A vision of the Third Holy Temple of Jerusalem, what will it look like? Can we picture in our mind's eye, how we can invent, remodel, and decorate The Third Holy Temple of Jerusalem? To visit Synagogues around the world, a pathway from Shul to Shul, and take a bit here and a bit there, to rebuild our Third Temple with the finest of ideas, a Temple of sparkling gold, silver, copper, bronze, and brass.
A changing room for the Rabbis, Kohens and Levis, to put on their robes of crimson, purples, blues, and whites, an area for white shoes, a washing machine and dryer to wash all clothes, bleach to get the whitest of the whites in our uniforms, our garb of tunics, skirts for women. A place to hang our prayer shawls and lace for women, tree on which to hang kippot.
A stained glass window to cover an entire wall or two or three. A library with holy books of all denominations, the Third Temple to be Non-denominational, a place for all. An availability of all books, a comfortable place to read, sofas, easy chairs, small reading lamps, desks, computers, you name it, it will be here. Shelves and more shelves of prayer books, and The Torah, The Talmud, The Mishnah, The Zohar, The Mishnah Torah...a beautiful Torah Stand for the Cantor to sing made of the finest of carved beautiful wood, a mic system so the Cantor's voice can resound all over the entire Temple, in every room, in every hallway, high on the choir loft.
Torah Scrolls hand-printed by a Scribe with not one error, a Torah covering made of the finest of imported fabrics and original design, glass beads, precious and semi-precious stones, diamonds, silks, velvets, hand woven tapestries.
A place of a café for us to drink coffee or tea, soda, grape juice, apple juice, holy beverages, tables for four, meeting rooms, a place for the Torah, an Ark, a Mishkan, a room of a Chapel to daven. Pure natural moving water for a mikvah and to wash our hands.
This Third Temple being the greatest of all Temples, a place never created before, the best of the best-est ever made, a place to visit with The Lord, a place to pray, to daven, to find out who needs our help and how we can provide it.
The Third Temple is a realistic vision, we as Jews want it to exist, and we will have it.
It is a miracle to have a 90 year old Mother, and all my siblings I was born with. To have a Jewish Father who was accepted into a cemetery with Catholics, him having a coffin with a carved wooden image of Star Of David on it. Him buried in the same cemetery as Al Capone, resting as a Jew peacefully next to the Romans who were responsible for the death of Jesus, as Pontius Pilate was the man to order the execution of Jesus, not any Jew. Pilate was a Roman, not Jewish. Above the head of Jesus was inscribed the words Inris, which is of the Roman language not the Hebrew language. My Mother who is a Catholic will be proudly buried next to a Jew, her husband and I will be in the same grave plot as her Jewish child by choice. We all have this choice, to find a Rabbi to convert us.
Proudly I found a female Rabbi who I asked to convert me. She told me not to hate Jesus the way the Romans did, she told me to make friends with him. He looks in his face like my Great Uncle Abraham Samuel Skoller, a gentle man, a kind man. The Romans misunderstood him. Jesus failed his Rabbinic lessons and became vengeful. To instead feel sorry for Jesus, not to want a death like his. To fear a death like the death of Jesus. To carry peace and calmness on one's shoulders instead of a cross of wood of execution.
To know the history behind the destruction of the two Temples, it was a Babylonian and Roman destruction of these Temples. The Romans not only wanted Jesus destroyed, they wanted the Two Temples destroyed and they accomplished this evil wickedness.
A time to be sad, for the confusion of who murdered who, and for the destruction of our places of worship. To not hate Jesus as did the Romans, and them who put the blame as scapegoats on the Jews.
To have peace and calmness as you know the real story, not a fable, but the real true religious history.
Waiting, a lady in waiting, holding a cup of tea and sipping in rhythm, one sip after the other, small sips, sips dipped according to an orchestral song like fingers on a piano keyboard or fingers texting sliding over the screen on your iPhone.
Deeply breathing then shallowly breathing, counting up to ten in your mind, key into your body as it rests, looking around you at sites that are comforting, leaning on one leg. Leaning on one leg and supporting the weight of your body on a wall, one arm holding you up. On one leg only, resting the other. Remembering The Amidah, singing it softly to yourself, resting on one leg as we daven The Amidah to God, we will return to the Earth as dust after we die. Now to choose life, always to choose life over all other states of being. God getting closer now, as you seek humility.
Lonely? Want to talk to someone while you are waiting, no one to talk to? Talk to God as you patiently wait, ask Him where He is, try to find Him in your location, looking around, seeing a bright golden light, brighter than all the other lights, blink your eyes and the light becomes a light green in color, remembering your kitty cat who had light green eyes. Soft, purring, sitting on your lap, protecting you, lapping up pure, reflective Divine light, slurping up white milk with a furry rough tongue.
Stretch your upper body, flex your shoulders, turn around your head and lean back, again to talk to the Lord, just say, "Hello, where are You?"
Feeling the body go into a meditative calmness, your body easing, listening to the sounds of silence, no sounds you do not want to hear, put your fingers up to your forehead, three fingers of your right hand and sing the "Shema, Hear Israel," and unify yourself with all around you then becoming God everywhere you look, smell, touch, hear, everything as ONE, ONE God, ONE nation under ONE God.
You have successfully waited, now to go merrily on your way.
Eating a cornucopia like a ram's horn trumpeting Shofar filled with frolicking festive fruits, overflowing, dripping down, sliding off, tipping over, swinging back and forth, flying upside down and upright, a fiesta full of candies, sweetness on our lips, the same taste as you tongue the roof of your mouth, a waterfall of swimmingly shooting out chocolate, syrupy brown sugar mixed with white sugar, confectioners sugar, white like snow, a snowfall mixed with pure newly made fresh golden-yellow chunky then melted cow's beautiful butter, cottage cheese under a cheesecloth to be spread over fruit dumplings the native food of the Czech Republic, a Kosher fruit and breaded dumpling, no meats, instead fruits and sugar.
Pop a pop into your mouth, digest it, licking your lips and fingertips, a chocolate Dove Bar, a white chocolate white Dove Bar, doves mixing together white and brown in color, only one taste, a sweet taste, a taste to never forget...
The taste of your fingertips touching your hand washing water before and after you eat.
A white chocolate Dove bird flying away to its home satisfied after a good meal. To laugh after you eat and to sing after you eat, happily sated, all desires fulfilled.
Saving lives, whose lives, what about your life? Can we save lives without being a doctor or nurse? What can we do that is minimal but actually goes a long way, into great in proportions, to cause someone to live longer?
Did you ever think that all you have to do to save a life is to care about someone and to show you care?
Have a Mom or Dad who is elderly? What can we do to enlarge the capacity of their life/lives here on Earth? Did you know that simply a laugh over the phone, a compassionate chuckle, a warmth of love, that you can spread maybe all someone needs during the day to put their locomotive into full swing, that and a cup of hot coffee in the morning!
Can we sing? Our voices can sound like a song to sing, a song to brighten someone up, to cause them to want to sing back. Can we be the early bird who caught the worm and fed it to our Mother bird, or our Father bird, a lioness who brings in the prey for all to chew. No one hungry for food, instead being hungry for love, compassion, mercy, forgiveness, a heart that longs and hungers for another heart, to merge our hearts, to make two hearts together into one heart.
A good morning chirping as a song bird, to cause an afternoon to go well too, a day of all song.
Songs for everyone, a song that brings you into a state of unity with your family and friends. Music from the soul that saves other souls, soulful music, a mended heart, a broken heart no more.
