#hebrew teachings

[hiddurmitzvah]

I made this print by using an old archaic photographic tecnique called cyanotype (or sun/blue print) for the phylosophical and mystical poem by Szilárd Borbély, the The Sequence of Three Secrets (A Három Titok Szekvenciája), which is a part of his series called Hasidic Sequences, where he reflects on Hasidic teachings and beliefs in literary form.

You can purchase this original and only one, signed copy through my Etsy if you like it.

Here's my english translation of the poem, below there is the hungarian original.

Taub Eizik from Kalev, a pupil of the Seer of Lublin said that there are three types of secrets in the world. One is is like this Self-Consciousness, which

that everyone carries within himself because of their previous lives. And have no idea what it is. And don't understand why hide it from others, because it is

hidden from itself too until he dies again. The second secret, is like a light hiding in the mind, nesting in the depths of the skull

until it knows the essence of speech: in the letters of writing the faint glimmer of the primordial light that has come to us from the beginning of creation

that gleams in the depths of life. When the Self begins to read a book written in human language, Finally, the third secret is that of the

one who says: I. While he sorts the stones at the beginning of the path waiting for you, already prepared the unturned stones by the entrance gate

and then reads the engraved for the greatest secret is the stone that only means the Self. And it does not say, Amen.

[rotzaprachim]

the Yiddish versus Hebrew discourse is dumb in many levels most notably that 99% of it happens in English. Imho Yiddish and Hebrew have been heavily repressed among US diaspora Jews by the English-obsessive and English-dominant culture of the us, which rarely comes into discussion, and for a cornucopia of complex reasons diaspora communities have failed to provide ACCESSIBLE, RELEVANT, and THOROUGH education in either Hebrew OR Yiddish to massive swathes of the community. (To say nothing of ladino, Arabics and judeoarabics (both plural), aramaics Persian and Russian, Spanish and Portuguese and so forth all of which are essential to Jewish history civilization and modernity.) in the U.S. context the cultural issues around Yiddish and Hebrew aren’t interchangeable but neither language has been given significant resources, space, or serious pedagogy to be accessible as a literary language or spoken mode of communication for millions of diaspora Jews

[autistic-katara]

just remembered my s1 drama class made us watch the boy in the striped pyjamas and act out scenes from it what the actual fuck was that about

[buckybarnesisjewish]

Bucky being really involved with the youth at his synagogue. The kids always seem drawn to him and he finds himself roped into helping out with youth activities, but soon finds it’s something he enjoys. Teaching them to make challah the way his mother taught him. Helping the kids with their Hebrew studies. He’s a valuable resource of Jewish history. Sometimes he’ll talk to the teens about the war because they’re older and understand, but none of them ever press him to talk about his experiences. What the kids seem to be mainly interested in is how Jewish life has changed for kids since Bucky was a kid. They want to know how their shul compares to his, what games he played, and hear the stories he can pass on about living in a Jewish immigrant community. He often finds the kids ask the questions but the grown ups in the room are listening just as intently. 

[reflection-s-of-stars]

Hey. Hey what if one of the OG lyctors was Jewish pre-resurrection. Wouldn’t that be so fucked up

[malkahpariyz]

For all who need the word today.

- Paris Dior | The Modest Blog

[whiskeydickclaws]

When I was eight, I learned an important phrase.

"Everyone knows..."

I heard it spat at my mother, the door of our dingy apartment half open, yellow light siltering in from the hallway and over the blankets on the floor that my brother and I slept in.

"Everyone knows gypsies don't pay rent. You don't have clean money."

Out by the end of the month.

I didn't know what that meant at the time, I only knew what it changed in my life.

New rules were thrust upon my brother and I as we carried out blankets and pillows into the bedroom in my grandmother's basement.

Don't put your things on the floor. It floods when it rains and it will ruin your toys.

Don't scream when you play, your grandfather works nights and he's asleep.

Stop speaking that language. Stop it right now. We do not speak Hebrew, we do not speak Sinte, we are not dirty.

We do not speak.

I learned to bite my tongue when English didn't express what I needed it to. To swallow down my culture and my religion like a bitter pill. A life saving measure that treated the shakes finding a swastika carved into my desk left.

We do not speak.

We are not dirty.

We have washed ourselves of the shame of our being. Our existence is to be scrubbed and scraped and swirled down the drain like the dirt left on our hands after pretending we are squirrels in our Bubbe's yard.

We do not speak any longer, we do not announce our existence in polite company, where our very being might soil their opinion of us.

There is no such thing as language beyond what is expected, what is allowed. English is to be spoken exactly as it should be, with each syllable matching what the christian born white men speak as they make their speeches behind pulpits and books I do not understand.

My first language, my second language, my third language I shared with my sister who needed it so badly.

Swallowed down, down, down, down.

Forgotten.

My hands could not move to follow hers, my tongue could not form the hymns and prayers I once knew. When my auntie spoke half in the language of our people, I could only stare and wish I knew how to do the same.

We are not dirty.

We do not speak.

There is safety in silence.

We do not speak.

[hebrewbyinbal]

Imagine the moment a parent sits down with their child, my Hebrew 1 workbook open, and together they begin to explore the beautiful world of letters.

The child's eyes widen with wonder as they trace their first aleph, and the parent smiles, knowing they're passing down a timeless tradition. It's more than just learning an alphabet—it's connecting generations, sharing culture, and sparking a lifelong love for language.

Every letter learned is a step closer to understanding, to belonging, to embracing a rich heritage. What a gift to give, and what a journey to start together. 🌟

I am beyond blessed to know I am a part of so many of these stories. For any age learner. ❤️

Thank you for sharing these pictures and moments with me. It fuels my passion.

#parenting #parentchildrelationship #hebrew #language #giftoflove

[bowserswife]

jews who feel threatened by fellow jews highlighting the palestinian genocide and calling them traitors/antisemetic are fucking insane and have absolutely zero critical thinking skills. the victim complex and lack of self reflection is ridiculous and infuriating.

[piedoesnotequalpi]

One of my first graders (at Hebrew school) exclusively refers to g-d with She/They pronouns and it makes me very happy

[sagescented]

Rejecting the legalistic approach of traditional rabbinical Judaism, the Baal Shem Tov [Israel ben Eliezer] and his followers emphasized the power of simple, heartfelt prayer. This attitude is reflected in teaching stories regarding the Aleph Beit.

In one of them, a poor Jewish farmer was riding his horse into town to pray at the synagogue for Yom Kippur. But a heavy fog settled on the countryside and he could not find his way. As darkness fell, he was lost in a forest and was going to spend Yom Kippur night there by himself.

This farmer didn’t have a prayer book. And he didn’t know the prayers by heart. Filled with anguish, he cried out, "Oh, God, what can I do? How can I pray to You"? Then he remembered the alphabet he had learned in his childhood. He said, "I know. I will recite the letters of the Aleph Beit and You, Holy One, You know all the words, You can put the letters together to form the right prayers for Yom Kippur". So, all that night he repeated the letters over and over.

From A New Oracle of Kabbalah: Mystical Teachings of the Hebrew Letters, published 2015; Richard Seidman (My Ko-Fi Here)

[coffeeinthelibrary]

my favourite thing to lie about is sometimes i will just tell people i’m bilingual. like if you aren’t fluent but know a language that isn’t very commonly spoken, there’s a 90% chance that you will be the only person in the room with working knowledge of that language. make a grammar mistake? who’s gonna correct you? this never fails to work and makes me laugh every time

[lilydvoratrelundar]

still thinking about rage!kyana like. the way that it didn't quite click with me unti halfway through the conversation that the rage is why she's acting like this. her rage comes out as COLD and TERRIFYING and it's just a deep sense of "i need to finish this" and the lines blurring between her doing this for her friends, and her doing it as personal catharsis for HERSELF because cressida has already been rescued. and on top of that!! the fact that this rage is what unlocked another layer of the mystery to kyana's origins? terrifying! AND LINKING THIS TO HER THREATS TO ENDELLION AT THE END OF S3???? i cant remember the specific phrasing but like "if my friends need me to be a weapon today, i'm okay with that" AAAARGH I AM CLAWING AT THE WALLS I LOVE THIS IT'S CAUSING ME IMMENSE PAIN WHAT THE FUCK. AAAAAAAAA

[bisan-is-trying]

Every time i see ads for language courses, I'm like, ooooh, should i?? Maybe it would be easier learning the language from someone whose job is to teach it? But then i remember i "studied" hebrew for 4 years in college, and all i graduated with were basic grammar rules and like 30 words.

[kimtranssexler]

Dude I kid but actually how the fuck does everyone in this country know each other. I gave some random ass person on the streets who I’ve literally never seen before some change and he asked for my last name (common thing here if you help someone or whatever) and like apparently he knows my uncle? Not even from here, he met him in a city in a different country?? Why the fuck is there like a maximum one degree of separation between everyone here.

[malkahpariyz]

When You’re Truly Great, It’s a Burden…

But you bear it and endure it, because it is for God, when it is true greatness… and true greatness is not easy to bear or be.

One thing I will always prioritize and emphasize when I become who YAHUAH is making me. Is that the glory be to Him for all I am. All you see before you. All of my motivation to be this, has been to share His energy with the world through myself that is His holy weapon and His holy beacon of His holy energy.

I never wanted all the praise to go to me when I’m on stage. I don’t want people to praise me. I want people to know that even for what you see ME doing, the praise goes to Him for it.

That’s what it is to truly serve God no matter what type of music you make, so long as it is in the nature of YAHUAH and what He told you to do with it all. To serve Him. Even if in an unorthodox way.

This is what it is to be a true disciple of YAH and Yahusha (Jesus). Yahusha performed miracles and in those moments wanted people to know that all He does and all you see Him capable of is because of His Father in Heaven.

Even if people love me as artist, I want them to love me for what and who I represent, which is YAHUAH and make sure that you understand I am a beacon of Him and you praise Him for the gifts I share with you all. Because they all came from Him and I am nothing without Him. I cannot grace this stage without Him.

He picked me to serve Him in extraordinary ways because of my humility and modesty. Because I don’t actually want the stage to be mine. Because I genuinely don’t want the glory to be mine. Because I don’t want the fame or fortune. Because I actually hate the industry. I literally just want to sing, and I have an unexplainable hunger and thirst to serve Him with it ALL.

So many people who been knew of my gifts are probably wondering why I took so long.. it wasn’t me it was Him. It’s been on His timing. And every time I wanted to quit, He literally would not let me. I wanted to quit life itself and He would not let me, and that’s when I knew for sure He called me to do all I had set course to do. When I realized it was this task, that was the only thing keeping me alive. I didn’t need any other confirmation. When it was my sheer desire to serve Him alone, the foreshadowing of self loathing that comes from letting Him down, that would not let me stop or quit. That is when I knew. This is not just a dream or aspiration. God knows how I feel about Him and the gifts He gave me and He wants the world to know too. He wants to use me. I felt it in my spirit as early as 3 years old. I knew then I didn’t need anyone to understand why I sing. Because He told me to do it.

What some may have noticed but didn’t know is that I had to force myself to be in the spotlight. I’m still having to force it, and teach myself to be on display because I don’t want to be seen, but He wants me to be seen, because I’m not about me. I’m about Him. And for Him I have to be in the spotlight and it’s hard to be because I don’t like the attention on me, although it will be for the sake of Him. But I don’t like when people’s attention are on me, and I know the real reason I do what I do is for Him and it was never about me being seen or noticed or praised for me. And I sing for Him. It comes with the territory of a superstar but my main goal is to make sure people know why I’m here on stage and it’s not because of me, it’s because of Him (YHWH). He wants me to feel the fulfillment of the love exchange that is performing in song, accept the love I receive and give it right back to the people in the crowd, but knowing full well, preaching full well, and showing full well that it is for Him why I do this and how I do this.

I am nothing without Him. And my musical gifts are nothing without Him. Knowing this full well. Is why I will be great. Because my greatness lies in Him. Because in every step, the glory will be to Him for all that I am. I am made great only to serve Him with this greatness. Without His purpose in me I would be nothing. He chose me, and blessed me for His purposes. That is why I am GREAT. He is the only reason.

Even if I make a point to captivate the people with all He gave me, it’ll be for Him. It will be to call attention to the piece of Him that is in me, not myself. Making sure they praise Him for what they see in me. He gets the glory.

So with that, everybody who riding with me, ride with me forreal. Because truly being for YAH is not an easy task at all. And the greatest things take many many trials and tribulations, and much more time than expected.

I need only what is true and real around me right now.

Most people don’t realize that it is not a bragging or boasting moment to be great or even to affirm your greatness…when it is true greatness involved. All those who are truly great know that it is great pain that comes with it & moments of affirmation are sent by God to remind us why we endure, and to keep us going on a path that is filled with obstacles most people cannot survive.

God gives His greatest and toughest tests and tasks, to His most important and faithful servants.

Being chosen doesn’t mean I’m better than anyone, it actually means I got it the hardest. But at the same time it is a blessing unto me to suffer for the Lord YAH (God) and His purposes.

HALLELUYAH 💕

#GloryToGod

#Greatness

#PurposeInYAH