The Path of Tzadi
The Waters of Eden
The rain had fallen through the night, soaking the earth in its embrace. Now, in the hush of early morning, everything was fresh, the scent of wet earth rising like a song, the leaves glistening, the air crisp and clean. The palm trees stood still, their fronds heavy with dew, as if they, too, were waking from a dream.
I had just finished my morning practice, my breath still deep, my heart open. As the first golden rays of the sun began piercing through the clouds, I felt the call, an unspoken invitation. I stepped into the car and drove toward the sea, a short ten-minute journey through this land that had so effortlessly taken me in.
Andalucía…
A land where the Venus lines pulse like an ancient heartbeat, weaving unseen threads of love and longing through the golden earth. Here, the air itself hums with an old, sacred rhythm, a melody that calls my soul to remember something forgotten yet deeply known. The rolling hills, bathed in a honeyed light, whisper stories of poets and mystics, of lovers who once walked these lands beneath the Andalusian moon. The scent of orange blossoms lingers in the breeze, mingling with the salt-kissed breath of the sea, as if the very land is offering itself in devotion.
I have fallen into the arms of this land completely, as one surrenders to the embrace of a long-lost beloved. Every step upon its soil feels like a homecoming, a gentle unraveling of the veils between myself and the living essence of the earth. Its warmth seeps into my bones, not just from the golden sun, but from the spirit of the land itself, a presence both tender and wild. The winds whisper through the olive groves, rustling the silver-green leaves like ancient prayers, reminding me that I, too, am being carried, being shaped, being woven into something greater.
I had left Madrid, leaving behind what was exactly creating bondage, knowing that once again, I needed to empty myself of all things, to trust in my body, my feet, my heart, knowing that in new beginnings, all must be released. The last time I did this was when my beloved died twelve years ago. That death took me to emptiness, and in that emptiness, the Magdalene found me. She led me into the desert of my own soul, where everything I had known burned away until only truth remained.
And now, once again, I needed to die, to completely release, to be stripped of all that no longer belonged, to walk forward with nothing but faith, knowing I was being birthed into something unseen, something concealed.
When I reached the beach, the cold bit at my skin, but I removed my shoes anyway. The sand, damp and cool beneath my feet, welcomed me like an old friend. I walked slowly, each step a prayer, until something within me stirred. Stopping, I let my foot press into the earth, carving a shape into the sand: the letter Tzadi.
This is the letter of Shevat, the one that gave birth to Aquarius, the sign of the water bearer, the one who holds and pours the waters of Eden upon the world. As I traced its form, I felt it within me, a knowing beyond words. Tzadi is the hidden path, the righteous one who moves against the current, trusting the unseen, carrying the waters of wisdom in a world that thirsts.
The waves crept closer, their breath steady and eternal. I watched as the water gently reached my Tzadi, softening its edges, then carrying it away. But it was not lost.
I closed my eyes and felt it still, alive in me, alive in the land, in the sea, in the very air I breathed.
“The tzadik does not follow the river; they carry the water of Eden wherever they go.”
Would you like to bring this letter into your life?
The waters of Eden are not of this world, they are the Shamayim, the upper waters of creation, the pure waters of the Divine Womb. The womb of Shekhinah. The womb of our becoming. They flow beneath the surface of all things, waiting for us to drink, to remember, to return.
We can tap into these waters, the waters of unity and warmth, the waters that whisper: You are whole. You have never been separate.
How do we enter them?
Through silence. Through prayer. Through the breath that softens and opens us. Through the water we drink with devotion, blessing it as the living essence of the Divine. Through the rivers and oceans that call us home, inviting us to submerge, to surrender. Through walking the hidden path of Tzadi, trusting the unseen hands that guide us.
Close your eyes. Feel the waters within you. They have always been here.
Let them rise.
Let them carry you home…
I am wishing all of you a blessed Shabbat Day. During this month of Shevat – Aquarius, the presence of Sarah Tamar, the Christed daughter of Mary Magdalene and Yeshua, is very present. We can connect with her through Sound Vibration.
On the 23rd of February I will facilitate the Kabbalah of Sound, from Scarcity to Fulfillment. Join us in this powerful 3 hour workshop session. CLICK HERE to join.
From the 14th – 16th of February we Gather for the Online Retreat LIGHT CONCEPTION CODES. For more information and registration, CLICK HERE.
The monthly online Magdalene Shabbat is on the 21st of February. Participation is by a small donation, as the funds go towards the children in india that we are sponsoring with their food, clothes and education. CLICK HERE to REGISTER.
As we are in the month of Shevat, you will find the following Sarah Tamar offerings are again open for registration. These are self – paced courses and experiences.
Sarah Tamar Blue Rose Accredited Healing Practitioner Training. CLICK HERE
Sarah Tamar 9 Day Devotional Gathering. CLICK HERE
Sarah Tamar Infinity Codes. CLICK HERE
Sarah Tamar Blue Rose Book of Prayers and Rituals. CLICK HERE
You can also join us for our Community Event in March: The Desert Speaks: A Sacred Journey Through Lent. CLICK HERE
Sending all of you so much love and Shabbat Blessings.
AHAVA,
Ana Otero
