Putting my sense of things into words is, at the very best of times, difficult for me. Sometimes words around a particular subject, or request in this case, do not coalesce right away, so I say nothing for a time to allow things to fall into place. Please know I was not earlier ignoring you.
My questions for you were attempting to point to what can not be defined as a nameable thing, spirit or otherwise. For to name something implies a limited thing -- for example -- this over hear is Jah; and this over here is not Jah. Does that make sense? To name is to limit and define or outline and circumscribe.
What I was attempting to touch upon is That which has absolutely no beginning and no end, is limitless and so can not be talked about as an objective thing outside of us or separate from us -- like a JAHESHUA MISCHAJAH, or a JAH, -- can be talked about. (which you do beautifully and lovingly, I might add).
When we reduce or confine the divine to a nameable deity we open the way to belonging to it (finding ourselves within it's circle), or not belong to it (finding ourselves outside it's circle), which feeds mans inhumanity to man. What I am feebly attempting to point to everyone and everything belongs to unconditionally, no matter the outward circumstance.
In your story there are these two bright spots, two extra-holy spots, which are labeled with the names of your Gods. What I am referring to has no spots, no place or time that is any less or more holy than any other, because it has no limits or boundaries. It is what everyone and everything foundationally and ultimately IS, and when consciously realized it instantly dissolves all walls and sense of other.....because there is no other. It's all there really IS.
When all the stories, drama, definitions, separations, deities, beliefs and mental commentary are silent, what remains? What all the grand drama unfolded IN remains. What is THAT? How wide and deep does it go? Does it move, speak, or ever change? Find this, and you find an unspeakable and bottomless purity that is far, far too beautiful and pristine for the grossness of words or names......and is so close as to be your own true being.