I once had a dream where I dreamt that everyone loved something and, I loved the moon. In my dream I perceived it as a woman both elegant and round, filled with blessings , bright and silver shining on me in what comfort would feel like upon my soul. It washed over me, this light filled with love and blessings returned for favor like a mother’s smile to her child when that child has evoked her grace.

In Kabbalah and much Jewish folklore, the Shekinah is represented by the moon. She is the supernal mother birthing her blessings on the people when she is full and watching over them in the night.

Without doubt, I am fond of the moon. When I see it in the sky and feel it’s light wash over me it’s like the very presence of God touching my soul.





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Johnny R Draper



