"The demonstrations that are happening, now, are an outcry to G-d to help and that cry has been heard." ~ D²
"In the darkness, lighting one match causes tremendous light to propagate. If you're in a well-lit room, where you're out in the daylight sun, let's say, at noon-time, you light a match, it doesn't seem to propagate much light. Do the same thing at Midnight and you'll see how much light there is." ~ D²
"At precisely midnight — when the night divides — I will go out into the midst of Egypt." {Bo 11:4}
"One aspect of rising at midnight is that of consciously connecting – emotionally as well as mentally – with the Divine Presence, or 'Shechina', in her state of exile. By strengthening this affinity, via meditation and genuine prayer, we direct our consciousness to the present imperfect state of the world and towards the idea of a perfected reality to which we, individually and collectively, aspire." ~ KabbalaOnline.org
Shhhhhhhhhhhhh!
It's the Last Midnight.
It's the last wish.
It's the Last Midnight.
Soon, it will be boom
Squish.
Told a little lie.
Stole a little gold.
Broke a little vow.
Did you?
Had to get your Prince.
Had to get your cow.
Have to get your wish.
Doesn't matter how.
Anyway, it doesn't matter now.
It's the Last Midnight.
It's the boom
Splat!
Nothing, but a vast midnight.
Everybody's smashed
Flat!
Nothing you can do.
Not exactly true.
We can always give her the boy!
No?
No, of course what really matters is the blame.
Someone you can blame.
Fine, if that's the thing you enjoy:
Placing the blame
If that's the aim
Give me the blame: Just give me the boy!
"No"?
You're so nice.
You're not good.
You're not bad.
You're just nice.
I'm not good.
I'm not nice, I'm just right. I'm the Which.
You're the world!
I'm the Witch.
I'm what no one believes,
I'm the 'Wich.
You're all liars and thieves, like his father!
Like his son will be, too, oh, why bother?
You'll just do what you do.
It's the Lost Midnight, so, goodbye all!
Coming at you fast, Midnight!
Soon, you'll see the sky fall!
Here, you want a bean?
Have another bean.
Beans were made for making you rich!
Plant them and they soar!
Here, you want some more?
Listen to the roar: Giants by the score!
Oh well, you can blame another witch.
It's the L@st Midnight!
It's the last vs!
Now, before it's past midnight
I'm leaving you my last curse:
I'm leaving you alone. You can tend the Garden. It's yours!
Separate and alone. Everybody down on all fours! All right, Mother, when?
Lost the beans again!
Punish me the way you did then!
Give me claws and a hunch.
Just away from this bunch and the gloom and the doom and the boom!
LOL!
Source:
Up at Midnight
The Threshold
