“Young Stephen Hawking meets Jane, his wife-to-be, and introduces himself as a cosmologist. “What’s cosmology?” she asks. He answers: “the religion for intelligent atheists.” “What do cosmologists worship?” she persists. “A single unifying equation that explains everything in the universe.” A Theory of Everything – the movie
“We are all agreed that your theory is crazy. The question which divides us is whether it is crazy enough to have a chance of being correct.” Niels Bohr
I am nothing like I expected, if only because I was born as a girl! The next surprise occurred when I first meet the genius (and daemon) that expresses itself through me and taught the 3-year-old in me how to read and write. My uncanny gift in languages gave me much pleasure, each new word being like a mini-book that opened up real programs for me to explore countless universes. But it also split me from the world. Because of it, I lived my entire life in social distancing. I grew up with no siblings, no friends, no pets, and no real relating with my family. I just had words for confidents. It was heartbreaking for me to be at once so tangibly approached by the divine, and so reluctant to accept a call that would equate to being alone for the rest of my life.
Time passed. I changed continents. I learned English. I started painting. I continued writing. Books followed books. I remember a pivotal moment when I was invited to hear the teachings of a Rinpoche. The Buddhist Way of which he spoke was so beautiful that I couldn’t stop crying. I was torn between the very real desire to follow the Buddhist teachings and the sense that, if I did, I would betray my heritage. The Teacher of Truth offered: “then it becomes your work to bring health to your tradition.” His words acted as a powerful reminder of the calling I had heard as a child:
WANTED: a symbologist to decode the Soul of the Torah (the Five Books of Moses in their original version), and reveal that Hebrew is a metalanguage – a language beyond all languages vibrating as the frequency of “enough.” Your job is first to enter in resonance with it, and then use it to light a path that restores health in ALL levels of communication by allowing the use of wholesome Power.
JOB REQUIREMENTS: you are a child at “heART” but also resilient enough to withstand extreme depths of ecstasy and agony. You can transmute these feelings into an expression so pure that it spontaneously combusts into the wisdom of practicality. You are willing to see your ambitions tamed by dismal failure until you learned that it’s not about you. You are born female, encrypted with a Jewish matrilinear DNA directly linked to Africa, the cradle of civilization. Henceforth, you are passionate about languages and well-traveled. You must suffer from an advanced polarity disorder, and be so “seriously” disembodied that your life will depend on your finding an authentic healing device.
I had all these “Powers.” What I didn’t have was a choice.
In times of great resistance, “the Universe” would send angels (aren’t we all?) to help me ground this mission impossible. Michael Wolf may just be the greatest of all my angels, a being extraordinary enough to dare being ordinary, someone whose name asks the ultimate question (Michael in Hebrew means “who is like God?”). He is also my brother, since, just like me, he made it his work to evolve his heritage – Christianity – to the holistic level it has when it honors Judaism as its mother and father while also vibrating with a frequency that resonates with Buddha, Sangha and Dharma.