Ten minutes ago, I got back from Meron.

***Update: Video of police blocking the exit in Meron, below***

Or at least, I got back from trying to be in Meron. We left at 1.30am, and the plan was to get there for around 4.00 ish so we could catch the last bonfires and daven the sunrise minyan.

At around 2.30am, I got a frantic phone call from my daughter, who had got a job as a sadranit in the tomb of Rashbi this year.

Her job was to move the crowds of women in the kever along, so no-one would stay more than a few minutes inside.

She – sadly – had a birds’ eye view of everything that was happening outside.

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I had no idea that anything was going on.

The first thing I knew was when my daughter called me up sobbing hysterically that ‘lots of people had got mashed outside’ and 15 people (at that point) had died.

What? What are you saying?

She tried to explain that people had got crushed in ‘the new way that the police built’ – and I was really struggling to understand what she was saying.

But as soon as I understood that the police had built a new, blocked off ‘way’, and that’s where people had been crushed to death – I felt in my bones that whatever had happened in Meron, this was no accident.

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Yesterday, before I went up, I read a bunch of yucky warnings from the Israeli government bemoaning how they wouldn’t be able to enforce their ‘green passports’ in Meron, and making ominous statements like this:

A senior official involved in preparing the plan for Lag Ba’omer on Thursday told Kan News that, “Anyone going to Meron needs to know that his blood is on his own head, and that he may be exposed to coronavirus patients who are walking around unsupervised.”

Even in Covid-19 world, the statements sounded totally OTT and melodramatic.

Now, I’m wondering if it wasn’t someone trying to warn people away because they knew what was going to go down there.

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So we’re driving up in half-stunned silence, when my friend in the USA starts texting me updates.

What actually happened? I asked her, as our cars always seem to have difficulty picking up the radio, even when I want them to.

The bleachers collapsed, she wrote back.

Ah. That made more sense…. I know Meron well, and I just couldn’t understand how so many people – at that point 30 – could be crushed to death the way it’s normally configured – at least not outside the tomb itself.

Then I was thinking about it, and I thought:

How would the bleachers collapse, just like that? They are permanent structures?

Again, the horrible thought arose that what had happened couldn’t be an accident.

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On the approach to Karmiel, where we usually park n’ ride, we passed a convoy of around 12 ambulances, one after another, with lights blaring, on the other side of the road.

That’s when the tragedy started to get real for me, and I started to feel pretty sad.

In the meantime, I had more texts coming in from various people, and was checking on another teen in my home who’d gone up to Meron.

Thank God he was OK, physically, but he was caught in the middle of the crush and found himself stepping on other people.

As soon as I finish typing, I’m doing a pidyon nefesh for him, and for my daughter, to hopefully avert any massive PTSD trauma from experiencing all this.

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There was a lot of weird stuff going on.

Usually, you can’t get past Karmiel on the 85 into Meron, but while their were police cars on the road, they didn’t stop us.

Or anyone else.

So, we travelled on to Tsfat, and arranged to try and meet our daughter there, once the transportation out of Meron would start up again.

In the car on the way, I got another text from my friend in the USA:

Do you think this was planned by the government?

> Yes.

It just came to me after I lit my candles for the souls of those killed.

> It was my first thought.

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My husband counselled me not to jump to conclusions, but my heart was whispering to me all night that this was no accident.

In Tsfat, we drove down to the old cemetery, and I went to say some Pirchei Nevorchim for the people who were dead and injured.

Or at least, I tried to.

For the first 20 minutes or so, I just felt kind of numb.

I was watching all the blue and red lights whizz up and down the road leading from Tsfat to Meron. In the dark, they really stood out.

Then, a group of chareidi men started trying to dance and sing a little, on the men’s side, and I had such mixed feelings about that, even though I know Rabbenu teaches that dancing cancels the harsh decrees.

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As I was sitting there pondering all this, I got another text from my friend in the USA:

It’s a privilege to dance before the fire of Hashem. I think we need to dance before Hashem more.

How did she know, what I was looking at right then, and what I was thinking?

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As the sun started to rise, I had the Ari pretty much to myself, as all the men went to daven netz.

I was in text contact with the teenagers stuck in Meron, and as the magnitude of what had happened sunk in a bit more – and what they both saw and witnessed – I started davening fervently that they shouldn’t have any long-lasting PTSD from all this.

And that somehow, this horrible incident should lead to some ‘healing’ for them, and for Am Yisrael, and not more pain and heartache and destruction.

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It took my kid more than 3 hours to make the short trip between Meron and Tsfat.

The buses were jammed on the road, hardly moving.

When she finally showed up, I just gave her a big hug, as she settled down in the back of the car to sleep.

She didn’t want to talk, just sleep.

It’s an escape route from reality.

I totally get it.

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In the car on the way home, more texts arrived from other friends who knew we were going up to Meron, checking we were OK.

And also telling me that no bleachers had collapsed after all.

So, what really happened?

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That argument will probably continue to rage for the next few weeks.

But here’s what I read when I came home and logged on to see ‘official news reports’ of the tragedy:

Some of the pilgrims blamed the police for locking the gatherers in closed off areas, and essentially creating the crowd that then led to the stampede. 
“A policeman saw the crowd but instead of opening an escape path for people, he threatened them with pepper spray,” Deputy Mayor of Jerusalem Yossi Daitch who was at the scene told the Behadrei Hadarim website. 
And THIS:
United Hatzalah CEO Eli Pollack told The Jerusalem Post that the incident occurred when large crowds of people streamed into a closed-in complex, crushing dozens of people against fences
Two hours before the unfathomable mass casualty occurred, Jerusalem Deputy Mayor Yossi Deitsch warned the police that a tragedy was imminent, B’Chadrei Chareidim reported.

Deitsch told B’Chadrei that he took part in the Boyaner hadlaka two hours before the tragedy and already then he felt the dangerous crushing force of the crowd. “I was being crushed in an unprecedented manner,” he said.

Due to the crowding, he decided to give up on his usual custom of standing and davening at the western entrance, next to the area where the tragedy occurred, and returned home early.

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44 people were crushed to death against ‘new fences’ that the Israeli Police erected in Meron, that weren’t there in previous years.

Every year, half a million people go to Meron – and it’s been that way for at least the last 5-6 years, and this never happened before.

Ma nishtana, halilah ha-zeh?

The new fences that the police erected, to pin visitors in like so many fish in a barrel, which totally changed the usual layout of the area.

And even when they were warned earlier in the evening by the deputy mayor of Jerusalem that this new situation they’d created was very dangerous, and leading to ‘unprecedented’ crowding – they totally ignored him, and let the inevitable tragedy occur.

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So you tell me:

Was this an accident, or was it pre-meditated murder?

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God.

I’m so sick of the evil people running this country, and ruining this world.

I’m so sick of their evil, murderous vendetta against religious Jews and authentic Judaism.

Tatty, please.

I have no idea how this is going to affect my kid, and the other teen in my house that witnessed it first hand, and I’m already worrying about that.

It’s enough already.

Please turn all this horrible suffering around for the good, now.

We can’t take it any more.

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UPDATE:

More facts are coming out, that show the police deliberately created the situation that led to the carnage.

The only question is whether it’s manslaughter or pre-meditated murder.

See THIS:

“More than one person recounted that they saw police block off one end of the passageway to prevent further crowding. The fatal result was that the people inside the passageway were crushed to death….

“…One witness from Beit Shemesh recounted incriminating information about the police in a radio interview:

The whole time there were people passing through and everything was going smoothly. Suddenly there was terrible crowding. I looked up and saw five police officers who were simply standing there and stopping people from passing.

“People begged, cried, screamed that they’re going to die, that they can’t breathe, but they didn’t open the passageway. Children were fainting in their parents’ arms. When the police finally allowed people through, everyone collapsed one on top of the other.”

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It’s very hard to explain this as just ‘negligence’.

You don’t block exits, and refuse to let people out of confined spaces, and threaten them with pepper spray if you’re trying to ‘prevent overcrowding’.

My daughter told me more details of what was going on that are very hard to explain or justify, in terms of how you would manage a situation if you were trying to save people’s lives, and not just trying to add to the crush and the confusion.

Like, for example, the police ordering all of the pilgrims to leave the Kever, all at once, and to head towards the exits, all at once.

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This was not just the tragedy of ‘Toldos Aharon’.

They are starting to release the names, and so far, each person has belonged to a different community, a different city – even a different country.

This was mamash the tragedy of all of Am Yisrael.

And from the ashes of this very bitter L’Ag B’Omer, our nation will rise with renewed strength, with renewed achdut, and with a renewed determination to finally ‘destroy the evil within our midst’ once and for all.

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UPDATE #2: VIDEO OF POLICE BLOCKING THE EXIT IN MERON

This video is already being flagged as ‘inappropriate’ – the first stage to them trying to remove it. So, if you can’t view it on Youtube, below, I’m also uploading it straight on the site.

It’s very upsetting, to see how the police caused this situation to happen, be warned.

But we can’t duck the truth. We have to face it head on – because otherwise, they will just keep doing what they are doing to religious Jews in Israel.

And I don’t want to see any more people being killed.

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UPDATE #4: THIS IS WHAT THEY WERE AIMING AT, ALL ALONG:

“We need to close the holy site and limit the number of people.”

The State of Israel is waging an all-out war against religious Jews, and our beliefs and practices.

It’s going after everything holy.

But from all this, something very good is going to sprout.

Soon.

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One of my readers sent me some very interesting additional information about ‘Freud the Frankist’.

I’m sharing it with you below, because I think it’s amazing how all the different pieces of this puzzle are starting to fall together.

Remember that Frankist Freud, and his twisted ideas, are the basis of modern psychiatry and psychology – even though so many of his ideas are now discredited.

They still created the foundation that modern psychiatry / psychology is built on, and that has lead us directly to a world where people are encouraged to believe their brains are somehow ‘broken’; that there is no soul, and that their mental illnesses and issues are genetic / inherited issues – as opposed to directly due to traumatic experiences and psychological (and other…) forms of abuse.

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The core of people – their soul – is fundamentally good.

But then they then get ‘caught’ in some massive klipot, or shells of evil, because of all their hardships they experience, especially as children, plus ‘intergenerational trauma’, that’s passed on in the RNA of the genes for up to 4 generations.

Exactly as described in the Torah.

You could basically throw away the whole DSM and boil everything down to one issue, one ‘disorder’, namely:

PTSD and C-PTSD.

I.e., mental issues that arise as a result of experiencing overwhelming trauma, either acute or chronic, usually inflicted by caregivers (aka ‘parents’.)

That’s it.

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Once you know that, you can really start to deal with the issues at their root, in the traumatised ‘nefesh’, while also strengthening the core soul, or neshama.

But what did Frankist Freud do?

He came along, and turned white to black.

He told all these poor people in Vienna who were being abused physically and in other shocking ways by their Frankist-Freemason parents (from pretend ‘Jewish’ families, and non-Jewish families) – that they were making the whole thing up, and that the problem was all with them, and their ‘broken psyche’.

And at a stroke, he let the real evil, and the real perpetrators, off the hook for at least the next 50 years.

A kid would have some hazy memories of being intimately abused by a parent – as happened and happens ALL THE TIME in these horrible ‘reverse kabbalah’ households – and then thanks to Freud, no-one believed them, even if they did get the courage to share it with someone else.

Honestly, it’s sickening.

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Alice Miller called this out in many of her books.

She was a practising Freudian analyst for 30 years, when one day, she realised that Freud’s whole approach was to blame the child for the faults and sins of the parent.

Here’s a little of how she summed it up, taken from Wikipedia.

“For twenty years I observed people denying their childhood traumas, idealising their parents and resisting the truth about their childhood by any means.”..

Miller was critical of both Freud and Carl Jung. She scrutinised Freud’s drive theory, a device that, according to her and Jeffrey Masson, blames the child for the abusive sexual behaviour of adults.”

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You can see her website HERE, and she died (by suicide) in 2010.

She came from a Jewish background, married a Catholic, and probably knew a lot more about what was really going  on behind the scenes in pretend-Jewish ‘reverse kabbalah’ homes than she let on.

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Don’t think this is just yesterday’s problem, btw.

There is a true epidemic of mental illness and abuse engulfing the world today, and that’s why so many people are hooked on drugs – prescribed and otherwise – to deal with their emotional pain.

Even today, warped psychiatry and big Pharma are trying to deliberately obscure the link between traumatic experiences in childhood and mental illness as an adult.

While the CIA was busy setting up ‘MK Ultra’ and ‘MK Monarch’ projects to develop trauma-based mind-control techniques of small children, and the Tavistock Institute was developing projects to ‘traumatise’ us all into submission on a mass-scale, their puppets in psychiatry and psychology are still pretending that childhood trauma:

a) really doesn’t happen so much and

b) is not such a big deal, anyway.

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False Memory Syndrome‘ is just the latest in a long line of ploys to persuade the victims of childhood abuse – and everyone else – that they are making it all up.

There are no bad people in the world, doing bad things…

There are no Frankist-Freemasons, ritually abusing and torturing their children (and others….) 

There are no bad parents, just ‘bad kids’ who deserve to be punished….

Whatever.

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So, here’s what my correspondent wrote to me, about Frankist Freud.

Bezrat Hashem, as more of the real truth starts to be told about the people who have shaped our modern world, the scales will fall from the eyes of more and more of us, and all the evil, and the evil ideas, they created will crumble to dust.

Amen.

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There was a book written precisely on the subject of Freud from this perspective:

Sigmund Freud and the Jewish Mystical Tradition, by David Bakan.

In it he explains, as I recall, how Freud’s father-in-law, a Reform rabbi and Frankist inspired his entire system of psychology.

Freud himself was a member of the Freemason-inspired Bnei Brith.

I began to write a book on this subject a number of years ago (unfinished).  I quote an excerpt at the bottom of the page.

In essence, Freudian psychology makes the “id” which is another term for the yetzer hara, the most pinimi part of a person, and a person’s yetzer tov, it calls the “super-ego” which is basically a person conscience, something hitzoni. 

Therefore, it managed to convince the entire world that they need to follow after their yetzer hara ad hasof, since this is their “truth”, and not follow any type of morality, since this is superficial and imposed on them.

Thus we have the incredible breakdown in morality that we see in every part of the world at the moment, and the nasty, bitter war against religion, particularly Judaism which is the original “super-ego”.

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Sigmund Freud and the Kabbalah of Self-Destruction

The basic self-destructive tendency of Freudian psychology and its offshoots are rooted in a 300 year old messianic religion which took one bizarre turn after the next.  Eventually this religion found its way to Vienna, where Freud was apparently exposed to its thinking and thereafter began to formulate his system of psychoanalysis, disguising, either deliberately or indeliberately, its precepts in scientific, medical jargon.

This is described in detail in the book, Sigmund Freud and the Jewish Mystical Tradition, by David Bakan.

In truth, the mystical tradition which Bakan is describing is the system of Shabbatian kabbalah that was formulated in the second half of the 17th century.  This should be distinguished from genuine kabbalah, Jewish mysticism, which is much more ancient and is the very opposite of the self-destructive trend.

The kabbalah that Freud chose to base his ideas on is the kabbalah of the false messianic movement of Shabbatai Zvi (1626-76).

In the midst of Shabbatian-dominated late 19th century Vienna, he took the Shabbatian religion, got rid of the false messiah, dressed it up in scientific formulas and sold it to the world.

And the world bought it, and philosophically became Shabbatians in the way they think, completely unaware of the fact.

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And that explains a heck of a lot, doesn’t it?

TBC

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A couple of days ago, I was having a chat with my friend S.

We were talking about her sudden realisation that there is a ‘parallel universe’ going on in the world, that is not at all soft and fluffy, and that is the very antithesis of everything you and I want for the world, and for ourselves, and for our children and grandchildren.

That’s a terrifying thought.

And most people will quickly shut it down and run away from it – unless they are building the capacity to hold ‘truth’ in their minds and souls via regular talking to God sessions.

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My friend has been doing hitbodedut, on and off, for a while already.

But she said to me:

I don’t get the same sort of ‘messages’ you get from God.

I told her I don’t believe that.

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EVERYONE is getting messages from God all the time, regardless of whether or not they are actually talking to Him every day.

So then we got into a very interesting discussion about what a ‘message from God’ actually is.

My friend asked me to write about it, because she thinks it will help more people out there to take themselves, and their spiritual connection to God, seriously.

So this post is in her zchut.

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Very, very rarely, do I get what most people would think of as a ‘message from God’ in my hitbodedut – i.e. some sort of statement or clearly stated answer to a problem I’m grappling with.

It does happen occasionally, but most of the time, God is actually sending the ‘messages’ via a much simpler route, namely:

Our feelings.

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There has been a war on humanity recognising our true feelings for well over a century.

And probably even longer.

But let’s deal with the most recent bit of this ‘war’ against the part of our soul that goes by the name ruach.

The story starts with the cocaine-using Sigmund Freud.

A lot of the families in Viennese high society were riddled with horrible, unspeakable acts of child abuse and incest.

When Freud started psychoanalysing his patients, a lot of these disturbing memories and stories started to leak out in those sessions.

At some point, Freud realised that if he pursued this line of action – i.e. openly linking people’s mental issues and soul-disfigurement to all the abuse and trauma they’d suffered in childhood – he would be totally shunned in Viennese society and made persona non grata.

So instead, he took the coward’s way out, and sold out abused children for at least the next 60-70 years, by claiming all these ‘memories’ of terrible child abuse and incest by parents were repressed ‘Oedipal’ tendencies.

In other words, he totally and utterly lied.

And he totally and utterly invalidated these children’s traumatic experiences, and memories and even more crucially, their feelings.

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It’s hard for me to not think that Freud himself must have been morally compromised from the start, to have done that.

But I guess we won’t know until Moshiach comes and shows us exactly what’s been going on.

What is beyond a doubt is that the ‘legacy’ of Freudian psychoanalysis has led to some of the worst crimes against humanity being covered up and repressed for well over a hundred years.

It’s a classic ‘gas lighting’ tactic of narcissistic abusers to keep telling their victims that they can’t trust their own memories, their own experiences, their own minds, their own feelings.

And Western society has been built on a paradigm that encourages parents to ‘socialise’ their children out of feeling what they really feel, and out of trusting themselves on a deep soul level.

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Modern society shames people – especially women – for feeling.

It calls us names like ‘over-emotional’, and ‘weak’, and even ‘bi-polar’ and ‘clinically-depressed’ – when really, all these feelings we have, some of which can sometimes be overwhelming and debilitating, are just reactions to things we are experiencing in the world.

Clinically depressed people have ALWAYS had some sort of severe emotional neglect and / or abuse in the past, usually from a parent in a childhood, and especially from a mother.

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Clinical depression is just an extreme form of the FREEZE response to being placed under chronic or acute stress. 

And as such, it’s a perfectly ‘normal’ reaction, albeit not a pleasant or useful one.

No-one’s ‘brain is broken’.

Once people understand that all of their emotional states – even extreme ones – contain messages from God about what they need to deal with, recognise, work on, change or accept, the ’emotional state’ itself gets way, way easier to work with and tame.

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Same with things like ADD – which is just an extreme FLIGHT response to acute or chronic trauma.

Give me any ‘mental health issue’, and I guarantee it’s rooted in some sort of unpleasant experience, or experiences, or fear, or ‘stress’, that the person’s primitive brain is reacting to.

(If you’re interested, I wrote a whole book on how the stress response reacts in different people, called People Smarts, which you can find on Amazon HERE.)

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The point being, that God uses our feelings to communicate some very important messages to us.

For example, so many of my ‘messages’ come from a feeling I have that something is not quite right with a certain picture, or person.

In the past, when my ‘BS-O-Meter’ would start to ping off, I would often just try to ignore it or bury it. I’d been socialised by society to keep talking to creeps and yucky people even when they were making me uncomfortable.

That put me into some very vulnerable positions, because the ‘difficult characters’ out there quickly recognise when they are dealing with someone who can’t stand up for themselves when they need to – and that’s when life can get very unpleasant, very quickly.

Now, when it dings off, I pay very careful attention to it.

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In my hitbodedut, I’ll go back in and I’ll try to figure out why a certain something, a certain someone, is making me feel stressed, unhappy, nervous, angry, on edge – whatever it might be.

I can’t always pin it down – and it’s not always the other person’s problem, either, sometimes they are just triggering something that is entirely my issue to deal with.

But the point is, that God is sending me that ‘feeling’ as part of a message that needs to be decoded and analysed.

Once I learned to start respecting my own feelings, and to give them the ‘space’ they needed for me to really know what it was I was actually feeling, my extreme mood swings pretty much disappeared overnight.

Now, I have no problem standing up for myself against all the creepy, yucky people out there, and as a result, my life is way less complicated and much, much happier than it used to be.

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But ‘feeling’ messages can also work in a positive way, too.

When I didn’t know anything about the Rav, Rabbi Berland, for example, my starting point was a feeling that something was ‘off’ in all the reporting about him.

I couldn’t put my finger on it exactly, but it just didn’t feel right.

That’s when I started doing my own research to see what was really going on, and that’s when I started to unpick the whole, sordid story of how the Rav had been framed by the same evil people who are now pulling the ‘COVID-19’ con trick on us all, via the media.

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But even when I had a bunch of information that seemed to show the Rav was totally innocent of any of the charges that had been fabricated against him, I still took a few months to really work through what my soul was telling me about him.

When I thought about the Rav, what was the feeling I got?

Calm and happy, or uneasy and anxious?

Time and time again, when I explored my real feelings in hitbodedut, I got the ‘calm and happy’ vibe back.

That’s what gave me the courage to cautiously approach the Rav more, and to risk being more part of his community.

But even then, anytime I got even a whiff of the BS-O-Meter going off, I stopped to explore it in my hitbodedut, and to work out the messages that God was trying to give me.

Not everyone around a True Tzaddik is a true tzaddik themselves, and yucky people automatically gravitate to positions where they can have a ‘presumption of innocence’ and trust.

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Thank God, really, for all the persecution of Shuvu Banim and the Rav.

Because it smoked out so very many of the ‘yucky’ people, who quickly peeled off and went somewhere else, where they didn’t have the whole world poking holes in their cover stories and actively seeking out their misdeeds and bad middot.

The people who are left are, for the most part, some of the best people in the world.

They are people who have been constantly humiliated and disgraced – and who have continued to stand up for the Rav, and continued to try to do what’s right, even at great personal cost to themselves.

But I digress.

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Most people today have been totally cut off from feeling their own feelings, and owning their own emotions.

We are the ‘Prozac’ generation, who were taught that any feeling that is not fake happy is somehow bad and requires medication.

But all feelings – even ‘bad’ feelings – are actually just messages for us to decode, and clues from Hashem that are being sent to lead us forward in life, somehow.

Feelings are part of the soul level called ruach.

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The soul level associated with the physical body and ‘reptilian brain’ is called the nefesh, or animal soul.

The soul level associated with our mind, higher functioning and connection to God is called the neshama.

And the soul level ‘in between’ these two extremes of ‘animal’ and ‘angel’ is the ruach.

The ruach is the part of the brain that’s actually feeling things.

Then, there’s a fight that goes on between the ‘animal’ brain and the ‘angelic’ brain to frame our feelings correctly.

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When we do hitbodedut regularly – and we try to adopt a more emuna-dik, God-centric approach to life – that strengthens the ‘angel’ brain, and weakens the ‘animal’ brain’s grip on us.

When the ‘angel brain’ is in the driving seat, and ruling over the ‘animal brain’, our extreme emotional states, mood swings and physiological stress responses start to calm down.

BUT ONLY WHEN WE’RE TAKING THE TIME TO ACKNOWLEDGE ANY REAL ‘DANGER’, AND TO NOT JUST PUSH IT UNDER A MENTAL CARPET.

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Let’s use some real-life examples.

If there is a situation or a person that makes you feel very tense – that’s usually a big clue from God that there is ‘something’ there that you are finding threatening or unpleasant.

If you feel wrung-out or down or depleted or ‘missing’ after an interaction, that’s usually a big clue that the other person is sucking way more energy out of you, than they are giving in return. All relationships are give and take, but if you are always the one giving – that’s a problem that needs to be addressed.

For me personally, if I start to feel that someone is trying to manipulate me emotionally with guilt trips or ‘save me’ stories (who aren’t my kids…), I will pull back sharply and put up a barrier.

In the past, I used to feel so bad for other people, I could really get taken advantage of.

Now, when I get that ‘uncomfortable’ feeling in the pit of my stomach, I don’t push it down, I listen to it, and I make a conscious decision whether I still want to engage with the other person, or not. 

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All this stuff is part of the ‘conversation’ I have with God – and of course, with myself.

The last thing I wanted to touch on in this post, is that the concept of da’at, of ‘knowing’, can’t really be translated into words, it has to be experienced.

Sometimes, the da’at you get in hitbodedut, in talking to God, totally transcends even things like ‘feelings’ or ‘thoughts’.

So many times, I find myself knowing something, but without being able to explain how I have that knowledge, or why I know it to be true.

That is also how Hashem gives us messages.

And I think that’s probably the most sublime way, Hashem gives us messages.

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Any one out there can get ‘messages’ from Hashem, starting today.

All that’s required is a bit of patience, a bit of work to reconnect to feelings that may have been in the deep freeze for decades, and a bit of courage to follow the truth and the da’at and the direction you’ll get from shemayim, wherever it might take you.

As the world of lies continues to implode, we will need that strong connection to Hashem to keep going through the darkness, and to discern the real light at the end of the tunnel, when it shows up.

Start small, just five minutes a day.

Or even one minute.

Something.

But also remember that God is talking to us via everyone and everything 24/7, and that we are constantly surrounded by opportunities to get to know Him – and ourselves – better.

Don’t be scared to feel, even if those feelings start off overwhelming and ‘angry’.

They are a part of your ruach – mamash, a part of your soul.

And when you make space for them, and really listen to the messages they contain, you’ll see how fast your life starts to transform for the better, and how quickly your feelings become your best friends.

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If you want me to try to explain more about anything here, or about other aspects of talking to God, let me know in the comments.

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The facemask fascism has now followed us here.

If you read my blog on a regular basis, you’ll know that I totally don’t buy into all the propaganda around ‘why we need to wear facemasks’ – or all the propaganda about Covid-1984, generally.

As soon as I hit Ben Gurion in the wee hours of Thursday morning, I was forced to wear a mask – over my nose! – pretty much non-stop (except in the toilet cubicles) through Charles de Gaulle and Lisbon airports, until we hit Zhuliany airport in the Ukraine.

There, we noticed a curious thing:

Hardly any of the Ukrainians were wearing facemasks at all, and very few of those who were wearing them were wearing them over their noses.

That was a silver lining amidst all the difficulty of being detained in Zhuliany airport for 17 hours, that at least no-one was enforcing full-on facemasks. That would have been unbearable.

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When we got out to Kiev, I saw that less than one in 10 Ukrainians were wearing facemasks on the street – and my heart leapt with joy.

For the first time in months and months, I could walk around the streets without peering over my shoulder waiting for the Corona-fascist cops to fine me for not wearing a mask.

It was the first time I could really ‘breathe’ outside for about 4 months, as I live in Jerusalem where Corona Fascism is unfortunately flourishing.

We had the same sense of freedom when we first got to Uman, early Sunday morning. In the shops, some people were wearing masks, most people weren’t, and no-one was enforcing anything.

Already by today, that’s all changing.

Facemask fascism has caught up with me in Uman, and when I went to the pizza shop today, they were marking out the retarded ‘2 metre social distancing’ measurements on the floor with pink stickies.

Sigh.

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At the kever of Rabbenu, big signs popped up like so many red and white mushrooms, telling us all to wear a mask, because the Rosh Hashana gathering in Uman depended on us being seen to follow the rules, and the fate of millions and billions of people were hanging on whether Rosh Hashana in Uman happens this year, or not.

At least with that last point, I couldn’t argue.

Rav Berland said a few weeks back that if 40,000 people got to Uman this year, the whole Corona plandemic would be cancelled and obliterated.

Halavai.

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Just now I was in the women’s section by Rabbenu, still trying to get my head together after having 4 straight days of no sleep, 17 hours of incarceration at Zhuliany airport, one shabbos with 120 male chassids all squished into one hotel in Kiev, and (the most difficult of all…) approaching a week non-stop of spending time with my family.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, my kids, my husband and my daughter’s ‘plus one’, hopefully bashert.

But this morning, I started to feel so wobbly again inside.

God, when does this madness end? Not just the madness of me now being in Uman for three weeks, totally on the back foot and unprepared for that, but all this general madness, of feeling pursued by Corona fascism wherever in the world I go?

That’s how it feels at the moment, that I can’t get away from the tyranny, the obvious ‘bad’, the obvious evil that is happening here.

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In Jerusalem, I tried to insulate myself from the madness by stocking my house with enough basic food staples to last us a month, if it had to, so we could wait out any ‘storm’ without having to go outside.

And now…. I’m here.

And all my couscous and tuna is there.

And here…. I don’t even know how the sugar looks, or have an oven to cook in.

These are small things, but today I felt them overwhelming me.

I am so unprepared for this. I can’t look after my family properly. I don’t have a washing machine, I don’t have any tea towels, and I’m here in Uman for 3 weeks over Rosh Hashana….

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God has been very good to us.

We managed to rent a really good place within a couple of hours of arriving (apparently, that’s unheard of for Rosh Hashana, but with all the uncertainty, we probably found it easier than otherwise.)

In terms of Uman, Rosh Hashana, we are in a 3 roomed mansion that’s new, clean and has a big (traif…) kitchen. But the stove and sink are easily koshered, so I’m already cooking here, and there’s no oven to worry about in any case.

I’m two minutes from the kever, and our landlord is grumpy, but apparently one of the better Ukrainians we could be dealing with.

I know in so many ways I’m so lucky to be here.

And at the same time, my soul is just so very tired of all this, and can’t take any more of it.

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Just now, I was in the kever and Shula, that permanent fixture of the ladies’ section, rushed in to tell us that we had to past the mivchan (the test) tomorrow.

Apparently, the president of the Ukraine is coming tomorrow, to check that we’re all wearing our masks and keeping our distance and praying in the retarded ‘capsules’ they’ve now set up on the mens’ side of the kever.

If we pass the test, word is they will open the borders to religious Jews, and Uman Rosh Hashana 5781 will happen after all.

Halavai.

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Sigh.

Dear readers, my whole world is so upside down at the moment. I’m living in a country where a hand-turned wooden chopping board costs less than a single kosher bread roll, where the chickens are as big as ostriches, where the cucumbers look like prickly cactii, and where I have no idea where the ‘me’ is really meant to fit into this equation.

A woman in Uman in Rosh Hashana, with my two girls.

My laptop is at home in Jerusalem, with all the login info I need for my emails.

My books are there.

My garden is there.

My friends are there.

My baking equipment is there.

What am I doing here?

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I guess God will show me when the time is right.

But in the meantime, events of the last week have really pushed me to the edge of my koach, and my ability to manage.

BH, Rebbe Nachman will help me to find the strength to bounce back.

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With each day that passes, I realise even more that we’re living in a mad world.

In case you’re wondering why there aren’t a lot of posts going up the site at the moment, there are two reasons for that.

  • I’m in the middle of writing another book, and it’s taking a lot of time.
  • I’m currently having a minor disagreement with my better half, as I really want to write a whole lot more about what’s really going on with the yucky people who are sadly running our part of the world, and my husband is scared that if I do that, I’ll get myself in trouble.

So in the meantime, we’re having something of a stand-off and I’m not sure what exactly I should be writing, if I can’t write what God is putting in my soul to write.

But I can tell you this: it’s a mad world.

And it’s getting madder by the day.

On Shabbat, I went for a walk around Talpiot early in the morning, as the new book is taking a lot of mental concentration and I needed to ‘decompress’ my brain a little, with a longer hitbodedut session than usual.

As I rounded the bend that took me deep into Talpiyot’s industrial zone, which was all but deserted save for a couple of taxis, one police cruiser and a couple of local Arabs on foot, I spotted a strange figure motioning at me to come closer to the bus stop, where he / she was standing.

From a distance, I didn’t know who or what I was dealing with, but I could see the person didn’t look ‘normal’, and I also knew that there was no-one else around to help, if help was required. I took a deep breath, and went over.

It turned out to be a middle-aged woman with a buzz-cut and glasses, wearing boy’s clothes and a pair of oversized black man’s shoes. Even before she opened her mouth, I knew she was totally crazy.

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“There’s a pedophile here!” She told me, motioning up the road. “He’s attacking his grandchildren, he’s attacking children!”

Well, that certainly got my attention. I debated how I should react to this news.

“Do you want me to flag down the police car?” I asked her.

“No!!!!!” she responded emphatically. “They all want to date me. All the policemen want to date me.” Just then, the police car cruised by and beeped at us, as the crazy woman told me “Don’t look at them, don’t look at them! But you see? They all like me. They were smiling at me, right?”

I tried telling her that I hadn’t been looking at them, as per her instructions, but she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Crazy people don’t like being told cold, hard facts that interfere with their narrative.

“You from America?” she asked me, suddenly switching into English. It’s part of my ongoing experience of being humbled on a daily basis that even the brain-damaged people I meet in Israel typically speak better English to me than I can speak Hebrew to them. “I’m from England,” I told her warily.

“Yeah!” she nodded. “Eastenders! Teletubbies! I know! I’m your angel, do you know that? God sent me to you to protect you from that pedophile. I want you to stay with me here until my madrich comes to get me.”

It was Shabbos. It was clear (to me) that no madrich was coming to get her.

“Do you have a phone?” she asked me. “No, it’s Shabbat.” “I know, I know, you don’t have to tell me!” she responded angrily. “I’m also making teshuva. Do you have a head-covering for me?” I didn’t.

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So now I said to myself, God, what do you want from me?

What do you want me to do with this stark-raving crazy lady in the middle of Talpiyot who wants me to wait with her until the Moshiach comes?

The Police cruiser came around again, and this time I went against her instructions and looked in their direction and tried to subtly flag them down. The two policewomen in the car looked at me, then drove off.

“You see? They love me! Right they were smiling at me?! They all want to be my boyfriend. But most of them are married! And I’m not a slut,” gabbled on the crazy lady. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that there were no policemen in sight, and the police women clearly felt they had better things to do than take a crazy lady back to her institution.

“Listen,” she said to me suddenly, as though she’d been reading my thoughts. “I’m not crazy. I just have CP. You know what is CP?” I nodded. “I need you to walk me back to my madrich. I’m your angel. You need me.”

I raised my eyes to the Heavens again.

Lord, what do you want from me?

Go with the crazy woman. You can’t leave her here.

“Where is your madrich?”

“Tzomet Pat”

That was miles away! I sighed heavily. Ok, God. Ok. If that’s what You want, that’s what I’ll try to give You.

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We started walking, and I realized with sinking stomach that the crazy lady had a really bad limp.

This was going to take ages. She looked at me, saw my bemused expression, and started insulting me.

“You’re a sick person, you know that? You’re mentally ill! You should be in a hospital!”

I raised an eyebrow, than agreed with her. That threw her. So she tried to insult me again.

“What do you have, schizophrenia? Depression? You know, you’re a sick person. You’re not nice. You don’t trust anyone. Come on, trust me!” she told me emphatically. “I’m not going to do anything to you!”

Thanks to my teenagers, my tolerance for being insulted is pretty high.

But even so, she was approaching the cresting point. I realized it would be better for everyone if she continued her monologue in Hebrew. That way I could pretend to be listening without having to get too involved.

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So she took my hand – for my own safety, of course, so the pedophile wouldn’t get me – and we walked along at 2 cms an hour, over the bike track and up onto the other side of Makor Chaim.

The whole way, she was telling me about her 11 year old son, who wasn’t adopted. And her ex-husband who was a Russian Jew, but they still had to get married in a civil wedding in Cyprus. Now they were divorced. She told me she had cancer. She told me she’d had two serious operations. She told me that Avi had just killed himself, because she’d refused to marry him.

“His Facebook account is blocked now, right?” I nodded mechanically. “That means he’s dead! It’s very sad.” She started crying. “You didn’t kill him,” I told her emphatically (who knows if ‘Avi’ even existed, but when you’re in Mad World, there are certain rules you have to follow.)

She turned on my angrily. Don’t be aggressive with me, ok? I’m a black belt karate! I’ll hit you so hard you won’t get up again!”

She looked at me with angry eyes, and I looked back at her 5ft nothing, limping frame and sighed a very deep sigh again. You can’t disagree with crazy people about anything. They are always right. So I apologized and nodded, and we carried on.

At 2cm an hour.

In the boiling sun.

And I didn’t have any water.

And I was starting to need the toilet.

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I cleared my throat.

“Do you know where we’re going?”

“Come on! Trust me! What’s the matter with you!!” she started yelling at me again.

I ignored her.

Do you know where we are going? I can’t spend all day going to Tzomet Pat with you.

Right at the beginning of the journey, we’d had a disagreement about the direction to take and fool that I am, I thought she’d really known where she was going. I wasn’t going to make that mistake twice.

“I’m going to ask someone” I told her – which again got her a little mad and panicked, but I wasn’t going to take no for an answer this time.

“It’s FORBIDDEN for you to speak to a man, what sort of religious woman are you?!” she shouted at me, then ran off to flag down the jogging bald-headed man that was heading straight for us.

“Where’s Tzomet Pat?” I asked him. He pointed me in a direction, and the crazy lady started up that he was lying, and that it was the other way. My patience broke.

“Listen,” I said in English. “She’s a little bit crazy, and I’m trying to help her get to her madrich. Please tell me where Tzomet Pat is.”

That was it. I’d done the unthinkable. I’d dared to state that the crazy person was crazy.

I’d broken the cardinal rule of the ‘Mad World’. This was unforgivable.

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The crazy person turned on me and started abusing me roundly on the street.

“I knew you were a sick person! Get away from me, before I put you in hospital! I don’t want you to come anywhere with me! Go away!”

Now my guilt reflex kicked in. Should I leave the crazy woman here, in the middle of the road? Am I now responsible for getting her home?

I decided to try to follow her stealthily for a minute, hiding out behind some cars, to check she’d be OK. She spotted me immediately, and started abusing me again.

“You’re disgusting! You’re sick! Stop stalking me! Go and get help!”

Just like that, the tables had been neatly turned, and now I looked like the crazy person.

Talk about a mad world.

I turned and walked back in the other direction, towards my home.

The little bit of nachas I’d schlepped from putting myself out to do a mitzvah, however strange and unwillingly, had totally disappeared. Instead, I just felt pretty bad about myself.

God, what was I meant to have done differently? How was I meant to have reacted? Am I really responsible for trying to help these people, who are totally insane?

I don’t have an answer.

I came home in a thoughtful mood, and not for the first time, I thanked God for keeping me out of the loonie bin. Who knows how crazy people really get that way. Certainly, there’s usually been a lot of suffering, a lot of pain, a lot abuse on the way down into the madness.

There but for the grace of God go I.

But in the meantime, it’s a mad world out there, and getting crazier all the time.

And I have no idea, really, how it’s all going to get fixed.

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Is it just me, or are most people getting dumb and dumber by the day?

I’m currently writing another book (!) on stress, and its damaging effects on the brain, so I can tell you categorically that most people today seem to have some form of stress-induced brain damage, that’s causing them to act even more dumb and dumber over time.

People just can’t assimilate new information, they can’t change their minds. They have fixed opinions and they’re unable to see anyone else’s point of view. Depending on what their dominant stress response is, they react to any discomfort socially by going on the attack (FIGHT), running away (FLIGHT), totally ignoring ‘the issue’ (FREEZE), or keeping things so superficially ‘fake nice’ (FLATTER) there’s simply no room for deep thought, or a deep exchange of ideas.

All this happens when people have stress-induced brain damage – and all this is happening in spades all around us, right now. And the more ‘damaged’ the person is, emotionally, the harder they find it to engage with different ideas, new ways of doing things.

Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if the Prophet Daniel had given over some of his wisdom to our generation.

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MENE MENE, TEKEL UPHARSIN

“It can’t be a real prophecy, I don’t understand it,” sniffed Dumb.

“Never mind that!!” Barked Dumber. “Only xtians talk in riddles like this! That message can’t be from God, because He always expresses Himself very clearly. I don’t think this Daniel guy is even a Jew!!”

And so it continued.

When the Prophet Zechariah would stand up to give over his message for the Jewish people, Dumb and Dumber stood there in the front row, clutching their copies of the Ramchal and heckling him.

Zechariah Chapter 3:

“Hear now, O Yehoshua the High Priest, you and your companions that sit before you; for they are men that are a sign; for, behold, I will bring forth My servant the Shoot.

For behold, the stone that I have laid before Yehoshua; there are seven facets upon one stone; behold, I will engrave the graving thereof, said the Lord of Hosts: And I will remove the iniquity of that land in one day.”

‘Rubbish!!!’ Yelled out Dumb.

‘Ridiculous mumbo-jumbo!!!’ Echoed Dumber. ‘If you were a REAL prophet, you’d make this stuff easy to understand, like the Rambam did, and not just lead the masses on with all this xtian-sounding clap trap!’

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But the person they derided the most was Ezekiel (1:25-7):

“And there was a voice from the firmament that was over their heads, when they stood, and had let down their wings.

And above the firmament that was over their heads was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone: and upon the likeness of the throne was the likeness as the appearance of a man above upon it.

And I saw as the color of amber, as the appearance of fire round about within it, from the appearance of his loins even upward, and from the appearance of his loins even downward, I saw as it were the appearance of fire, and it had brightness round about.”

‘Is the man on drugs?’ Dumb wanted to know.

‘I think it’s worse than that’, muttered Dumber. ‘Only a XTIAN would try to give the likeness of an appearance to God!!! He’s obviously a false prophet, a false messiah! No wonder he keeps going on and on about the Temple being rebuilt and how it’s all going to look in the future!!! The Rambam would NEVER say something like that!!!’

Who could argue with such erudite YouTube scholars as these?

I tell you what else is very troubling, continued Dumb. This Ezekiel figure is playing with fire. He’s egging on the masses that we’re going to have a rebuilt Temple, and that the Moshiach is going to come. But he’s totally crazy! Look, he’s spent a whole year lying on his side on the pavement, baking his bread over cow dung!! Who does something like that?! Certainly no real Rabbi I’ve ever heard of!

He’s just a delusional charlatan, agreed Dumber. I mean, all those prophecies about the Temple, and did any of them ever happen? He’s just beguiling people with riddles, and filling their heads with nonsense about ‘bones’ coming back to life. You just don’t find reputable Jewish leaders doing things like that. I think he’s a hare krishna.

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Just then, Dumbest showed up, and all three of them repaired to the nearest pub, to continue their high-level discussion of esoteric Torah principles over a pint of Guinness and a packet of cheese and onion crisps.

Dumbest, what do you think about all these gobbledy-gook ‘pronouncements’ from Ezekiel? Is he a true leader of the Jews, or a false one?

Dumbest put his pint down for a moment (I mean, this was really important, after all!) and after thinking for exactly 5.37 seconds, made his pronouncement:

One thing I know for sure, is that the Mashiach will not speak in riddles which people can interpret any number of ways. Mashiach is coming to make things clearer to us, and erase our doubts, not cause confusion.

Dumb pumped his fist into the air.

Yesss! I knew that guy was a faker!

Someone as clever as Dumbest was never going to make a mistake about something this important….

But Dumber had to ask:

Hey, Dumbest, don’t mind, but can I ask you for your source for that statement?

Sure, Dumbest responded. He looked all around him conspiratorially, then motioned the other two YouTube Sages closer:

My i-Phone has nevua!

Dumb and Dumber were impressed. How could they not be? This is how Jews were really meant to discuss Torah!

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We’re all Dumb and Dumber today, whether or not we admit it. The ikker is just to have a tad of humility, and to be honest that we have no idea what to really think about anything. That’s really the only smart thing to do at the moment.

That’s also the point I was trying to make HERE:

The way out of this morass, all this ‘feeling confused’ stuff, is just to be honest, and to admit that really, we have no idea what’s going on, or what to think about it all.

It comes back to that whole ‘being real’ idea I discussed over HERE, where it seemed to me that the people who are pretending to be what they’re not seem to be the ones most in danger of turning against the Rav, God forbid, or pinging away in disgust.

HOW COULD THE RAV SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!?!” THEY MUTTER TO THEMSELVES.

Really, they have no idea what the Rav did or didn’t say, what he did or didn’t intend, what did or didn’t actually happen.

But it takes a lot of humility, it takes a lot of self-awareness about your own limitations to really admit that, doesn’t it?

What’s going on right now is a massive birur process, or clarification procedure.

All of us are being tested, but especially on our arrogance, our emuna, and our emunat tzaddikim, or belief in our true Tzaddikim.

And so, the test of Dumb and Dumber continues.

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The last couple of weeks, I feel like I’ve been swept up by some sort of spiritual whirlwind that has just been spinning me around, around, around.

My feet haven’t touched the ground, and every day has been filled with long hours, and not enough time, and massive confusions and inner doubt about what it is I’m meant to be doing with myself.

(And no breakfast…)

I look around, and I see that mirrored back to me all over the world, whether it’s Brexit in the UK, war in Israel, Mueller in the US.

Even the weather is indecisive and unsettled, with summer following winter following summer again in the space of 4 days.

Crazy days, crazy times.

We are all feeling the pressure right now, we can all pick up that vibe that ‘something big’ is coming down to the planet.

And I haven’t even started cleaning for Pesach yet.

First, I have to get April 8th out of the way, I think, which is when we’ll really see what’s about to come next, and if we managed to ‘sweeten’ it enough.

If you can’t make it to Hevron, at least join in over the internet. There are big things going on spiritually, a big fight is happening in Heaven, over whether the next stage of this whole geula process comes easy or hard.

The enemy is literally massing at the border, spiritually and physically.

And our prayers are the only thing that can get us – and hopefully, the whole of the world – through the next few weeks in one piece.

(The prayer gathering in Hevron on the night of April 8th, with Rav Berland, is the thing that is really going to tip the balance between ‘sweet’ or ‘harsh’ over the coming months. Even if you can’t make it in person, you can still participate via life hook-up. I know the tests of emuna are overwhelming at the moment, and the test of believing in our true tzaddikim is harder than ever. But please join in with the gathering for yourself. It’s the best self-defense you can get, at this critical point in time.)

https://ravberland.com/rav-ofer-erez-the-gathering-on-april-8th-is-the-biggest-weapon-we-have/

I have to tell you, when Ori Ansbacher was brutally murdered in the Jerusalem Forest two weeks ago, I found it so upsetting, I kind of blocked it out.

Me and my girls went into shock for a few days, then we all tried to pretend that it was life as usual, because when you live in Jerusalem, and you are a teenage girl yourself, or the mother of one, really what else can you do?

But the fear and anxiety about what had happened still started to seep out, in all sorts of subtle ways.

All of a sudden, I couldn’t sleep easily again if my girls were out by themselves, and I started phoning them up and texting them every five minutes to check on them, which they both really hate.

And who can blame them?! They are 18 and 15 ½! But I’d gotten so nervous again, after what had happened with Ori.

After a couple of weeks of this, I realized I was driving my kids bonkers again, and I have to try and get a grip on the fear again.

God is running the world. God is deciding everything. OK, there is a certain amount of common sense that’s required when raising teens in our world, but ultimately, so many ‘bad’ things can happen in such normal circumstances in the middle of the day.

If God decides, you can be waiting for a bus near Beit El…or strolling on the boardwalk by the sea in Yaffo…or walking in the forest late afternoon near Ein Yael… and disaster can strike. God forbid a million times over.

As a parent, it’s so tempting to just try and bundle our children up in cotton wool, and to build big walls around them, and to try to monitor their every move and to keep them ‘safe’ in their rooms at home.

But we can’t.

Not if we want to raise emotionally-healthy people who aren’t going to spend their whole lives permanently looking over their shoulders, waiting for the hammer to fall.

God is running the world, not us.

It’s not always easy to accept that.

Yesterday, they held a huge concert just up the road from me at the First Station in Jerusalem, to remember Ori Ansbacher. There were a load of famous singers there, Ori’s mother spoke to the crowd, and there were also a lot of videos and ‘remembrances’ of Ori herself.

Half the teens of Eretz Yisrael tried to attend, so the roads around the First Station were closed to traffic, and swamped with thousands of people, many of whom couldn’t even squeeze in, so they watched the show on the big screens set up outside.

This morning, my kid told me all about it, and concluded:

She was a really good, kind person.

In so many ways, it would be easier if she wasn’t, wouldn’t it?

It would feel a bit more comfortable, if the murder victim had been some sort of low-life, so we could assuage our own fears by telling ourselves what happened was somehow ‘deserved’.

Instead, yet again, we buried the cream of the crop. The best of the best. The kindest of the kind.

God knows what He’s doing, God’s running the world, it’s all ultimately for the best.

But the heart still breaks.

And I’m still having trouble sleeping.

I wrote this last Thursday, February 7th.

The last few days, I’ve been mostly staying at home, because this week it feels like ‘out there’ got dangerous, somehow.

The last two days, I’ve also been having weird dreams again. One night, it was the face of the ugliest person I’d ever seen in my life, who was chasing me around and I couldn’t get away from it. I woke up screaming.

Then yesterday night, I dreamt that I’d just moved into a massive, luxurious mansion, built of Jerusalem stone cobbles and filled with OTT swimming pools like one of the hotels in Las Vegas (I’ve never been, but so I’ve heard.)

BUT – there was some sort of massive leak / waterfall happening, cascading down the roof, and when we and the 400 people who were apparently visiting me in the mansion went up to see what was going on, this toddler started crawling on a very dangerous low wall overlooking the stairs – and fell off before I could grab him.

It was a long way down, and he was comatose – I knew it was a really bad fall, but I had the impression that he was still alive, and would make it.

Then, unbelievably, another small kid fell off the same wall – and I had the impression that this one had died.

I started yelling at the people in my mansion to keep their kids away from the wall and to pay attention to where they were, and what they were doing, but no-one was paying attention to me, because they were enjoying themselves way too much. So, I stood by the wall, and just kept grabbing the kids as they fell off, pulling them back.

In the dream, I was thinking:

“What’s the point of owning a house if it’s just going to spring massive leaks, and kill people?”

There was also a man in my dream, a writer, who initially was really bad, but who by the end made teshuva.

I woke up, and I repeated Rabbenu’s instructions for defusing difficult dreams, by saying: “It’s just a dream” three times.

But then it struck me: this whole dream, and the one before with the ugly person, had to do with talking lashon hara and hating other Jews.

In the first dream, the ugly person was an newspaper editor, and he was chasing me around with gossip and yucky information about other people. And the second dream, I realized, was all about the temple.

The kids who were falling off the ledge represented the destruction of the Temples. The first kid who fell and went comatose represented the destruction of the first Temple, which was a serious blow to the Jewish people, but which we recovered from, mostly, after 70 years.

The second kid who fell and apparently died was the destruction of the Second Temple – which we’re still suffering from after 2,000 years. And the 2-3 kids that fell off afterwards, but who I managed to grab back by their clothes, are the Third Temple, which God keeps trying to build, but which we keep torpedoing by our behavior and attitudes towards each other.

The problem that is causing all this death and destruction is sinat chinam, or the baseless hatred of other Jews that causes people to go around saying horrible, hateful and hurtful things to each other, and about each other.

And that sinat chinam is most destructive closest to home, with our children. It’s mamash destroying the next generation.

Whenever you see people who are publically and poisonously shooting their mouths off about ‘the problems’ they see in other Jews, and other groups of Jews, you can take it as read that they are also negative, critical, neglectful and abusive parents and spouses.  It can’t really be any other way.

Real tzaddikim don’t rebuke like that. They talk about particular bad behaviors, thought patterns or actions that are ‘wrong’ and ‘bad’ and that we all need to work on. They don’t talk about specific Jews being ‘bad’, and place themselves on a platform of being ‘the perfect rebuker who never does anything wrong’.

So, instead of giving these ‘sinat chinam’ types of people a platform to spread hate, and an audience to eagerly lap it up, we should be running away from them as fast as our legs can carry us.

Because this is what is preventing the geula, and this is what is damaging our own relationships, especially with our own children: sinat chinam and lashon hara.

There’s a lot more to say, but hopefully a word to the wise will suffice.

More and more, I’m starting to feel as though some big change, some big transformation really is on the horizon. And the only way we can really prepare for it, wherever we live, is to continue to work on our own bad middot, and particularly the tendency to speak badly of others, and to hate them in our hearts, even while we’re so politely smiling at them.

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The day after I had this dream, and wrote the above, we got the awful news of the rape and murder of Ori Ansbacher, a beautiful 19 year old girl who was doing her year of National Service at Ein Yael national park.

There’s a news blackout on a lot of the details, but it was awful, awful, awful.

All this stuff hits so very close to home, when you have teenage daughters yourself. And probably, even if you don’t.

We need geula the sweet way as fast as possible, before any more of our children ‘fall off’ and get smashed on the rocks of evil speech and hating our fellow Jew in our heart. God forbid, we should have any more of these sorts of evil tidings.

Before I threw all my secular CDs away, Queen was one of my favorite bands by a long chalk.

The beats, the melodies, the guitar riffs, the clever lyrics. I loved Queen to bits. One of my all time favourite songs was ‘Under Pressure’.

Dum dum dum diddy dum dum. Dum dum dum diddy dum dum (oo-wa-oop).

Just now, my husband told me that since Chanuka, he’s been feeling like he’s been under non-stop pressure, without any let-up. Thank God, we can pay our bills and nothing particularly ‘major’ is happening to explain this big build-up of tension and stress, but there’s no doubt about it: we’re under pressure.

And we aren’t the only ones.

As ‘the matzav’ in Israel continues to wind its way towards whatever Heavenly goal it’s being designed to achieve, I’ve noticed more and more short tempered outburst going on around me. People are honking more; they’re walking faster (or staying home…); they have less patience for people, they’re more out of it.

In short, they’re under pressure.

All of us are feeling the stress at every level of our being. That much is clear. What’s less obvious (at least to me) is what all this pressure is meant to be achieving. Because for sure, God is doing it for a good reason.

Is He trying to provoke a collective national melt-down, that will lead to a mass teshuva movement?

Is He trying to show us all that we simply can’t get by without Him any more, and He’s going to keep upping the ante until any semblance of arrogance and independence is crushed out of us?

Is He secretly working for Big Pharma, and has bought a bunch of shares in Prozac et al?

I don’t know – which is actually quite strange for me, as I like to think I at least have a small inkling of what God might be planning with all this stuff.

But I don’t. Despite all my hours of praying, and all my efforts to talk to God, and all my attempts to read the runes and decode the hints He’s sending me, and everyone else, I feel that I’m currently sailing in unchartered waters.

To put it another way, I haven’t had a clue what’s been going on in my life, or around me, since Succot, and that doesn’t seem to be changing any time soon. I know the pressure is building – we can all feel it, and you’d have to be crazy to not recognize that ‘something’ is bubbling under the surface.

What the something is, or how it’s going to manifest in the world, is anyone’s guess. I hope its Moshiach. I hope its redemption. I hope it’s chanukat habayit (both personally and nationally). But right now, all I really know is that I’m under pressure, and some days, it really feels like I just can’t take it anymore.