The unraveler’s language is silence. And plenty of it. Fast and silent. It’s a full, rich language, not at all passive. It travels everywhere, speaks everywhere. Approach him carefully, respectfully, quietly. Take your time. Learn his tempo, his tone, and finally, his language. It’s a pure language; no didkuk, grammar, to speak of.
It can search out everywhere; find anything, starting at the source, unraveling, winding its way past every event, driving with the force of certainty towards its destination. Silent and powerful all the time.
“There is no speech, and there are no words; unheard is their sound. But their precision goes forth throughout the earth, and to the end of the inhabited world their words reach.” (Tehillim 19:3).
Enlist the unraveler’s help to find what lies buried in time.
“Can you help me find it, Mom? I’ve got to find that book.”
“You know which way to go.”
“Give me a brocha, Mom, please.”
“You’ll find it.”
“Maybe you’re just saying that because you’re my mother.”
“I’m not just your mother anymore.”
“Which way should I go?”
“Just go gesunteheit.”
“Which way is gesunteheit?”
“Go with brocha!”
“Should I go to the sky first?”
“Go to the sky.”
“Am I speaking fast enough for the sky?”
“You see already that you are.”
“That’s true…I need to find my book.”
“What makes you think we can help?”
“You see everything, don’t you? You know where my book is.”
“But so many events are taking place. We just observe, it’s not our job to keep track.”
“But if you see, then you saw my book when it was written.”
“True. But that was a few hundred years ago.”
“So what did you see happening with it?”
“We saw it written by a chassid in a little hut in the forest. When he finished with it, we saw him holding it up, a work of perfection. He was in love with it, maybe a little too much, even.”
“Then what happened?”
“It’s painful to remember.”
“Nevertheless, remember and tell.”
“He was killed while loving it. Oh!! (Remembering now; seeing again). His blood spilled over it.”
“We’re waiting for you to fall out, to slow down, so we don’t have to remember more.”
“Won’t happen. Remember. And tell. That’s your job.”
“Ok. He departed. We see his soul going up.”
“Another time for that…The book. What happened to the book?”
“The book stayed there. Covered with blood, but it didn’t matter, because the book was just a form. It was something that was so perfect that its form didn’t matter. It’s down there somewhere, but lifeless. Its real life went up.”
“To the upper strata, above the sky, on the opposite side of the universe of the sub-strata. It was so perfect that it engraved itself into the very lining of the upper strata. You’ll find it there.”
“Can you tell me more?”
“We’ve said enough. Go to the upper strata. Speak its language. Go gesunteheit and with brocha.”
“Can you help me find the book?”
“It’s written in the lining.”
“That’s not our job. Our job is just to provide the lining.”
“But you must know what goes on inside your lining?”
“Do you know everything that goes on inside you?”
“No, but I’m a human being. I can’t be expected to know everything that goes on inside me.”
“I’m also a created thing. Limited, even though my lining is made up of all acts of perfection.”
“Why can’t you know where everything is?”
“My job is containing those acts of perfection, not to categorize them. From a limited, human-being-of-one-generation point of view, it seems that there aren’t many acts of perfection going on. In fact, it clearly looks exactly the opposite. And there is truth to that. But also there are acts of fullness, wholeness, and completion always going on, and there are enough of them occurring to keep my lining full and growing ever fuller all the time. I accept them, absorb them, because they need to be lining the universe, and like what happened when you wrote that book and left your body, these acts of perfection have their time-span in the human stratosphere, and then they have to rise up.
They’re all here.”
“How can I find it, then?”
“You need help.”
“The Unraveler. He knows where everything in history is. Keeps track of every event and its movements through history. If you know how to communicate with him, you’ll be led to your book. Go gesunteheit and with brocha.”
Ok. They all say to go with brocha. I’ll go with brocha.
© 2020 Yaakov Branfman
Yaakov Branfman developed Jerusalem In Sight (http://jerusaleminsight.blogspot.com/), which is dedicated to accessing the profound beauty and depth of Jerusalem and its unique insights through explorations in vision to arrive at the solutions it can provide, the ones we need.