Noahide Seven Commandments Torah classes
© 2014 by Rabbi Zvi Aviner
Noah's Tree Of Life
These are Noah’s words to his children after the Flood…
THE MIRACULOUS WEDDING DRESSES
The miraculous dresses of Adam and Eve
Unwillingly, I found myself at the center of a drama. All eyes were focused on me: would I agree to let Tubal dies by his own hands? Would I give him the dagger that he requested? Strangely enough, Naama too was at the center. At Enosh’s request, she should give her consent too. But how could a Demon be asked to consent on anything? As Tzilah had said, she would talk to Naama, her daughter. How could anyone have a Demon for a daughter? And how could she influence a demon to do one thing or another? I was so confused!
My suspicion spelled over to Tubal himself. Several months had passed since the accident, and he was still alive, despite all predictions. How could this be? Moreover, despite the thrown away food-frays all over in his room they said he did not eat anything since the accident – he did not seem emaciate and his cheeks revealed a good pink color! Was he a Demon too, like his ‘sister’ Naama? And if Naama was Lilith, could Tubal be the Serpent? No wonder he led me towards sin! Had not Enosh say that the Serpent was a vehicle for Sin? How could I ever get out of this mess?
With this mood, I strolled alone in their house when she appeared to me again. There was no music this time, yet she split into the two girls, each a mirror image of the other. They moved identically, each looking like an innocent school girl, wearing a long braid.
"Hello Noah," one Naama said.
"Hello, Noah," the other Naama echoed.
They seemed to float in the air to me. They seemed so sweet, that my heart filled with warmth.
“Thanks for showing up,” I said, “Enosh needs your consent about Tubal’s fate, though he needs just one opinion!”
“I support my brother’s wish,” one Naama said.
“I object my brother’s wish,” the other Naama said.
“Wait a minute! You need to set up your mind! He has asked for only one consent, that of Naama!”
“You have my opinion,” each Naama replied.
Oh CREATOR, are they aware of the real One Nama? Besides, they seemed to present different, opposing personalities.
“What should I tell Enosh?” I said, and then burst in laughter. The whole situation seem suddenly funny. The two girls laughed too.
“Would you marry me?” One Naama asked.
“Would you marry me?” The other Naama echoed.
“Here you are again with your foolishness,” I said, annoyed.
“I am serious,” each Naama said. “Come, let us take a test.”
A test? What did they mean? As they spoke, the hall lightened up somehow. I could see now that each girl was wearing a beautiful, airy dress that sparkled with myriads stars. The floor, I noticed, seemed like an aisle, enlightened by small torches along its two sides. How was this magic done?
"Do you know who made this wedding dress?" Each Naama said, "YHVH ELoHiM made it in Eden for Adam and his wife, Eve. Whoever wears these dresses becomes smart and can comprehend the animals’ language. But there is a catch.”
As it says in the story of Eden —
"And YHVH ELoHiM made Adam and his wife dresses of light (skin) and He dressed them," (Gen. 3:21)
“What’s the catch?”
"The dress works its magic only on potential groom and a bride. It would not work on people who do not match.”
“Where did you get these dresses?"
"Adam and Eve gave it to Cain, and when he was recently slain by Tubal, the dress came to my mother Tzilah’s possession, and she gave it to me," each girl said. “Now let’s take a walk along the isle, pretending that Enosh sits at the end waiting to bless our marriage. The dress would decide who may marry you."
"Interesting,” I said.
"Sister, you go first. You don't care about having children, do you?" One Naama said.
Her ‘sister’ took my hand and held it up as couples walking along the marriage aisle. A rich aromatic scent of heavenly perfume spread out of her hand that pleased me beyond words.
"Let’s go!" she said.
There was no music, but I felt no need for it. Walking along that magic isle with this pretty girl wearing that starry dress was an experience by itself. My heart filled with joy. We looked like a perfect couple indeed. When we came to the end of the isle I asked, "Well, has the dress magic worked?"
"No, it did not," the Naama by my side said sadly, "and I am not an eligible bride for you. Don’t worry; I’ll be your lover, the one you’ll love more than your wife…”
We returned to the head of the aisle. "It's your turn, sister."
But the second Naama said, almost crying: "I don't wish to go. I don’t want to marry him and have children who may destroy the world!"
"Mother told you to go," the first one said, dryly.
So Tzilah’s hands were behind all that! Before I said something the second Naama took my hand and lifted it up, like her sister had done. Unfortunately, it stank of animal dung! I almost vomited. This Naama would definitely NOT be my wife, as long she smell like a Demon!
"Now go, go!" the first Naama hurried us.
We headed down the aisle. Overwhelmed by the stench from her hand I turned my head away and I could feel how she dragged her legs along with reluctance. She too did not wish to be my wife, I thought. And then, Oh CREATOR! I noticed her dress moving up and down along my body, as if it had a life of its own, as if it was testing me! And then it wrapped the two of us and lifted us up, up, up…
What is this? Where are we?
The two of us flew now in a dark space amid thousands of stars, until we came to a round, large ball swathed in a delicate, bluish aura—and I knew, it was Planet Earth. The dress took us through the bluish sky into cotton wool clouds. Hand-in-hand, Naama and I flew above flocks of birds and vast plains covered with grazing, roaming herds of zebras, elephants, deer, horses, and more. We saw lion prides, wolf packs and a host of other predators.
Just like the two Cherubs flying Wing against Wing to consolidate Earth.
Not only did I know the animals’ right names, I could communicate with them—just as Adam and Eve had done in Eden. So this was the dress' magic!
Then the two of us flew over deep canyons and high mountains, hot deserts and stormy oceans. "Noah, look there! Naama, look there!" We called to each other through the wind. Then we saw young litters of animals being fed by their mothers, and Naama let go off me and covered her face, as if to avoid seeing.
"Enough," she cried.
We fell suddenly and found ourselves standing once more in the aisle. Naama immediately ran away, the dress still wrapping her body.
"So you are his eligible wife," her sister came to her, comforting her, "be happy!"
"But I want good children, many children," the second Naama said and hide her head in her sister’s chest. Her shoulders trembled as she wept.
The two then hugged each other and merged to become one girl again. Somehow the blazing torches were extinguished leaving nothing but wreaths of smoke. The one girl, I noticed, was going to vanish in the thin air.
"Wait! Wait!" I called to her. “I need to talk to you! I’m supposed to register your opinion about Tubal!” But the Demon Naama gracefully disappeared into the walls, without showing any attention to me.
I pinched myself. Was it a dream?
But the scent of both Naama's hands — one smelling of heavenly perfume, the other reeking of animal stench — lingered in the air. This meant that the Naamas were real!
Oh, Demon, is this your plot? You split into two beautiful girls to attract me one way or another—as a lover or as a wife. But I would not fall into your trap. I felt I had done my task: I had informed her about the need for her consent, one way or another. As for me, I would never succumb t any pressure to actively help Tubal to kill himself! And with such decision I entered Tubal's room.
"The CREATOR'S oneness is
Not the origin and
Not the end.
The CREATOR'S oneness is
The challenge and duty to unite
YHVH’S Merciful way with
ELoHiM’S Justice and righteousness
In your thoughts, your heart, your life
And most importantly, in your Courts!"
(Quoting you, my son Shem)
To be continued