For my Belovedest on the anniversary of her entrance into this realm
It was an amazing day. It was the first day of the New Year, Nissan, in the spring, the second year since the two leggeds who were called Israel had stormed from Egypt. There had been many mistakes, mis-steps and missed marks but finally all was ready. I am the Mateh, the staff of Moshe, passed down from the first earthling with two legs, Adam. I am the one legged, from the Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden. I have been witness to it all, and I share bits of my story, flashes of my wisdom and soul pictures of what I have witnessed.
The Sacred Tent was to be built.
Of course “Leggos” had not been invented yet, but that is what this was. It was a Holy Leggo set made of Gold and Silver and Acacia wood and wools and skins and semi precious stones. I am not often impressed with the accomplishments of the two-leggeds who roam and trample the earth but this was something. I watched as it was put together, everyone helping, everyone joyous, everyone involved. And when it was finished it looked magnificent. And it was not just the physical beauty. It was not merely the golden beauty of the Menorah and the stand for the 12 loaves of bread, the incense and sacrificial altars. It was more than the curtain hung on the poles covered in gold and the mysterious tent within the walls. It was energy, a strange vibration that seemed to reverberate within and without. There was an amazing power that emanated from the Mishkan and everyone felt it. Imagine throwing the switch on a huge generator and capacitor, feeling the flow of energy back and forth. Yes, I say, back and forth, for a powerful emanation flowed from the Sacred Tent, through the Sacred Tent and into the Sacred Tent. It was indescribable.
Even the names by which the two-legged referred to the tent struck me. Ohel Moed, the tent of meeting. I love mysterious meanings. The mystery is; with whom is the meeting. On the one hand the two-leggeds were meeting with each other in an air of high festivity. Some are getting very festive, I see. But mostly there is a sense of waiting for The One who is always there and yet sometimes hidden. Indeed that is the other name of this amazing tent. It is Mishkan, the place of Shechinah. The G who dwells in all, the Source of all Being and Blessing has named this tent, ‘The Dwelling.’ Does G dwell there or is this a place that exudes a special potency that encourages the two-leggeds to feel a little more deeply? I, who have been around longer than any two-legged, I, who have the wisdom of the trees the one-leggeds, even I do not have an answer to this deep thought.
What I do know is that when all was finished, when all the preparations were complete, a cloud began to cover that sacred tent. The intensity of G’s presence became so potent that not even Moshe could not enter. From that moment on, whenever that cloud would cover the sacred tent, the people Israel would not travel and when the cloud lifted, they would. In later times Moshe would enter the tent and of course take me. But no one else would enter at those times.
In the midst of these two leggeds the ones who had crossed over the Sea of Reeds and would, in time, cross over the Jordan River, rested that sacred leggo set, the generator, capacitor, receiver of divine spiritual power. They would carry it for the rest of the time that they were in the desert and they would bring it with them into the land of promise. And some would carry it in their hearts for ever.