THE HOLY KABBALAH (One of the most important posts, read it!)

 

KABBALAH 

(One of the most important posts, read it!)

If It Is Permitted for Us to Study Kabbalah Today, Why Have I Never Heard Any of This Before?

There are times in history when the world trembles silently beneath its own weight, when every leaf that falls and every breath drawn carries the ache of something immense pressing toward birth. We are living in such a time. The sages called it hevlei Mashiach—the birth pangs of the Messiah. But there is something far more dangerous than the pain. It is the numbness. The forgetting.

We have fallen so far that we no longer remember what it means to reach. We have forgotten how to yearn. Our souls are parched, and we have ceased even to thirst. This is the deepest exile—not of the body but of the longing itself. It is the Sha’ar haNun, the Fiftieth Gate of Tumah, the place from which there is no return unless there is awakening. Unless there is fire.

In past generations, the inner fire of Torah was hidden, veiled beneath layers. The Kabbalah, the sod, the very sof—the secret and the end of Torah—was guarded closely, lest the unworthy misuse its light and fall into greater darkness. But this generation is different. It is no longer a question of worthiness. The fire must be revealed because we are unworthy. The hour is too late for concealment.

When evil wears the garments of light, when truth is mocked and falsehood enthroned, when even the righteous are tempted to despair—drastic measures are called for. The soul must be reminded of what it once knew. The whisper of pre-creation must be stirred again. And that whisper is found in the hidden teachings, in the Kabbalah, in the rootlight of Torah.

To study Kabbalah now is not a luxury. It is not a privilege reserved for the pure. It is a lifeline. A mitzvah. A call to arms for the remnant who still remember, however dimly, that they were sent here to lift the fallen sparks. To separate light from darkness. To say “yehi or”—let there be light—even in the face of overwhelming shadow.

And our sages knew this. They told us that in the generation of Mashiach, the barriers would fall. That what was once reserved for the few must now be offered to the many. Rabbi Chaim Vital, in the name of the Ari, wrote that in the final generations, it would be not only permitted but obligatory to study the inner Torah, for without it, we would not survive the birth pangs.

This is not mysticism as escape. This is mysticism as medicine. As memory. As the only thing that can still pierce the veil of amnesia and awaken the slumbering soul. We do not study to soar; we study to remember why we ever longed to.

And in that remembrance, the Shekhinah begins to rise.

The sparks you lift may seem small, broken, silent. But each one bears the imprint of the Infinite. And as we gather them, one by one, the shattered Name begins to heal. And with it, the world.

We do not wait for the Redemption. We become it.

~ YCM Gray, 2 Tammuz 5785.

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