new year, new beginning
Fall is here and I've gotten back to work. Here's the new beginning. Atoning for my sloth-dom.
PAPA LEGBA AND THE SABBATH QUEEN
One.
In the realm of ecstasy, word has it there is no such thing as time. And yet once upon a time there lived a young Hebrew Godwoman by the name of Maya Moonstone. For once upon a time the Heavens formed their search committee, and placed their bets upon this Moonstone. Less a racehorse than a filly, she nonetheless turned the heads of the Hebrew Sephirot as she flounced by in a gown of fate’s threads, running after her good friend Rachel. And thus was the future Malka Sephira was appointed the chosen one from the myriads and summoned to the Tree of Life in all due haste. A new Sabbath Queen to delight the masses.
An awesome burden it is to choose the holiest of Shekhinah, for it is the Queen who bears the souls of the teeming minions on Earth. It is she who rests in pregnant bloom throughout the week, a virgin bride. Sabbath upon Sabbath unto eternity, she awaits her crowning. And then she crowns the minions beneath her skirts. Such is her labor at Sabbath’s eve. Is the Queen’s marriage consummated? There are not answers to all questions, dear Reader. Ah, paradox, the underlying ground upon which the mystical land of kabbalah rests. The reason why one Queen is eternal, and then not.
Because once upon a time, this Sabbath Queen grew desirous of more. She dipped her toe in the waters of mortality, dallied in the realm of the gallant Papa Legba, legendary gatekeeper and vodou priest par excellence, one moonstruck Sabbath eve. And God saw that it Was—and it Was not Good. Or had he already? Only he knows the Beginning.
As to ours, dear Reader, the Beginning is clear. Once upon a time there lived a young Hebrew Godwoman by the name of Maya Moonstone, chosen as new Sabbath Queen. And God saw that it was Good. How the heavens whirled and tizzied as the young girl readied for the throne. And how the Ineffable One, The-Holiest-of-Holies-The-Lord-Who-Knew-Knows-And-Will-Know-No-End, awaited her betrothal with fervor—young blood the stuff of wonder in that liminal city of dreams, Heaven, wherein we meet our lovely bride. A Sabbath Queen flirting in Heaven’s mists.
PAPA LEGBA AND THE SABBATH QUEEN
One.
In the realm of ecstasy, word has it there is no such thing as time. And yet once upon a time there lived a young Hebrew Godwoman by the name of Maya Moonstone. For once upon a time the Heavens formed their search committee, and placed their bets upon this Moonstone. Less a racehorse than a filly, she nonetheless turned the heads of the Hebrew Sephirot as she flounced by in a gown of fate’s threads, running after her good friend Rachel. And thus was the future Malka Sephira was appointed the chosen one from the myriads and summoned to the Tree of Life in all due haste. A new Sabbath Queen to delight the masses.
An awesome burden it is to choose the holiest of Shekhinah, for it is the Queen who bears the souls of the teeming minions on Earth. It is she who rests in pregnant bloom throughout the week, a virgin bride. Sabbath upon Sabbath unto eternity, she awaits her crowning. And then she crowns the minions beneath her skirts. Such is her labor at Sabbath’s eve. Is the Queen’s marriage consummated? There are not answers to all questions, dear Reader. Ah, paradox, the underlying ground upon which the mystical land of kabbalah rests. The reason why one Queen is eternal, and then not.
Because once upon a time, this Sabbath Queen grew desirous of more. She dipped her toe in the waters of mortality, dallied in the realm of the gallant Papa Legba, legendary gatekeeper and vodou priest par excellence, one moonstruck Sabbath eve. And God saw that it Was—and it Was not Good. Or had he already? Only he knows the Beginning.
As to ours, dear Reader, the Beginning is clear. Once upon a time there lived a young Hebrew Godwoman by the name of Maya Moonstone, chosen as new Sabbath Queen. And God saw that it was Good. How the heavens whirled and tizzied as the young girl readied for the throne. And how the Ineffable One, The-Holiest-of-Holies-The-Lord-Who-Knew-Knows-And-Will-Know-No-End, awaited her betrothal with fervor—young blood the stuff of wonder in that liminal city of dreams, Heaven, wherein we meet our lovely bride. A Sabbath Queen flirting in Heaven’s mists.
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