Was the Maimonides a Kabbalist?

I've been asked a few times about whether I think the Maimonides was a Kabbalist.

My understanding is that while I don't think he was a member of the secret societies which taught Kabbalah in those days, still he was at least in the category referred to in Ethics of the Fathers as, "And they reveal to him the mysteries of the Torah."

This means by virtue of his intense devotion to Torah, he was likely granted an independent revelation of many of the mysteries which select few among the spiritually elite were being taught in secrecy via the mystical tradition.

This also explains why when he expounded on the mysteries it did not come out in the language of Kabbalah, like Sefirot or Ein Sof, but rather in his own familiar intellectual parlance; namely, the language of philosophy.

Ten Lights Bound In One Vessel

I’ve been thinking as I reviewed a passage in the “Gate of the Bound”, isn’t it strange that ten lights enter one vessel when what’s higher up is supposed to be more unified than what’s lower down, especially since part of what defined “lower down” is greater differentiation? I’d expect one light to inhabit two vessels, like two soul mates who share a single soul.

How does the “bound state” work? I wonder whether it’s possible that the vessel is actually further differentiated than the light. It’s just that since the vessel has not attained maximum differentiation relative to it’s own level it’s called “one”. On the other hand, the lights attained their differentiation potential more fully. That’s why for their own level they’re called “ten”. So these designations of “ten” and “one” probably only apply relative to their own levels. However, relative to each other, it seems possible to me that the vessel is more multiple than the lights are.

I think a good example of this would be a newly fertilized egg, i.e. a zygote. The designated soul is already fully formed, but, the whole body is merely a single cell. Yes, the two have interaction at this point, even if it’s only the soul’s very lowest edge which reaches into the bare beginnings of a body. However which is more numerous at this point, the soul or the body?

Well, that depends on how it’s viewed. The soul is mature with much potential realized. Relative to it’s own level it can be referred to as “numerous”, as in numerous abilities. The body is at this moment in the very opposite situation. It’s a huge leap away from full realization. All potential is seamlessly stored, awaiting the numerous tools needed for expression. It’s a singularity at this point, singular.

Now compared to each other the soul is beyond our framework of time and space. There’s no “location” to separate anything about her in. When slicing pizza, the slices separate into different spatial locations. That does not exist for the soul. Because of the lack of knowable time and space, relative to earth bound perception the soul is seamlessly one. On the other hand, the newly fertilized egg can definitely divide into microscopic sub-entities in a humanly knowable sense. So relatively speaking it’s numerous.

Kinds of Love

Thank You God for my family's love.

Thank You for all my loving friends.

Thank You gifting me to love myself.

Each kind of love is a very different.

I need all the different kinds of loves,

Like I need a vast array of nutrients.

Only, "loves" are emotional nutrients.

As starch cannot substitute protein,

One love cannot substitute another.

I feel thankful for each unique love.

There is one kind of love I still await.

I feel the void, nutritional deficiency.

As a hungry man dreams of foods,

She mists her way into my dreams.

I dream she's next to me, a pillow away.

I open my eyes to her sheer absence.

I close them again to re-envision her,

Alas, my alarm clock beeps too loud.

When will I share shelter with her?

When will our dates be unending?

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Bottle Cap

Tonight, after yoga class, someone dropped a bottle cap. I reached down and picked it up for her. She waved her hand and remarked, "You didn't have to."

"Don't worry, it's easy for me", I reassured. "Before I began yoga the floor seemed so far away. Now it feels rather close."

Shed It!

Last night at the end of yoga class we had a guided meditation where we were told to breathe in love and breathe out hate or negativity. I imagined the letters of the Hebrew word for love, lit up and bright, being inhaled and the letters of the Hebrew word for hate being exhaled (looking smoky and sooty - like car exhaust).

During this meditation I had a flash of realization that I will still have a wonderful identity if I let go of certain painful childhood memories; particularly, from the way I was severely mishandled in grade school. All these years, the narrative of this mishandling was part of my identity. Now I realize that I am free to give myself the gift of detaching my identity from this narrative.

I can now shed it, to welcome a freshly liberated level of my identity awaiting within.

Voices in Dance

My inner voice changed from spiritual to romantic.

What’s happening to me, have I too changed?

I used to be so full of spiritual insight and depth.

Now I yearn to share shelter with a female.

Wherever I turn she appears in form or apparition.

Gentle breezes are ripe with the sound her voice.

I no longer feel like I can dispense spiritual advice.

I can only share the new music residing in my heart.

The songstress’ voice overlays the voice of intuition.

The “still small voice” whispers in the background.

She’s become an actress lurking behind my scenes,

While the siren sings of love, crooning on front stage.

My, oh my, do I call this progressing or regressing?

In the grander scheme it’s really so hard to tell.

The bigger picture always seems to have more room.

Out in the expanse of Infinity more’s right than wrong.

Regardless of my view, I don’t seem to have choices.

I am carried by forces from beyond conscious reach.

I look forward to when both voices will dance together,

When the spiritual and the romantic will sound one voice.

“living” or “LIVING”?

What’s really called “living”? Is it “living” or LIVING”? I’ve recently noticed an interesting connection between the two new years most celebrated around me: the Jewish New Year, Rosh Hashana, and the secular one, January 1st.

Although there are other legitimate views, it has become fairly popular among Orthodox Jews to accept that Adam’s birthday was on Rosh Hashana. (Parenthetically, the other view is that Adam’s birthday would be on the 1st of Nissan - i.e. the 1st new moon of spring.)

The claim that Adam’s birthday is on Rosh Hashana can find support in the Talmudic story about the days gradually getting shorter and colder right after Adam was exiled from the Garden of Eden. Not knowing yet about the seasons, he thought that this was the fulfillment of what he was warned that on the day he ate the forbidden fruit, he would pass away. As the autumn/winter season progressed, Adams reasoned that pretty soon the planet won’t be able to sustain life. In response, on the shortest day of the year late December, he and Eve fasted and prayed.

About eight days later, January 1st, the days grew noticeably longer. Realizing that light was returning, he celebrated “LIFE” and set it as a future date of celebration for himself and his descendants after him, including us. So from Rosh Hashana to January 1st, he felt like he was “living”, i.e. he was a biological entity. However, on January 1st, he first felt like he was “LIVING”! What a difference! Until January 1st, he was psychologically tortured with deep seated concern over the demise of all biological life.

Being so psychologically tortured can barely be called living. It’s simply dismally dragging along. However, on January 1st, he was blessed by the Creator with a revelation of happiness and celebration. He was taught that his own life and the life of all the creatures around him will continue on. Now he was really alive, as it states by Jacob upon learning that his precious son Joseph was alive and well, “And the spirit of Jacob came alive!” Now Adam was truly alive for the very first time.

So in a sense, January 1st is the real beginning of Adam’s life; his true birthday! Rosh Hashana was his biological birthday, but, January 1st was his psychological birthday. Our perception of life, more than anything else, is what makes us feel alive. Let’s celebrate!