It is written in the Zohar (173a, Shelach), that the “letters of the Alef bet are never at rest“. They move, rise, descend, and interlock into hidden Divine Names. These permutations do not happen randomly or eternally — they happen in time, within precise segments of each day.
“All these letters never rest. They stand out and sparkle externally, and rise and descend. No one could understand anything about them, except for the Mashiach with great toil”.
Each Name hovers in the invisible upper register of the world for a set duration — then vanishes.
We are told that only once per day do these full Divine Names appear. But three times a day, the Alef bet itself becomes visible, flying and recombining — a parallel to the three daily tefillot, but operating at the level of pre-verbal formation.
These are not symbolic durations. The Zohar gives exact spans — down to the hour and minute — of how long each permutation suspends itself within creation:
These permutations are progressive, ascending in complexity and structure. Yet they remain impermanent — appearing, suspending, and being stored away. This is the hidden respiration of Shemot within the spiritual atmosphere of the world.
This Zoharic revelation mirrors the deepest observable rhythms of nature. The flying letters appear three times a day, paralleling the triadic arcs of existence:
1. Daylight Cycle — Morning – Afternoon – Evening
2. Temperature Arc — Cool Rise – Peak Heat – Cooling Fall
3. Human Alertness Rhythm — Cortisol Rise – Energy Dip – Evening Shift
Each of these is anchored in time, sensed bodily or cosmically, and reflects a deeper Torah-structured resonance embedded in creation.
“No one could understand anything about them, except for the Mashiach with great toil”. This is not poetic mysticism — it is architectural secrecy. The Mashiach alone will perceive and understand the exact transitions, positions, and functions of the permutations. For he will restore the Alef bet to its perfect configuration, bringing all letters to their destined roles.
We live beneath the visible world, but above us — at every hour — names are flying. Letters spark, lock, vanish, and return. Their choreography is timed, their formation exact, and their purpose concealed. To witness even one of them would be to see the breath of Hashem structured into living syntax.
Rabbi Avraham
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