The Master visited me with a parable: he who has ears let him hear. to the one who has eyes let him perceive.
The maiden—betrothed—goes to the place of cleansing to make mikvah. she has shlepped into the pool all of her profanities and relics of harlotry—her candles of strange fire, her symbolisms, false doctrins and encantations. bare and uncovered, she goes into the pool of cleansing. candles lit, she begins to read from the books of dark mysteries.
suddenly, the room is awash in panic as she leaps from the pool of her cleansing—turning over all of her sorceries—and rushes to the window nearby. peering through the lattice, she seeks the bride-groom. "did he see me?" she wonders unmindful of her nudity. "did I miss him?" she begins to swoon. "did he pass me by?" she wells up with tears. "have i been found unworthy?"
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