Adam Kadmon and the Cross

Not everyone, as I have said, will find themselves beginning this study as I began. We all walk the same path (James 2:10), but awareness of the journey comes at different points in the walk for different people (Rom. 5:8). Some may need to begin, consciously, at Malkuth, the tenth emanation, also known as "Kingdom.

In the simplified view of the meanings of Malkuth, this is the foot of the earthly cross of Messiah Y'shúa, as implied earlier. If you have yet to come to know ImmanuAL, the inward personage of Mashiyach, whose yoke is easy and whose burden is Light-- you must begin at this parable sooner or later, whether consciously or not; for the Presence of HaShem opens only to his own (John 10:1-2, 11-14; Rev. 3:7); and it is at Golgotha that one declares his fealty.

No man can come to the Father, except the Father draws him in, but any man can knock on the door. Every door has two sides, so apply the teaching by Y'shúa by taking it up a notch, "In all things whatsoever ye would that (men) should do to you, do ye even so to (them): for this is the law and the prophets" (Matt. 7:12). If you would have HaShem open unto you, you must first open unto Him (Rev. 3:20).

Even so I began, before my first encounter with Adam Kadmon, having become disgusted with a worldly life of mixed success. As I looked forward to the various futures possible for me in the world of men, I concluded that the best of them could not satisfy my soul; and I gladly left everything, counting it as nothing, to wander here and there between pivotal locales of my abandoned life, having decided that nothing mattered to me more than a personal acquaintance with the illusive man called Jesus. Even in this context of personal resolve and religious preconditioning, however, I had but a dim awareness of what I was doing, day to aimless day; and I had hardly any inkling of what turns my life might take if my spiritual hunger were to be satisfied.

I was so nearly a fool! My mind was still imprisoned by religious expectations hammered into me from infancy; and I nearly believed, subconsciously, that I would encounter Messiah-- literally-- on some street, somewhere!  And, so, I did, after a fashion: but not on the street. just off of it, while taking a stolen rest on a poker table in New York City's Greenwich Village, at a place, now gone, called "Singapore Sam's Cafe Caricature." I remember thinking, through the confusion of drugs, "There must be some way to talk with God directly!

And there is! I remember my head turning (I'm quite sure I didn't turn it), then seeing-- as it were-- a hole appear in the dilapidated wall to my right, providing a curtained window to unknown regions through an ambient halo of green. "I wonder what that is?" I thought. "Maybe it's the Holy Spirit," came an answer.

I deserved the retort, but not the blessing of its promise. A "dreamer" from my youth and now given into drugs, I had become accustomed to such things as voices that seemed to come from nowhere. Portions of the universe had appeared and disappeared, unexpectedly, without explanation, after all. As consequence, I gave the experience a brief moment of such serious thought still possible to my hedonistic mind; and I expected no real answer to what I had not seriously recognized as a prayer. My expression of interest had more of an aside than a prayer. The "Holy Spirit?" Far out! I gave a mental shrug to the dimly measured and (I thought) somewhat sarcastic remark from the corners of consciousness. I was ready to give the whole episode leeway to recede, quietly, into my subconscious.

Immediately, as the thought began to fade, it was as though a balloon filled with heavy air had burst over my body: whoosh! . . . and I was no longer my own, although I had yet to realize it. Nothing had prepared me for the magnanimity of God's grace and the free gift of his salvation, which is the presence of his Holy Breath within the hearts of his children. By the way, I don't capitalize God's pronouns; for we are made in accordance with his likeness and his image, and male and female created he them.

Just minutes after baptism in the Holy Spirit, I heard a commotion on the Street. "Guess I'll go see what's happening," I thought. When I came to the stoop at the front of the store, I saw a big black man walking down the street and waving his arms, saying, "Praise God! Hallelu-Yah! You people don't know nothing, but I know! Praise God!" As I watched him near the corner of Bleecker Street, my conscious thought was, "There goes another nut!" The old man in me scoffed, but the subconscious mind of the babe being born in me watched with eyes filled with wonder.