PARALLEL PARASHA ACHAREI: GETTING THE CHOMETZ OUT BY SEEKING FORGIVENESS AND RIGHTING WRONGS

PARALLEL PARASHA ACHAREI

    GETTING THE CHOMETZ OUT BY SEEKING FORGIVENESS AND RIGHTING WRONGS

                                                            By Evelyn Hayes April 14, 2014

 What does Pesach have to do with Yom Kippur?

What does the holiday of freedom have to do with the Day of Atonement?

Confession, Repentance, Atonement

There was contamination in Mitzrayim;

False gods sent man off the derech;

Involved in the forbidden, doing misdeeds in hiding,

Then out of the Holy land one is sliding

Purity in the name but impurity in the situation

Purity of the land but deviation.

Misinterpreting Hachlachah for personal deceit 

A Breaching from His teachings, and His ways is misguiding.

Misled and misleading brings slavery, calamity, tragedy

Slavery is still in place when there is insecurity in reactions

Following mis-rulers, the majority,

Inappropriate authority

Lack of self control is without reason

Hands tied, feet chained, manners nullified

Heart sad, mind blinded, midos annulled.

Atonement requires cleansing, mending, emancipation, rectification, actualization of good.  

Self-Instillment is an installment for correction,

with the laws of Hashem, the commandments, the decrees.

What does Pesach have to do with Yom Kippur?

Why is there freedom when there is exodus?

When the sins are confessed, tossed at all cost

Mezora,  Teshuva, Replacement  of slavery with Service for Hashem.

When goodness is the personification, no longer is one lost.

Service to Hashem reserves guela for His nation, a light for all.

Tehillim 22 A Lesson on Futility –Why We Need to Ask Why

Tehillim 22 A Lesson on Futility –Why We Need to Ask Why 

                              By Evelyn Hayes Pesach, 5774,  2014–04–16

Dear Gd, Why have You forsaken me?

Dear Gd, why aren’t You saving us?

Don’t You see my plight in the day and night?

Don’t You see their wrongs, the shame?

The Jew they blame.

Dear Gd, Why is this time different?

Dear Gd, Why are You indifferent?

All seeing, Israel trusted and You delivered them.

All knowing, I trust that You know and will stop prime evil

The Jew You bore.

Dear Gd, Save me from Yismael and Esau, Don’t let me decay

Dear Gd, Why do You hide Your face,

I am so pained,  A victim of their sword,

The lion, the dog, the horns of the reimim, the wild horde,

I am the Jew who hopes.

Dear Gd, It’s You I praise

Dear Gd, I will mend my ways

Don’t You want the Jew to be forever?

Don’t You see that he is never and will I be next?

There’ll be one Jew less.

Dear Gd, A Pesach sacrifice,

Dear Gd, Your people are despised.

Arise,  give us back our love, our land, Eretz Hakodesh

Arise,  give us Your blessings and protection

The Jew pledges righteousness.

Dear Gd, A Pesach exodus.

Dear Gd, Let our people renew their dreams

Dear Gd, Let Your people be redeemed

Let there be veneration for You and pride in us.

The Jew will seed another generation.

Dear Gd, there’s so much in our past

Dear Gd, the trials and tributes

Reflection, Introspection, determination

Not termination

The Jew will be Israel again.

By Yaakovs, Yosefs, Davids, Shlomos, Moshe Rabbeinu

By Torah affirmation, tehillim, truth

With Your aid, we will know victory

With Your strengthening, we will know victory

The Jew who follows You will lead the world. 

METZORAH, PURIFICATION, SPRING CLEANING, PESACH By Evelyn Hayes, April 3, 2014

METZORAH,  PURIFICATION,  SPRING CLEANING,  PESACH

                                                                           By Evelyn Hayes,

                                                                           April 3, 2014

There is rebirth in the air,

Messy afterbirths are everywhere.

Every time we sweep more dried blossoms fall,

more shrivelilngs of the birthshell sprinkle the Jerusalem floors

How much debris from rebirth?

How much waste to purify the earth?

A metzora is outside the gate

Cleaning up his fate without talking it to sway..

Alone with his introspection

Reflection on rejections

The deficiency is isolated, not pardoned with affirmations of disinformations

To be reinstated from the core not the infiltrations of saying for delaying. .

Return is back into the borders

Taking orders of all the Cohanim for just himself

A punishment for selfishness, stinginess and excuses

By gossiping on the ruses.

Return with sin offerings, guilt offerings,

Swinging birds and turtle doves, lambs for lament;

Immersions into mikveh

Scrubbbing out the chometz, the mold, the should not be told.

A service before Hashem not them

Who pose as friends so he could be an over-seen

An offering for a healing away from the mingling, mangled ,

the wheeling and dealing under cloak of  screen.

There is rectification for the metsora, the house, the walls, the halls, all

There is a spring to cleaning, shaving hair and waving…

Purifying middle part of ear, thumb of right hand, toe of right foot.

The simanim, the secret of seven and Marchesvan 11.

Is the cleaning sufficient to fix his ways

The exile for seven days

And the dancing with Gd on the eighth

What does the crimson string have to do with it?

There is an exodus this time of year

Washing, wiping, stripping

All the chometz over soaked and dripping

There is more daylight in spring, Without darkness they don’t dare.

 There is freedom this time of year, primavera

Having isolated the germ-in-us

 Terminated chummery and calumny

Reviving the hibernated, the pure core.

So bright are the days of exodus

When the introspect is free of me-ists and their lusts

When the introspect is sanctified against malignancy

When the world knows His regency. Him, not them 

I PRETENDED I DID NOT SEE

By Evelyn Hayes,

Author of the Plague Series because their hearts were softened to accept the unacceptable.

© February 24, 2014

I pretended I did not see.

I pretended I did not hear.

I pretended I did not know.

 I pretended I wasn’t there.

I pretended I was not we.

And I saw the bullying, the slandering, the intimidating, the vicious thuggery-

So smug and cruel

Against the rules.

I pretended it wasn’t so bad.

I pretended there was some glad.

I pretended they were right.

I pretended majority means truth -so what if they are uncouth!

And I saw the ruthlessness, the abusiveness, the comradery against their ridiculed.

Shame, I wasn’t a fool:

There was a duel against righteousness.

I pretended as their brazenness got more evil, inconceivable, more provocative, more distasteful, less lawful.

I pretended I was not responsible.

I pretended I was not irresponsible.

I pretended I was innocent Just a bystander

And I saw the sadness from their madness

And I saw the tears from the jeering, jabbing, jabbering, damaging demented actions.

And I saw no smiles nor gladness, just stress and strain, loneliness, loss,

 from such cruelty without restraint.

And when  I thought, “So Shameful” It was too late.

The pain had been too great.

It was too late.

Because of the meanness of those ravaging against correctness,

a royalty for such a comradery created  such dejectedness

And I reflected: I could have interfered

And there would have been another fate

A better act than hate.

But I had failed to react

And I cried, tried to hide that I could have done something.

I could have been a righteous friend

And not let there be such an end to innocence, uniqueness, blessedness, dreams so grand. 

I could have stopped the recklessness, the offensive. Oppressive. Massiveness, divisiveness of a misguided majority 

riding on the power of disempowerment for an unheavenly stake.

If only I had done what I could, what I should have done

Against what I saw, heard, witnessed, knew…

I pretended and now I know I am guilty too.

I would have made a difference if not pretending indifference.

I pretended, but I was aware

And I cared but did nothing

And the victim is now nothing, is no more. Is no more.

I failed the test of reaction, action.

I did not give support. I did not retort. I did not report the crime.

I did not fight for right.

I did not make an alliance against noncompliance, violence, wrong.

I failed the test.

Will I be next? 

I PRETENDED I DID NOT SEE

I PRETENDED I DID NOT SEE

By Evelyn Hayes,

Author of the Plague Series because their hearts were softened to accept the unacceptable.

© February 24, 2014

I PRETENDED I DID NOT SEE

By Evelyn Hayes,

Author of the Plague Series because their hearts were softened to accept the unacceptable.

© February 24, 2014

I pretended I did not see.

I pretended I did not hear.

I pretended I did not know.

 I pretended I wasn’t there.

I pretended I was not we.

And I saw the bullying, the slandering, the intimidating, the vicious thuggery-

So smug and cruel

Against the rules.

I pretended it wasn’t so bad.

I pretended there was some glad.

I pretended they were right.

I pretended majority means truth -so what if they are uncouth!

And I saw the ruthlessness, the abusiveness, the comradery against their ridiculed, boycotted, spurned.

Shame, I wasn’t a fool:

There was a duel against righteousness.

I pretended as their brazenness got more evil, inconceivable, more provocative, more distasteful, less lawful.

I pretended I was not responsible.

I pretended I was not irresponsible.

I pretended I was innocent Just a bystander

And I saw the sadness from their madness

And I saw the tears from the jeering, jabbing, jabbering, damaging demented actions.

And I saw no smiles nor gladness, just stress and strain, loneliness, loss,

 from such cruelty without restraint.

And when  I thought, “So Shameful” It was too late.

The pain had been too great.

It was too late.

Because of the meanness of those ravaging against correctness,

a royalty for such a comradery created  such dejectedness

And I reflected: I could have interfered

And there would have been another fate

A better act than hate.

But I had failed to react

And I cried, tried to hide that I could have done something.

I could have been a righteous friend

And not let there be such an end to innocence, uniqueness, blessedness, dreams so grand. 

I could have stopped the recklessness, the offensive. Oppressive. Massiveness, divisiveness of a misguided majority 

riding on the power of disempowerment for an unheavenly stake.

If only I had done what I could, what I should have done

Against what I saw, heard, witnessed, knew…

I pretended and now I know I am guilty too.

I would have made a difference if not pretending indifference.

I pretended, but I was aware

And I cared but did nothing

And the victim is now nothing, is no more. Is no more.

I failed the test of reaction, action.

I did not give support. I did not retort. I did not report the crime.

I did not fight for right.

I did not make an alliance against noncompliance, violence, wrong.

I failed the test.

Will I be next? 

From Concept to Conception By Evelyn Hayes (c) February 19, 2013

From Concept to Conception

By Evelyn Hayes

(c) February 19, 2013

A disunity among disunities

Chaos without clarity

Clashing, trashing, crashing, mashing

Mind and Matter

Bits and Pieces

Finds and Refinements

Worries and Discoverings

A flood of happenings fertilizing a wasteland;

Meaning from meaninglessness

Learning from the bitter taste of hostility and haste

Building from the disability of dis-enablement

A blossom from wretchedness

And a desire to pass the test

Of making the detestable acceptable

In another form,

A pleasant form

A fertile form

A weeding form using seeds and sense

To defend the defiled

A protrusion from erosion, corruption and corrosion

A rectification by right of wrong

Barrenness cracked open

Hacked and hoed, birthing and growing

Blossoming into a beginning

Ending all the endings

Fixing broken hearts and sad souls

From dead ends

To turning the bend

And extending lost starts,

Over tossed,

Failing all of us

The ailing caused by take and unmake

A conception, rebirth, un-skinning the schemers

Replacing schemes with dreams,

the ancient dreams that did not die

though killed, unfulfilled,

stilled

only to be reborn

by the stubbornness of trying again

because Hashem’s way is the winning way for life’s sake.

L’chaim

From Concept to Conception

For Eternity

Internalized

Risen and rising

Raising all the impossibilities to the possible

Because the heavens and earth

Mind and body

Mental and physical

Are a unification for unity

With purity and perfection for all

Forevermore

According to the directions of The Director,

His theme and us, His team

Harvesting His concepts into His conception

Generating Genesis.

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Turning Darkness into His Light - Tehillim Therapy #57© July 4, 2011

(c) July 4, 2011

I plea to be spared more distress

as those who steal

have no shame to lie

as the magnitude of the pain they cause is not comprehended

and the damages are ignored

the twisting of my days

the destroying of my nights

all for their personal gain, no matter the crime,

because of their assumed status, their costume.

Favor me, O L-rd.

Eradicate evil and all its pain.

Replace it with good

in the merit of those who serve You not for themselves

but for the betterment of Klal Yisrael

for truth

seeking justice and peace

with kindness and love.

Comfort me who suffers and only believes in Your ways of Derech Eretz

as lived by the Matriarchs and Patriarchs,

our role models,

for the good of the world You created and saw it was good.

Have mercy, O L-rd.

Disconnect me from the horrors of evil men

who only believe in themselves

choosing untruths above your basic laws

no matter who they harm.

Their tongues are so crooked , a shell for their crimes.

Protect me from their victimizations and the silence of the masses

who do not risk getting involved

thus compounding the crime,

thus bowing to please the unjust.

My soul and heart seek the comfort of Mother Rachel

to whom You promised her tears to be rewarded.

Too long, I am suffocating by the abuse of the crooked,

the lack of involvement and appeasement of the masses.

I am crying sleepless in the night, blurry eyed in the dawn,

tired during the day, a victim of the takers and their untruths,

the time it takes to rectify, losing my youth, my health and pleasant innocence.

but my heart is steadfast and believes in Your kindness,

and that truth will prevail;

Let it be soon.

Let my enemies be eradicated, ensnared in their own traps.

Let my anguish be replaced with the rest of my years

in the embrace of the good You created and blessed,

harvesting for Your will that will bring Your people back to Gan Eden