Littera Lucis

Truths gain visibility and relevance not through force, but through their projection into a living and flexible context, which becomes an image supported by universal consciousness.

One misty morning in the desert, as the pale light of dawn struggled to pierce the veil of mist that hung over the sand, I caught sight of something unusual. It was a glowing letter, etched into the sand, luminous from within, like a spark from Ein Sof (the boundless infinity in Jewish mysticism). It seemed to come from an unseen presence silently watching over the seemingly uninhabited wasteland, suggesting a force beyond the limits of ordinary perception.

Trembling with a sacred fear mixed with an unbridled curiosity, I bent down and touched the letter with my fingertips. In that moment, contact with the sacred sign triggered an overwhelming vision that completely engulfed me, a kind of lucid ecstasy, a living revelation that transported me beyond the limits of present time and space. It was as if an unseen hand – perhaps that of a Chagall wandering through the worlds – had traced with radiant light the outline of a revelation that surpassed me. And yet, the touch of the luminous form generated a vibration that crossed my body, transforming itself into a conceptual model through which the infinite tested its process of manifestation in matter.

Leadership: Can you identify the moment when truth doesn't ask you to fight, but to stop and observe what reveals itself?

And in that vision, I saw an ancient warrior, a man with a burning gaze and determined movements, who was the guardian of a secret capable of lifting humanity from ignorance to enlightenment. This warrior was hunted relentlessly by assassins sent by the forces of darkness who wanted the truth to remain hidden, because its revelation would destroy the structures of power built on lies and oppression.

As the assassins cast their shadows over his fate, I felt the same struggle within me, the same stirring of the soul that refuses to let the secret die buried in darkness. In the end, I understood that what I had seen was not just a story, but my sacred calling: to keep the spark of truth alive, even when the world tries to extinguish it.

Leadership: How do you know that a danger was removed without your will, but through an orchestration beyond your direct action?

But what amazed me beyond words in this vision were the divine signs, hidden in the mysterious fabric of nature, unknown only to the initiated, which constantly protected the warrior. A lightning strike at just the right moment hid the tracks he had left in the sand, making him untraceable to his pursuers. At one point, an unexpected gust of wind deflected the trajectory of the swords thrown at him. And a shooting star, in the night, revealed planned betrayals to him, giving him time to guard against traps. In this regard, there are unseen forces that work where courage does not reach.

It was clear that this protection did not come from the warrior's physical abilities, however impressive they might be, but from Hod Aish - the divine splendor that manifests itself in spiritual victory over enemies. And these signs can be read and understood only by one who carries within himself the silent recognition of the connection between the seen and the unseen world. Only the clear gaze recognizes the unseen protection.

Then, a voice from the letter itself, reverberating not through the air but directly into my consciousness, whispered to me with an authority that admitted no doubt: "He who defends the truth with a pure heart and righteous intention is supported by My light. He does not fight, but I fight through him. He does not conquer, but My victory is manifested in his apparent weakness."

Leadership: Does your real power lie in taking a step back and allowing the context to reconfigure the direction, acting in your place?

In the vision, the warrior's enemies were crushed not by his hand, but by the force of Hod Aish, which manifested itself through the divine paradox: they were lost in their own traps that they laid for him. They were blinded by their own ambitions, which led them to commit fatal mistakes. They were swallowed up by the earth they trod, as if nature itself had turned against them.

It was, in effect, a living demonstration of the principle that those who rise up against divinely protected truth are destroyed not by the defenders of truth, but by their own opposition to the cosmic order. For not all truths must be defended with an outstretched arm; some stand on their own if you let the context tip the scales in your favor.

In the Jewish tradition of Kabbalah, the Shekhinah represents the divine presence immanent in the world, that dimension of divinity that dwells in creation and that can be directly experienced by those with eyes to see. And I, only through vision, understood that the secret of knowledge that the warrior defended was a fragment of this Shekhinah – a revelation about the nature of reality that, once understood, completely transforms perception and the way of being in the world. And those who rise up against this revelation, who try to suppress or destroy it, are automatically condemned to chaos and disintegration, not by external punishment, but by their simple opposition to the Truth that sustains the mysterious order of creation.

Leadership: Can you penetrate the nature of a revelation to the point where the framework becomes the inner thread that guides you to the mysterious meaning of the unspeakable?

The letter gradually dissolved, its brightness fading until it disappeared completely, leaving the sand smooth, as if it had never been there. But the scribe, irreversibly transformed by this mystical experience, swore there, under the vast desert sky that seemed to witness his commitment, to keep this sacred covenant: to defend the light of truth against the forces of darkness, knowing that he did not fight alone, but was clothed in the protection of the One who transcends all limits.

Every grain of sand around him now seemed to conceal a secret from the Shem HaMeforash, which contains within itself all the possibilities of existence, calling him to become a conscious instrument of the defense of light in the world. In that moment of absolute revelation, the scribe felt, with a certainty that surpassed all doubt, that his path was under the eternal gaze of the Ein Sof (the Endless One), who sees all and who protects his chosen ones not through visible shields, but through divine synchronicities that transform every danger into opportunity and every attacker into his own vanquished.

Leadership means visualizing a meaningful direction of action that emerges naturally, without forcing your way to it.

Littera Lucis teaches us that sacred letters are not mere symbols we write on paper or carve in stone, but are mystical instruments of the divine presence. They can convey revelations that completely transform our understanding of the nature of reality and our role in defending truth.

Nothing is accidental. The desert scribe received not only a vision of a warrior from the past, but a confirmation that he, too, in his era, is called to play the same role as a defender of light, enjoying the same divine protection as long as he maintains his connection to the silent science of signs.