Archive for January, 2007

The Name - השם

Names are big deal in both Judaism and Paganism. Names are so important in Judaism that we even call God, “The Name.” (השם) In both of my spiritual communities I stand out as a bit of an oddity because I don’t have a “name.” I’m just Carly.

Now you are probably reading this asking, “what about Chava Chai (חוה חי)?” Right, well — actually — write. I only use that name in writing. It’s me when I’m writing words on paper, but not when I’m standing next to you. Only once has that name been used for me aloud and I felt like it was mine. There was a time that even though no one called me by a special name, I had one for myself and would use it in ritual environments. Years ago I was asked in a ritual, “what is your name in this place?” The answer came quickly and easily, and it wasn’t Carly.

This past week, I was at the second week of Kohenet intensive training. Someone pointed out that I have a problem with my name. I disagreed, but then it was pointed out that I didn’t even put it on my calling cards. I had “Peeling a Pomegranate” and the URL — but not my name. Now when I made the cards, my focus was on the site — not me personally — but isn’t that odd?

When I got home I started to talk it over with my husband and he pointed out that I’ve always had an issue with how little thought was put into naming me. My parents have always told me that my name was picked out of a book on the way to the hospital. I was supposed to be a boy — they picked the name at the last minute, “just in case.” My parents didn’t give me a Hebrew name either, my older sister was given one — but I guess they just didn’t bother with me. I picked my own Hebrew name when I started Hebrew school — Carmeit. I named myself after the most beautiful woman who was a cousin to an exchange student who lived with me when I was five or six years old. She died a couple of years later. She was the first person I cared about who died — so I chose her name.

That name while holding nostalgia, lost meaning over the years. That’s why I took on Chava Chai (חוה חי) about four years ago, but no one actually calls me that. I think the problem is that I’m tired of naming myself. I actually want someone to care enough to name me this time. I think the name will come either at the first or second Kohenet initiation. I see my future self so intricately tied to being a Kohenet that the name will come as part of this experience. I do know one thing though — I won’t be naming myself again. Maybe I’ll grow into Chava Chai (חוה חי), maybe I’ll grow into something/one else. The name will come, but not from me. Whether it’s from human lips or Divine emanation that rings in my ears, I can live with either. I just can’t name myself again.


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Embroidery and Art have Moved!

I’ve decided that I wanted to delve more into my embroidery and artwork, but didn’t want to dilute the focus of this site. So, I’d like to announce the an extension to this site, http://embroidery.peelapom.com.

This new site, which you’ll notice looks quite similar to this one, will house my embroidery work and other related information. I’ve been created pieces that are just fun and not directly related to earth-based Judaism, which I wanted to share. But this site is not the right place.

I’ll occasionally post notices on this site if I’ve posted a new piece to embroidery.peelapom.com that I think will be of interest. I’m also working on several pieces right now that are illustrations of midrash I’ve written. I will be posting those here along with the midrash.

Do I Believe in Go(d)dess(es)?

My sister and her husband came over for dinner on New Years Day. While we live in the same city, we actually hadn’t seen each other much for a couple of months. Because of this we ended up exchanging Hanukkah gifts that night. One of my gifts to my sister was a copy of Magickal Judaism. She had wanted a copy of the book, not because she’s particularly interested in the subject matter — but because she thought it was cool her sister was in it.

This lead to a fairly surprising conversation, given that my sister is pretty much an atheist. No, she is an atheist. What’s surprising is that her non-belief is as centered and rational as my belief. Most people I meet who are atheists are so in a reactionary way. They’ve suffered a trauma and it caused them to lose faith. My sister and I are polar opposites on this, because she never had faith or any interest in things spiritual. While I’ve always had a spiritual leaning. Her lack of need for spiritual discovery astounds me. She really doesn’t seem to need it. This all being said, she’s also very active in a variety of social causes and has worked in the non-profit sector for years. She dedicates herself to making the world a better place. How Jewish is that!?!

But I digress. We started discussing God. What I realized is that her understanding and definition of God is a very common one, but one that I do not see, feel, experience and certainly don’t believe in. It’s very much the old man/woman who looks down on the world and plays us like chess pieces. Okay, maybe it’s not that extreme. But here’s the main issue. She insisted that God has to have a consciousness the way we understand it, which I think is what most Americans and many others believe.

The thing is that I don’t “believe” in God. I experience Divine energy. It’s not about belief. I feel, smell, and hear it. It’s something that I can not easier dismiss than the sunrising in the morning. It just is. But, that Divinity is not necessarily conscious on a human level. I’ve always felt that God is really a sacred fire that can emanate and appear in a variety of forms. It’s one of the reasons that I love the kabbalistic concept of Ein Sof. Ein Sof has no consciousness, it just is. Ein Sof as the energy expands from Ein Sof it can take a variety of forms, from a rainbow to a pillar of fire or an angel, and manifest itself to humanity. These are not Ein Sof — they are a part of Ein Sof, but not the whole. They are both independent and part of a great whole, just like mitochondria of our cells can operate independently our conscious minds.

So this leads to another question. If I don’t believe in a conscious God, why do I pray? I had an epiphany about this today. I don’t pray TO God. I pray WITH God. By praying I send my intention, my will my kavanah out to the Divine energy in hopes that it will sway it in one direction or another. Some many times in life, it just comes down to asking for what you want — so of course I pray. If I don’t, I can’t add my energy to all the other energy pulsing through the world.

How can he not believe that God is real,
I don’t understand how he could feel that way. When
There’s earth air water and fire.
So many different flowers, sunshine and rain shower,
So many different crystals and hills and volcanoes.

That’s how I know that God is real
– India.Arie (listen to a clip on Amazon)

So in the end, I don’t believe in God. I feel her/him with every fiber of my being. Maybe not every moment of every day, but that’s what prayer and ritual exist for — to allow us to remember. At Hanukkah this year I decided to physically do a re-dedication. Every night of the holiday I went outside to my circle space and gave offerings of wheat, barley and olive oil. I announced to the world that a great miracle happened there! I then announced that a great miracle lives here! Sparks of the Divine, God - the great unknowable fire, dwell in the world and in everyone and everything — and so I dedicated that space that earth as my temple. And I assure you that by the last two nights, I felt the Shekhinah, the manifest presence of Ein Sof, with out any question. I do not believe she was there. I do not believe I felt something. I know what happened. I know that chills ran up my spine and that the world around me grew crystal clear for a few moments. It’s not about belief.


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