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and the chief prelate. Let it stay as it is."
"I will transmute your world into the real," he said. "I have already begun. I manifested myself to
Herb Asher when you kissed him; I penetrate your world in my true form. I am making it my world,
step by step. What the people must do, however, is remember. They may live in your world but they
must know that a worse one existed and they were forced to live in it. I restored Herb Asher's
memories, and the others dream dreams."
"That's fine with me."
"Tell me, now," he said, "who you are.
"Let us go," she said, "hand in hand. Like Beethoven and Goethe: two friends. Take us to Stanley
Park in British Columbia and we will observe the animals there, the wolves, the great white wolves. It
is a beautiful park, and Lionsgate Bridge is beautiful; Vancouver, British Columbia is the most
beautiful city on Earth."
"That is true," he said. "I had forgotten."
"And after you view it I want you to ask yourself if you would destroy it or change it in any way. I
want you to inquire of yourself if you would, upon seeing such earthly beauty, bring into existence
your great and terrible day in which all the arrogant and evil-doers shall be chaff, set ablaze, leaving
them neither root nor branch. OK?"
"OK," Emmanuel said.
Zina said:
We are spirits of the air
Who of human beings take care.
"Are you?" he said. Because, he thought, if that is so then you are an atmospheric spirit, which is
to say an angel.
Zina said:
Come, all ye songsters of the sky,
Wake and assemble in this wood;
But no ill-boding bird be nigh,
None but the harmless and the good.
"What are you saying?" Emmanuel said.
"Take us to Stanley Park first," Zina said. "Because if you take us there, we shall actually be there;
it will be no dream."
He did so.
Together they walked across the verdant ground, among the vast trees. These stands, he knew, had
never been logged; this was the primeval forest. "It is exceedingly beautiful," he said to her.
"It is the world," she said.
"Tell me who you are."
Zina said, "I am the Torah."
After a moment Emmanuel said, "Then I can do nothing regarding the universe without consulting
you."
"And you can do nothing regarding the universe that is contrary to what I say," Zina said, "as you
yourself decided, in the beginning, when you created me. You made me alive; I am a living being that
thinks. I am the plan of the universe, its blueprint. That is the way you intended it and that is the way
it is."
"Hence the slate you gave me," he said.
"Look at me," Zina said.
He looked at her and saw a young woman, wearing a crown, and sitting on a throne. "Malkuth,"
he said. "The lowest of the ten sefiroth."
"And you are the Eternal Infinite En Sof," Malkuth said. "The first and highest of the sefiroth of
the Tree of Life."
"But you said that you are the Torah."
"In the Zohar," Malkuth said, "the Torah is depicted as a beautiful maiden living alone, secluded in
a great castle. Her secret lover comes to the castle to see her, but all he can do is wait futilely outside
hoping for a glimpse of her. Finally she appears at the window and he is able to catch sight of her, but
only for an instant. Later on she lingers at the window and he is able, therefore, to speak with her; yet,
still, she hides her face behind a veil & and her answers to his questions are evasive. Finally, after a
long time, when her lover has become despairing that he will ever get to know her, she permits him to
see her face at last."
Emmanuel said, "Thus revealing to her lover all the secrets which she has up to now, throughout
the long courtship, kept buried in her heart. I know the Zohar. You are right."
"So you know me now, En Sof," Malkuth said. "Does it please you?"
"It does not," he said, "because although what you say is true, there is one more veil to be removed
from your face. There is one more step."
"True." Malkuth, the lovely young woman seated on the throne, wearing a crown, said, "but you
will have to find it."
"I will," he said. "I am so close now; only a step, one single step, away."
"You have guessed," she said. "But you must do better than that. Guessing is not enough; you must
know."
"How beautiful you are, Malkuth," he said. "And of course you are here in the world and love the
world; you are the sefira that represents the Earth. You are the womb containing everything, all the
other sefiroth that constitute the Tree itself; those other forces, nine of them, are generated by you.
"Even Kether," Malkuth said, calmly. "Who is highest."
"You are Diana, the fairy queen." he said. "You are Pallas Athena, the spirit of righteous war; you
are the spring queen, you are Hagia Sophia, Holy Wisdom; you are the Torah which is the formula and
blueprint of the universe; you are Malkuth of the Kabala, the lowest of the ten sefiroth of the Tree of
Life; and you are my companion and friend, my guide. But what are you actually? Under all the
disguises? I know what you are and " He put his hand on hers. "I am beginning to remember. The
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