Colette Aboulker Muscat

Colette of 3000 years

Around the year 906 B.C.E,
in the palace of King David,
Colette was born.

In the year 422 BCE she was
near the Temple when it was burned,
saving the people from the fire.    

Then, she continued to travel along history,
and was born in 28 Jan 1510, in Portugal.
She was named Beatrice.
But was known as "Dona Gracia",
who helped the expelled Jews from Spain
to settle in Italy and Turkey.

On 28 of Jan 1999,
Colette celebrated her 90 years birthday.
In this century she does the best,
She teaches people to cure themselves.

Note: I wrote the above poem for Colette after she told me that she had an image seeing herself helping people escape from the fire in the Temple and its vicinity. Colette said that she believes that she was there. She also said that she is Donna Gracia's reincarnation, and  came back to help people.  Colette's genealogy shows that she and Donna Gracia came from he same family of Sheshet-Benvenisti (AY)

Words on separation arrive this morning . . .
  With a white veil full of stars
I read with tears again adorning
the abyss we each in ourselves must face.

  A multi-colored and radiant waterfall
carries me away in your knowing embrace,
the one you gave me as you gave to your sons.
  The local multi-colored stones

You showed us read themselves in everyone’s
every moment who’s seen them. You said,
  we danced while Grandmother is dying,
and now, in your dying, whatever’s ahead.

Whatever we are, we are what you taught us,
  the heir to all the generations
in all the ways you’ve always brought us
to ourselves. Yet sometimes I feel (when I’m small)

  I have nowhere to put my things,
those parts of myself that get scattered and sprawl
themselves too thin, near the tottering edge.
  The end of the month approaches

Then three thousand promised years. I kedge
myself in new waters and listen for each
  Do you remember? Do you . . . ?
and I do, and I see you with the golden peach—
your fruit of enduring life—and yes, you
  know that this very moment
you will live till the last thought forgets you . . .

Copyright © 2003 by Martin Farren
All rights reserved
Black Jasmine
Sharon, MA
farren1@gmail.com

The poem, written during shloshim, the thirty days following one’s burial, addresses itself to Mme. Colette Aboulker-Muscat. The lines in italics are taken from her book, Life is Not a Novel, and may be found on the following pages: 109, 126, 125, 133, 167, 89, 108, 167, 4.

Colette was a teacher, and she sometimes played games—with numbers, tarot, and so forth. There was one with multi-colored stones which revealed many truths about those who played it.

She possessed a statue of a Chinese sage holding a golden peach, one of two which had resided in the bridal chamber of the emperors of China. It is said that the one who possesses the golden peach will live for three thousand years.

Kedge - n. A light anchor. v.i. To move a vessel by dropping a kedge overboard and hauling the vessel up to it.

Behind the Blue Gate
(for Colette)
by Carol Rose

everything i've tried to understand comes
streaming into this garden behind the blue gate

a sprinkling of light, a luminous presence
an instant of exchange, then a vague sense
of two hands holding my heart, caressing it
placing it gently among the wildflowers

She Changes 
by Carol Rose

(for Colette Aboulker-Muskat)


"she changes everything she touches & everything she touches changes" ...
            (Starhawk)


i visit her in jerusalem between july's quicksilver moon & 
the golden bowl of august's harvest she changes everything
she touches not in the heavens but in her garden 
behind the blue gate where time is eternal yesterday 
& forever married in an instant there are no separations here 
elders dance with children & music ripples through 
jasmine & rose their uptilted blossoms open their faces 
like mine radiant in the alchemy of her love

(Poems from Carol Rose's book "Behind the Blue Gate")