BECAUSE the strange word “PaRaDiSe” is code for a fourfold intelligence, by which to free the Sacred Feminine from exile. This buried treasure and how to unearth it is hinted to in Song of Songs, 4:12-13: “my sister, my bride; a lost garden, a spring dried up; a fountain sealed. Your plants are a PaRaDiSe of pomegranates with choice fruits, with henna and nard,”
When the female part of me can’t be heard and understood, the male part of me can’t wait, leading me to speak and act compulsively. This is the PaRaDiSe lost by Adam and Eve (the two sides of my brain). For me to recover sentience (the feminine capacity to feel and sense), I must die to the thought that I am the body (a man or a woman). I am then reborn to a mind equally created male and female (regardless of my gender) and, as such, heavenly.
But where is the door?
An ancient legend speaks of FOUR rabbis of the Mishnaic period (1st century CE) who knocked at the door of the Pardes, that is, of the “orchard.” Pardes is a FOUR-lettered word – letters PRDS, since S/Hebrew has no vowels. It is also an acronym for FOUR levels of understanding of the “PaRaDoX,” the paradox being “God’s” language:
- P is for Pshat as a “Practical and Plain” context: this is the understanding of street-smart instinct, transmitted by the voice of my body.
- R is for Remez, as a “Reflective wink:” this is the understanding of emotional intelligence, via the messages sent by my feelings, for good or bad.
- D is for Derush, as the”inquiry” that knows the Difference: this is the understanding of cognitive intelligence, sent as the silences in-between.
- S sounds as and is Sohd, as the “Secret:” this is the understanding of spiritual intelligence; the intuition transmitted by the voice of my heart.
As always, S/Hebrew and English are a match made in heaven to convey codes that were thus far incomprehensible. I still must make a quantum jump and realize that I am not over here reading scriptures or codes that are over there! To find the door to PaRaDiSe, I must accept that I am who makes the choice, consciously or not, to observe what is in the world, and thus, in the word.
Words don’t lie; I do! If I can’t see the “orchard” for the tree and if my eyes are clouded with longing, it is simply because I am yet to go out on the limb, where the blessing – be fruitful and multiply – is waiting for me…