Monday, January 26, 2015

Nothing to see here

So, it's like that
Every time I see you
I see your internal struggle
I see your fight by betrothal
I see your pretty purim mask

So take  the flask...

A very sweet and bitter taste
Don't stop drinking
'cause you hate the taste
Don't stop lapping
'casue you hate the taste
Because you're telling me to open my mouth
But all i can do is open my ears
to hear

The very bitter sound
of the teardrops raining
Of the teardrops raining
down to your...


But take up your blade
Take up your blade to the sky
Where the sword befell that greusome night
into your...
take the blade into your


Every time I see you
I see your internal struggle
I see your battle I see
Your empty hand

So take up the blade,
and put down the flask
And reach up and reach up
and empty out that flask
No bride is like you
for a groom like Him
No weapon more fit
than the blade in your hand
So put it down, put it down
down into the hole of the abyss...

Put that flask into the abyss

And relax...

Sunday, November 2, 2014

From Facebook

"The secret of the L-rd is with them that fear Him; and He will shew them His covenant. Mine eyes are ever toward the L-rd; for He shall pluck my feet out of the net." Psalm 25:14-15 (KJV).

It's funny how so many people want to be on the "elite" team - among the big wigs of the believing community - but one thing that the L-rd makes clear is that there is no secret knowdlege given to only a few.  There is knowledge of Him and His Glory, and that is meant to be shared freely with all.  No man has the authority to take the judges seat, because no man has control over the breath of G-d.

This scripture is especially important to me, as it captures the exact feelings of being plucked from the net of fear.  When I was younger in my faith I would be plagued with terrible nightmares riddled with terrible beasts. Every time - without fail - when I would cry out to the L-rd in faith, He would come and seemingly pluck me out of the situation. Even in my waking hours, I  would experience situations in which I thought there was no escape.  The L-rd would open up a dialogue with me - prayer being my personal sword - and then He would lead me out of the desert face first into the still water, giving me drink and nourishment.

"The L-rd is my Shepherd, I shall not want. He maketh me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside still waters. He restoreth my soul; He guides me in the path of the righteous, for His Name's sake..." Psalm 23:2-3
I sit here writing this as the very cold first winds of autumn blow past us, and now living on my own, I take in all of the situations G-d has plucked me from. Some more dangerous than others, but I praise His Glorious Name for being the constant refuge and strong tower - not blown by any cold wind. And even though it's quite chilly outside, there's nothing more I enjoy than basking in His fresh spring; warm in the cold, and cool in the heat.  He is G-d, and can do all things.

Sunday, October 12, 2014


Sometimes when I'm pouring over my Sophomore texts, and I'm zooming through the homework I feel Him bend down to whisper in my ear, "it's happening..." And then I see it... His plan for me in only a glimpse; anywhere I want to go. I see myself comparing Oxford and Cambridge, or University of Bordeaux. He shows me packing my things for Willian & Mary; internships in Israel, Greece and France. Then I see books, research papers, lecture tours, vacations back home simply to antagonize my brother... Maybe so our kids can have a relationship with their aunt and uncle... And bragging to him that I dug up an Assyrian toilet (since every archaeologist seems to find a toilet).

Then, of course, He reminds me that I have to finish my homework... *sighs* Yes, Abba, homework is nearly finished.

Friday, September 26, 2014

The Beauty of the Sword

From Facebook:
I've been thinking a lot about certain aspects of my life that I have triumphantly gotten over, now moving on to removing the pricks of the horse hairs from the whip of the adversary.  It's not difficult.  Tiresome? Emotional? Sometimes overwhelming? Definitely yes, but not difficult, nor scary for the most part.  So much confirmation has been coming to where the L-rd is moving me (academically and professionally), and the best part is that I no longer feel the necessity to move on my own authority. I just wait for His Mighty Wind to blow, and then I let go; then I drift away.  But not on some dreamy cloud; I drift on a the Chariot of His Word, carrying His sword in my right hand, His shield in my left. Considering - analyzing - where to thrust my sword, where to deflect the words of the evil tongue, and where to forge ahead.

During my own private studies and devotions, I often relate to the physical scene of battle and poetry and philosophy (it's just how I flow with things since I'm very fascinated with the three aforementioned subjects).  It gives me a good frame of reference that I can carry with me effortlessly at home, work, and school.  The Word of G-d should be held like a well fitted sword:

  • It should be effortless to carry with you, becoming an extension of your most useful hand.
  • It should be practiced with daily, keeping your strength, agility, and familiarity consistent.
  • It should be fitted, and not taken as a last ditch weapon, held and crafted with care through your own fire and furnace that the L-rd has provided.
  • It should be kept on your person, never allowing any other to take control.

It's important to know your own strengths and capabilities, not leaving any weak part unguarded. When you wield your sword (the finely tuned, crafted, hammered, and forged Word of G-d in you), it is essential that you know what you're doing.  Using any weapon, to include prayer, can be dangerous; even if the intentions are golden, there is still a sharp end to all swords.  It is essential that you learn how to use your weapon as an expert before entering into battle.  Anyone who is familiar with a physical sword (as opposed to spiritual) will tell you that it is not something anyone can pick up and use effectively on the first time touching it. So, we practice. We practice prayer on a daily basis, reading and learning scripture, some specialize in the weapon of dance, singing, chanting, teaching, or otherwise; these are all to be practiced.

Not only is practice important to effective swordsmanship, but practicing correctly, that we are fitted with His Word, knowing it intimately so that it may be recalled with ease.

Furthermore, we should also know where the biggest threats are (certainly a master swordsman wouldn't get caught up in a life-or-death battle with a novice).  It's important to learn the footwork, the strength, the balance, the terminology in most cases for good communication.  But as one progresses, they learn how to delegate: Where to send the troupe so they're just above evenly matched, allowing them to succeed, without trouble, in battle.

The last note, being one of major importance.  In some classic French literature, it is often noted that handing off your sword to another, whether friend or foe, is handing off any control you have over your own life.  In essence, handing your sword is asking to be slaughtered by it.

Keeping your sword on you assures that we are the only ones wielding it.  When we learn how to use our swords (prayer, dance, music, art, science, etc), we also should learn the rule of thumb - keep you sword on you.  Remain the only one who wields it.  

It is always good to have counsel, learning from others with similar styles of armory, but it is never a smart maneuver to hand over the complete weapon.  Even those who have no intent to harm you may be thrown by the difference in balance, and even if death does not occur, a damaged eye or limb permanently effects the warrior indefinitely, making it a necessity to retreat and retraining.

Shabbat shalom everyone.

Picture, top right:
Picture, bottom left: Taken in my home from my Android.

Monday, September 22, 2014

"An Excerpt from a Dream"

"...My G-d, my G-d, why have You forsaken me?" He said.
And sometimes I wonder what He meant.
"Were You really suffering?
Were You really in pain?"
And when I feel this depressed,
I'm so tempted to let Him slide by.
When I'm this depressed,
The temptation comes
to not even to speak to You at all.

And is often too great.

Yet He gave us words.

"You are G-d, You could have abandoned it all
for a Him to be a shell of man."

Nothing but an empty shell.

Because You weren't contained by the flesh.
But by Your Will to save us.

You heard me crying then,
alone and cold;
crying out for the answers to come,
and when You heard me crying You cried
on my behalf.

"Father, father, why have You Forsaken Me?"

I guess the answers came when You died...

Monday, August 4, 2014


Thanks for your patience, I know there's been a lack of posting, but it's all due to me not having a computer with internet access.  I will be way more active fairly soon, posting more writings and such, so sit tight, the Internet has not yet completely disappeared!

Also... Keep a look-out for some new projects coming up: Photomacrography, artwork, and some other things I've been up to... Good night!