I’ve a confession to make. Revelation was a book I disliked immensely before tackling this topic. Orality studies reminds me that even if we tried to trace to the original context, what’s a thing to think about is how the experience could move and shift — hence one of performance criticism’s contributions to biblical studies. Something […]
And I’d like to take a minute while I glomp Mikhael, I’ll tell you how I became Phoenix of Dre’mael.
As by loom, I do take to weave, “Golden straw? Starlit sheen.”
Reveal anew the blinding by the golden path, the path sublime. Deepest soul horror by the Sublime. To not explore unseemingly. To not stumble and fumble into ecstasy. We cannot go before preparing for our terror there.
Prophecy and prophets spoke in mutable voices; the whistleblowers and the desperation wane and wax down the ages of eschatology.
Hope carries the nurturance by Despair, and plants Love everywhere.
Tertiary education is for developing, engaging, and fostering awareness, knowledge, skills, and critical analytical techniques in ALL facets of life. The goal is not to mass produce detached scholars, nor scholars founded in psychological reactivity designed to facilitate sociolegal ambition(s).
With an attention-grabbing title, Marc Zvi Brettler’s How to Read the Jewish Bible  demands a potential reader’s sympathy to a form of literary analytical process described as the historical-critical method when engaging the Bible.  As an organized approach,  this method was subject to unfavourable discourse over the course of its development.  Brettler appeals to readers with […]
It was so bright in her room. The sun hit her so pretty. Her face partly disfigured, one eye completely blind with the other swiftly on that way, but she was so beautiful.
To the religiously inclined, EDRs are perceptual evidence of the divine or an event deemed of a miracle status. This is different in concept from a religious experience, marked by assigning supernatural or preternatural traits to the observed event.
Sleeping with the Earth rested my body in ways I didn’t think were opened to me. Heaven’s dew in the risen morning light coalesces into my body’s sweat, drops slipping down my skin as the dawn’s wind passes through and over me. This day will be heated. I hear my companions below, urging me to go. […]
The wake of a shockwave that continues to resound through the postmodern period in Western reckoning is reflected and refracted through the lenses that comprise Moshe Jacobson-Drozi’s “Hinei ma tov.”
The memories will sustain you as the starlight reminds people of the day until the Sun returns.
Feathers I thought would cut with how sharp they seemed, but as that single wing of many swept me from crown to below my feet, these feathers were soft. Comforting.