Moises y los 10 Mandamientos,Moses and the ten Commandments,
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Most scholars agree that the “Five Books of Moses” were actually compiled from various texts after the Babylonian Exile. I have no quarrel with this hypothesis, and I am certainly not of the opinion that God literally picked up a pencil and wrote the Bible, or that Moses sat down and wrote every word before he died. The historical, academic, and scientific critiques of the text are almost certainly valid.
But there is a further scholarly assumption with which I am not in agreement. This is the assumption that various scribes, with diverse and often conflicting agendas, took bits and pieces of assorted ancient texts which they happened to like, and wove them together – often at random, with lots of mistakes regarding facts and names, and with much unnecessary repetition of material – into the Bible which we have today: a confusing Bible which leads all sorts of experts into the madness of frantically worrying about “who really wrote this part”, “when was this part really written”, and other useless intellectual wild goose chases.
Rather, I am fully convinced that the people who put together the current Bible knew exactly what they were doing, the pieces were consciously and deliberately arranged by brilliant and enlightened initiates into this extraordinary symbolic story which contains the precise blueprint of the Creation, and the path of the human soul – the microcosm of the Creation – as it fulfills its destiny and returns to God.
Long after the events these stories relate, Socrates will teach his pupils that only those things which help to perfect one’s soul can be called ‘moral’ or ‘good’. Knowing the actual name of the person who wrote this or that passage in the Bible, contributes nothing to the perfection of one’s soul. Proving that a passage was written in this or that city on such and such date, contributes nothing to the perfection of one’s soul. Even finding the archeological remnants of a boat on a mountain in Afghanistan, and proving beyond any possible doubt that a man named Noah built it, would still contribute absolutely nothing to the perfection of one’s soul. Quests of this sort can be intellectually stimulating, and they can certainly be a great deal of fun – heaven knows, there are far worse things with which we could occupy ourselves! But they have little or no spiritual significance. In fact, they often just hypnotize us and drag us away from what is really important – the inner effort to perfect our own soul. We should put aside the scientific demand for ‘proof’ and the academic fascination with textual criticism, and ask ourselves more important, human, and relevant questions: What are these stories trying to tell me? How can these words help me with my life? How can my struggle to unveil their inner meaning help my soul evolve? What are they telling me to do, and how can I do it?