the High Priest’s cup is full and Ima said the wine had run out.”
Tasting the new wine, Ananias exclaims, “What! Has the best been saved for last?”
Mary gives him a curious look. Before she can ask, Yeshua hushes her with a kiss, her passionate response so arousing that he yearns for dusk. Why not hurry things along, he thinks, as he escorts his bride across the courtyard. With a flourish, he opens the heavy gate and invites the neighbors to join the celebration. “The bridegroom is here. Drink and share my joy for I am married now to my beloved.”
Amidst the growing throng of villagers, Joseph gathers the family to exit with Hava and the Seer. Mary asks concerned, “Your father is upset, why is he leaving?”
“Do not despair, precious wife. They go to prepare the inner sanctum,” He reassures her but she watches Teoma’s retreating back. Praying for strength, Yeshua brings a curl still shiny with spikenard to his lips, “So that you might remember this evening well, please release the effects of the imagined wine.” Blushing, Mary holds tightly onto him. After a long moment her lashes flutter open to reveal a clear sea-green gaze. Giving silent thanks, he takes advantage of one of his wife’s many gifts with a resounding kiss.
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Before the sun can slip past the western ridge, we are carried back to Nazareth on a flower strewn litter. Newly married couples pepper their serenade with verses about the delights of the bridal chamber, warming me thoroughly. Yeshua takes my hand and we go to the inner sanctum. At the stone altar, Hava reads a poetic ketuba describing how our marriage unites the sacred feminine and masculine energies of Eloha. When all have taken their places around the intersecting triangles inlaid into the marble floor, we approach the altar from the east.
Her sadin dyed deep red, Hava’s vibrant hayye emanates from her palms moving through our hands into our hearts. “May this union be blessed with the fertility of creation and the sacredness of the life force.”
“You have embarked upon a great journey and have a unique opportunity to find yourself as Love.” Adorned in a bright orange caftan, Belshazzar hands Yeshua a small stone shaped as a miniature tetrahedron. “This elestial quartz will assist in your mutual comprehension of life, death, and immortality. Place it between you and your beloved during the sacred union and the physical will align with the spiritual.”
Donning saffron yellow, the Seer offers her wisdom. “May your connection be true as you follow your vision. You will not falter for you will be given strength.”
So handsome in his forest green tunic, Teoma gives us his blessing, “I bring you protection from the center of All That Is. Honor the way and the path before you.” Yeshua embraces his dearest friend before Teoma accepts my chaste kiss.
Regal in a dark blue robe, Joseph speaks, “My gift is the security of light which surrounds you both through this sacred union and for all eternity.”
“My beloved Mary and Yeshua,” a glistening tear drops onto Miriam’s lavender sadin, “may you have compassion for yourselves and each other. May your hearts be filled with love and your lives be filled with joy.”
When Yeshua enters the center ring, Joseph brings down the mists effectively hiding him. All eyes are on my face as Miriam gently guides me forward. Nearly at the edge of the mist, I look up to see Teoma staring at me. I halt, trembling.
I so want to be with my beloved, to experience this sacred union, but fear overwhelms me. When Miriam whispers into my right ear, “Your love awaits you,” all the witnesses veil their faces. Yeshua’s silvery aura expands to draw me through the protective mists. Sobbing, I fall into my beloved’s embrace, into the consuming fire of his love.
He holds me for a precious moment, before I lift my face to his. “Hush, my love. Release your fear. We are finally together for eternity.”
Alone in the mists, I see nothing outside of the inner circle. The only sound is our breath. Cords of love and desire bind us to this destiny of ours and I do not want fear to darken its brilliance. When Yeshua slips my gown off my shoulders, its edge disappears on the other side of the mist. Smiling, he lifts me onto the circular stone altar.
From the altar upon which we lie through the ceiling window and out to the heavens, a prism of hayye forms. The tetrad of angelic hosts bear witness as Yeshua places Belshazzar’s gift in my navel. The stone’s smoky interior pulsates through its transparent surface as if it is a living thing, emanating a familiar energy of comfort. From above my head, Archangel Gavriel silently introduces his companions. On my left is Archangel Uriel, on my right Archangel Michael with Archangel Rafael at my feet. Gavriel speaks from the north.
Beloved, with your union you unite heaven and earth, the lighter realities with the denser. May the divine feminine energies of sensuality, joy, and beautiful manifestation be joined with the divine masculine energies of compassion, nurturance, and seeds of creation through your sacred act.
Spreading my legs and arms wide, my body emulates the star. Hayye courses through my limbs when the angels touch my outstretched hands and feet. Over my womb heat rises on my skin in the shape of a five-petal rose. Yeshua looks up from my breast to glance down at his own groin, whispering, “There is heat in the shape of a star.”
Gavriel speaks again, Please beloved, let us not distract you with our ministrations. The heat fades as the archangels merge into the mist. Gazing at one another before surrendering to desire, my husband stokes another fire deep within and I cry out in my need. Above us the prism is now a great tetrahedron, which houses—the eye from my dreams!
From within my mind a deep voice speaks. Mary, have no fear. You are protected by the love of The One.
As my passion rises to a pinnacle, I cannot seem to attend to both the One and Yeshua until the sacred dance of our lovemaking loses me in its cadence. Deepening our connection, the heat of the elestial quartz intensifies as waves of vibrant color engulf us.
Leaving our bodies, we enter the pyramid to stand before Source. The hayye of The One is love and bliss. My beloved Yeshua and Mary, you have commenced your sacred destiny with your loving union. Yeshua, as the Essence of Divine Love, you have come into Sacred Unity with Mary who is the Presence of Divine Joy. Your love has planted the seed of hope in the heart of every incarnate soul. May you know yourself in the fullness of your truth as your willingness to enter into this union is blessed by the host of hosts.
Cradled in my navel, the elestial quartz pulsates with the beat of my heart, its smoky depth split into two distinct hues — silver and purple, taking form as a star within a rose. Before donning our wedding garments, Yeshua kisses the emblem of our union.
We step out of the mist as one.
Mikra of Jacob
1:1 Alaha, Creator of the Universe, I, Jacob bar Joseph bar Hillel descendent of Solomon bar David descendent of Judah bar Jacob bar Isaac bar Abraham, stand as keeper of the records of Israel, the title given by the Divine to Father Jacob for whom I am named.
1:2 On the first day of the year 3772, Yeshua bar Joseph of the House of David wed Mary of the Hasmonaean House. The lineage of our people has been patriarchal from the time of Abraham, but through this marriage, the bloodline shifts to matriarchal inheritance.
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