When most people get back from Uman, I’ll tell you more of the story of what happened with the Rav this year.
In the meantime, almost 30,000 people made it out to spend Rosh Hashana with Rabbenu, which is truly awesome, and I take my hat off to every single one of the people who travelled for hours and days just to spend Rosh Hashana with the Tzaddik.
BH, their mesirut nefesh counted for a great deal, and really tipped the balance spiritually for Am Yisrael, even though the Ukrainians, working on behalf of the Israelis, stopped the Rav from crossing the border this year.
Just re-read that last sentence again.
Why would the State of Israel, and it’s Frankist-Freemason tentacles all over the place, be so set on stopping an 84 year old man from praying at the grave of a dead Rebbe in the back of beyond?
As I keep trying to underline, the forces of evil know far more about what is REALLY making the difference in this world, spiritually, than the rest of us.
In the meantime, Sunday afternoon I packed the car up with my two kids, and we headed off to a hilltop farm in the middle of the Shomron for Rosh Hashana.
About 10 minutes into that almost two hour journey, one of my kids started interrogating me about the fundraising attempt she overheard me talking to someone about for the Rav to get to Uman this year.
Within two minutes, World War III had literally erupted in my car, as both my children started attacking me – again! – for being a brain-washed cult-following groupie who couldn’t think for myself or see ‘the truth’, as presented by the Israeli media.
Lots of people are a bit scared to drive the route we took on Sunday, as it goes through the Arab town of Huwara, where there have been some ramming and shooting attacks on cars with Israeli plates recently.
Tempers were flaring so hot in my Hyundai that I can honestly tell you that none of us even noticed that we were driving through Huwara.
I’ll draw a veil over just how nasty things got, but safe to say both my girls learned to argue from me…. and it was one of the most painful and upsetting hours of my life.
The last ten minutes driving up to the place where we are going to stay for Rosh Hashana I was feeling so angry, upset and sickened by the stuff my children had been coming out with, I didn’t want to speak to them ever again.
Or see them.
Or spend ROSH HASHANA, of all days, cooped up with them in a tiny caravan on a hilltop where there was no-where to go to get away from them.
Rosh Hashana sets the tone for the whole year.
And here I was, at candle-lighting time, still feeling so much hatred and dislike for my own children, and crying my eyes out about the state of the world where the media lies are just wrecking so many people’s emuna, emunat tzaddikim, and ability to discern what is true, from what is not.
By this point, I could see both my kids were severely regretting what had happened, but I was finding it very hard to just ‘disappear’ all my hurt feelings and harsh judgements against them.
Then, Hashem put the idea in my head that I should state out loud that Hashem was totally justified in giving me a strong dose of my own medicine, and that I should forgive them for just being the ‘agents of bizayon’ that Hashem had sent to give me one last scrubbing before the New Year began.
So I did that.
And I told them both three times that I forgave them for all the pain they’d just caused me, which I can’t really put into words adequately, so I won’t even try.
And then, like magic, within two minutes, all the hard feelings had gone, and I was back to liking and loving my kids again, literally just in time to light the Rosh Hashana candles.
The rest of Rosh Hashana was great.
I was on a farm-yishuv, with three other families that had been invited by the family of my kid’s good friend, to spend the chag with them.
We were all so different from each other, in so many ways, but we got on fine.
My hosts don’t ‘like’ Breslov… yet they happily hosted two families whose husbands were off in Uman.
The other Breslov family there didn’t ‘like’ the Rav… yet we still managed to spend quite a bit of time just discussing Breslov teachings and other ideas about how to serve Hashem joyfully, and liking each other.
(I learned my lesson from the car trip up, and just kept my mouth shut about the Rav…)
In fact, the whole chag seemed to be a big lesson in seeing the good in my fellow Jew, in big and small ways.
I managed to pray vatikin in a small, stone-built shul that wouldn’t have looked out of place 2,000 years ago, surrounded by the stunning hills of the Shomron, looking down on Shechem.
I saw the sun come up on the first day of Rosh Hashana, and it gave me the feeling that dawn has finally broken for the Jewish people, somehow.
Even though I know it doesn’t look like that yet.
Over in Uman, the husband also had a good chag.
He didn’t mention any ‘Russian drones’, nothing exciting going on, just a solid atmosphere of Jews trying to get on with each other, trying to pray sincerely, and trying to ‘connect’ to the inner essence of Rosh Hashana by the Tzaddik.
It’s a good siman for the year to come, I think.
In the meantime, the Rav is saying everyone should be out of Uman by Simchat Torah the latest, this year.
More about why he’s saying that another time.
But I have the strong impression that the world of lies is on its last legs, now.
Yes, the media is still deliberately confusing and misleading so many people, about so many things.
Yes, our leaders are still sickeningly corrupt.
Yes, there are still plans afoot to set off more wars, and more dystopian measure to control the population and ‘eradicate’ the bits of it that our royal rulers, and the evil they represent, consider to be surplus to requirements.
If we learnt one thing from Rosh Hashana this year, and from the almost 30,000 people who made it out to Uman, it’s that nothing can stand in the way of a simple Jew’s ratzon to serve Hashem, and to try to do the right thing.
The real war is the war of emuna going on here.
And while the Frankist-Freemasons managed to keep the Rav out of Uman this year, on some fundamental level, they have still lost the battle.
Too many people saw through all the lies they’ve been telling about the ‘war in Ukraine’ for the last six months.
Too many people saw through all the media’s ploys to try to whip-up hatred between Jews, with all their paid-for poisonous comments about Breslovers being ‘idol worshippers’ and ‘deserving death’, God forbid, for trying to spend Rosh Hashana in Uman.
But this year, most people weren’t buying those arguments, and most people weren’t falling into that sinat chinam trap.
Again, that strikes me as a very good siman.
BH, this IS going to be a good year for the Jewish people.
But I am willing to bet a lot of money that it’s going to be a very BAD year for the Ukrainians, for the people running the State of Israel, openly and covertly, and for the wider forces of evil in the world, together with all their little evil ‘helpers’ in politics and the media.
The last judgement is sealed by the end of Sukkot.
That takes us up to October 17, 2022.
And then Israel has another election on November 1st.
I’m not sure, personally, if that’s even going to happen.
But even if it does, the days of the politicians fooling us all are over, in any case.
More and more of us are getting ready for moshiach to finally show up, and take over from all these scumbags – without firing a shot.
And that day is fast approaching.
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