by Carolyn Hyde
It was the Pesach season and I heard the waters rushing down the forest slope, passing by trees, growing in size and speed. Then I saw the waters, at first a trickle but even then, the trickle was mighty in power. As the waters grew and flowed more swiftly, the sound of rushing waves crashed through the forest and became a thunderous sound of joy and celebration in the midst of the growing darkness! But the harvest had its own light that grew more brightly in the increasing darkness.
And as the singing in tongues increased, legs and arms began to grow on amputated limbs, internal organs were restored, and miracles soared in the light of the harvest. This light was a soft golden yellow. While it glowed and increased in intensity, the false magicians manufactured their own light but it was a sickly green.
Everywhere the harvest came there was a counterfeit spirit, but many people could discern the difference and chose the true light. And the singing in tongues increased. I could hear it all – completely amazing!
At its core were the prayers of the saints, especially those from Africa and many poor Asian and Middle Eastern nations and native tribes from the Americas that had once been deemed hopeless, yet were now rising up with a supernatural love for the G-d of Israel and the Jewish people, even though most had never even met a Jew. Ten at a time grabbed their clothing and ran, not walked but ran with them!
We were driven to the Seder on buses. We were supposed to be socially distanced according to international law, but too many people had been brought in so the crowds grew thick and rich. Under a wedding chuppah of fragrant purple flowers, women gathered and braided their hair with the three strands of hope, light and faith. So much suffering had taken place in these regions but they were the core of the joy of the L-rd that spurred on the harvest light.
Then I saw portals opening up in the heavens. At first there were just a few but then they increased in size and depth. Soon the skies were filled with portals. Whoever passed through these found refuge from the raging storms all around.
Worms appeared on those who chose to walk in darkness – they were causing horrific wounds on the skin of the unknowing people whose rage was the color of black oil, slick and putrid. And while these people yelled obscenities, their voices became scratchy and their speech slurred. The words that came from their mouths made no sense at all, not even to each other. But their rage united them and they locked arms and marched forward, causing great suffering especially to the children. Yet even in the midst of the rage, many children who grew up in these homes began to dream and prophecy. A separation occurred between utter darkness and the light of the love of G-d. Many rose up and saw the wonders, fearing the L-rd and drawing near to the harvest light.
And I’m just feeling overwhelmed and in awe of what I’ve seen…
What I saw after sleeping a few hours was not so pleasant so I didn’t write it down because it was disgusting, but hours later, I remember each detail on how the food supply was dwindling and what was offered:
1. Stacks of “cheese” with no dairy products made from oil and plastic derivatives
2. Round containers of crackers that had no grain in them
3. Caramel, chocolate and vanilla pudding with no dairy
4. Fresh food was rarely seen
5. Meat came in slabs of slithering substances that shook like jello
Yet somehow we rejoiced in the food we received, fasting often and when we did eat the food didn’t harm us.