Gabriel is the archangel of dreams, for all three peoples of
the Book – Jews, Christians and Muslims.
He first appears in scripture in
the Book of Daniel, where he explains a troubling vision that Daniel does not
understand. The archangel shows himself in the form of a man. But when he comes
closer, Daniel is seized with fear and awe and falls prostrate on the ground.
[Daniel 8:13-16] When Gabriel comes again to explain a prophecy about the
restoration of Jerusalem ,
he “swoops” on Daniel in “full flight.” [Dan. 9:22]
The name Gabriel is a composite
of two Hebrew words, meaning “man” (gever)
and “God” (El). As Rabbi Joel Covitz
comments, “Gabriel brings man to God and God to man, thus divinizing man and
humanizing God.” [1]
In the Talmud, Gabriel figures as
an angel of justice, smiting the hosts of Sennacherib with a sharpened scythe.
He is also an interpreter between nations, fluent in languages such as Syriac
and Chaldee. In Jewish tradition, Gabriel is sometimes identified with the
nameless voice that told Noah to prepare the Ark , and the invisible force that prevented
Abraham from sacrificing Isaac, and the voice that spoke to Moses from the
burning bush.
The Jewish mystical text, the Zohar, identifies Gabriel both as the
Master of Dreams, and as the angel who mentors the soul before birth. In this
conception, the bringer of dreams is also the source of the soul’s knowledge of
its destiny and its place in the order of creation.
In the Christian story, Gabriel
is the angel of the Annunciation. He appears to Mary to announce the coming of
the Christ, as he formerly appeared to Zacharias to announce the coming of John
the Baptist. He visits Joseph in a dream to reveal the identity of the divine
child. He returns in another dream to warn the family to flee from Herod’s
persecution.
The beauty of his face and form
are almost feminine in countless Renaissance images of the Annunciation – in
Leonardo’s version, for example, and in Melozzo da Forli’s.
The whole of Islam hangs on
Gabriel’s relationship, as dream guide, with the prophet Muhammad. The prophet
claimed it was Gabriel (Jibril in Arabic) of the “140 pairs of wings”, who
dictated the Koran to him, sura by sura. It was Gabriel who escorted
Muammad on his Night Journey (miraaj)
to gain the personal knowledge of higher worlds.
Gabriel brought Muhammad an
extraordinary ride, the Buraq, sometimes depicted as a mule with a woman’s
face. Like the human mind, the Buraq is restive and must be calmed by the angel
before it can carry Muhammad through the many worlds. They fly to Jerusalem , swift as
thought. They ascend to higher realms from the Dome of the Rock. They explore
successive heavens – some say seven, others nine – where Muhammad interviews
spiritual masters who once lived on earth, as well as planetary angels.
Gabriel parts company with
Muhammad at the Lote Tree of the Farthest Boundary. The Lote Tree is unlike any
tree known on earth. It marks the outer limit of the realm of images; beyond
this, the intellect may not go.
When Muhammad returns to his
body, with the inspiration for the Koran, he finds that water from the jug his
mystical steed kicked over during its take-off is still spilling onto the floor
of his cave. His travels through all the heaven worlds have taken less time
than is required to empty a jug of water.
A hadith says that Gabriel used to come to the Prophet in
the firm of Dihya Kalbi, the most beautiful of his contemporaries. [2]
Muslims believe that Gabriel
descends to earth once a year on the Night of Destiny, towards the end of the
holy month of Ramadan.
In Kabbalah, Gabriel is
associated with Yesod, Foundation, and the sphere of the Moon. In the Western
Mystery traditions, his color is blue
and his element is water. Coptic Christians associate him with Anubis, the canine-headed Egyptian patron of dreaming and astral travel. In Celtic blessings Gabriel is sometimes called the Seer of the Virgin.
My favorite account of Gabriel is from Rumi. The great
Persian mystical poet put himself inside the scene in which Mary first
encountered the archangel and found that (of course) she was terrified.
Alone in her room, Mary saw a
“heart-ravishing form”. It “rose up before her from the face of the earth,
bright as the moon and the sun.”
She trembled with fear. She was
naked and feared that her body would be ravished by this amazing power.
She was so scared she jumped out
of her skin, trusting herself to the protection of God. She was practiced in
“flight to the unseen.” “Seeing this world to be a kingdom without permanence,
she made a fortress of the presence of God” – and sought shelter in that
fortress now.
The angel spoke to her. “I am the
true messenger of the Presence. Do not fear me.” As he spoke, a pure light
flamed from his lips, like a candle, and spiraled up to the star Arcturus.
“You flee from me from the seen
into the unseen, where I am lord and king. What are you thinking? My home is in
the unseen. What you see before you is only a portrait. Mary, look closely, for
I am difficult to grasp. I am a new moon and a yearning in the heart.
“You seek refuge from the one who
is your refuge. You confuse the Friend of your soul with a stranger. You flee
from the Friend you seek. Don’t choose sorrow when what is before you is joy.”[3]
Thirty years ago, in bright sunlight, I had a vision of the archangel as a being of feminine beauty formed of solidified light. I fell on my knees,streaming tears, on a dirt road behind the farm house where I was then living. I wrote a poem for Gabriel from that vision.
Thirty years ago, in bright sunlight, I had a vision of the archangel as a being of feminine beauty formed of solidified light. I fell on my knees,streaming tears, on a dirt road behind the farm house where I was then living. I wrote a poem for Gabriel from that vision.
Song for Gabriel
My
heart is a song that rises
It is a rainbow bridge
spanning
abysses
of place and time
My
heart is a song that rises
to walk in the One Light
to heal the wound
between earth and sky
My heart is a song that rises
My heart is a song that rises
It is the crystal fire
that wakens the sleeper
into the dream
My
heart is a song that rises
It is the pure waterfall
that cleanses my path
with tears of joy
References
1. Joel Covitz, Visions of the Night: A Study of Jewish Dream Interpretation (Boston: Shambhala,1996) 58
2. William C. Chittick, The Sufi Path of Knowledge: Ibn al-‘Arabi’s Metaphysics of Imagination (Albany : State University
of New York
Press, 1989) 117, 396n4
2. William C. Chittick, The Sufi Path of Knowledge: Ibn al-‘Arabi’s Metaphysics of Imagination (
3. Freely adapted from A.J.Arberry's rendition in Tales from the Masnavi (London: Curzon Press, 1994) 267-268.
Text adapted from The Secret History of Dreaming by Robert Moss. Published by New World Library.
Art: Gabriel as Annunciating Angel by Melozzo da Forli (1438-1494)
2 comments:
Wow, so beautiful and wonderful to have all of this information in one place. Thank you Robert!
Inndeed, wonderfull n timely!
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