is freedom in admitting the truth.

“We are neither so brazen nor so stubborn as to say before you that we have not failed; but both we and our fathers –

We are guilty.
We betrayed.
We robbed.
We slandered.
We caused error –
And we caused injustice.
We acted maliciously.
We acted violently.
We dealt falsely.
We gave bad advice.
We misled.
We raged.
We mocked.
We rebelled.
We resented.
We lusted.
We over-indulged.
We erred.
We acted negligently.
We tormented.
We doubled-down.
We acted unjustly.
We corrupted.
We disgusted.
We strayed.
We oppressed.

We turned away from your instructions and your good laws, and it was not worth it – while you have been just in all that has happened to us; you have acted in truth and we caused injustice.

What can we say before you?

What story can we tell you?

You know everything – hidden and revealed.

. . .

And so may it be willed before you:

That you let go of all our failures.

That you overlook all of our mistakes.

That you forgive all of our negligence.

. . .

And may the words of my mouth be desired,

And the meditation of my heart be before you,

My lord –

My rock –

My liberator.”

Sketch of the Amida

A rough sketch of the ‘amida:

Through systematically developing a concept of the Creator and making that concept real through the act of dialogic address to the Creator, we bring about the redemption.

First, we establish the grounds for the encounter – praise: the ancestral relationship, the omnipotence, the transcendance.

Then, with those principles in mind, we address the Creator as the provider of, and beseech the Creator to bless us with, the following, in this specific order:

Awareness/Knowledge
Rethinking
Forgiveness
Liberation
Health
Prosperity

Ingathering
Lawful leadership
Punishment of the unjust
Reward of the just
Establishment of the perfected city
Emergence of the messianic archetype

…the whole ‘amida is a step by step process of actualization, each step is made possible by and builds upon the previous, culminating in:

Answered prayer

And then, we are ready for the ‘aboda of gratitude, concluding with the blessing of peace.

Lord of Dreams

O El
Lord of dreams
Show my soul your garden
Of cosmic vines heavy with starry fruit
And trees five hundred years wide
Ever presently fragrant blossoms unfolding into infinity
Angels hovering upon them
Photonic feathers rustling in the breeze
Filled with the voices of your saints
Grant my soul dwelling for this night
Amidst the ethereal throngs gathered
Beneath your seven canopies
A seat from which it may hear
The murmuring sea of secret light
Waves dancing between the souls
Of the heavenly house
Let my body slumber
While my heart is awake
And when the dawn comes
Let me remember the mystery
You have shown me