Noach-to be restfully at ease. Relaxed in my own world of inner peace. Blocked off and secluded in my self-made box (teiva), protected from the chaos of the world in this bubble.
Any obstruction of this inner peace I gently push away, gracefully floating above, because I know, with a strong sense of inner knowledge, that all is for the best. Backwards my name spells "grace" because when looking back at any struggles I have had in my life, I can clearly see the higher guidance which led me to this place. Therefore, I can now peacefully relax and watch the storm play itself out through the window of my box.
But in here I feel empty.
All creatures, all people, are my friends. I am deeply connected to all of creation. They are a very part of my soul. Of what good is this inner peace if it cannot be shared? I cannot sit here and be at ease while they are all drowning.
So I go outside, I try to speak, but the words come out all wrong. That's not what I meant to say. I didn't mean to speak a word, I meant to speak a feeling. How can I express this Truth which I feel more powerfully than reality itself. What words can possibly describe it? Anything I say only dulls this light and obscures my vision. So I try to scream above the storm, and quickly fall into the trap. I begin to drown along with them by trying to fight fire with fire.
So I run back to my little hole only more confused than before. "Somehow there must be a way," I tell myself while nurturing the wounds.
But as the storm gets stronger my hope gets weaker. There is no common language. The more I speak, the more they think I'm insane. The storm has become their lives, it's their very sustenance. From their view this box looks flimsy, weak, and a cheap escape from reality, from the excitement they call "life".
As that "life" is at the brink of self-destruction, I reach out to grab a few, "that won't save us," they say, "you can't escape this storm." At that moment I give up and fall back into my chair, letting out a sigh, as the final waters sweep the land.
"I did all I could. Now I'll nourish the world from here, I have two of each kind. We'll begin again and make this land a place of calm peacefulness-living without need, without a worry in the world, being nourished by the delight of the radiance of inner selfness.
Way up here, gently floating above the endless sea, far beyond all earthiness…
Stasis………………………..Silence……….………………Emptiness.
Is this what you really want?
A life without need, and therefore without growth? A life without differentiality, where everything is fit under your umbrella? A life without communication, without true relationship? A life without struggles, a life without yearnings?
Let the lesson be learned, and let the sign be seen. Not everyone is called "Noach". That boat could have only saved you because the dimensions were precise to fit every detail of your being. Each person has their own uniqueness, their own dimensions of a box. Each must speak their own language. The rainbow is made of all colors but they are not absorbed into one. Each retains its own unique splendor and that is how we unite.
What you should have done was embrace the storm. Turn it from a storm that destroys into a storm that creates. It will take 10 generations for the one to arise and see the light of the raging fire. An energy plant will be created to channel its destructiveness and illuminate the world.
Every detail of creation will sing in perfect harmony when all the notes will be touched in their own unique way. We will all burst forth with great joy, dancing together. Then "a new light on Tzion will arise, and ALL will be worthy of its light." Amen.