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✓ 5 years ago

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✓ 5 years ago

Hate rears its ugly head too!

While travelling, anti-semitism is always a thing, but can be overcome.

(last update: 22 April 2024)

Vancouver, November 2005.

I was staying at The Dodson * in a troubled neighbourhood in a single room. In the room next to me (on the desk side, see below) was a man who appeared to have two prosthetic legs. I think he had black hair but was semi-bald – maybe 45-50. He was a permanent resident.

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* – owner notified

His walking style was very, very cumbersome. He came across as a loud, somewhat friendly (and charming) robot but with little to no empathy. He was speaking to almost everyone in the hallway who came his way and most people would slip away from him when they had a chance. He might have been a war veteran (or that was at least the lie he put forward?) – I only overheard him say something about his legs.

Spotting a Psychopath - When The Mask Drops
Spot a psychopath when the 'mask of sanity'/ 'presentable image' / 'persona' they normally project to you sporadically drops and it gives you a hint of what their real underlying character is. Over time, all psychopaths will begin to give themselves away through little clues and signs of their real underlying personality leaking out.

So I spoke to him briefly in the hallway and I told him about my travels and he asked if I was Jewish and I said ‘yes.’

On one of the following nights, I heard him engaged in the sexual act with someone. The walls were very thin. There were screams, groans and strange sounds, but most disturbing of all was the horrific anti-semitic abuse being directed at his partner in a stream-of-consciousness style. Vicious, unrelenting hatred against anything and everything Jewish for around 35 mins and possibly longer as I lost track of time.

Once the noises stopped I heard his door close and I opened my door slightly and saw what appeared to be a male prostitute in the hallway still strapping his belt and getting ready to leave.

I couldn’t sleep and lay awake. Then I heard the guy’s door open again.

I somewhat panicked. I snuck up to my own door. It was unlocked. I didn’t want to lock it as that would make a noise. Instead, I pushed my hand strongly against my door above the handle.

I saw the door knob rotate and felt pressure against my hand. He was outside my door trying to get in – or at least seeing if that was possible. I might even have been saving my own life! Did he want another orgasm at my expense? Was he carrying a knife and intent on entering my room? I don’t know.

A war veteran (and convert) murdered my friend Tony Rose in 2014 in a premeditated attack with an 18cm commando knife so it’s certainly possible. The chap knew I was Jewish from a few days earlier and I also have mentioned here the notion of Nazis gaining sexual pleasure from the usage of gas chambers. So it’s not a perfect analogy, but it’s reasonable to suggest I was in serious danger that night.

Perhaps I should have opened the door to see what he was holding but I think that would’ve been too risky. He had a cumbersome walk, but he could’ve had a slingshot ready or a taser if that was his intent. He might have acted nonchalant and lunged at me the following day – I wasn’t going to find out. If he was a war veteran, using a head torch, he could’ve thrown a knife at me and dropped a suicide note by my side if I was asleep… or just shot me.

Moments later he went back to his room and I locked my door properly. It took me a while to get to sleep and I propped something against my door as well. As a permanent resident, he may have known ways to overcome the locks or had a skeleton key (excuse the pun.) On the other hand, he may have wanted to brag about “the Jewish guy who left his door unlocked who I could’ve killed if I wanted to but didn’t so I must be a hero.”

The next day I told the (Asian) receptionist about what had happened and he said “That’s bad” and ideally the hostel should’ve installed CCTV in the hallway after I mentioned it. Anyway, I walked out never to return:

* The exact photo I took when I stepped out to leave for good – and feeling good about it! (see on Google maps)

A few days earlier the receptionist had supplied me with a small oil heater when I complained about the room being too cold and this was due to the in-built building heater not running. The heater he supplied was too small for that room – he probably wanted to keep running costs low and I didn’t say anything further about it:

So after leaving the Dodson, I found myself at the Samesun.

Prior to the Dodson I was staying at the Cambie Seymour Hostel which I had left  because I wanted a private room for less expense than what they were offering. It was also cold there.

[left] Dorm at the Cambie Seymour with its heater.
[middle left] Michael Buble at the Cambie.
[middle right] The same Cambie TV room in 2020 source.
[far right] At Malone’s Taphouse that is part of the Cambie building.

In another similar scenario, some months earlier in July 2005 in Donegal, Ireland, I remember leaving the Dooey Hostel under similar circumstances. I felt like some type of lynching was about to take place when I overheard late one night people talking about some “Jew who had come from Israel.”

It was hard to tell what was going to happen – I definitely may have been wrong. Regardless, I left very early in the morning when everyone in the dorm room was still asleep and left behind 3 paid nights. Sunrise was at about 5am at the Hotel California.

The Irish are some of the friendliest people I’ve met (if you can understand them) – including the owners of that hostel – but I think the whole Israel vs Palestine thing can be taken too personally at times and misunderstood. At least I heard what people were saying – the hostel can’t control who comes in.

Interestingly, on the same trip in Dublin there were some Poles staying in a dorm room with me and in the middle of the night I looked down to see someone rummaging through my backpack. I think the chap then pretended to think it was his backpack.

A few months later, I had a lot of things stolen from my bags in a hostel room at Jaffa port, Tel Aviv, including this favourite t-shirt that I had worn in Canada:

[At Painted Turtle Guesthouse, Nanaimo, drinking bottled water and generally calming nerves. I was happy to have picked up that jacket for $50 at a second-hand store even though it was basically new …jealousy is a curse.]

People also do things out of jealousy too and I only learned about this in my mid-20s! Perhaps I presumed good things came pretty easily to everyone. Jealousy is a foreign emotion to me – could it even be idiotic?! I’d help anyone who was jealous of me – as long as it was caught early enough. That said, sometimes it’s never reciprocated, and being kind to the cruel makes one cruel to the kind.

Speaking of jealousy, in Victoria BC in late September, I met an Israeli (/ American?) chap (Gideon??) in a mixed dorm and I could’ve been a good wingman for him (even though I didn’t and don’t drink alcohol,) but he was determined to be some type of alpha male or at least be seen as one, and this was also part of his pickup-style it seemed.

That’s the impression I got and to the point where I couldn’t have a normal conversation with him at the Ocean Island Inn:

But he still was a friendly and likeable guy, no doubt, and at least he didn’t try to steal my stuff like the person from Poland did. But I think that’s much more a ‘broke backpacker’ thing than anything else. By this, I’ve also had a pair of optical spectacles stolen at a hostel in San Francisco in early 2003.

At this hostel (Fort Mason) I met a young German woman who had just completed a thesis on the act of doing an “About Face” in international relations.

Surprise, surprise, it happens and one should be prepared for it. It’s a nice step as well.

Interestingly, when I arrived I walked into the dorm room and there were two gay guys going at it, so I did an about-face, went back to the desk and made a complaint.

Anyway, Gideon noticed the Kenvelo (“yes and no” / כן ולא) t-shirt I had on too and knew some history of the brand. Sort of sums up the acquaintance. But isn’t machoism a part of Israeli culture? What did I expect? Lead or be led. Whatever the case, hopefully age has mellowed him out and good luck to him! Travelling isn’t always easy, even for the best of us!

In Ireland, I met a female ‘Orly’ who I saw again in Haifa some months later as she was Israeli and I even went to her place by the sea. She was genuinely nice and along with a few of her friends, we went to Caesarea and one friend told me she thought Netanyahu was ‘shifty’ and he had just won Likud chairmanship at that point. Orly had studied English literature and wanted to become and an advertising copywriter. One trick at work when dealing with problematic characters (for whatever the reason) was to “go around them.” Speaking of which, up at the university, an Arab fellow followed me and gave me hostile looks for under a minute as we walked down the same path. Did he want to intimidate me, beat me up or was he gay and signaling dominance? If only I was part of a group.

“Safety in numbers.”

I am pretty sure it was at that uni where I spoke to someone with Orwell’s 1984 sticking out of his backpack telling me that “it is the future.”

[pic: 27 Sep 2020]

Or should that be “Danger in numbers!”

Regarding dominance signaling, at a bus terminal in most likely Haifa in ~2006 (Tsfat below,) I spent many hours sitting at a table playing Civilization IV on my laptop with all the bustle around me. Addicted, I skipped a few bus trips to keep playing. When it quietened down and into the night, a cleaner of the building came up to me and started yelling loudly. I was surprised but then he wiggled his head a few times to show me his solitary earing. I thought the bus station was closing and he was telling me to get out, but I later learned it was not. What did he really want? Ahh, the civility.

In any case, a fellow at my recent reunion made the observation that the Israelis he came across while traveling fall clearly into either two categories: cool dudes or total douchebags – or words to that effect. But wasn’t that too harsh? Why pick on Israelis: they live in a permanent state-of-war? But why not if they don’t give you a chance? This fellow, a year above me, presently works as a researcher for public policy. We didn’t speak for long and I hadn’t spoken to him since school. Really, I think countries and people sympathetic to the Palestinians should absorb them into their societies. The money they donate doesn’t have much effect – it funds personal Swiss bank accounts, right? Countries should have a “Palestinian Migrant Quota” to fill.

Nevertheless, in Whistler a few years later I spoke with a man from the US who was hateful against Israelis and I told him that all you have to do is think of one positive thing to say to free your mind. He did and days later he was a changed man and very friendly.

Anti-semitism in the diaspora is a double-edged sword where you can run, but you can’t hide… for long. It can separate people, but it can also bring people closer together.

Graves, trenches or foundations, it’s a digging contest!


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✓ 1 year ago

Israel Revisited
– from Exile to Exodus (part 2/2)

I didn’t know what I was in for… I wouldn’t want it any other way!

(last update: 21 April 2024)
(also see: part 1)

After landing in Israel in June 2005, immediately I felt a raising of my energy. It felt perfect to arrive.

Prior to that, the only time I had been in Israel was in January 1988 for a couple of weeks.

The first place I went to was the Jerusalem botanical gardens.

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At the garden cafe (far right above,) I spoke to the waitress and she was very friendly and attractive. I didn’t even know if she was Jewish or not and didn’t even think about it. I ended up giving her my phone number (did I get hers?) and minutes later as I was leaving, I saw a lone young man walking toward me in what looked like a state-of-fury. Then, like an edgy kangaroo, I basically fled the scene, jet-lag be damned. There was no confrontation and I never returned. I determined later from her name that she must have been Arab. I was nervous for a day or two that he might call for reasons unknown to me and I never spoke to her again and don’t remember her name.

Anyhow, I soon noticed my lips drying up – this was due to the hardness of the water. Pots and pans were even left with a white residue of minerals after each meal. The only solution was bottled water.

I headed to the Old City and to the Western Wall (Kotel.) On the way there, I asked Jeff Seidel for directions. He gladly pointed it out to me and he also became a friend.

Below, mid-2006, during an Orange vs Blue protest in Jerusalem. However, I was also there during the first protest in mid-2005.

I didn’t have much of an opinion at the time, but had a feeling withdrawal was not a good thing. The prime minister at the time, Ariel Sharon had a stroke at the end of 2005 and then within a month fell into a coma.

Tens of thousands of orange-clad activists lined major highways Monday in a nationwide protest against Israel’s planned withdrawal from the Gaza Strip, disrupting traffic, shouting slogans and drawing noisy honks of support from motorists.

With tensions running high as the withdrawal nears, Israel has descended into an emotional color war. Jewish settlers and their supporters have embraced orange. On the blue side are peace activists and other backers of the withdrawal. Each side’s weapon of choice: ribbons _ tied to cars, backpacks and even wedding bouquets.

2005, source

In the back of my mind, even to this day, I have a hypothesis that the only character trait that Israelis have that extends beyond their toughness is their idiocy. This relates to class and status divisions, baseless hatred, might makes right, crippling xenophobia and acts of self-sabotage such as the funding of Hamas.

Anyhow, years later, I actually spoke to a soldier who was stationed at a checkpoint or border-crossing in Gaza, a student from Jerusalem, and he was very much for the withdrawal – he said it was very difficult and dangerous work. Another chap hated carrying his machine gun so much that he was imprisoned for initially refusing. And there was another fellow that simply hated the army, but had to do it anyway as it was compulsory.

Because many would prefer to avoid the instruments-of-war in favour for different ones.

I don’t blame them.

And speaking of war, from my understanding, in Russia hostage situations are resolved quickly because the state takes hostage the relatives of the terrorists. Why doesn’t the IDF do this? To free hostages, shouldn’t a second set of hostages (for want of a better word) be taken? Who are the other people that should be begging for their lives to the terrorists?

The IDF tracks leading terrorists. Why not the their family members as well? … so back to my hypothesis.

For this latest October 7 incursion, why not just bring a whole portion of Gaza into Israel proper permanently? All of Gaza city should become Israel and the fighting can stop, or half of Gaza. Something like that anyway. Land-grab is the deterrence to terror, not death, because death is seen differently in Jihad. As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, Hamas will never be eliminated because it’s just Islam by another name. Deceived Western minds will at least understand this response, and it will memorialise the fallen – streets can be named after them. If the Magen-David is raised in Gaza, let it stay there.

A 5 year-old buried under 5 tonnes of rubble means different things to different people. But why did the parents even have children in a war-zone? How can there be a genocide when there are millions of Arabs still alive in Gaza? Who’s to say the children weren’t conceived just to be cannon fodder yet will attain paradise to their benefit, thanks to the Jews? The evil of running a false-flag attack (if it was one,) and then getting no benefit boggles the mind: it’s akin to  Jewish suicide bombers attacking Israel alongside Palestinian ones. If “Free Palestine” is a strategy to reestablish a Muslim caliphate via useful idiots, how about “Free the Hostages” as a strategy to manifest the Israelites again?

Anyway, I mentioned the need for voluntary military service here – and not just for Israel.

Yet, ironically at the same time “in warfare, a theater or theatre is an area in which important military events occur or are in progress” [- source.] Thus, one is left wondering if warfare might be phoney and actually scripted for an audience, just like a music recital or rather a Broadway extravaganza. In which case, at some level, enemies are actually friends, or even one and the same in outlooks of full spectrum dominance. As such, I think people should choose different theatres to watch.

Continuing, some weeks later I ended up finding and staying at the Heritage House and also studying at Aish HaTorah which were both in the old city. The late Rabbi Meir Schuster, Elie, and Dave (from NYC) all worked at the HH.

(early 2006 )

I ended up buying Tefellin through Reb Schuster which I still own to this day.

I invariably had better days in Jerusalem on the days I donned my Tefellin.  They are used to tame the evil inclination and worldly desires. Today, I carry around a Tasmanian quartz crystal and should probably “dare to wear” the Tefellin again – may God help us all.

Continuing, on one Shabbat evening in the old city, I told the host how my paternal grandfather Oskar (below) fled Warsaw with my grandmother Hela (shown Elka below) and parents Abram and Jetta Sokol (shown below) a week after the war started. They went to Lithuania, across Russia by train, to Japan and then by ship to Melbourne on a Sugihara visa after mid-1940. The host was taken aback at how I found my way from Australia to Israel at such a young age (and non-religious.)

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Heroic Chiune Sugihara Saves Thousands of Lives | Sigmund Tobias | USC Shoah Foundation #shorts
  • pic 1 – www.sugiharafoundation.org/the-list/ (site down: 9 Dec ’22)
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  • pic 3 – 1991
  • pic 4 – 1993
  • pic 5 – late 1980’s
  • pic 6,7,8 – 1997

As referred in the second pic above, Oskar once showed me his civil engineering degree obtained at The University of Berlin, Charlottenburg, but it wasn’t recognised in Australia due to it being of German origin so instead he went into the Flinders Lane rag trade, specifically at Londex House (London Export,) next to Tasmania House

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As an aside, while Oskar escaped, his two brothers Benjamin and Eliyahu were betrayed by the Poles hiding them two days before the war ended for bread and sugar. They were murdered by Nazis. Oskar’s 3rd (and eldest) brother Leon “Lolek” Weisbrem  (1903 – 1999) joined the Polish army and was taken prisoner-of-war by Germany. His buddies saved his life by surrounding him at a roll call so the camp commander wouldn’t see that he was circumcised and deemed Jewish. He eventually fled Poland, across Europe to reach England in 1941.

source | 2 | 3 | Leon’s family tree from mid-70’s

I met him once in 1986.

Leon’s autobiographical book in Polish contains various other documents:

  • pic 1 – book cover
  • pic 2 – Wolf with son Leon (1932)
  • pic 4 – Eliyahu + Oskar + Leon + Benjamin – Warsaw ~1933
  • pic 6 – Leon second from left in Polish army
  • pic 7 – POW documentation
  • pic 8 – Nazi POW currency
  • pic 9 – postcard received while at Stalag VI-C POW camp
  • pic 10 – poem from London
  • pic 11 – other

At one point, he had the 3rd largest Japanese stamp collection in the world, which he sold while residing in Melbourne before he returned to London.

source: Kanai Catalogue 1979/80 Japan ‘Weisbrem’ Collection

Two more people I met in Jerusalem were Sharon (below left) from the CU Agency and Warren (below right, 2018) who is also from Melbourne, Australia. Warren (aka Avraham) and I took on an extras role for Sharon at Mt Zion for a Discovery/NatGeo documentary in 2005. In 2018, right before leaving Israel, I gladly met Warren again who by that stage was using a walker.

Interestingly, the “raising of vibration” that hit me when first entering Israel and kept bringing me back had left by 2018. It is for this reason that I tend to think the term “aliyah” (going up to Israel) is wrongly applied to Israeli immigration. It can be correct, but not all the time for everyone, for example I met two immigrants who were murdered there: Tony Rose in April 2014 and Dave Gordon (or was it rather a suicide… which is a murder of self anyhow?) in August 2014.

In a similar vein, I think the country name “Israel” is incorrect. That name should only be used once all the lost 10 tribes can (and do) return to the holy land and not while the Israelites are lost and in exile – imagine if that became the new security narrative rather than Iran!

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"Nearly all Jews today consider themselves as descendants of the tribe of Judah. Some do claim membership in the Levites, the priestly clan that - like other Jews - was exiled to Babylon and returned to rebuild the Temple. However, Jews with family names such as Levy (Levi), Rubin (Reuben), Simon (Simeon), Benjamin, Asher, etc. are unable to document their genealogies as going back to these historical tribes."

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By this, even:

  • Holyland
  • Israel-2B / Israel To Be (ישראל להיות)
  • Israel 1 (as opposed to Israel 2 for the messianic age)
  • Israel 4 (see image below)
  • Future Israel
  • Israeland (ארץ ישראל)
  • Judahland
  • Judah / Yehuda (יְהוּדָה)
  • Jacob / יַעֲקֹב *
  • Green / Grün / Grünia **
  • Boronia (ie Adrian Boron, plant and suburb)
  • The Jewish State
  • Capital
  • Tribe / Blessed Tribe / Blessed
  • Heart
  • Semitica
  • Outpost Płońsk (DBG’s hometown)
  • Plonskia / Plonskonia
  • Israel Rebooted

could be a more apt name for Israel – at least as a thought exercise and for debate.

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Israel was Jacob after being renamed by an angel. Similarly Abram was renamed by God to Abraham.

** (Green) was David Ben-Gurion’s (Israel’s Founding Father) original surname from his father Avigdor that was changed to Ben-Gurion. It was “taken from one of the Jewish generals who fought against the Roman legions in the time of Bar Kochba.” ~ source

Also, I wonder in ancient times if it was ever called Israel.

The name “Israel” first appears in the Merneptah Stele c. 1208 BCE: “Israel is laid waste and his seed is no more.”[29] This “Israel” was a cultural and probably political entity, well enough established for the Egyptians to perceive it as a possible challenge, but an ethnic group rather than an organised state. – source

My personal favourite name is The Kingdom of Israel and that is mentioned in a few places already on this blog and the subject of a film ennealogy that I started in Jerusalem in 2017.

This is the name that really should’ve been used in the “Free Your Mind” campaign video that influenced me to “make aliyah” in 2006.

However, it couldn’t have been used because there is no kingdom in Israel… yet. No messiah, no temple, no lost tribes and lots of division – and this isn’t about to change anytime soon. As such, the video is a con-job to me at this point and is more apt for gentiles. Really, there’s still an exile, even in Israel, but one should have faith.

Anyhow, the Temple Mount has not changed since 1948 (State-of-Israel’s inception) and wars never end because there is a fear of justice or the adoption of a “war-is-peace” attitude. Isn’t that farcical?

After Jerusalem, I made it to the holy mountain city of Tsfat.

Here I spoke to Jeremy Hart (Hartley?) at length who was immigrating to Adelaide from England. He wasn’t sold on Israel and was very concerned with the poverty.

I also met the late Tony Rose (from Manchester) and his children (photo Jerusalem, 2006.) Jeremy actually met Tony after my introduction. As previously mentioned, Tony was tragically murdered in Tsfat in 2014.

In Jerusalem, at around the same location as above, I overheard a couple of American guys discussing Israel and making “aliyah.” They said it was a highly security conscious, hyper-rational and highly competitive society. Their main gripe was that Jews fighting other Jews just doesn’t work – I suppose they meant especially in Israel – and I agree. It’s ironic, because I went to Israel to be in a place where there’d be less walls between people as a result of being from the same spiritual and genetic background – but it turns out the walls are just different.

On this note of “Israelis fighting Israelis,” at Hayarkon Hostel (pics below) in Tel Aviv during 2005 there was a non-Jewish British carpenter with an Israeli girlfriend. He told me how Israelis emulated much of their abusive behaviour toward each other from Arabs. I translate this in daily life to mean as countless Tom and Jerry-like battles for narcissistic supply, with this character trait in turn being the result of trauma associated from being born into a warzone and the subsequent creation of an invincible false-self.

Later while taking a bus from the hostel, a tourist mentioned to me how bogged down the small country was in security spending, with guards required at so many public places, not to mention defence spending as a whole. Moreover, the Walk Through Metal Detectors outside malls and bus/train stations were a real health turn-off for me. The risks are played down, but I can feel their effects so I avoided them.

Another standout reader comment I read on an Israeli news site was “Jews from the diaspora have difficulty fathoming the depth of moronicy present in this country.” I would have to agree – people can act in counterproductive ways to each other. And back in Australia in 2007, an Israeli ex-pat mentioned to me how Israelis when they leave the country often end up seeking other Israelis to associate with. After living in Israel for ~12 years, I would imagine that to mean that it is difficult to be comfortably sociopathic unless around other sociopaths. By this, I mean that sociopathy arises when narcissism is combined with baseless hatred.

Baseless hatred exists as a remnant causative factor of the destruction of the second temple. In a narcissistic society due to constant war, I suppose one could hate another simply for taking attention away from oneself to fracture self-worth. A religious fellow at the Mahane Yehuda market confirmed with me once that baseless hatred is everywhere in the country and keeps people divided. This is why Yaakov said to me something akin to “English speakers need to stick to English speakers.”

For Jews everywhere, there are also issues associated with being in the age of the “Shalom Rav” (Peace Rabbi), which I deem something akin to an atheistic security guard taking control of the Jewish synagogue they’re supposed to protect: some new type of coup between a rabbi and his security guard.

[ far right, June 2005, a potential bomb is detonated at a bus stop ]

Can’t we all just get along?

Anyhow, months later, in October 2005 and still with the travel bug, I reached Vancouver.

While browsing a second-hand bookstore I discovered a book (Idel, 1988) Studies in Ecstatic Kabbalah and it really had a strong resonance with me. The book is  a study of Rabbi Abraham Abulafia. Abulafia uncovered new knowledge through an itinerant life and believed he was the messiah – although perhaps that belief was justifiable to the extent of his preeminence.

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Abulafia even attempted to convert the pope to Judaism:

He went to Rome in 1280 in order to convert Pope Nicholas III to Judaism on the day before Rosh Hashanah. The Pope was in Suriano when he heard of it, and he issued orders to “burn the fanatic” as soon as he reached that place. The stake was erected in preparation close to the inner gate; but Abulafia set out for Suriano all the same and reached there August 22. While passing through the outer gate, he heard that the Pope had died from an apoplectic stroke during the preceding night. He returned to Rome, where he was thrown into prison by the Order of Friars Minor but was liberated after four weeks’ detention. He was next heard of in Sicily. ~ Wikipedia

Prof. Moshe Idel on Abraham Abulafia

I also visited the British Columbia Parliament Buildings in Victoria, BC.

Back in Israel months later, I borrowed the Tanya from Ascent (in Tsfat) and started reading it back in my room.

One thing that struck me was how it described the world being  continuously created through the constant emanation of the names of God (in Hebrew.) I’d already heard something similar on a radio interview while driving to South Australia in early 2005 – that the Big Bang didn’t occur once – the world is big-banging into existence at every moment.

The apex of my learning came whilst studying at Ohr Somayach yeshiva in Jerusalem.

During one of my first classes there, I had the distressed thought:

So this is it, I have come all the way from Australia, dropped out of university, travelled a great mental distance, spent lots of money and relocated to this premises and all for this classroom? A whole new journey of infinite learning was about to start. Please God if you’re listening, make my day.

And the class proceeded as usual.

Then that night, in a dream-like state some angelic teacher stood near me and imbued me with an avalanche of wisdom. The transfer went for about a minute or so. I’d never experienced anything like it before or since. It was like the feeling of a million burning questions being answered.

Now who doesn’t want to stand in God’s stream of consciousness?

And so that was it, the exodus was over… at least for me at that point.

So the Ari (Isaac Luria) told the student something remarkable: "if I had 80 years to write down the material that I heard from Rabbi Shimon Bar Yohai, I still couldn’t finish it." That’s how much stuff Rabbi Shimon said in whatever brief time that he (Luria) was sleeping or in a trance."
~  Rabbi Mendel Kessin 8:51


✓ 8 months ago

Soundgarden – Black Hole Sun – Chorus (2022)
original (vinyl)

 

alike:

Jurassic World Dominion - Official Trailer [HD]

* from November 2019.

? :
* comment on the shape and design of skis – not on the brand names seen
* “-19” added as an afterthought for relevance only.

pic
pixabay.com/photos/dinosaur-tyrannosaurus-tyrannosaur-3149580/
pixabay.com/illustrations/ice-cream-truck-snack-food-cold-4061632/
pixabay.com/illustrations/cable-car-isolated-winter-snow-3989542/
pixabay.com/photos/coach-team-quad-ceremony-solemnly-3070303/
moviefanon.fandom.com/wiki/Jurassic_World:_Mass_Extinction_(2021)

✓ 3 years ago

Innerspace Trailer #1 (1987)

Innerspace (1987) Trailer #1

I saw this film as a child in Israel in January 1988 (sub-titled cinema.) It blew me away. I actually got what a character arc should look like.

Martin Short’s character started off as a somewhat timid store clerk and then ends up beating up bad guys on some stairs (0:54 above) without even needing initial encouragement from Dennis Quaid’s character inside him.

“Now Jack’s got twice the problems, but he’s double the man… with Tuck on his side, in his gut, and on his case. And only 24 hours left for Jack to get out of danger, so that Tuck can get out of Jack.” (0:47 above)

Clip | Innerspace | Warner Archive

What would Serve the Serpent (as an Innerspace II-type story) look like, if the father had to live through the daughter and vice versa (using technology)?

Imagine if the father’s voice within her was one day hijacked by a demon and the father’s voice within her started to work against her?
✓ 5 years ago

2001: Evolution Revolution. A Retrospective.

I rediscovered an essay yesterday accidentally while browsing old files.

(updated: 21 January 2023)

It was July 2001, and I was staying at a backpackers’ hostel, most likely in Noosa, and I wrote an essay about my experience soon after I left. Here is a snippet from my 2001 essay Evolution Revolution:

It was during the night while I was sleeping at a backpackers’ hostel that I spoke to Steven Spielberg in a dream. We were at the summit of a mountain immersed in nature’s beauty. I could say anything to Spielberg and he would understand me compassionately and completely. We exchanged a few words. His use of silence was sublime.
I walked up close to him and asked straight out,
“Do you believe in G-d?”
He responded,
“God is sensed by the brain and becomes apparent to those willing.”
His simplicity was unconvincing so I pressed on,
“So have you realized God?”
There was a pause, and then I awoke. It wasn’t the dream’s content that woke me, but instead it was the realization that I was dreaming which was awakening. This caused a fresh flow of vital force to penetrate my whole body and had become like an electricity generator.
Such was Spielberg’s answer.

The next day I was talking to a very hot German girl at the same place and saw a book on the table, and so in my essay I continue:

The book was called The Cosmic Serpent: DNA and the Origins of Knowledge and one thing it discusses is the spiritual discipline of Desana Shamanism originating from the ancient people of the Colombian Amazon [p57]. Their manuscripts reveal that the two main fissures seen in a cross-section of the brain represent the Anaconda and the Rainbow Boa serpents in binary opposition to each other. It is said that in the beginning of time, the ancient Amazonians arrived in canoes shaped like these serpents and today they live as metaphysical entities in the brain. The evolutionary challenge purported by Desana Shamanism is for Humankind to overcome the binary opposition of these serpents as they sway against each other. Such an achievement brings individual awareness and integration. This metaphor clearly shows that evolution begins with the creation of time and ends with the realisation of God, all as a result of two related serpent entities.

What happened next was that I didn’t see the girl, any snakes or Spielberg. I did go back to the dorm room and eventually drifted back to sleep, only to awaken to a strange vision:

The internal eye allowed me to view five different types of hologram-like visualizations of my brain. Furthermore the eye could rotate and see the brain from a range angles. As I relaxed and enjoyed the show it was clear that the brain’s creator certainly does not play dice. Einstein was right about God. One view showed a grid of grey and black lines carefully mapped over a glowing mass of neurons. Another view saw different chunks of the brain as different colours. A yellow region exploded and I felt some heat in the corresponding region in my head. Not only had the third-eye been activated but the brain was also being restructured by the increased cosmic energy as Gopi Krishna’s theories attest.

I didn’t see any Anacondas or Rainbow Boas. However, their mutual co-operation was being symbolised by the activity of the two opposing energies passing through my body. In the previous night theses energies were a bit strong but tonight they were perfect allowing for some 5-star evolutionary activity to occur. It is noteworthy to mention that at one point the brain stem looked like a funnel going into the body. I tried to peer into this funnel but only felt an explosion in my heart and saw a golden glow radiate out of the top of the funnel.

Other things I was reading around that time were “Communion with God” which I lent out to people at the Byron Bay Backpackers Inn, and then “To Be Human” which was recommended to me by a Swedish fellow who I lent Communion to.

Three people that were at the same hostel were Martin, Rich and Aaron – fun times – more could be said later.

And that’s it really.

pics
www.artstation.com/artwork/BX5Zm
twitter.com/alexgreycosm/status/590014814912524288

✓ 3 years ago