In the Zohar-Book of Secret says after the lion leaves (Saadam Huesin) comes the dog and his name is B’laden; he is less than human. The Midrash-Book of Metaphor says, in that day Rome will rule the world and the last emperor will be named Irom/Naked because of the embarrassment brought upon the people by the king. Bush is Hebrew means embarrassment.

Even the numbers nine and eleven, as in 9—11, are both indicative of chaos according to the number structure based in the Cabala derived from the formation of the Ten Seferot/Luminaries. Twenty is a number signified as Keter/Crown— there were nineteen highjackers. The meaning of chaos, like everything else has two sides—the productive and destructive; it is these two forces of chaos which brings about change.

There was a radical change in America due to the bombing of World Trade Center using of our own transport system—open America was suddenly closed by dictatorial rule accepted by the populous out of fear. Americans are no different than any other peoples in the world responding to fear and anxiety, and the religious zeal unleashed was more than anyone could stand against—reminiscent of the inquisitions when one did not dare speak against the Church.

Sometimes the only way to deal with a festering disease is to let be exposed to the air, and so it was these religious fanatics took control of the wealthiest and most powerful country in the world with an agenda to impose their will with no more than a tepid rationalized excuse. They have played their cards and they have lost. How the pot will be divided and the spoils dispersed are yet to be determined.

But, what will become of America and her bloated economy based on consumption; a hundred years ago consumption was considered a diseased which ate away the flesh. America is a unique country made of immigrants from around the world with a common dream to be free; in those times freedom was defined by open land and opportunity, but now freedom has a much stricter definition—the freedom to make money.

No longer do we adjure the homeless and the destitute to our shores, as engraved into the Stature of Liberty with her torch held high speaking to the world:

"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."

Instead, we want the homeless to go away and to stop immigration.

The calamity of 9-11 caused sudden change, but in the chaos and uncertainty, a beautiful flower is beginning to bud and soon in the spring of our time it will blossom—there will be peace in the world and goodwill between nations; the chaos will eventually give birth to stability and the embarrassment of Rome will cause the empire to lay down with the lamb. The dog will die and love again will reign supreme.