My first year of Rabbinical school is complete. I would say that school’s out for summer and I’m free, but many of this year’s hardest lessons concerned my penchant for escape, for lunging away from reality and into some delusive horizon. In the winter, I dreamed that I was a turtle swimming in the ocean, my shell protecting me in the pitch black current. My rabbi, a hot Jungian analyst, told me: the turtle is the Torah. He got me!
Over the past months, I staged a classic tantrum about how this wasn’t my path, how I’m an artist, and so on, ad nauseum. But in reality, this binding and submission—in the style of Wonder Woman’s lasso fetishism, and the Jewish leather tfillin—has forced me into my own life. It’s brought me love, awakened my talent and given me a shot at daily creative ritual. The chances of my sabotaging it are still high. All I can do is turn it over to the higher ups.
The tea is that I studied Zohar, the text of the Kabbalah, and my consciousness will never be the same. The Zoharists were a group of ancient mystics who would sleep all day and then set off on midnight walk-and-talks, contemplating the bible and its mythology. Essentially, they were the original ravers. You can learn more about Kabbalah via my podcast (video below). The Kabbalists delivered to the world the concept of the ten spheres of the tree of life, a system just like the planets or chakras, whose aspects can reveal our own divine nature. And I’ve taught myself how to “read” the spheres.
These readings are wild: we connect to your Old Testament archetypes, angels, elements and beyond, to make sense of whatever you’re going through. It’s very fun and I hope we can play around with it together. You can book one here.
In that spirit, I’m offering a 20% discount on all readings, with the code SUMMER26 and SUMMERGIFT26. Books are wide open and I want to see you already!
All my love,
David Odyssey
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