Showing posts with label qlippot. Show all posts
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Friday 24 January 2020

CHUD






In medieval Kabbalah, 
The Shekhinah is separated in Creation 
from The Sefirot by Man’s Sin
while in Lurianic Kabbalah 
Divinity is exiled in The Qlippot 
from prior initial Catastrophe in Creation. 

This causes “Sparks of Holiness” to be exiled in The Qlippot,
with physical objects redeeming mundane Nogah
while The Three Impure Qlippot 
are elevated indirectly through 
Negative prohibitions. 

Repentance out of Love retrospectively 
turns Sin into Virtue, Darkness into light. 



Creating a Ceremony

  It is possible to create a ceremony to mark the important occasion of returning someone’s gold. 
A young man I was seeing in analysis 
gave me a large chunk of his gold. 
From the beginning, he’d compliment me 
every time we saw each other. 
I’d say, “This is your value. You need to drape it around my neck for a while, but you’re going to take it back eventually,” using this language. 

He kept complimenting me
telling me how valuable I was to him
how lucky he was to have me as his therapist. 
“You’re talking about your own 
inner gold,” I told him.

He was an intelligent and powerful young man, a genius in his own right, and his gold was too heavy for him. He was desperate for someone to take it off his shoulders. So we discussed what was happening and the terms of the exchange, and he fully understood. This went on for almost five years. Then, one day, he said, “I want my gold back.” I had noticed that he was getting restless, so I agreed. “Things are changing,” I said. “Let’s do a 
ceremony to put the gold back in your pocket.”

I conjured up a small piece of gold, the size of a pea, and a few days later we had the ceremony. He held the kernel of gold, shaking, suddenly more aware of what he had been doing. Then he put it in my hands and said, anxiously, “Suppose you don’t give it back?”

I said, “Yeah, suppose.” 
I kept the gold for a while, 
held it in my hand, put it in my pocket, waited a bit, and produced it again. 
Then I ceremoniously put it back into his hands, and he was greatly relieved. I said, “This is your gold, and it belongs only in your pocket. I am honored that you would allow me to hold it for you all these years. But it’s yours, and now it needs to go back to you.” It was a profound moment, a coming-of-age. I had paved the way for returning it when the time was right. Being clear about what is taking place and what is the desired outcome can be very helpful.

It didn’t actually go this easily. The next day, he had his gold all over me again. He couldn’t hold it and wanted me to take it back. The exchange of gold is not entirely a voluntary matter. Sometimes it takes a few round trips. We traded the gold back and forth several more times until one day he could withstand it. Since then, I haven’t heard any more 
about him wanting it back.



Excerpt from: "Inner Gold: Understanding Psychological Projection" by Arnie Kotler. 

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