Ishim from Zohar by Thelema

“Fear not.”

A voice came like the sound of rushing water. It carried with it both the power and serenity of a river. Avraham did not shudder at this voice. It was not like the one which tormented him.

“I have come to give a guiding word.”

“Please help me!” Avraham begged. “I don’t know how to leave this cursed place, I should never have come here!”

“Fear not, Avraham, for the way out of this wood is clear, if thou would but follow it.”

“I cannot see! How am I supposed to find a path? Please, show me, I beg you!”

He crawled to his knees, shouting towards the sky which he hoped was still there beyond this unnatural darkness.

“Thou need not see to carry thyself from this place. Here is my guiding word: tzimtzum.”

“How is that meant to help me here? Are you the demon in guise, torturing me again?”

He stood now, looking about him, terrified he might see the glowing yellow eyes once more.

“Close thy eyes and forget thou had sight, it will not serve thee here. Focus, and feel for the ein sof within and around thee. Remember what thou hast been told. Fear not. Let the trees be thy eyes, the road be thy map. Trust thy feet and thou shalt not find harm in this forest.”

Avraham, icy dread tearing at his stomach, took one step forward. He squeezed his eyes tightly, trying to bring his rapid breaths under control. His hands trembled as he tried to focus on what he felt around him. Another step. Thoughts collided and jumbled in his anxiety-wracked mind, but again he took a deep breath, and stepped forward. He continued like this. Breath. Step. Breath. Step. The cold sweat on his brow dried, and his thoughts came into focus. Breath. Step. Breath. Step. Despite his inability to see, Avraham found his footsteps free of roots and rocks which might trip him.

He continued on like this, he knew not how long, until suddenly he stepped and felt not dirt, but grass beneath his foot. He felt warm radiance on his face, and as he peeled his eyes open, they were stung by the rays of a bright sun. The scholar stood now in a field of tall grass, a sea of green which undulated like waves in the ocean. The forest of the shedim was behind him.

Avraham fell to his knees and smiled.

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