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My life is going to culminate is a month; everything I have worked and striven for all my life will come into fruition on August 28th. It is the last piece of the puzzle. Life is so much more than mystery, it is a divine construct like clay spinning on a potter’s wheel where the constantly changing pattern is always perfect; when we think, “there is life” God laughs, putting a finger to the clay of creation turning everything different.
Since creation is a moment by moment event, the Creator’s mark is in each and every atom placed in precise position. The wedding present to the Jewish People were two sapphire cubes engraved all the way through by the Finger of God the Ten Commandments five read from one side and five from the other—a feat only the Creator could accomplish. Three thousand years later I am the recipient of that knowledge.
People think that the spiritual world separates God from the earth, but that is just not true; as it says: put no god before me—“before me” is everywhere. Sometimes the finger of God is pointed at you and the heavens open up speaking undeniable words of truth. Having heard the heavens speak clear and articulated words one’s life is irrevocably changed. The heavens are filled with angelic creatures and earthly souls who not only speak but also laugh and cry, they even write signs and wave flags. All of this has occurred to me from the very beginning of my life.
It is hard to understand or interpret these heavenly signs and celestial statements; the heavens are unconcerned with such prosaic concerns like sustenance, comfort and familiar happiness—the heavens only want action. God is on my side, but the heavens are on my back pushing me forward even against my will. The human body is a sought after commodity in the ethereal realm because like the light of the sun which is lost in darkness until received so too the celestial light makes no impact until brought to the earth.
For all my years soul and body have been at war; the soul snared and encapsulated inside the body trying to convince the flesh to seek the heavens. It is this dichotomy of the ethereal set against the hard corporeal world which interests the Creator because it is here in this low world of time and space the freedom of choice exists. Though the heavens are filled with light they lack the darkness required for option.
We exist in a time lost in the darkness of space uncluttered with spiritual light or obvious direction. The Creator is pleasured by our stumbling ways uninformed by logic, spurned by desire and blindly led by animal senses and self-surviving intuitions. Since the human predicament is an impossible conundrum we turn to the Creator who builds the metaphor from the terms of our existence. Inside of the metaphor is the secret and those who possess the secret are free.

Blog-7-27
Looking back over my 62 years on planet earth is with no great sense of esteem or accomplishment, only painful years of failure and rejection; however, there is the outer life and the inner life—within all things is order. It is the inner essence where calm exists always, because everything is as it should be. As the days tick towards their culmination on August 28th the feeling of inevitability reminds me of sexual orgasm and death, both unstoppable.
There is an immobility that grabs as the last stroke is delivered; Dovid, the first king of the Jewish People said, even when the sword is upon your neck—pray. But, endings are also beginnings. Euphoria accompanies culmination, even death is euphoric—the great release from physical life. Life’s ambitions also culminate either in failure or success; some people peak early in life because their skill rests on their physical beauty or acuity and they spend the rest of their lives looking backwards.
Culmination is a modulated process rising to crescendo then falling into the depths of deepest despair as the fleeting possibility of everything coming together suddenly collapses leaving only chaos in the wake. I am convinced that success, true success, is only the result of endless failures. Life is like jumping off a cliff reaching for the moon and dying a thousand deaths. In the marathon of life few reach their goal, many have to die before what they brought to the world can be appreciated and here I see everything just a month ahead of me.
It was only few days ago when I became permanent resident of the world, after a lifetime of moves and counter-moves, escapes and aimless meanderings I have arrived somewhere—an 8 x 8 room in the North Beach section of San Francisco; I have a year-long lease and a mazzuza on the door in a hotel full of a bunch of aging crazy bohemians. It looks like I have found home. To make things even more mysterious I moved in on Tishabav—the ninth day of the month named Av when both Temples in Y’rushaliam were destroyed five hundred years apart.
Though a sad day, Tishabav is also a holiday because as is written in the Talmud, only when the two Temples are destroyed can the Third Temple which will descend from the heavens, made from pillars of diamonds, be erected. When the Temple was destroyed the Jewish People began a world-wide search for the key to the Third Temple. I was initiated into the ranks of those fervent souls sent to the world to make things right. It is not just my life which is culminating, but the conjunction of my life intertwined with the world around me is extraordinary.
I floated upon an etheric plane all my life, living within a bubble bouncing from place to place; people could see in and I could see out, but that was as far as things got. The bubble is about to burst.

7/29
In the Cabala creation is described with meticulous detail as to the nature and method of light descending down into the earth. The Cabala explains how logic came into being from the highest level called Adom Kadmin/First Human; this primordial being is the first expression of logic on the highest level indicated by the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet—Bet/2.
The 600,000 letters and spaces which comprise the Written Torah came from the engraving of the Ten Commandments by the Finger of God in the form of shards; among these 600,000 shards of 22 letters were a smattering of small and large letters. The Bet/2 which begins the Torah is large. The simple meaning of the Bet/2 is “In” revealing two levels: Keter/Crown referring to the LightWithoutEnd and Chachma/Visionary Thinking corresponding to the right lobe of the brain.
Sight infers distance with invisible lines of light collecting in the pupil of the eye—this is the beginning of creation implicit in the first word of the Torah: B’Raishet/In The Beginning followed by the word Bora/Created indicating pathways to the left of lobe of the brain called Bena/Builder who receives the sight and renders it into sound. She is called Elohim and thus the first three words of the Torah: In the beginning created Elohim.
The word Elohim speaks to law and multiplicity of ideas coming out of the Oneness of sight. The gematria of Elohim, 86, is directly connected to the word HaTeva/The Nature; it is from Name Elohim that the heavens and the earth are created through the Ten Sefirot—cabalistic atom. The lowest of the Ten Sefirot is Malkut/Royalty and refers to the earth. It is upon the earth that God takes on the mantle of King to creation.
The scope of the Cabala ranging from the highest illumination of thought indicated by the first Bet/2 down to this physical world is all considered to be earth—the lowest of the Ten Sefirot. Each individual is connected to the original intelligence of Adom Kadmin/First Human Being progenitor of the four spirit worlds as reflected in the four directions, the four elements and the four letter name of God YHVH. When our thoughts bear fruition in the physical world is a time of celebration—and so I have decided to have a party on the 28th of August.
It will be the birthday of a new knowledge celebrating the opening of humanity’s eyes and closing the aperture of the stomach where the umbilical cord fastens to the placenta; no longer will the human being exist merely for sustenance. Once the eyes are opened and the breath of life begins there is no turning back. Such is the nature of knowledge.
To reveal a new knowledge is Einsteinium, but having gone through the torturous process of becoming a vessel for the light is a humbling experience. I forfeited my life for the opportunity to try; ten years ago I began to chronicle the bursting of a star.

7/30
The Dance of the Pig has consumed my life for ten years and these ten years have been the culmination of a life-time of searching for that indistinct thing called fulfillment. My friend said to me that when I finish this book I will die, he meant that I will never finish this book—I will do it until I die. I think he is right. Nonetheless, it is sad seeing the process coming to an end.
I have affixed the date of August 28th for various cabalistic considerations to give the public assess to this knowledge. What has come to me over these ten years is a hidden wisdom of vast proportions and the fifty years of preparation required to even attempt such a feat was filled with chaos caused by ethereal voices and odd directives. In the end, and this is the end, everything has fallen into perfect symmetry.
I left San Francisco in 1962 joining the Navy at the age of seventeen I have returned on the ninth day of Av, the Hebrew date celebrating the destruction of the two Temples in Jerusalem 500 years apart, forty-five years later. Forty-five is the gematria Adom whose letters can be reversed to read Moad/Very Much; it is the nature of the human to always want more.
At the brink of my 63rd year God has seen fit to bring me home to San Francisco and to settle me in North Beach where I remember as a child the Beatniks. I live in a room that 8 x 8; I have my library of 600 hardbound Hebrew books lining the walls and my little table that went everywhere with me while I roamed the world reading Tarot cards in the open. I have my table to write upon and to learn—it is everything I own in this world and I am a happy man. “Happy is the man satisfied with his portion.” The Mishnah injures the Torah scholar to sleep on the floor an eat bread with salt—and so I do.
I have heard that on August 28th there will be an eclipse of the moon—how appropriate. More fearful than any terrorist or despot to the whores of power is the truth. Those who have meticulously labored to skew history and pervert science will have labored in vain. Those rich and powerful will be reduced to carnival acts; you can see it even now in the run-up to the elections. Their time has expired and they did not manage to destroy the world.
For the rest of us we are as children blinking our delicate eyes open to the new light. The goodness of the world will overcome the dogma and deceit like grass eats away at the concrete—inexorable is the reality that the earth is indeed alive and no confine can bind the human spirit. The future is free to begin preparation for the dawn—the darkness point of night is over—thank God.

7/31
It was the cabalists who exclaimed creation to be much more than the mind boggling view of the endless stars; it was the cabalists who divided creation into four sections—different worlds that feed one into another. Five hundred years later scientists have declared the visible creation to be in four sections: black holes, Quasars, stars and solar system emeshed in a blanket of “Dark Matter; these four dimensions mirror the explanation given by the cabalist centuries before.
The Cabala describes the fuel of creation in what is called Kav/Line and Kut/Thread; it is described as a line of white light—white is the composite of all light colors whereas black is the composite of all terrestrial colors. As the white light diffused dividing into four separate worlds, the physical universe took on similar configuration because of the spiritual structure put into place through the apparatus of the Kav.
The highest of the four worlds called Atzilut/Close, because it is very close to the OreAinSof/LightWithoutEnd which exudes infinite capabilities of which the Kav is only one. The OreAinSof/LightWithoutEnd is comparable to the sun whose essence is impenetrable. To the Creator all of creation from the highest level close to the infinite light is only the minimal revelation of an infinitesimal line of light sent forth by the OreAinSof/LightWithoutEnd.
The Cabala meticulously describes the workings of creation through the confluence of light attenuated into this physical realm. The fabric and design of creation is fecund with knowledge and wisdom, but with all the glamour of creation nothing compares to the role of the human being with our freedom of choice. How we chose to use our minds and what we do with our time here on planet is earth is determined by our freedom of choice.
I have to devoted my life to search for what is real; I have made many mistakes but also I have been showered with a new understanding which might open the eyes of the world—there is no other reason, in my mind, to write. On August 28th I will publish The Dance of the Pig in its entirety—about 1300 pages divided into five books. Not only is the information new, but also the thinking is unique to this knowledge.
There is a great wealth of information embedded in the heavens that is relevant to our time and can be employed to fix what is wrong. These ideas written in The Dance of the Pig are but a glimmer on the dark horizon as the dawn is dawning—soon light will come streaming in. A little light vanquishes a lot of darkness as is known to the cabalists; the extreme darkness that has pervaded our world begins to wane a new light can be seen on the horizon of our human destiny.
The final prophecy of this 7000 year trip on planet earth is the collective human being will throw off this world as if it were an old shirt and move on.

8/3
One of the ancient conundrums facing the Jewish People is the assertion that God remains forever unaffected by creation; many have gone away from the Torah thinking—if God is not affected by creation than what is the point? The contrary is the truth—even though God is unaffected by creation, nonetheless chooses to be involved. God who is neither spiritual nor physical remains aloft hidden behind the OreAinSof/LightWithoutEnd of which creation is only the result of one of the infinite rays radiated by the Creator.
It is compassion at the highest level and when the human being displays compassion they connect to God at the most sublime elevation; all peoples throughout the world consider compassion to be the highest attribute. In Torah also compassion plays a major role; 13 words of compassion were added to the appointed number of words in creation in order to forgive the Jewish People after having created to Golden Calf.
Compassion goes beyond law. The confines of law and the strictures of nature all can be breached through imploring compassion. Looking over my life at the endless mistakes and misjudgments and seeing everything culminating at one point makes me feel unworthy. Yet, to become a vehicle for this light has required breaking all boundaries of thought which inevitably led to errant perceptions precipitating foolish acts.
God’s compassion for me has been as endless as my mistakes and now I find myself in that place where I originated from—San Francisco living in North Beach where the Beatniks arose in the fifties when I was a child watching them in their mysterious ways walking up the narrow streets steep and grey in the fog. Now I am back, the child has returned—the prodigal son.
I have returned bearing a great gift drawn from the seminal beginnings of our creation, brought down to earth in the place of my birth—soon, on August 28th. I have discovered knowledge so deep and so complete that it is frightening in its clarity. Sometimes while reading over the manuscript I feel carried away on some ethereal wind. I believe the Dance of the Pig is more powerful than the biggest bomb and more devastating to the enemy than an army of endless soldiers because it connects the truth to the earth. The Dance of the Pig will change the world, God willing.
And I have found the most peaceful life here in my little 8x8 room on the third floor with my 600 hardbound Hebrew books that I have collected throughout my 35 years of study and carried from land to land from one place to another battered and torn they proudly proclaim themselves on four seven-foot bookshelves. The man who drove the van was unable to help me because he had a hernia; he said he never saw a man my size able to lift carry so much weight—ain’t that the truth!
Adonoi, Adonoi, AilRachom, V’Chanun, ErechApium, V’RavChesed, V’Emet, NotzerChesed LaLauphim, NosaiAvon, Pheshe, V’Chata, V’Nache.

August 6
It is mentioned many times in Torah that all human souls existed in the head of the first human being who was both male and female later to be divided; this commonality is expressed in our ability to merge and be friends. It has been religion, more than any other factor which is responsible for the divisions among peoples. The subtle differences of skin color or the structure of the nose is only an impediment to the ignorant.
The unfortunate history of religion is bounded by the rigid stricture in the timeframe of creation in which it exists; since we are quickly approaching the new light with the coming of 5772/2012 and five years later 5777 the ancient vestige of Rome has begun to expire. As explained in the first book of The Dance of the Pig the five years from August 27th 1998 when we were hit by a neutron star for five intolerable minutes until August 27th 2003 exactly five years later to the day when Mars came closest to the earth was the transference point between the six thousand years of man and the coming thousand years of woman called the thousand years of peace.
At this point in human history the only calendar which is relevant is the amount of years between now and the year 6000—233 years. It is during this time that the human male must rise to the occasion and merge the 6000 years of male dominance into woman—the final thousand year period of human history on planet earth. As it is explained in the Midrash-Book of Metaphor, “we will throw away the earth as if she is an old shirt” after the seventh and final thousand year period of human history on planet earth.
With the publication on August 28 of the complete series of five books The Dance of the Pig: a Cosmology and World History Based on the Cabala spanning 226,455,766 years a new perspective will be introduced into human thought. These ideas and the reality of their meaning will extricate from darkness those in need of light. Ancient questions are undeniably answered as a new constant is derived; no longer will the speed of light inhibit the human being—now we will all have the power to elevate into the heavens as was told to the Bal Shem Tov 250 years ago.
This knowledge which came to me from the heavens was supported and corroborated by the long lineage of Hebrew/Torah books going back almost 4,000 years to the time of Avraham progenitor of the Jewish People and the Arab People with the Koran. Amid my library of 600 Hebrew books I am proud to have the Koran. This knowledge which is substantiated by empirical scientific discovery comes only to bring peace to the world.
The smoke of destruction is dispersing and soon clarity will reign, logic and rhetoric will be employed and humanity will practice goodness before the Creation of heaven and earth, amen.

8/17
Nine days until the release of the Dance of the Pig. I finished the manuscript three days ago and sent it off to my friend for formatting in the PDF format that will became available shortly. The enormity of this project has consumed my life for ten years and the fifty some years before that was spent seeking my purpose in life; life has befuddled me—nothing seemed right.

I once was at a rainbow gathering deep in the mountains, somewhere and I met a man who told me that when he was in high school the teachers gave him a book of all the careers one could pursue; he searched through the book but to no avail. He became despondent over the incident and many years later obviously had still not recovered. I saw him at the eating circle where according to your vessel determines the wealth of your portion. He only had his hands that he cupped in supplication.

Personal, individualistic purpose is not talked about much in the world anymore—not so long ago people were willing to die for love, poetry was written for one indistinct person and patriotism was a matter of honor shared by the populous. For me personally and for the world in general the Dance of Pig comes to fulfill and to culminate—the chaos of my life has suddenly found its fulcrum.

I remember, it was like that forty years ago when I first ingested acid and beneath the night sky ebony but for a myriad of stars that swirled into one point—what I sought; but it was so far away and one would have to be crazy to arrive at that place. I took it upon myself to go upon that journey and as if it were a dream I find myself back where I began 45 years ago, in San Francisco living in North Beach with the Beatniks ready to unleash these powerful secrets which I have brought back from that realm.

The time is close, but it is not here—it is coming moment by moment; the inevitability of this occurrence is like an orgasm about to happen beyond the will of the orgasmized. Everything has changed since finishing the 1200 page book divided into five sections each called a book—the five books of Dovid. With the burden of this mission alleviated, prayer and study have taken on a different dimension; life too has become a flow of endless events transporting me through time a space.

It says in the Torah that when Moshiach comes it will be like awakening from a dream; the whole world will seem different—kindness and charity will be practiced. In the future people will judge themselves on how much they actually need and give the rest to the needy; it is through this practice the human being can approach God who loves creation. As the Bal Shem Tov said when asked how to love God: love what God loves.

8/19
On Friday I made the leap and rented a space, an art gallery a block away, to stage an event—the launching of The Dance of the Pig. I wanted to do something appropriate to celebrate the occasion, even though it is only being published as an e-book. It is the completion of the book and public availability which makes this an occasion for celebration.

I was warned not have alcohol because that would bring the wrong type of people, instead I am going to make it a spiritual-literary event with speakers and a format concluding with the first physical manifestation of The Dance of the Pig being auctioned off. At least, this is my vision.

I believe that the power with which this book came into me will be greatly magnified out in the world—the effect of this book could be enormous; the scope of The Dance of the Pig is the entirety of creation put into its natural confine of time and space—a true history of creation. The Dance of the Pig will bring clarity to the blurred human vision which has become weak and easily manipulated.

I can feel the excitement building in me towards this inevitable moment of climatic delight—when the hidden becomes revealed. This which had percolated within me for decades, like a flower finally blossoming even though it is fall, comes into the world with momentum having traveled through the dark earth of experience. It is a spring bursting forth from the rock.

Things seem to be slipping into place even without my trying; I am just there, part of the experience. It is beyond comprehension what is happening, but I am trying not to assume anything. My job has been to be a good conduit and not take myself too seriously, nonetheless life has been tough. It says in the Cabala that when a person strives to do good the “Other Side” awakens to prevent change in the status quo.

In the laws of sacrifice in the Torah, all sacrifices must be performed at an altar with the exception of two: a goat and a bull which are sacrificed outside, in the world. These two sacrifices expunge the misdeeds performed in the world. The goat because of his hair (hair sucks energy from the body and therefore grows even after death) represents those actions which fed the Other Side and is therefore thrown off a cliff and killed; the bull being on the left hand side of the famous Chariot envisioned by the prophets was the sign of the strength of life. The Bull was killed from behind with a hatchet as a sign of arrogance and murder.

These two brutal sacrifices were meant to both expunge and also to help the human being, jewel of creation, to repent murder and thievery. The sacrifice of one’s life towards a goal can accomplish a lot in this world and the next world when wealth will be measured in good deeds.

8/20
Eight is the number in Cabala most connected to the idea of infinity; it is through the virtue of eight that at the end of the seventh day as we approach eight or infinity we find ourselves back at one—this phenomenon is repeated weekly. It is the dance between infinity and finite that defines the confines of creation. Even in the human being we see this same dynamic being played out in the finite amount of eggs a woman is born with (a few hundred thousand) and the endless ability of man to produce sperm at any given moment.

However, infinity tends to be overrated as some sort of ending place where inquire ceases and this is not so. Infinity is related to things, separate integrals that go beyond number, but in the realm of unity numbers represent very little and infinity is only a veil that separates one from the rest of the numbers. Infinity is the closest thing to the world that is not of the world, but is revealed as potential.

It is eight days before the emergence of The Dance of the Pig and I am excited with the potentiality and nervous with the task of bring this event off. The anticipation is growing. Today I learned in Ayin Bet/72 about the metaphor of the seed; the shell of the seed enters into the earth rotting there initiating growth similar to man and woman. The metaphor of the seed and the earth is primal referring back to the process of creation.

Adom Kadmin/First Man represented the original form from which all else is comprised; from this primordial existence exudes a line which broke into pieces initiating life everywhere like a seed that rots and spills its affluence into the ground. The ground is fecund and grows whatever the seed dictates. Rotting is what the ego needs to do in order to produce something of value.

But, now the process for me is beyond rotting or growing, but rather blossoming; there is a fragrance of completion that is denoted by the number eight which in Cabala is related to infinity. Beyond infinity are realms that the Cabala does not call worlds, but rather pure light in different states of attenuation. Beyond even that is the endless broiling potential of the Creator to create called the OreAinSof/LightWithoutEnd—and none of this is comparable to the Creator who finds creation but a little thing.

In this great soup of creation the Creator finds pleasure in the work of our hands, the diligence of our minds and the love of our heart. Although the human being is a very small part of creation lasting for an infinitesimal amount of time, nonetheless we are the bastion of free choice since only here on this physical world is the spiritual light not seen and therefore here is the perfect environment for freedom of choice. The essence of choice is how we intend and actions reveal the intentions of the heart.

8/21
I am within a week of my goal: the public emergence of the Dance of the Pig; I have rented a place and begun putting up posters. The reality of bringing a new knowledge down from the heavens to the earth is what the ancient prophets did, but in our time, as it says in the Talmud: prophesy is only in the mouths of children and fools; I lay claim to the latter, though I have been accused of being both.

To be a vessel for this kind of information requires special treatment. My teacher once said to me: Dovid, the Jewish People had 42 different places they stopped in the wilderness before reaching the Land of Yisroel (Israel) and every person has 42 journeys in their life, but some people—like you—have many more.

Some vessels are beautiful from within and without, but are fragile; and some are beautiful on the exterior, but are not made to hold anything of substance—the world is full of them. Some are rough on the exterior, but strong within. All vessels have one thing in common—they come from an unformed mass of material. In the Temple in Jerusalem the candelabra which Titus the Roman general carried away into Rome pictured until today on the Arch of Titus in the city of Rome had to been made from one clump of gold and then beaten into seven branches.

The difficulty of being made into a vessel is it takes a beating; a few are born perfect, but most of us live on a desire for destiny—that our individual life should have some profound meaning and in God’s eye it just may. We take the beating hoping it will make something out of us, but sometimes we just break. After we break it becomes necessary to melt down the gathered pieces and begin again.

In one of Hesse’s books, Demian, she taunts him with the challenge of leaping over the cliff to reach the moon that he loved, but he always fell to his death because he did not have faith that he could actually reach his goal. Oscar Wilde once said: he who lives a thousand lives, a thousand deaths must die. I have died a thousand times leaping from the cliff, but it the end I have reached the moon of my desire.

When I look back on the craziness of my life it now looks so inevitable—the smashing of the hammer on the immutable anvil of reality with me in between. To make the metal hard it is necessary to plunge the red hot into water; it is the melding of extremes which holds a thing together. Chaotic life being beaten in the heat of anger and rejected with a cold heart has made me a vessel for this knowledge. In seven days the world will be invited to drink the nectar of this knowledge from the cup of salvation called: The Dance of the Pig.

8/23
I have underestimated the power of the Other Side to wreck havoc upon my life even at this late date; a series of incidents have occurred all very negative, but ultimately none have had any real affect upon my plans. Opposition only makes one stronger, but with the 28th approaching so quickly something else has happened—my 63rd year reminiscent of the Name Sag/63 which is the inner power of the animal has awakened an inner strength.

Today is my birthday, according to moon calendar of the ancient ones who applied names like Elul—the name of this month. I was born on the ninth day which is five days before the lunar eclipse happening on the 28th of August—a very fitting atmosphere for the emergence of The Dance of the Pig. In Hebrew the day will be the 14th of Elul which is the same gematria as Dovid.

Dovid is exemplified by the phases of the moon—the turning of Malchut/Royalty to give birth in the same manner woman receives from man then turns and gives birth into the world. The eclipse of the moon is very feminine event; it seems to me, since the moon revels in the hidden like a woman behind sheer clothing that the eclipse is the sudden power of the feminine—the feminine hidden within the feminine.

One of the things The Dance of the Pig focuses on is the calendar and those dates which pertain to our human situation. Calendars are generally established according to an event in the past, like the date affixed to the birth of the human being 5767 years ago, but the date of the future is more alluring; the year 6000 approaches with quickening speed—at the fulcrum of the spiral time and matter melt.

The year 6000 brings in what is known as the Thousand Years of Woman also known as the Thousand Years of Peace. Our time is a turning point—turning away from the male energy which has expended himself over the last 6000 years. This is a time of coming together, a sort of spiritual sixties.

Eminent is 2012, the end of the Mayan calendar and a very big year according to the cabalist’s interpretation of the year 5772 and five years after that the 5777. All of this is explained in the Dance of the Pig. The 666 is also explained at some length with the resultant effect mysteriously being imprinted on the first completed manuscript just happening to be 666 pages.

The Other Side feeds off of chaos and the more divine intervention the more opportunities for the Other Side to enter in. It is as though we are incased in armor, but there are holes in our protection brought on by errant behavior—it is there where the Other Side enters to wreck havoc, particularly when there is miracle, and there have so many miracles lately. It is this primordial dance of opposites practiced by every atom in existence.

8/24
It is four days until the event. I have put up posters, contacted radio stations and posted it on the internet; my friend, Peter the Poet tells me that it does not matter how many people come—he did a reading once for only two people; Peter is very wise. He is older than me, a thing harder and harder to find these days, and wise beyond his years. I am blessed to have found such a person who gives me patient counsel.

I am gliding again, the difficulties of the last few days have melted away in the reality of the future. It is the magic of the YHVH from which all language evolves. I was studying the Zohar-Book of Secret last night in the Parsha/Portion of the Week called Ki Ztasi/When you Go Out—within the discussion it was mentioned that Mordicai, the hero of Purim, was able to discern the hidden language used by the guards wanting to kill the king through his knowledge of the HYVH.

Avraham was the first to bring this knowledge down to the earth quite literally by coming from the Tower of Babel which had been built on Mars. Though all seventy human languages are included in the YHVH an additional two languages were extracted from a cabalistic method called: Meloi/Filling. The traditional method employing Meloi is to spell out each of the four letters of the YHVH, but Avraham used a different method taking the number of composite letters and making from them a new language able to receive transmissions from the heavens.

It was in this way that Arabic and Hebrew came into existence. The twenty-two Hebrew letters are devised from ten components each mirrored male and female and each with an essence; when those ten components are again spelled out they reveal 28 which makes the word Co’Uch/Strength which when divided male and female render 14—Yad/Arm. The Arabic language is made of 28 symbols and they have the tradition of being the heart while Yisroel with 22 letters likened to the genetic qualities of the sperm generated from the brain can turn around the letters of Yisroel to make the word Rosh Li/My Head.

I feel as if I am breaking out; as if all the knowledge I have consumed over these 33 years of studying Torah has been refined down to these written gems, exquisite knowledge to the workings of creation. It was well known that those who studied the knowledge of creation would go crazy, but I came to Torah with that disability already in place. There is nothing in the Torah that says you can not be crazy, but there is the admonition that if you are going to be crazy—be crazy for God.

It is only four days until the 28th when the Dance of the Pig will be released; I can feel a gate opening in the heavens as a beam of light pierces thru the veil like a radiant sunbeam.

8/27
On this day, nine years ago in 1998, the world was hit with the remnants of a neutron star exploding somewhere out in the vast universe; the probability of being hit by a neutron star is remote, but there are instances where for a few seconds the earth falls into that path—on August 27, 1998 the earth was bombarded for five minutes knocking out communication apparatus throughout the world. Precisely five years later, to the day, the planet Mars makes his closest approach to the planet earth and the Roman Empire, whose god is Mars, goes to war—a war promised to be 100 years long. Two years later on August 29 Hurricane Katrina brought the Roman Empire to his knees and the sudden dismantling of the house of cards is falling all around us.

I choose August 28th of this year to release this knowledge to the world for the first time for a variety of reasons: it is my 63rd birthday and the extensive work I have done regarding Mars and Roman empire puts these two events together—the conjunction with Mars and the Hurricane Katrina—through the ideas brought forth in The Dance of the Pig. The number 63 itself is a cabalistic dictum called by the name Sag/63—it is one of four permutations of the YHVH indicating the essence of the animal; I fixed this date for the first public viewing on a day which just happens to be a lunar eclipse.

I wanted to do something to change the world—to change the course of the world, as if I were a giant standing against the flow of the might river; I am no giant, but these ideas are giant ideas that represent a quantum leap in the understanding of the cosmos and the history of our species on planet earth. For those willing to hear beyond the rhetoric and look with your own eyes, the miraculous awaking is in the future; the awakening will be accompanied by a cacophony of noise while the old ideas die and those who cling to them go though the withdrawal from their dogmatic way of thought.

Nothing can hold this knowledge back because once released the knot between heaven and earth is forever tied; it is the purpose of bringing something down from heaven so it can last forever making the world a better place. In the old times it use to be great people who did great things, but God was not satisfied; God wanted also the insignificant to do great things, have magnificent dreams and bring about world change through small, peaceful events.

The great scholars of the Torah were not known by their personage, but rather by their work; a person’s work is greater than their ego and more powerful than any pleasure on earth—we live for it and we die for it. In Hebrew it is called Avoda/Service. It is not enough to live we must also be of service.

8/28 the ninth of Elul
Today is the day. I have just sent out copies of the book to those who had preordered. I am having a presentation at the local art gallery, Live Worms Gallery, which I am very excited about. It is sort of a coming out. I have asked my friend Peter to read some poetry at the beginning. Peter who is in his seventies has made quite an impression on me—a kind elder giving me patient counsel.

Although the project is not over, it will never be over, what has been completed is the physical manifestation in five books, 666 pages, a quarter of a million words available to the common person. The importance of this information is seminal; made particularly for our time when ancient secrets corroborated by scientific fact and conjecture are widely available. Though most of the available information is religious in its portrayal of the Cabala, it is why they spell it with a K—a masculine symbol, the Cabala can be extracted from the religious confines because its essence is of a symbology of the body.

People need to wean themselves from the tit of religion; the self-sanctimonious protectors of the gods. There is no word in the ancient languages like Arabic, Hebrew, and Sanskrit for religion which has inserted itself between the Creator and creation. Religion demands dogmatic thought and it is from dogmatic thought that dogmatic leaders arise; America through her great might and wealth has taken the world hostage over religion—another crusade against the Arabs while blaming the Jews.

Without access to valid information, the populous becomes lost in the dogma of the time; this has happened repeatedly through the generations all the way back to the very beginning—people who did not like the truth and sought ways to pervert what is true and hide the evidence. The Dance of the Pig is the unmasking of these forces. The human being has progressed in our spiritual evolution to be able to receive the truth of creation, but also the forces opposed to the plan of the Creator have also progressed—only their time has run out. The Dance of the Pig is primarily about the construct of the creation, time and space—it is now and we are here.

The number 28 refers to Co’ach/Strength and it is also the number associated with the inner workings of the YHVH when broken down in particulars. The fact that the 28th comes between the day when Mars came closest to the earth on August 27 and the day of the Hurricane Katrina which marked the fall of the present regime on August 29 is the day of Pig in the Chinese year of the Pig in a gallery in North Beach, San Francisco a block away from a mammoth church with the address 666 and me with a Social Security number that begins 5666 the year in which San Francisco was struck with a massive earth quake.

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My life is going to culminate is a month; everything I have worked and striven for all my life will come into fruition on August 28th. It is the last piece of the puzzle. Life is so much more than mystery, it is a divine construct like clay spinning on a potter’s wheel where the constantly changing pattern is always perfect; when we think, “there is life” God laughs, putting a finger to the clay of creation turning everything different.
Since creation is a moment by moment event, the Creator’s mark is in each and every atom placed in precise position. The wedding present to the Jewish People were two sapphire cubes engraved all the way through by the Finger of God the Ten Commandments five read from one side and five from the other—a feat only the Creator could accomplish. Three thousand years later I am the recipient of that knowledge.
People think that the spiritual world separates God from the earth, but that is just not true; as it says: put no god before me—“before me” is everywhere. Sometimes the finger of God is pointed at you and the heavens open up speaking undeniable words of truth. Having heard the heavens speak clear and articulated words one’s life is irrevocably changed. The heavens are filled with angelic creatures and earthly souls who not only speak but also laugh and cry, they even write signs and wave flags. All of this has occurred to me from the very beginning of my life.
It is hard to understand or interpret these heavenly signs and celestial statements; the heavens are unconcerned with such prosaic concerns like sustenance, comfort and familiar happiness—the heavens only want action. God is on my side, but the heavens are on my back pushing me forward even against my will. The human body is a sought after commodity in the ethereal realm because like the light of the sun which is lost in darkness until received so too the celestial light makes no impact until brought to the earth.
For all my years soul and body have been at war; the soul snared and encapsulated inside the body trying to convince the flesh to seek the heavens. It is this dichotomy of the ethereal set against the hard corporeal world which interests the Creator because it is here in this low world of time and space the freedom of choice exists. Though the heavens are filled with light they lack the darkness required for option.
We exist in a time lost in the darkness of space uncluttered with spiritual light or obvious direction. The Creator is pleasured by our stumbling ways uninformed by logic, spurned by desire and blindly led by animal senses and self-surviving intuitions. Since the human predicament is an impossible conundrum we turn to the Creator who builds the metaphor from the terms of our existence. Inside of the metaphor is the secret and those who possess the secret are free.

Blog-7-27
Looking back over my 62 years on planet earth is with no great sense of esteem or accomplishment, only painful years of failure and rejection; however, there is the outer life and the inner life—within all things is order. It is the inner essence where calm exists always, because everything is as it should be. As the days tick towards their culmination on August 28th the feeling of inevitability reminds me of sexual orgasm and death, both unstoppable.
There is an immobility that grabs as the last stroke is delivered; Dovid, the first king of the Jewish People said, even when the sword is upon your neck—pray. But, endings are also beginnings. Euphoria accompanies culmination, even death is euphoric—the great release from physical life. Life’s ambitions also culminate either in failure or success; some people peak early in life because their skill rests on their physical beauty or acuity and they spend the rest of their lives looking backwards.
Culmination is a modulated process rising to crescendo then falling into the depths of deepest despair as the fleeting possibility of everything coming together suddenly collapses leaving only chaos in the wake. I am convinced that success, true success, is only the result of endless failures. Life is like jumping off a cliff reaching for the moon and dying a thousand deaths. In the marathon of life few reach their goal, many have to die before what they brought to the world can be appreciated and here I see everything just a month ahead of me.
It was only few days ago when I became permanent resident of the world, after a lifetime of moves and counter-moves, escapes and aimless meanderings I have arrived somewhere—an 8 x 8 room in the North Beach section of San Francisco; I have a year-long lease and a mazzuza on the door in a hotel full of a bunch of aging crazy bohemians. It looks like I have found home. To make things even more mysterious I moved in on Tishabav—the ninth day of the month named Av when both Temples in Y’rushaliam were destroyed five hundred years apart.
Though a sad day, Tishabav is also a holiday because as is written in the Talmud, only when the two Temples are destroyed can the Third Temple which will descend from the heavens, made from pillars of diamonds, be erected. When the Temple was destroyed the Jewish People began a world-wide search for the key to the Third Temple. I was initiated into the ranks of those fervent souls sent to the world to make things right. It is not just my life which is culminating, but the conjunction of my life intertwined with the world around me is extraordinary.
I floated upon an etheric plane all my life, living within a bubble bouncing from place to place; people could see in and I could see out, but that was as far as things got. The bubble is about to burst.

7/29
In the Cabala creation is described with meticulous detail as to the nature and method of light descending down into the earth. The Cabala explains how logic came into being from the highest level called Adom Kadmin/First Human; this primordial being is the first expression of logic on the highest level indicated by the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet—Bet/2.
The 600,000 letters and spaces which comprise the Written Torah came from the engraving of the Ten Commandments by the Finger of God in the form of shards; among these 600,000 shards of 22 letters were a smattering of small and large letters. The Bet/2 which begins the Torah is large. The simple meaning of the Bet/2 is “In” revealing two levels: Keter/Crown referring to the LightWithoutEnd and Chachma/Visionary Thinking corresponding to the right lobe of the brain.
Sight infers distance with invisible lines of light collecting in the pupil of the eye—this is the beginning of creation implicit in the first word of the Torah: B’Raishet/In The Beginning followed by the word Bora/Created indicating pathways to the left of lobe of the brain called Bena/Builder who receives the sight and renders it into sound. She is called Elohim and thus the first three words of the Torah: In the beginning created Elohim.
The word Elohim speaks to law and multiplicity of ideas coming out of the Oneness of sight. The gematria of Elohim, 86, is directly connected to the word HaTeva/The Nature; it is from Name Elohim that the heavens and the earth are created through the Ten Sefirot—cabalistic atom. The lowest of the Ten Sefirot is Malkut/Royalty and refers to the earth. It is upon the earth that God takes on the mantle of King to creation.
The scope of the Cabala ranging from the highest illumination of thought indicated by the first Bet/2 down to this physical world is all considered to be earth—the lowest of the Ten Sefirot. Each individual is connected to the original intelligence of Adom Kadmin/First Human Being progenitor of the four spirit worlds as reflected in the four directions, the four elements and the four letter name of God YHVH. When our thoughts bear fruition in the physical world is a time of celebration—and so I have decided to have a party on the 28th of August.
It will be the birthday of a new knowledge celebrating the opening of humanity’s eyes and closing the aperture of the stomach where the umbilical cord fastens to the placenta; no longer will the human being exist merely for sustenance. Once the eyes are opened and the breath of life begins there is no turning back. Such is the nature of knowledge.
To reveal a new knowledge is Einsteinium, but having gone through the torturous process of becoming a vessel for the light is a humbling experience. I forfeited my life for the opportunity to try; ten years ago I began to chronicle the bursting of a star.

7/30
The Dance of the Pig has consumed my life for ten years and these ten years have been the culmination of a life-time of searching for that indistinct thing called fulfillment. My friend said to me that when I finish this book I will die, he meant that I will never finish this book—I will do it until I die. I think he is right. Nonetheless, it is sad seeing the process coming to an end.
I have affixed the date of August 28th for various cabalistic considerations to give the public assess to this knowledge. What has come to me over these ten years is a hidden wisdom of vast proportions and the fifty years of preparation required to even attempt such a feat was filled with chaos caused by ethereal voices and odd directives. In the end, and this is the end, everything has fallen into perfect symmetry.
I left San Francisco in 1962 joining the Navy at the age of seventeen I have returned on the ninth day of Av, the Hebrew date celebrating the destruction of the two Temples in Jerusalem 500 years apart, forty-five years later. Forty-five is the gematria Adom whose letters can be reversed to read Moad/Very Much; it is the nature of the human to always want more.
At the brink of my 63rd year God has seen fit to bring me home to San Francisco and to settle me in North Beach where I remember as a child the Beatniks. I live in a room that 8 x 8; I have my library of 600 hardbound Hebrew books lining the walls and my little table that went everywhere with me while I roamed the world reading Tarot cards in the open. I have my table to write upon and to learn—it is everything I own in this world and I am a happy man. “Happy is the man satisfied with his portion.” The Mishnah injures the Torah scholar to sleep on the floor an eat bread with salt—and so I do.
I have heard that on August 28th there will be an eclipse of the moon—how appropriate. More fearful than any terrorist or despot to the whores of power is the truth. Those who have meticulously labored to skew history and pervert science will have labored in vain. Those rich and powerful will be reduced to carnival acts; you can see it even now in the run-up to the elections. Their time has expired and they did not manage to destroy the world.
For the rest of us we are as children blinking our delicate eyes open to the new light. The goodness of the world will overcome the dogma and deceit like grass eats away at the concrete—inexorable is the reality that the earth is indeed alive and no confine can bind the human spirit. The future is free to begin preparation for the dawn—the darkness point of night is over—thank God.

7/31
It was the cabalists who exclaimed creation to be much more than the mind boggling view of the endless stars; it was the cabalists who divided creation into four sections—different worlds that feed one into another. Five hundred years later scientists have declared the visible creation to be in four sections: black holes, Quasars, stars and solar system emeshed in a blanket of “Dark Matter; these four dimensions mirror the explanation given by the cabalist centuries before.
The Cabala describes the fuel of creation in what is called Kav/Line and Kut/Thread; it is described as a line of white light—white is the composite of all light colors whereas black is the composite of all terrestrial colors. As the white light diffused dividing into four separate worlds, the physical universe took on similar configuration because of the spiritual structure put into place through the apparatus of the Kav.
The highest of the four worlds called Atzilut/Close, because it is very close to the OreAinSof/LightWithoutEnd which exudes infinite capabilities of which the Kav is only one. The OreAinSof/LightWithoutEnd is comparable to the sun whose essence is impenetrable. To the Creator all of creation from the highest level close to the infinite light is only the minimal revelation of an infinitesimal line of light sent forth by the OreAinSof/LightWithoutEnd.
The Cabala meticulously describes the workings of creation through the confluence of light attenuated into this physical realm. The fabric and design of creation is fecund with knowledge and wisdom, but with all the glamour of creation nothing compares to the role of the human being with our freedom of choice. How we chose to use our minds and what we do with our time here on planet is earth is determined by our freedom of choice.
I have to devoted my life to search for what is real; I have made many mistakes but also I have been showered with a new understanding which might open the eyes of the world—there is no other reason, in my mind, to write. On August 28th I will publish The Dance of the Pig in its entirety—about 1300 pages divided into five books. Not only is the information new, but also the thinking is unique to this knowledge.
There is a great wealth of information embedded in the heavens that is relevant to our time and can be employed to fix what is wrong. These ideas written in The Dance of the Pig are but a glimmer on the dark horizon as the dawn is dawning—soon light will come streaming in. A little light vanquishes a lot of darkness as is known to the cabalists; the extreme darkness that has pervaded our world begins to wane a new light can be seen on the horizon of our human destiny.
The final prophecy of this 7000 year trip on planet earth is the collective human being will throw off this world as if it were an old shirt and move on.

8/3
One of the ancient conundrums facing the Jewish People is the assertion that God remains forever unaffected by creation; many have gone away from the Torah thinking—if God is not affected by creation than what is the point? The contrary is the truth—even though God is unaffected by creation, nonetheless chooses to be involved. God who is neither spiritual nor physical remains aloft hidden behind the OreAinSof/LightWithoutEnd of which creation is only the result of one of the infinite rays radiated by the Creator.
It is compassion at the highest level and when the human being displays compassion they connect to God at the most sublime elevation; all peoples throughout the world consider compassion to be the highest attribute. In Torah also compassion plays a major role; 13 words of compassion were added to the appointed number of words in creation in order to forgive the Jewish People after having created to Golden Calf.
Compassion goes beyond law. The confines of law and the strictures of nature all can be breached through imploring compassion. Looking over my life at the endless mistakes and misjudgments and seeing everything culminating at one point makes me feel unworthy. Yet, to become a vehicle for this light has required breaking all boundaries of thought which inevitably led to errant perceptions precipitating foolish acts.
God’s compassion for me has been as endless as my mistakes and now I find myself in that place where I originated from—San Francisco living in North Beach where the Beatniks arose in the fifties when I was a child watching them in their mysterious ways walking up the narrow streets steep and grey in the fog. Now I am back, the child has returned—the prodigal son.
I have returned bearing a great gift drawn from the seminal beginnings of our creation, brought down to earth in the place of my birth—soon, on August 28th. I have discovered knowledge so deep and so complete that it is frightening in its clarity. Sometimes while reading over the manuscript I feel carried away on some ethereal wind. I believe the Dance of the Pig is more powerful than the biggest bomb and more devastating to the enemy than an army of endless soldiers because it connects the truth to the earth. The Dance of the Pig will change the world, God willing.
And I have found the most peaceful life here in my little 8x8 room on the third floor with my 600 hardbound Hebrew books that I have collected throughout my 35 years of study and carried from land to land from one place to another battered and torn they proudly proclaim themselves on four seven-foot bookshelves. The man who drove the van was unable to help me because he had a hernia; he said he never saw a man my size able to lift carry so much weight—ain’t that the truth!
Adonoi, Adonoi, AilRachom, V’Chanun, ErechApium, V’RavChesed, V’Emet, NotzerChesed LaLauphim, NosaiAvon, Pheshe, V’Chata, V’Nache.

August 6
It is mentioned many times in Torah that all human souls existed in the head of the first human being who was both male and female later to be divided; this commonality is expressed in our ability to merge and be friends. It has been religion, more than any other factor which is responsible for the divisions among peoples. The subtle differences of skin color or the structure of the nose is only an impediment to the ignorant.
The unfortunate history of religion is bounded by the rigid stricture in the timeframe of creation in which it exists; since we are quickly approaching the new light with the coming of 5772/2012 and five years later 5777 the ancient vestige of Rome has begun to expire. As explained in the first book of The Dance of the Pig the five years from August 27th 1998 when we were hit by a neutron star for five intolerable minutes until August 27th 2003 exactly five years later to the day when Mars came closest to the earth was the transference point between the six thousand years of man and the coming thousand years of woman called the thousand years of peace.
At this point in human history the only calendar which is relevant is the amount of years between now and the year 6000—233 years. It is during this time that the human male must rise to the occasion and merge the 6000 years of male dominance into woman—the final thousand year period of human history on planet earth. As it is explained in the Midrash-Book of Metaphor, “we will throw away the earth as if she is an old shirt” after the seventh and final thousand year period of human history on planet earth.
With the publication on August 28 of the complete series of five books The Dance of the Pig: a Cosmology and World History Based on the Cabala spanning 226,455,766 years a new perspective will be introduced into human thought. These ideas and the reality of their meaning will extricate from darkness those in need of light. Ancient questions are undeniably answered as a new constant is derived; no longer will the speed of light inhibit the human being—now we will all have the power to elevate into the heavens as was told to the Bal Shem Tov 250 years ago.
This knowledge which came to me from the heavens was supported and corroborated by the long lineage of Hebrew/Torah books going back almost 4,000 years to the time of Avraham progenitor of the Jewish People and the Arab People with the Koran. Amid my library of 600 Hebrew books I am proud to have the Koran. This knowledge which is substantiated by empirical scientific discovery comes only to bring peace to the world.
The smoke of destruction is dispersing and soon clarity will reign, logic and rhetoric will be employed and humanity will practice goodness before the Creation of heaven and earth, amen.

8/17
Nine days until the release of the Dance of the Pig. I finished the manuscript three days ago and sent it off to my friend for formatting in the PDF format that will became available shortly. The enormity of this project has consumed my life for ten years and the fifty some years before that was spent seeking my purpose in life; life has befuddled me—nothing seemed right.

I once was at a rainbow gathering deep in the mountains, somewhere and I met a man who told me that when he was in high school the teachers gave him a book of all the careers one could pursue; he searched through the book but to no avail. He became despondent over the incident and many years later obviously had still not recovered. I saw him at the eating circle where according to your vessel determines the wealth of your portion. He only had his hands that he cupped in supplication.

Personal, individualistic purpose is not talked about much in the world anymore—not so long ago people were willing to die for love, poetry was written for one indistinct person and patriotism was a matter of honor shared by the populous. For me personally and for the world in general the Dance of Pig comes to fulfill and to culminate—the chaos of my life has suddenly found its fulcrum.

I remember, it was like that forty years ago when I first ingested acid and beneath the night sky ebony but for a myriad of stars that swirled into one point—what I sought; but it was so far away and one would have to be crazy to arrive at that place. I took it upon myself to go upon that journey and as if it were a dream I find myself back where I began 45 years ago, in San Francisco living in North Beach with the Beatniks ready to unleash these powerful secrets which I have brought back from that realm.

The time is close, but it is not here—it is coming moment by moment; the inevitability of this occurrence is like an orgasm about to happen beyond the will of the orgasmized. Everything has changed since finishing the 1200 page book divided into five sections each called a book—the five books of Dovid. With the burden of this mission alleviated, prayer and study have taken on a different dimension; life too has become a flow of endless events transporting me through time a space.

It says in the Torah that when Moshiach comes it will be like awakening from a dream; the whole world will seem different—kindness and charity will be practiced. In the future people will judge themselves on how much they actually need and give the rest to the needy; it is through this practice the human being can approach God who loves creation. As the Bal Shem Tov said when asked how to love God: love what God loves.

8/19
On Friday I made the leap and rented a space, an art gallery a block away, to stage an event—the launching of The Dance of the Pig. I wanted to do something appropriate to celebrate the occasion, even though it is only being published as an e-book. It is the completion of the book and public availability which makes this an occasion for celebration.

I was warned not have alcohol because that would bring the wrong type of people, instead I am going to make it a spiritual-literary event with speakers and a format concluding with the first physical manifestation of The Dance of the Pig being auctioned off. At least, this is my vision.

I believe that the power with which this book came into me will be greatly magnified out in the world—the effect of this book could be enormous; the scope of The Dance of the Pig is the entirety of creation put into its natural confine of time and space—a true history of creation. The Dance of the Pig will bring clarity to the blurred human vision which has become weak and easily manipulated.

I can feel the excitement building in me towards this inevitable moment of climatic delight—when the hidden becomes revealed. This which had percolated within me for decades, like a flower finally blossoming even though it is fall, comes into the world with momentum having traveled through the dark earth of experience. It is a spring bursting forth from the rock.

Things seem to be slipping into place even without my trying; I am just there, part of the experience. It is beyond comprehension what is happening, but I am trying not to assume anything. My job has been to be a good conduit and not take myself too seriously, nonetheless life has been tough. It says in the Cabala that when a person strives to do good the “Other Side” awakens to prevent change in the status quo.

In the laws of sacrifice in the Torah, all sacrifices must be performed at an altar with the exception of two: a goat and a bull which are sacrificed outside, in the world. These two sacrifices expunge the misdeeds performed in the world. The goat because of his hair (hair sucks energy from the body and therefore grows even after death) represents those actions which fed the Other Side and is therefore thrown off a cliff and killed; the bull being on the left hand side of the famous Chariot envisioned by the prophets was the sign of the strength of life. The Bull was killed from behind with a hatchet as a sign of arrogance and murder.

These two brutal sacrifices were meant to both expunge and also to help the human being, jewel of creation, to repent murder and thievery. The sacrifice of one’s life towards a goal can accomplish a lot in this world and the next world when wealth will be measured in good deeds.

8/20
Eight is the number in Cabala most connected to the idea of infinity; it is through the virtue of eight that at the end of the seventh day as we approach eight or infinity we find ourselves back at one—this phenomenon is repeated weekly. It is the dance between infinity and finite that defines the confines of creation. Even in the human being we see this same dynamic being played out in the finite amount of eggs a woman is born with (a few hundred thousand) and the endless ability of man to produce sperm at any given moment.

However, infinity tends to be overrated as some sort of ending place where inquire ceases and this is not so. Infinity is related to things, separate integrals that go beyond number, but in the realm of unity numbers represent very little and infinity is only a veil that separates one from the rest of the numbers. Infinity is the closest thing to the world that is not of the world, but is revealed as potential.

It is eight days before the emergence of The Dance of the Pig and I am excited with the potentiality and nervous with the task of bring this event off. The anticipation is growing. Today I learned in Ayin Bet/72 about the metaphor of the seed; the shell of the seed enters into the earth rotting there initiating growth similar to man and woman. The metaphor of the seed and the earth is primal referring back to the process of creation.

Adom Kadmin/First Man represented the original form from which all else is comprised; from this primordial existence exudes a line which broke into pieces initiating life everywhere like a seed that rots and spills its affluence into the ground. The ground is fecund and grows whatever the seed dictates. Rotting is what the ego needs to do in order to produce something of value.

But, now the process for me is beyond rotting or growing, but rather blossoming; there is a fragrance of completion that is denoted by the number eight which in Cabala is related to infinity. Beyond infinity are realms that the Cabala does not call worlds, but rather pure light in different states of attenuation. Beyond even that is the endless broiling potential of the Creator to create called the OreAinSof/LightWithoutEnd—and none of this is comparable to the Creator who finds creation but a little thing.

In this great soup of creation the Creator finds pleasure in the work of our hands, the diligence of our minds and the love of our heart. Although the human being is a very small part of creation lasting for an infinitesimal amount of time, nonetheless we are the bastion of free choice since only here on this physical world is the spiritual light not seen and therefore here is the perfect environment for freedom of choice. The essence of choice is how we intend and actions reveal the intentions of the heart.

8/21
I am within a week of my goal: the public emergence of the Dance of the Pig; I have rented a place and begun putting up posters. The reality of bringing a new knowledge down from the heavens to the earth is what the ancient prophets did, but in our time, as it says in the Talmud: prophesy is only in the mouths of children and fools; I lay claim to the latter, though I have been accused of being both.

To be a vessel for this kind of information requires special treatment. My teacher once said to me: Dovid, the Jewish People had 42 different places they stopped in the wilderness before reaching the Land of Yisroel (Israel) and every person has 42 journeys in their life, but some people—like you—have many more.

Some vessels are beautiful from within and without, but are fragile; and some are beautiful on the exterior, but are not made to hold anything of substance—the world is full of them. Some are rough on the exterior, but strong within. All vessels have one thing in common—they come from an unformed mass of material. In the Temple in Jerusalem the candelabra which Titus the Roman general carried away into Rome pictured until today on the Arch of Titus in the city of Rome had to been made from one clump of gold and then beaten into seven branches.

The difficulty of being made into a vessel is it takes a beating; a few are born perfect, but most of us live on a desire for destiny—that our individual life should have some profound meaning and in God’s eye it just may. We take the beating hoping it will make something out of us, but sometimes we just break. After we break it becomes necessary to melt down the gathered pieces and begin again.

In one of Hesse’s books, Demian, she taunts him with the challenge of leaping over the cliff to reach the moon that he loved, but he always fell to his death because he did not have faith that he could actually reach his goal. Oscar Wilde once said: he who lives a thousand lives, a thousand deaths must die. I have died a thousand times leaping from the cliff, but it the end I have reached the moon of my desire.

When I look back on the craziness of my life it now looks so inevitable—the smashing of the hammer on the immutable anvil of reality with me in between. To make the metal hard it is necessary to plunge the red hot into water; it is the melding of extremes which holds a thing together. Chaotic life being beaten in the heat of anger and rejected with a cold heart has made me a vessel for this knowledge. In seven days the world will be invited to drink the nectar of this knowledge from the cup of salvation called: The Dance of the Pig.

8/23
I have underestimated the power of the Other Side to wreck havoc upon my life even at this late date; a series of incidents have occurred all very negative, but ultimately none have had any real affect upon my plans. Opposition only makes one stronger, but with the 28th approaching so quickly something else has happened—my 63rd year reminiscent of the Name Sag/63 which is the inner power of the animal has awakened an inner strength.

Today is my birthday, according to moon calendar of the ancient ones who applied names like Elul—the name of this month. I was born on the ninth day which is five days before the lunar eclipse happening on the 28th of August—a very fitting atmosphere for the emergence of The Dance of the Pig. In Hebrew the day will be the 14th of Elul which is the same gematria as Dovid.

Dovid is exemplified by the phases of the moon—the turning of Malchut/Royalty to give birth in the same manner woman receives from man then turns and gives birth into the world. The eclipse of the moon is very feminine event; it seems to me, since the moon revels in the hidden like a woman behind sheer clothing that the eclipse is the sudden power of the feminine—the feminine hidden within the feminine.

One of the things The Dance of the Pig focuses on is the calendar and those dates which pertain to our human situation. Calendars are generally established according to an event in the past, like the date affixed to the birth of the human being 5767 years ago, but the date of the future is more alluring; the year 6000 approaches with quickening speed—at the fulcrum of the spiral time and matter melt.

The year 6000 brings in what is known as the Thousand Years of Woman also known as the Thousand Years of Peace. Our time is a turning point—turning away from the male energy which has expended himself over the last 6000 years. This is a time of coming together, a sort of spiritual sixties.

Eminent is 2012, the end of the Mayan calendar and a very big year according to the cabalist’s interpretation of the year 5772 and five years after that the 5777. All of this is explained in the Dance of the Pig. The 666 is also explained at some length with the resultant effect mysteriously being imprinted on the first completed manuscript just happening to be 666 pages.

The Other Side feeds off of chaos and the more divine intervention the more opportunities for the Other Side to enter in. It is as though we are incased in armor, but there are holes in our protection brought on by errant behavior—it is there where the Other Side enters to wreck havoc, particularly when there is miracle, and there have so many miracles lately. It is this primordial dance of opposites practiced by every atom in existence.

8/24
It is four days until the event. I have put up posters, contacted radio stations and posted it on the internet; my friend, Peter the Poet tells me that it does not matter how many people come—he did a reading once for only two people; Peter is very wise. He is older than me, a thing harder and harder to find these days, and wise beyond his years. I am blessed to have found such a person who gives me patient counsel.

I am gliding again, the difficulties of the last few days have melted away in the reality of the future. It is the magic of the YHVH from which all language evolves. I was studying the Zohar-Book of Secret last night in the Parsha/Portion of the Week called Ki Ztasi/When you Go Out—within the discussion it was mentioned that Mordicai, the hero of Purim, was able to discern the hidden language used by the guards wanting to kill the king through his knowledge of the HYVH.

Avraham was the first to bring this knowledge down to the earth quite literally by coming from the Tower of Babel which had been built on Mars. Though all seventy human languages are included in the YHVH an additional two languages were extracted from a cabalistic method called: Meloi/Filling. The traditional method employing Meloi is to spell out each of the four letters of the YHVH, but Avraham used a different method taking the number of composite letters and making from them a new language able to receive transmissions from the heavens.

It was in this way that Arabic and Hebrew came into existence. The twenty-two Hebrew letters are devised from ten components each mirrored male and female and each with an essence; when those ten components are again spelled out they reveal 28 which makes the word Co’Uch/Strength which when divided male and female render 14—Yad/Arm. The Arabic language is made of 28 symbols and they have the tradition of being the heart while Yisroel with 22 letters likened to the genetic qualities of the sperm generated from the brain can turn around the letters of Yisroel to make the word Rosh Li/My Head.

I feel as if I am breaking out; as if all the knowledge I have consumed over these 33 years of studying Torah has been refined down to these written gems, exquisite knowledge to the workings of creation. It was well known that those who studied the knowledge of creation would go crazy, but I came to Torah with that disability already in place. There is nothing in the Torah that says you can not be crazy, but there is the admonition that if you are going to be crazy—be crazy for God.

It is only four days until the 28th when the Dance of the Pig will be released; I can feel a gate opening in the heavens as a beam of light pierces thru the veil like a radiant sunbeam.

8/27
On this day, nine years ago in 1998, the world was hit with the remnants of a neutron star exploding somewhere out in the vast universe; the probability of being hit by a neutron star is remote, but there are instances where for a few seconds the earth falls into that path—on August 27, 1998 the earth was bombarded for five minutes knocking out communication apparatus throughout the world. Precisely five years later, to the day, the planet Mars makes his closest approach to the planet earth and the Roman Empire, whose god is Mars, goes to war—a war promised to be 100 years long. Two years later on August 29 Hurricane Katrina brought the Roman Empire to his knees and the sudden dismantling of the house of cards is falling all around us.

I choose August 28th of this year to release this knowledge to the world for the first time for a variety of reasons: it is my 63rd birthday and the extensive work I have done regarding Mars and Roman empire puts these two events together—the conjunction with Mars and the Hurricane Katrina—through the ideas brought forth in The Dance of the Pig. The number 63 itself is a cabalistic dictum called by the name Sag/63—it is one of four permutations of the YHVH indicating the essence of the animal; I fixed this date for the first public viewing on a day which just happens to be a lunar eclipse.

I wanted to do something to change the world—to change the course of the world, as if I were a giant standing against the flow of the might river; I am no giant, but these ideas are giant ideas that represent a quantum leap in the understanding of the cosmos and the history of our species on planet earth. For those willing to hear beyond the rhetoric and look with your own eyes, the miraculous awaking is in the future; the awakening will be accompanied by a cacophony of noise while the old ideas die and those who cling to them go though the withdrawal from their dogmatic way of thought.

Nothing can hold this knowledge back because once released the knot between heaven and earth is forever tied; it is the purpose of bringing something down from heaven so it can last forever making the world a better place. In the old times it use to be great people who did great things, but God was not satisfied; God wanted also the insignificant to do great things, have magnificent dreams and bring about world change through small, peaceful events.

The great scholars of the Torah were not known by their personage, but rather by their work; a person’s work is greater than their ego and more powerful than any pleasure on earth—we live for it and we die for it. In Hebrew it is called Avoda/Service. It is not enough to live we must also be of service.

four day left

8/24
It is four days until the event. I have put up posters, contacted radio stations and posted it on the internet; my friend, Peter the Poet tells me that it does not matter how many people come—he did a reading once for only two people; Peter is very wise. He is older than me, a thing harder and harder to find these days, and wise beyond his years. I am blessed to have found such a person who gives me patient counsel.

I am gliding again, the difficulties of the last few days have melted away in the reality of the future. It is the magic of the YHVH from which all language evolves. I was studying the Zohar-Book of Secret last night in the Parsha/Portion of the Week called Ki Ztasi/When you Go Out—within the discussion it was mentioned that Mordicai, the hero of Purim, was able to discern the hidden language used by the guards wanting to kill the king through his knowledge of the HYVH.

Avraham was the first to bring this knowledge down to the earth quite literally by coming from the Tower of Babel which had been built on Mars. Though all seventy human languages are included in the YHVH an additional two languages were extracted from a cabalistic method called: Meloi/Filling. The traditional method employing Meloi is to spell out each of the four letters of the YHVH, but Avraham used a different method taking the number of composite letters and making from them a new language able to receive transmissions from the heavens.

It was in this way that Arabic and Hebrew came into existence. The twenty-two Hebrew letters are devised from ten components each mirrored male and female and each with an essence; when those ten components are again spelled out they reveal 28 which makes the word Co’Uch/Strength which when divided male and female render 14—Yad/Arm. The Arabic language is made of 28 symbols and they have the tradition of being the heart while Yisroel with 22 letters likened to the genetic qualities of the sperm generated from the brain can turn around the letters of Yisroel to make the word Rosh Li/My Head.

I feel as if I am breaking out; as if all the knowledge I have consumed over these 33 years of studying Torah has been refined down to these written gems, exquisite knowledge to the workings of creation. It was well known that those who studied the knowledge of creation would go crazy, but I came to Torah with that disability already in place. There is nothing in the Torah that says you can not be crazy, but there is the admonition that if you are going to be crazy—be crazy for God.

It is only four days until the 28th when the Dance of the Pig will be released; I can feel a gate opening in the heavens as a beam of light pierces thru the veil like a radiant sunbeam.

five days left

8/23
I have underestimated the power of the Other Side to wreck havoc upon my life even at this late date; a series of incidents have occurred all very negative, but ultimately none have had any real affect upon my plans. Opposition only makes one stronger, but with the 28th approaching so quickly something else has happened—my 63rd year reminiscent of the Name Sag/63 which is the inner power of the animal has awakened an inner strength.

Today is my birthday, according to moon calendar of the ancient ones who applied names like Elul—the name of this month. I was born on the ninth day which is five days before the lunar eclipse happening on the 28th of August—a very fitting atmosphere for the emergence of The Dance of the Pig. In Hebrew the day will be the 14th of Elul which is the same gematria as Dovid.

Dovid is exemplified by the phases of the moon—the turning of Malchut/Royalty to give birth in the same manner woman receives from man then turns and gives birth into the world. The eclipse of the moon is very feminine event; it seems to me, since the moon revels in the hidden like a woman behind sheer clothing that the eclipse is the sudden power of the feminine—the feminine hidden within the feminine.

One of the things The Dance of the Pig focuses on is the calendar and those dates which pertain to our human situation. Calendars are generally established according to an event in the past, like the date affixed to the birth of the human being 5767 years ago, but the date of the future is more alluring; the year 6000 approaches with quickening speed—at the fulcrum of the spiral time and matter melt.

The year 6000 brings in what is known as the Thousand Years of Woman also known as the Thousand Years of Peace. Our time is a turning point—turning away from the male energy which has expended himself over the last 6000 years. This is a time of coming together, a sort of spiritual sixties.

Eminent is 2012, the end of the Mayan calendar and a very big year according to the cabalist’s interpretation of the year 5772 and five years after that the 5777. All of this is explained in the Dance of the Pig. The 666 is also explained at some length with the resultant effect mysteriously being imprinted on the first completed manuscript just happening to be 666 pages.

The Other Side feeds off of chaos and the more divine intervention the more opportunities for the Other Side to enter in. It is as though we are incased in armor, but there are holes in our protection brought on by errant behavior—it is there where the Other Side enters to wreck havoc, particularly when there is miracle, and there have so many miracles lately. It is this primordial dance of opposites practiced by every atom in existence.

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seven days left

8/21
I am within a week of my goal: the public emergence of the Dance of the Pig; I have rented a place and begun putting up posters. The reality of bringing a new knowledge down from the heavens to the earth is what the ancient prophets did, but in our time, as it says in the Talmud: prophesy is only in the mouths of children and fools; I lay claim to the latter, though I have been accused of being both.

To be a vessel for this kind of information requires special treatment. My teacher once said to me: Dovid, the Jewish People had 42 different places they stopped in the wilderness before reaching the Land of Yisroel (Israel) and every person has 42 journeys in their life, but some people—like you—have many more.

Some vessels are beautiful from within and without, but are fragile; and some are beautiful on the exterior, but are not made to hold anything of substance—the world is full of them. Some are rough on the exterior, but strong within. All vessels have one thing in common—they come from an unformed mass of material. In the Temple in Jerusalem the candelabra which Titus the Roman general carried away into Rome pictured until today on the Arch of Titus in the city of Rome had to been made from one clump of gold and then beaten into seven branches.

The difficulty of being made into a vessel is it takes a beating; a few are born perfect, but most of us live on a desire for destiny—that our individual life should have some profound meaning and in God’s eye it just may. We take the beating hoping it will make something out of us, but sometimes we just break. After we break it becomes necessary to melt down the gathered pieces and begin again.

In one of Hesse’s books, Demian, she taunts him with the challenge of leaping over the cliff to reach the moon that he loved, but he always fell to his death because he did not have faith that he could actually reach his goal. Oscar Wilde once said: he who lives a thousand lives, a thousand deaths must die. I have died a thousand times leaping from the cliff, but it the end I have reached the moon of my desire.

When I look back on the craziness of my life it now looks so inevitable—the smashing of the hammer on the immutable anvil of reality with me in between. To make the metal hard it is necessary to plunge the red hot into water; it is the melding of extremes which holds a thing together. Chaotic life being beaten in the heat of anger and rejected with a cold heart has made me a vessel for this knowledge. In seven days the world will be invited to drink the nectar of this knowledge from the cup of salvation called: The Dance of the Pig.

nine days left

8/19
On Friday I made the leap and rented a space, an art gallery a block away, to stage an event—the launching of The Dance of the Pig. I wanted to do something appropriate to celebrate the occasion, even though it is only being published as an e-book. It is the completion of the book and public availability which makes this an occasion for celebration.

I was warned not have alcohol because that would bring the wrong type of people, instead I am going to make it a spiritual-literary event with speakers and a format concluding with the first physical manifestation of The Dance of the Pig being auctioned off. At least, this is my vision.

I believe that the power with which this book came into me will be greatly magnified out in the world—the effect of this book could be enormous; the scope of The Dance of the Pig is the entirety of creation put into its natural confine of time and space—a true history of creation. The Dance of the Pig will bring clarity to the blurred human vision which has become weak and easily manipulated.

I can feel the excitement building in me towards this inevitable moment of climatic delight—when the hidden becomes revealed. This which had percolated within me for decades, like a flower finally blossoming even though it is fall, comes into the world with momentum having traveled through the dark earth of experience. It is a spring bursting forth from the rock.

Things seem to be slipping into place even without my trying; I am just there, part of the experience. It is beyond comprehension what is happening, but I am trying not to assume anything. My job has been to be a good conduit and not take myself too seriously, nonetheless life has been tough. It says in the Cabala that when a person strives to do good the “Other Side” awakens to prevent change in the status quo.

In the laws of sacrifice in the Torah, all sacrifices must be performed at an altar with the exception of two: a goat and a bull which are sacrificed outside, in the world. These two sacrifices expunge the misdeeds performed in the world. The goat because of his hair (hair sucks energy from the body and therefore grows even after death) represents those actions which fed the Other Side and is therefore thrown off a cliff and killed; the bull being on the left hand side of the famous Chariot envisioned by the prophets was the sign of the strength of life. The Bull was killed from behind with a hatchet as a sign of arrogance and murder.

These two brutal sacrifices were meant to both expunge and also to help the human being, jewel of creation, to repent murder and thievery. The sacrifice of one’s life towards a goal can accomplish a lot in this world and the next world when wealth will be measured in good deeds.

11 days left

8/17
Nine days until the release of the Dance of the Pig. I finished the manuscript three days ago and sent it off to my friend for formatting in the PDF format that will became available shortly. The enormity of this project has consumed my life for ten years and the fifty some years before that was spent seeking my purpose in life; life has befuddled me—nothing seemed right.

I once was at a rainbow gathering deep in the mountains, somewhere and I met a man who told me that when he was in high school the teachers gave him a book of all the careers one could pursue; he searched through the book but to no avail. He became despondent over the incident and many years later obviously had still not recovered. I saw him at the eating circle where according to your vessel determines the wealth of your portion. He only had his hands that he cupped in supplication.

Personal, individualistic purpose is not talked about much in the world anymore—not so long ago people were willing to die for love, poetry was written for one indistinct person and patriotism was a matter of honor shared by the populous. For me personally and for the world in general the Dance of Pig comes to fulfill and to culminate—the chaos of my life has suddenly found its fulcrum.

I remember, it was like that forty years ago when I first ingested acid and beneath the night sky ebony but for a myriad of stars that swirled into one point—what I sought; but it was so far away and one would have to be crazy to arrive at that place. I took it upon myself to go upon that journey and as if it were a dream I find myself back where I began 45 years ago, in San Francisco living in North Beach with the Beatniks ready to unleash these powerful secrets which I have brought back from that realm.

The time is close, but it is not here—it is coming moment by moment; the inevitability of this occurrence is like an orgasm about to happen beyond the will of the orgasmized. Everything has changed since finishing the 1200 page book divided into five sections each called a book—the five books of Dovid. With the burden of this mission alleviated, prayer and study have taken on a different dimension; life too has become a flow of endless events transporting me through time a space.

It says in the Torah that when Moshiach comes it will be like awakening from a dream; the whole world will seem different—kindness and charity will be practiced. In the future people will judge themselves on how much they actually need and give the rest to the needy; it is through this practice the human being can approach God who loves creation. As the Bal Shem Tov said when asked how to love God: love what God loves.