From Cabala of Light by Jaime Barylko p 73-74, anonymous translator


In Babylon, Crete, Egypt, Sumeria, in all the world, it is known that existence is divided into well differentiated sectors: the divine and the human; heaven and earth; the world of ideas and the market; the family relationship and relations with other people.

The prophet is an overstated extremist: he wants everything to become One. He is a burning bush. It doesn’t warm. It burns.

Moses’ brother is called Aaron. He is a priest. He shares the prophet’s ideas in principle. But he understands that the people have to be educated in order to attain the realization of these ideas, they have to be treated both in a pedagogical and in a political manner. It is necessary to speak to them in a language they may understand. It is necessary to comprehend their needs and conciliate them with the demands of the prophet. You have to pass from the extremism of demand to the mediating concession.

The priest is a psychologist, a sociologist, a didact, a man dedicated to find and shape those means that allow people to access holiness, OR TO ITS SIMULACRUM.

The means is the Temple, taken as a symbol. And all prescribed forms related to the temple: the sacrifices, the prayers.

The priest makes God suited to men. Man is willing to sacrifice animals, moneys, things to God, SO THAT God may protect him. It is the business world transfered to the things of heaven.

In this way man is able to “understand” God and “holiness”.

Aaron, brother of Moses, the prophet, knows it: the Temple is not a necessity of God; it is a necessity of men. Then he concedes it.

The temple, the sacrifices, the rituals are pedagogic MEANS to educate man towards the ultimate demands of the prophet. Aaron knows it, and in fact, he makes plans for it.

But the means once institutionalized become the ends, and it is forgotten that they were created pedagogically for another thing. The priest, at first, brother of the prophet, in time becomes independent and stops being the mediator between the ideal extreme and the real extreme. He institutionalizes himself.

A war begins. Institutionalized “holiness” turns into business as any other business. And it must be maintained and preserved. Anyway, men delight in having everything neatly separated: the Temple, the brothel, home, the market.

That may be happiness. The priests are in service to that happiness in which God, Cesar, Satan, Serpent, Mother, Son, Brother, each one has its own.

It´s a pity that there is a being that does not submit to those principles and never ends failing and quitting the game many times lost: HE IS THE PROPHET. He is a public danger. He appears in the Temple and says that sacrifices avail to nothing, that fasting is useless, that God does not exist in that enclosure, because everyone has blood stained hands.

The priest´s eyes are injected with unmanageable rage. The prophet is his biggest enemy and the biggest enemy of every moral regimen organized into clearly differentiated layers and sectors. He is a disintegrating element. A traitor.

Kings applaud priests, they love them, they caress them, they boost them, they promote them.

“Hail to the Temple, with God, or without him”, say kings and priests.

The bush burns and is not consumed. A thousand ways are devised to extinguish the fire. It’s passion of love, and does not quench.

The thing to do is to ignore it, decide the kingly priests. But there are nights in which they keep awake and shake of fear.

The bush is still burning. Heavy showers and storms and floods cannot prevail against it. It has time. It has faith. It doesn´t think, it doubts not. If it is not today, it will be at the end of times. Faith is absurd. It has no reason to exist. Reason is absurd, it does not serve to live and depends on the faith you have on it, as Moud used to say.

The bush is not in libraries, nor in specialized magazines. It is in the desert. It waits and confides. Someone will pass by and will listen a voice, and will get the message, and will run to transmit it. Someone that lives for someone. Even if he suffers, he is never frustrated. He trusts and waits for the message to be taken by an unknown somebody, and it will fecundate, it will fecundate.